The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Before Mo Ran became emperor, people always called him a dog.

The shopkeeper called him a son of a bitch, the customer called him a son of a bitch, his cousin called him a bitch, and his mother was the worst, calling him a son of a bitch.

Of course, there are always some descriptions related to dogs, which is not too bad.For example, in his dewy love affairs, he always feigned anger, annoyed that he was as strong as a male dog on the couch, seduced people's souls with sweet words on his mouth, and took Qingqing's life with the murderous weapon under his body, but in the blink of an eye he went to have sex with her. Others showed off, so that everyone in the tile shop knew that Mo Weiyu was handsome and powerful. Those who had tried it were satisfied, and those who hadn't tried it were relieved.

I have to say that these people are right, Mo Ran really looks like a silly dog ​​shaking its head and tail.

It wasn't until he became the emperor of the cultivation world that such titles suddenly disappeared.

One day, a little fairy from the far frontier gave him a milk dog.

The dog was gray and white, with three clusters of fire on its forehead, a bit like a wolf.But it's only as big as a melon, and it looks like a melon, fat and round, but still feels very majestic, running around the hall, trying to climb up the high steps a few times, to see who is sitting on the emperor's throne after a long time people, but because the legs are too short, all ended in failure.

Mo Ran stared at the powerful but really brainless hair ball for a while, then suddenly laughed, and cursed in a low voice while laughing, dog.

The milk dog quickly grows into a big dog, the big dog becomes an old dog, and the old dog becomes a dead dog.

Mo Ran's eyes closed, and then opened again. His life has been full of ups and downs, ups and downs, and 32 years have passed.

He was tired of playing with everything, and felt boring and lonely. Over the years, there were fewer and fewer familiar people around him, and even the three fires died. He felt that it was almost the same, and it was time to end.

Pinch off a crystal clear and plump grape from the fruit plate, and slowly peel off the purple skin.

His movements were calm and skillful, like the king of Qiang stripping Hu Ji's clothes in the tent, with a bit of laziness.Biyingying's flesh trembled slightly at his fingertips, the juice seeped out, and the purple was faint, like a goose carrying a red glow, like a begonia falling asleep in spring.

Also like dirty blood.

While swallowing the sweetness in his mouth, he looked at his fingers, and then lazily raised his eyelids.

He thought it was almost time.

He should go to hell too.

The ink burns, and the word rains lightly.

The first king of the cultivation world.

It is not easy to be able to sit in this position. What is required is not only excellent spells, but also a rock-solid thick skin.

Before him, the top ten sects in the comprehension world fought against each other, and the dragons and tigers dominated.The sects hinder each other, and no one can change the world by himself.What's more, all the heads are well-read classics. Even if you want to give yourself a title for fun, you will be hesitant about the historian's pen, for fear of being infamous for thousands of years.

But ink burning is different.

He is a rogue.

What others dare not do, he finally did.Drinking the hottest wine in the world, marrying the most beautiful woman in the world, first becoming the leader of the world of cultivating immortals, "Ta Xianjun", and then proclaiming himself emperor.

Wanmin knelt down.

All those who refused to kneel down were driven to death by him. During those years when he ruled the world, the world of comprehension was full of blood and sorrow.Countless righteous men died generously, and the Confucianism School among the top ten sects was killed.

Later, even Mo Ran's teacher who taught him could not escape the clutches of the demon, and was defeated in the duel with Mo Ran. He was taken back to the palace by his former lover and imprisoned, and no one knew his whereabouts.

Originally, the great country of He Qinghaiyan suddenly became a miasma.

The dog emperor Mo Ran hadn't read a book for a few days, and he was a person with no taboos, so during his time in power, absurd things emerged one after another, let alone the year name.

In his first three years as emperor, the year name "Wang Ba" was thought of when he was sitting by the pond feeding the fish.

In the second three years, the reign title was "croak", because he heard the frogs in the courtyard in summer, and he believed that this was a god-given inspiration, which should not be let down.

The well-educated people in the folk once thought that there would be no more appalling year names than "Bao Ba" and "Gua", but they still knew nothing about Mo Weiyu after all.

In the third three years, the localities began to move around. Whether it was Buddhism, Taoism, or spirituality, those righteous men who could not bear the tyranny of Mo Ran began to launch disputes and uprisings one after another.

So, this time Mo Ran thought about it seriously for a long time, and after drafting countless numbers, a year name that shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods was born out of nowhere-"Halberd".

The implication is good. The two words that Shihuang racked his brains to come up with are the good intentions of "stop soldiers and fight".It's just that it's embarrassing for the people to say.

Especially illiterate, it sounds even more embarrassing.

The first year is called the first year of the halberd, which sounds like the year of the cock.

The second year is called dick two years.

Dick for three years.

Someone closed the door and scolded: "It's absurd, why don't you give up the old age! When you see a man in the future, you don't have to ask the other party Guigeng, just ask the other party how old is the dick! A centenarian is called a century-old dick !"

After three years of hard work, the era title of "Jiba" is finally about to change.

Everyone in the world is waiting in fear for His Majesty's fourth year, but this time Mo Ran has no intention of taking it, because in this year, the turmoil in the comprehension world finally broke out.The martyrs and heroes of the rivers and lakes who had swallowed their anger for nearly ten years finally joined forces and formed a mighty army of millions, forcing the first emperor, Mo Weiyu.

The realm of comprehension does not need an emperor.

There is especially no need for such a tyrant.

After several months of bloody conquest, the rebel army finally came to the foot of the summit of death and life.This steep mountain in the middle of Shu is shrouded in clouds and mists all year round, and the ink-burning palace stands majestically on the top.

The arrow is on the string, and there is only one last blow left to overthrow the tyranny.But this blow is also the most dangerous. Seeing the dawn of victory and looking forward to it again, the allied forces who were originally united in the same hatred began to have different ideas.The old emperor is destroyed, and the new order will be rebuilt. No one wants to waste their energy at this time, so no one is willing to be the first to attack the mountain.

They were all afraid that this cunning and vicious tyrant would suddenly descend from the sky, revealing his beast-like white teeth, and tear open the belly of those who dared to besiege his palace, biting them into pieces.

Someone looked serious and said: "Mo Weiyu has profound magic power and is vicious. We should be cautious and not fall into his ways."

All the generals agreed one after another.

However, at this time, a young man with extremely handsome eyebrows and an extravagant face came out.He was wearing a silver-blue light armor, a lion's head belt, a high ponytail, and a delicate silver hair button at the bottom.

The young man's face was ugly, and he said, "We've reached the foot of the mountain, and you're still groaning and refusing to go up. Could it be that you want to wait for Mo Weiyu to climb down by himself? You're really a bunch of cowardly waste!"

When he said that, the people around him exploded.

"What did Mr. Xue say? What does it mean to be timid? All military affairs should be cautious. If you don't care like you, who will be responsible if something happens?"

Immediately, someone ridiculed: "Hehe, Mr. Xue is the proud son of heaven, and we are just ordinary people. Since the proud son of heaven can't wait to compete with the emperor of the human world, why don't you go up the mountain by yourself first. We will place wine at the foot of the mountain." Host a banquet and wait for you to lift Mo Weiyu's head off, that would be great."

These words were a little more intense.An old monk in the allied army hurriedly stopped the young man who was about to explode, and changed into a country gentleman's face, and persuaded him in a harmonious voice:

"Mr. Xue, please listen to what the old monk said. The old monk knows that you and Mo Weiyu have a deep personal enmity. However, the matter of forcing the palace is of great importance. You must consider everyone, don't be arrogant."

The "Young Master Xue" who is the target of public criticism is named Xue Meng. More than ten years ago, he was once a young leader who was praised and flattered by everyone, the proud son of heaven.

However, time has passed and the tiger has fallen into Pingyang, but he has to endure the ridicule and ridicule of these people, just to go up the mountain and see Mo Ran again.

Xue Meng's face was distorted and his lips trembled, but he tried his best to hold back and asked, "Then, when are you going to wait?"

"At least watch the movement again."

"Yes, what if Mo Weiyu has an ambush?"

The old monk from Cai and Xini also persuaded: "Young Master Xue, don't worry, we have already reached the foot of the mountain, it's better to be careful. Anyway, Mo Weiyu has been trapped in the palace and can't come down the mountain. He is now at the end of his strength, If we can’t achieve success, why should we act hastily for this urgent matter? There are so many people at the foot of the mountain, and there are so many celebrities and dignitaries. If they lose their lives, who will be responsible?”

Xue Meng suddenly became angry: "Responsible? Then let me ask you, who can be responsible for my master's life? Mo Ran has imprisoned my master for ten years! A whole ten years! Now my master is on the mountain , how can you make me wait?"

As soon as they heard Xue Meng mentioning his master, everyone's faces were a little bit uncomfortable.

Some people looked ashamed, while others glanced left and right without saying a word.

"Ten years ago, Mo Ran proclaimed himself Ta Xianjun, and he slaughtered all 72 cities of Confucianism, but also wiped out the remaining nine sects. Later, Mo Ran proclaimed himself emperor, and he wanted to drive you all to extinction. These two catastrophes ended with Who stopped him? If it wasn't for my master's desperate protection, you would still be alive? Would you still be able to stand here and talk to me?"

In the end, someone coughed twice and said softly, "Young Master Xue, don't get angry. We... are very guilty and grateful for the matter of Grandmaster Chu. But as you said, he has been under house arrest for ten years. If If there is anything, it will be long ago... So, you have waited for ten years, and you are not in a hurry, right?"

"Right? Fuck you right!"

The man opened his eyes wide: "How can you scold people?"

"Why didn't I scold you? Master, he stayed out of the matter and died to save you... this..."

He couldn't go on anymore, his throat choked: "I'm not worth it for him."

At the end of the talk, Xue Meng turned his head suddenly, his shoulders trembled slightly, holding back tears.

"We didn't say we couldn't save Grandmaster Chu..."

"That's right, everyone remembers Grandmaster Chu's goodness in their hearts, and they haven't forgotten that, Mr. Xue, you really label everyone as ungrateful and unbearable."

"But having said that, isn't Mo Ran also an apprentice of Master Chu?" Someone said softly, "If you want me to say, in fact, if the apprentice does evil, he should also be responsible for the master. Laziness. This is understandable, so there is nothing to complain about."

This was a bit mean, and someone stopped immediately: "What crazy talk! Keep your mouth shut!"

He turned his head and persuaded Xue Meng kindly.

"Master Xue, don't worry..."

Xue Meng suddenly interrupted his words, his eyes cracked: "How could I not be in a hurry? You don't have back pain when you stand and talk, but that is my master! My!!! I haven't seen him for so many years I don't know if he is dead or alive, I don't know how he is doing, what do you think I am standing here for?"

He gasped, his eyes were red: "Could it be that Mo Weiyu will go down the mountain by himself and kneel in front of you begging for mercy if you wait so long?"

"Young Master Xue..."

"Except for the master, I don't have a single amiable person in the world." Xue Meng broke away from the corner of his clothes held by the old monk, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't go, I will go by myself."

Abandoning these words, he went up the mountain alone with a sword.

The cold and damp wind is mixed with the sounds of thousands of leaves. In the dense fog, it is like countless ghosts whispering and wandering in the mountains and forests.

Xue Meng walked to the top of the mountain alone, and the majestic palace where the ink burned was lit with peaceful candlelight in the night.He suddenly saw three graves standing in front of the Tongtian Pagoda, and when he got closer, he saw green grass growing on the top of the first grave, and on the tombstone were crookedly chiseled eight large characters of "Tomb of Empress Qingzhen and Chu Ji".

Opposite to this "queen of steaming", the second tomb is a new tomb, which has just been covered with soil, and "Tomb of Song's Empress of Oil Explosion" is chiseled on the tablet.

"..."

If it were more than ten years ago, Xue Meng would not be able to help but laugh out loud when he saw this absurd scene.

At that time, he and Mo Ran were under the same master's door, and Mo Ran was the apprentice who could play tricks the most. Even though Xue Meng had long disliked him, he would be amused by him from time to time.

I don't know what the hell is this steamed queen's fried queen. It is probably the tombstone that the talented Mo set up for his two wives.But why did he give his queen these two posthumous titles.It is unknown.

Xue Meng looked at the third grave.

Under the night, the tomb was open, and there was a coffin lying inside, but there was no one in the coffin, and there was no ink on the tombstone.

It's just that there is a pot of Lihuabai in front of the grave, a bowl of cold red oil chaoshou, and a few dishes of spicy and spicy dishes, all of which Mo Ran likes to eat.

Xue Meng stared blankly for a while, and suddenly he was startled—could it be that Mo Weiyu didn't want to resist, had already dug his own grave, and was determined to die?

Cold sweat.

He doesn't believe it.Mo Ran, this person, has always been dead until the end. He never knows what it means to be tired and what it means to give up. With his actions, he is bound to fight to the end with the rebel army. How can...

In the past ten years, Mo Ran stood at the pinnacle of power, what did he see, and what happened.

neither knows.

Xue Meng turned around and disappeared into the night, striding toward the brightly lit Wushan Temple.

In Wushan Temple, Mo Ran's eyes were closed and his face was pale.

Xue Meng guessed right, he was determined to die.He dug the grave outside for himself.An hour ago, he had dismissed his servants with a teleportation technique, and he himself took the highly poisonous poison.His cultivation base is very high, and the medicinal properties of the poison spread in his body very slowly, so the pain of being eaten away and melted in his internal organs became more profound and vivid.

"Squeak", the door of the palace opened.

Mo Ran didn't look up, but said hoarsely: "Xue Meng. It's you, are you here?"

On the gold bricks in the hall, Xue Meng stood alone, with his horsetail scattered and his light armor shining.

The old fellows meet again.Mo Ran didn't have any expression, he sat sideways, and the slender and thick eyelash curtains fell in front of his eyes.

Everyone said that he was a three-headed and six-armed ferocious devil, but he was actually very good-looking, with a soft curved nose, thin lips, and a somewhat gentle and sweet nature. Just by looking at his appearance, everyone would think he was a well-behaved man .

When Xue Meng saw his face, he knew that he had taken poison.I didn't know what it was like in my heart, I hesitated to speak, and finally clenched my fists, and only asked: "Where is Master?"

"……what?"

Xue Meng said sharply: "I ask you, where is the master!!! Yours, mine, where is our master?!"

"Oh." Mo Ran snorted softly, and finally slowly opened his dark purple eyes, and fell on Xue Meng through the years of mountains and mountains.

"Counting it all together, you and your master haven't seen each other for five years since Kunlun Treading Snow Palace."

The ink burned and smiled slightly.

"Xue Meng, do you miss him?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Give him back to me!"

Mo Ran looked at him calmly, endured the throbbing pain in his stomach, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and leaned on the back of the emperor's seat.

His eyes turned black for a while, and he almost felt that he could clearly feel the viscera twisting, dissolving, and turning into foul-smelling blood.

The ink burned lazily: "Give it back to you? Stupid words. You don't even think about it, my master and I have such a deep hatred, how can I allow him to live in this world."

"You——!" Xue Meng suddenly lost all blood, his eyes widened, and he stepped back, "You can't...you won't..."

"I don't know what?" Mo Ran chuckled, "You tell me, why can't I."

Xue Meng trembled: "But he is yours...he is your master after all...how can you do it!"

He looked up at Mo Ran sitting high above the throne.There is Fuxi in the heaven, Yama in the underworld, and Mo Weiyu in the world.

But for Xue Meng, even if Mo Ran became the emperor of the human world, he shouldn't become like this.

Xue Meng was trembling all over, and tears rolled down with hatred: "Mo Weiyu, are you still human? He used to..."

Mo Ran raised his eyes lightly: "What happened to him?"

Xue Meng trembled: "How he treated you, you should know..."

Mo Ran smiled suddenly: "Do you want to remind me that he once beat me to pieces and made me kneel down and plead guilty in front of everyone. Or do you want to remind me that he once stood in front of me for you and for irrelevant people, How many times have you blocked my good deeds and ruined my career?"

Xue Meng shook his head in pain: "..."

No, ink burns.

Think about it carefully, let go of your ferocious hatred.You look back.

He once took you to practice martial arts and took good care of you.

He once taught you to practice calligraphy, read books, write poems and draw pictures.

He once learned how to cook for you, he was clumsy and hurt his hands.

He used to...he used to wait for you to come back day and night, alone from dark...to dawn...

So many words were stuck in the throat, in the end, Xue Meng only choked up and said:

"He...he has a bad temper and he speaks harshly, but even I know that he treats you so well. Why do you...how can you bear..."

Xue Meng raised his head, enduring too many tears, but his throat was blocked, and he couldn't speak anymore.

After a long pause, Mo Ran sighed softly from the temple, and he said, "Yes."

"But Xue Meng. Do you know?" Mo Ran's voice looked very tired, "He once killed the only person I loved deeply. The only one."

There was a long silence.

The stomach hurts like a fire, and the flesh and blood are torn into thousands of pieces.

"However, it's good to be a teacher and apprentice. His body was parked in the red lotus water pavilion in Nanfeng. Lying in the lotus, it was well preserved, as if he was asleep." Mo Ran took a breath and forced himself to be calm.When he said these words, his face was expressionless, his fingers rested on the red sandalwood table, but his knuckles were pale and blue.

"His body depends on my spiritual power to maintain it forever. If you miss him, don't spend too much time talking with me here. Hurry up and go while I'm not dead."

There was a fishy sweetness in the throat, Mo Ran coughed a few times, and when he spoke again, there was blood between the lips and teeth, but the eyes were relaxed.

He said hoarsely: "Go. Go and see him. If it's too late, I'll die, and once my spiritual power is cut off, he will also turn into ashes."

After saying this, he closed his eyes in a slump, the poison hit his heart, and the fire tormented him.

The pain is so heart-piercing, even Xue Meng's mournful and distorted wailing has become so far away, as if it came from the water across the vast ocean.

Blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth, Mo Ran squeezed his sleeves tightly, and his muscles spasmed.

Opening his eyes vaguely, Xue Meng had already run far away. That kid's qinggong is not bad, and it didn't take too much time to run from here to Nanfeng.

He should be able to see the last side of Master.

Mo Ran propped himself up, stood up staggeringly, formed a seal on his blood-stained fingers, and teleported himself to the Tongtian Tower, the peak of life and death.

It is late autumn at this time, and the crabapple flowers are blooming thickly and gracefully.

He didn't know why he finally chose to end his sinful life here.But I feel that the flowers are blooming so brilliantly, it is Fang Zhong.

He lay down in the open coffin, looked up at the flowers at night, silently drifting away.

Floating into the coffin, floating on the cheek.One after another, like the past withered away.

In this life, from being an illegitimate child with nothing, he has gone through countless experiences to become the only emperor and lord in the human world.

He is extremely sinful, with blood on his hands, everything he loves and hates, everything he desires and hates, and in the end, there is nothing left.

After all, he didn't use his words of confidence to mention a word on his tombstone.Whether it's the stinky and shameless "one emperor through the ages" or the absurd "oil explosion" and "steaming", he didn't write anything. After all, there was not a single word left in the tomb of the first emperor in the cultivation world.

A farce that lasted for ten years finally came to an end.

Several hours later, when the crowd rushed into the emperor's palace holding up bright torches like a fiery snake, what was waiting for them was the empty Wushan Palace, the pinnacle of life and death with no one there, and the red lotus waterside pavilion. Next to him, Xue Meng, who fell to the ground in the ashes of the ashes, cried until he was numb.

Also, in front of Tongtian Tower, that Mo Weiyu whose body was already cold through.