Chapter 248: [Mount Longxue] Oblivion

Chu Wanning knew that he had no other choice, so he put on a thick fox fur cloak, opened an umbrella and went to the Grand Hall of Mount Wu.

Inside the hall, the silver lanterns were shining brightly. The ninety-nine lanterns were bright and dim, just like the Milky Way, illuminating the entire Grand Hall of Mount Wu. The attendants on both sides of the hall were used to Master Chu's bedside, so when they saw him enter, they all bowed and greeted him. Chu Wanning expressionlessly walked through the side corridor towards the back of the hall to rest. When he reached the painted red door, he stretched out his hand and pushed it open.

The room was very warm, different from the cold rain outside. There was even a strong wine fragrance that assailed their nostrils. Mo Ran was lying lazily on the bed, his white jade-like fingers holding a small red clay pot, drinking wine.

"You're here."

"… …"

"Sit."

Chu Wanning walked to the furthest bamboo mat, sat down and closed his eyes.

Mo Ran did not force him to come closer. He was already a little drunk, and his pale face was a little red. He squinted his eyes, and there was a little light in his dark purple eyes. After taking another sip, Mo Ran looked up at the carved dragons and phoenixes on the ceiling, and his fingers lightly tapped on his knees.

He suddenly asked, "Do you still know how to make Wonshou?"

Chu Wanning's eyelashes moved slightly, but he still said in the end, "No."

Mo Ran was a little unwilling to let it go, "You did. It was that year … the year he left. "

"I can't do it well." Chu Wanning's face was expressionless, "You're right, you're just imitating others."

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes, "Are you holding a grudge against me?"

"No."

"Then what if I ask you to make one now?"

Chu Wanning did not speak. Mo Ran stared at him intensely, "I'm asking you a question. If I ask you to make one now, would you still be willing? "

"Even if I did." Chu Wanning finally opened his eyes and looked at him coldly, "Would you eat it?"

Mo Ran did not expect to be checkmated. A layer of red appeared on his cheeks, as if he was drunk, but also angry. In short, the emotions in his eyes suddenly became very blank, and he was in a daze for a while before he reacted. He gritted his teeth and angrily threw the wine cup on the table, spilling the fine pear white wine all over the floor.

Mo Ran stood up gloomily, his figure like a mountain. He stepped over the broken pottery and strode in front of Chu Wan Ning, grabbing her by the collar.

"You, Song Qiong," the Emperor Ta gritted his teeth, "You, you, all of you, you're making me unhappy.

He let go of Chu Wanning and circled around like a vulture, pacing back and forth.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

He turned his head and stared at Chu Wanning, asking, "When did you teach me to believe what I see?"

The Emperor Ta was now half drunk, and his speech was not rational at all. He just said whatever he thought.

"How come I don't remember at all?"

His wrist was grabbed by a large, cold hand. Mo Ransheng grabbed him and dragged him to the desk. He spread out the paper, and a pile of scrolls was spread out. Mo Ran said, "Write for me. Teach me again. "

Chu Wanning was already running a low fever, and under his pressure, he became more and more suffocated. His face was red, and he coughed.

Mo Ran put the pen in his hand, and said gloomily, "Write."

He impatiently urged, "Hurry up."

Chu Wanning's spiritual nucleus had been broken in the previous battle between the master and disciple. His body was not good, and as he coughed, blood foam came out of his throat.

Mo Ran was stunned. He stared at the specks of blood, and then slowly let go of his hand.

"It's just a letter, what's the meaning of it?" Finally, Chu Wanning stopped coughing. He sighed and wiped the blood on his lips with a handkerchief.

He looked up, took a deep breath, and looked at Mo Ran, "In the past, every letter you wrote, you would start with this. But I'm afraid you haven't written for too long, so you forgot. "

"I … write a letter?" Mo Ran stared at him with his dark eyes, "Write to who?" He was almost angry, "Write to who? Who else can I write to in this world? Fabricated nonsense … fabricated nonsense … a load of nonsense! "

When Mo Ran said these words, he was tired and depressed, and his eyes were shining with a misty light.

It was at that time that Chu Wanning vaguely felt that something was wrong. But he didn't think much of it, and thought that Mo Ran was drunk and had a bad memory. So he just frowned, and didn't answer.

In the study of the Shaman Mountain Palace, there was a letter box. All the letters at the Peak of Life and Death were locked in a Qiankun box and filed. Mo Ran was like a caged beast, pacing back and forth a few times. Suddenly, he remembered the existence of the letter box, and took out the dusty box, and opened the ancient letters one by one.

Those letters were mostly written by the disciples of the sect, and were categorized according to the sect's elders. Most of the people who wrote the letters died in the year Mo Ran betrayed the sect. Among them, Elder Yu Heng had the least disciples, only three, so it was very easy to find them. Mo Ran quickly flipped through a thick stack of letters.

He opened them with trembling hands.

His handwriting was not bad, young and crooked, but he wrote it seriously. He looked at the letters one by one. On each letter was written, "Seeing the letter is like meeting, spreading the letter with ease."

Every letter was written.

Mo Ran's fingers were trembling, and his eyes were shining with a strange light.

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"Mother, seeing the letter is like meeting, spreading the letter with ease."

"Sister Xun, seeing the letter is like oh, spreading the letter with ease."

Those ancient names made him tremble, and made him uncomfortable. His eyes narrowed, and dark clouds gathered on his handsome face.

Chu Wanning stood at the side. At first, he didn't care, but later, Mo Ran's expression made him feel strange … He couldn't help but lock his gaze on the man in front of the desk, flipping through the old letters, and acting like a crazy man.

A small and terrifying beak reached out, and knocked on Chu Wanning's heart.

Something was wrong.

He slowly walked over, and looked at Mo Ran's blank and crazy face in the letters.

… What was wrong?

"My mother is already dead …" Suddenly, Mo Ran muttered, and looked at Chu Wanning, "Why would I write to her?"

Chu Wanning watched his every move from the side. That kind of terror pecked at his heart, as if some kind of bloody darkness was about to break out of its shell.

Dark clouds descended.

It was strange to forget the greeting words "seeing the letter is like meeting" that he had written so many times, but it wasn't impossible.

But to forget so many letters he had written, and not have any impression of them, this was too strange.

Mo Ran was still looking at each letter, "Spreading the letter with ease … Spreading the letter with ease …" That pair of eyes that were so black that they were almost purple flashed with a painful light, so contradictory.

It really did seem like he was missing an important part of his memory.

He seemed to hear the sound of a hard shell about to crack.

Chu Wanning held his breath, and his spine was almost numb. Apart from the two of them, there was no one else in the study. In the dead silence, Chu Wanning moved his lips, and then said softly, "Don't you remember? You said that although your mother couldn't receive the letters, you still wanted to write to her. "

Mo Ran suddenly looked up.

Chu Wanning only felt his blood turn cold bit by bit, and his breath turned to ice.

"The first title you learned to write was not your own name."

Mo Ran was stunned, and said softly, "Then what is it?"

"The first title you asked me to teach you to write was Mother."

Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the wind howled mournfully, as if countless ghost claws were slapping on the window, shaking the window paper and wooden lattices.

A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the world.

The Emperor Ta muttered, "… You taught me? … Why don't I have any impression of it … Not at all. "

The wind blew, causing the trees to fall, and the shadows to sway. The mountains and courtyards were filled with evil ghosts and vengeful spirits.

Chu Wanning's face was pale. He stared intently at Mo Ran, "You … don't remember?"

His heart thumped wildly.

After a moment of silence, Mo Ran responded with a question of his own, "Remember what?"

The drum stopped.

The tiny beak finally pecked through the shell, and a terrifying aura of terror swept across the world, rushing straight towards the only person in the room who was awake!

Chu Wanning's scalp went numb - He doesn't remember? How can he not remember?!

Back then, Mo Ran had said that he wanted to write to his mother. He had written over three hundred letters, and said that he wanted to collect a total of one thousand letters. Then, he would burn them to the ground during the Feast of the Hungry Ghost and burn them to his mother in Hell …

How could he forget about three hundred letters so easily?!

His lips trembled slightly, and he suddenly had an extremely terrifying thought. Chu Wanning said hoarsely, "You … Do you remember what you said when you first saw Heaven's Inquisition?"

"What did I say?" Mo Ran said, "How long has it been? How can I remember it so clearly?"

"You said that you also want such a divine martial art." Chu Wanning said, "You also want to have Heaven's Inquisition …"

The drunk man asked him with a hint of mockery in his eyes, "What do I want Heaven's Inquisition for? To kill, or to interrogate? "

Chu Wanning whispered, "Earthworms."

Back then, outside the Red Lotus Pavilion, the young boy smiled and said to him while holding an oil-paper umbrella, "You can save earthworms."

But at this moment, the Emperor Ta narrowed his wolf-like eyes and asked in confusion, "What earthworms?"

Outside, thunder broke through the sky, and purple lightning flashed through the night.

There was a loud rumbling sound.

Chu Wanning suddenly pursed his lips, and his brown eyes trembled slightly.

A bone-piercing chill.

That night, Mo Ran did not do anything to Chu Wanning. He really drank a little too much, and then he held the letters in a daze.

Later, Mo Ran fell asleep in front of the table. When he was asleep, he muttered, "What earthworms? … There are no earthworms … "

Suddenly, a strong wind blew open the window, and with a bang, the mountain wind mixed with the heavy rain poured in, and suddenly extinguished the few lights by the window.

The room suddenly became dark.

Chu Wanning stood beside Mo Ran, and his lips and teeth were cold. He lowered his head to look at the sleeping man. The uncertain thoughts in his mind became clearer and clearer. Why did Mo Ran not remember these scattered past events? Why did he selectively forget some pure past events?

Was it because he was drunk? Was it a coincidence? Or … someone deliberately erased the kindness in his heart.

The Emperor Ta, who was sleeping on the table, murmured softly, "Cold …"

Chu Wanning's blood was cold, and his whole body was numb. When he heard Mo Ran say it was cold, he instinctively walked slowly to the window.

He raised his hand and closed the window, blocking out the wind and rain outside.

After doing all this, Chu Wanning did not leave. He was in a daze, and he put his forehead on the window engraved with a bat deer pattern. His knuckles were white like jade.

After a while, he slowly took out a crumpled talisman from his lapel.

The Rising Dragon Talisman.

He did not have a spirit nucleus, and Mo Ran felt that he could not use any magic, so he did not bother to take away the talismans that Chu Wanning used to have.

In fact, what Mo Ran did was not wrong. Chu Wanning bit the tip of his finger and dripped more than ten drops of blood, which almost soaked the Rising Dragon Talisman. Then, the little dragon on it listlessly floated out.

Its whole body emitted a weak light, and it weakly raised its head. "Ah … Chu Wanning … long time no see …"

The little dragon could not stand steadily. Its claws took a few steps on the paper, and then it fell back to the paper with a thud. It felt wronged and confused. "Why didn't you look for me for so long? Why did you only give me a little bit of spiritual energy … Oh, it's really spiritual energy … It's not even spiritual power … What happened to you? "

"It's a long story, so let's not talk about it." Chu Wanning gently picked it up and put it on his palm. "Please, do me a favor."

"Zhong Wuyan when it's busy, Xia Yingchun when it's not." The little dragon sighed, but its power was closely related to Chu Wanning, so it didn't even have the strength to complain. It drooped its head listlessly. "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you this time?"

Chu Wanning took it and put it next to the ear of the sleeping Mo Ran.

His fingers clenched into a fist and sank into his palm. Chu Wanning's originally ugly complexion became even paler. "Do your best. See if there's any Law Curse on his body that shouldn't be there."

In fact, that brilliant and tame youth who was reluctant to kill even an earthworm at the beginning had turned into a devil in the end.

As his master, how could he not have the slightest suspicion?

He looked on helplessly as his disciple killed Xue Zhengyong, Madam Wang, Jiang Xi, and Ye Wangxi.

He massacred the Confucian Wind Sect.

He trampled all the bones.

He looked on as Mo Ran killed. He looked on as Mo Ran's hands were covered in blood, his face and body were splashed with blood. He stood among the pile of corpses and looked back at him with a sinister grin.

He felt pain in his heart, but how could he not find it strange?

Mo Ran originally didn't think he was this kind of person.

But when the little paper dragon did its best to help Chu Wanning draw the shape of a talisman on the paper, Chu Wanning was still stunned even though he was prepared.

The Love Spell.

Mo Ran actually had the Love Spell on him?!!

After the little dragon finished drawing the talisman, it lost the last of its strength. It turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the Rising Dragon Talisman. Chu Wanning held the thin piece of paper. It was as if a mountain had collapsed in his head, crushing it like rotten wood.

But after forcing himself to calm down and looking at it over and over again, Chu Wanning found that there was something wrong with the image of the Love Spell.

It was actually upside down.