The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"Zhao Daochang, Li Daochang, have you all read the list? The dark horse that was killed at the Lingshan Conference this time is really amazing!"

Inside the Pearl Beach Teahouse, a few casual cultivators were sitting on a plate of peanuts and a pot of hot tea, happily talking about news about the world that was hotter than the hot tea.

"Of course I've read it a long time ago! The winner is actually the top of death and life. The sect of the lower cultivation world can piss off the old people of the upper cultivation world. Especially the Confucianism sect, ouch, the coffin boards of their ancestors I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back! The little fairy who won is called Xue Fenghuang, right?"

"Ah? Hahahaha, Xue Fenghuang? Old Zhao, you are really laughing at me. Fenghuang'er is his nickname. His surname is Xue, his name is Meng, and his name is Ziming. His father is Xue Zhengyi. Quanzi, this Xue Ziming is very skilled!"

Sitting next to the fire pond was a tall man in a cloak who was drinking oil tea by himself.Hearing what they said, the man suddenly let out a low "huh?", and the teacup rested on his lips without moving.

"It is said that he is the young of the phoenix. This is not false. The other young masters have supernatural powers, but he is good. A scimitar cuts off the retreat of others. It is really amazing."

"Then don't you look at whose apprentice he is? Wan Ye Yuheng's disciples, can they be vegetarians?"

"However, I think Xue Ziming won by a narrow margin. Haven't you heard that Xue Ziming and Nangong Si were on par in the double confrontation? Said, the outcome is yet to be known.”

The man who had been listening attentively finally put down the undrinked teacup after hearing this.

When he turned around, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, his autumn water was frosty, and he had a very good appearance.He smiled at the monks, and said, "Several fellow practitioners, I'm bothering you. I was practicing in the mountains a few days ago. I didn't know the sun, the moon, the morning and the evening, so I missed the Lingshan Conference. I just heard you say that Xue Got the leader... I'm a little curious, I wonder if I can ask a few more questions?"

Those people were eager to have an audience, and quickly greeted Mo Ran warmly, made a place for him, and let him sit with them.

Mo Ran is not rude, he is much more stable now than when he first went down the mountain.He asked the proprietress of the teahouse to add six pots of Miaoyu from Lingshan Mountain, and then gave them candied dates, sour strips, cherries, and snake gall melon seeds to share among everyone. It’s not too surprising to be number one. It’s just that I just heard from you that when the two faced each other, Nan Gongsi from the Confucianism School brought a girl...?”

This circle is full of men, always willing to say more about the girl, even though the girl is not theirs.

"Isn't it? It's really a heroic ambition buried in the beauty town. Otherwise, it's not certain whether Xue Ziming can gain the upper hand with Nangong Si's spell."

"This is quite interesting." It was different from the result of the previous life. In the previous Lingshan Conference, it was Ye Wangxi and Nan Gongsi who won the No.1 neck-to-neck.Mo Ran originally thought that the death of Chu Wanning stimulated Xue Meng and made Xiao Fenghuang rise up, but now it seems that the variable is not only on Xue Meng.

"I don't know what the identity of that girl is?"

"That lady's surname is Song, what's her name like Tong... I don't remember, but she's pretty good-looking anyway. I think the heart of that young master from the Confucianism School has been completely taken away by her."

"It's not just beautiful, it's really beautiful. If I were Nan Gongsi, I would rather not be the number one in Lingshan, because I want to make the beauty happy."

Ink burning: "..."

it is as expected.

The Lingshan Tournament is divided into single-player competition, double-player confrontation, and group elimination. The rankings of the three items are neutralized to get the final leader.

In the previous life, Xue Meng and Shi Mo formed a two-person confrontation, and the opponents were Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi.And Ye Wangxi later became the most powerful person in the world except Chu Wanning. The result of this match can be imagined.But something went wrong in this life, Nangong Si didn't cooperate with Ye Wangxi, instead he brought that woman Song Qiutong to hold him back...

Mo Ran put down the teacup, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

I really don't know what that guy was thinking.

"Woman, woman, even Nangong Si's wild horse was tamed and docile?" Someone sighed like this, and the others laughed.

Mo Ran couldn't help asking: "Where is Ye Wangxi?"

"what?"

Mo Ran said: "Ye Wangxi."

Seeing everyone was at a loss, Mo Ran felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.That is the god of war who gave him a lot of suffering in his previous life... How could you not know.

So he gestured and said: "It's another young master from the Confucianism School. He has long legs, is tall, has a good temper, doesn't talk much, uses a sword, and..." Seeing everyone's dull expressions , Mo Ran sighed, he already vaguely knew the result, but he still finished the last few words.

"And a bow."

"do not know."

"Not famous, this man."

"Brother, who did you listen to. At the Lingshan Conference, sixteen disciples from the Confucian School came out to fight, and none of them were named Ye."

Sure enough, in this life, Ye Wangxi did not participate in the war.

Mo Ran was silent for a moment, thinking of Ye Wangxi saying to Nan Gongsi in the restaurant: "You come back, I'll go." Suddenly, he couldn't bear it and felt a little uneasy.

This can't be true, can it?

Ye Wangxi, did he really leave the school of Confucianism?

Thinking of his previous life, Ye Wangxi told the executioner before his death that he wanted to be buried in the Hero Tomb of Confucianism Gate after his death, together with Nangong Si's tomb.Mo Ran couldn't help but sigh, how could things become like this?A little bit of subtle change spreads into infinite ripples.

Then the world was turned upside down, and the sea became mulberry fields.

It turns out that changes in fate can be turbulent, and it takes sacrifices of hot blood and painful tears to change the return of the prodigal son and clear up the past.

For example, he is in Chu Wanning.

But the change of fate can be silent, such as Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si.

Maybe it was just that day in the inn, Nangong Si took Ye Wangxi and the others to settle down. At night, Nangong Si got thirsty, got up and went downstairs to ask for a pot of tea, and happened to meet the lovely and pitiful Song Qiutong.

Maybe it was Song Qiutong who poured him a glass of water, or maybe it was because she had trouble walking and accidentally fell when going upstairs, who knows.

Even, maybe it was just that he drank water recklessly, dripping some onto his broad chest, she carefully handed him a handkerchief.

At that time, the weather was calm and the wind was light, probably Nangong Si simply said thank you.

But none of them knew that, in fact, when participating in business and turning, Beidou rotated, their lives changed suddenly because of a handkerchief, a glass of water, and a thank you.It's just the parties involved, and no one heard the loud noise of fate:

Nangong Si yawned and went upstairs.

Song Qiutong stood slenderly and looked at him.

And Ye Wangxi lit a candle in the room, reading an unfinished book.

In his previous life, Mo Ran didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, thinking that he had penetrated the sky and the earth, and had penetrated the cycle of life and death.

Only now do I know that they are all duckweeds in the world, blown away by the wind overnight, and scattered by the rain overnight.A stone thrown by the people on the shore can smash the blue soul to pieces.

How lucky he is, drifting away, and can return to Chu Wanning.

You can still be filial in front of the master, and you can say to Chu Wanning: "I'm sorry, I failed you."

After drinking tea, bid farewell to everyone.

It's windy outside, and it's going to rain soon.

Mo Ran put on his cloak and walked into the deep forest.

His figure became more and more distant, more and more illusory, and gradually became a small dot in the twilight, like ink stains in the inkstone washing pool, and finally faded to invisible.

"Boom!"

There was a thunderclap in the gloomy sky, purple electricity and blue light, and the showers came like thousands of troops.

"It's raining." Someone in the teahouse poked his head out to look at it, and felt that the thunder was astonishing, so he shrank back.

"It's raining a lot...it's really...the rice in the house is so dry that no one harvests it. I'm afraid it will be soaked."

"Forget it, forget it, lady boss, have another pot of tea. I'll go home when the weather clears."

Mo Ran ran in the rain, ran in the rain, fled in the rain, and avoided the 32 years he spent absurdly in his previous life in the rain.

He didn't know if such a heavy rain could wash away his evil. Chu Wanning forgave him, but he didn't.His mind was heavy, and he was forced to be breathless by himself.

He is willing to spend the rest of his life doing good deeds to repay.

But can the downpour of the rest of his life really wash away the sin in his bones and the dirt in his blood?

He wished he could let this rain fall for five years.

I just want to wait for Chu Wanning to wake up, stand in front of the master, and be a little bit cleaner, and then a little bit cleaner.

He didn't expect it to be as dirty as it is now, so dirty like silt, like dust, like dirt on the soles of porters' shoes, or ashes in the cracks of beggars' armor.

He just wanted to do better and better before Chu Wanning woke up.

In this way, the worst and worst disciple in the world may be able to call out the best and best master in the world with a little courage.

That night, Mo Ran fell ill.

His body has always been strong and strong. Once such a person gets sick, it is often like a landslide and out of control.

He was lying on the bed, sleeping under a thick quilt.At night, he dreamed about the things in his previous life, how he would torture Chu Wanning in his previous life, dreaming that Chu Wanning was struggling under him, and Chu Wanning died in his arms.He woke up from his sleep, the wind and rain outside, he fumbled for the flint to light a candle, but no matter how he tried, the flint didn't light up.

He threw the fire knife and flint aside as if giving up on himself, buried his face in the palm of his hand and rubbed it hard, he pulled his hair in pain, his Adam's apple rolled, and a beast-like howl came from his throat.

He escaped death, escaped condemnation, but ultimately could not escape his own heart.

He is very scared, and sometimes he can't distinguish between dreams and reality, and sometimes he will constantly check whether he is awake or asleep.

He was in great pain, feeling that his soul was split in two, the past life and the present life, these two souls were biting each other, one scolded the other for why his hands were bloody, maddened, and the other was not to be outdone, asking why the other No matter what, he still has the face to live in this world.

The soul of this life is angrily rebuking the soul of the previous life:

Mo Weiyu, Ta Xianjun, you are nothing, why did you commit such a crime!How do you ask me to repay in my life!

I want to start over from the beginning, why are you entangled so hard, in a dream, drunk, in a dimly lit place, every time I was caught off guard, you jumped out and cursed me with a distorted face?

Curse me that I will not be reborn if I die forever, curse me that evil people will have evil rewards.

You curse that all this is a dream, and one day it will be broken again. You curse that I will wake up one day and find myself still lying in Wushan Temple. You laughed wantonly and said that no one will cherish me in my life.

The only person who is willing to die for me is that I killed him.

But is that me? !

No, it's not me, it's you, Ta Xianjun!It's you Mo Weiyu! !

I'm not like you, I'm not like you...

I don't have blood on my hands, I—

I could start over.

The other half of the soul is also hissing and screaming, it opens its sharp mouth, and its face is distorted:

Aren't you sorry?

Didn't you do something wrong?

Then why don't you die?Why don't you use your blood to commemorate the people you hurt for no reason in the previous life?

brute!hypocritical!

How are you different from me?I'm Mo Weiyu, aren't you?You carry the sins of the previous life, you carry the memory of the previous life, you will never get rid of me, I am you and my nightmare is your inner demon, it is the gods and Buddhas who question your disgusting soul.

Start all over?

Why?What face do you have, what qualifications do you have to start over?You keep the world in the dark, you keep the people who love you in the dark.

You do all good deeds, but just to smooth out that little bit of pitiful guilt in your heart!ha!Ink rain!Do you dare to let them know what kind of person you were in your previous life?

How dare you let Chu Wanning know that it was you in the previous life!The knife stabbed him in the neck, causing his blood to flow out, life would be worse than death!It's you!Let the world suffer from famine and disasters, and the world will be filled with sorrow!

It is you.

Hahahaha, evil animal, I am you, and you are me, you cannot escape, I am you, Mo Weiyu, dare you say no?

Mo Ran was driven almost crazy, and he went to the edge of the bed to touch the fire knife and flint. He tried to light the candle to disperse the dark night of fingers and claws.

But he didn't even want the candle, and the candle didn't bother to save him.

He was thrown into the darkness, and his trembling hands rubbed the flint again and again, and there was nothing, nothing.

He finally fell down on the bed and cried loudly.He kept apologizing. In the night, his bed seemed to be surrounded by people. Those moving figures were cursing him, asking for his life, and telling him that he was evil for the world. Mo Ran didn't know What to do, he suddenly became very helpless, he could only keep saying: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." But no one paid attention to him.

No one forgives him.

His forehead was hot and his heart was on fire.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear someone sighing softly.

He opened his eyes amidst the demons and ghosts, and he saw Chu Wanning coming. Chu Wanning was still the same as before, with white clothes dragging the floor, wide-sleeved robes, and handsome eyebrows as before.

He came over and walked to his bed.

Mo Ran choked and said: "Master... Am I... not worthy to see you again..."

Chu Wanning didn't speak, but picked up the fire knife and flint, and slowly lit the candle that had never been lit.

Where there is Master, there is fire.

Where there is Chu Wanning, there is light.

He stood in front of the candlestick with slender eyelashes hanging down. He raised his eyelids, looked at Mo Ran quietly, and then smiled peacefully, with a shallow smile.

He said: "Sleep, Mo Ran, look, the light is on. Don't be afraid."

Mo Ran's heart seemed to have been hit hard by something blunt and heavy. He felt that his brain was about to split open. He felt that this sentence was very familiar, as if he had heard it before.

But he couldn't remember.

Chu Wanning flicked his sleeves and sat on the edge of his bed.The cold rain and continuous rivers entered Wu at night, but the house was warm.The night is gone.

Chu WanNing said: "I am with you."

Hearing this sentence, his heart was astringent and painful, and he almost twisted into a ball.

"Master, don't go." He took Chu Wanning's hand under his wide sleeve.

"it is good."

"It will be dark when you leave."

Mo Ran cried, he felt a little ashamed, raised his other hand, covered his eyes, "Please, don't leave me...I beg you...I really...I really don't want to do it again The emperor, master...don't want me..."

"Ink burning..."

"Please." Maybe it was because the heat made him a little dizzy and made him extra vulnerable.Or maybe he knew faintly in his heart that this was actually a dream of his own, knowing that Chu Wanning would disappear when he woke up, so he kept murmuring, "Please, don't want me."

That night, outside the window was the Iron Horse Glacier, and countless ghosts were beating on the window, as if they were going to enter the house and claim his life.

But in the ink-burning dream, Chu Wanning turned on the lamp, and the faint light dispelled the boundless chill. Chu Wanning said: "Okay, I won't go."

"Don't go?"

"Don't go."

Mo Ran wanted to say thank you, but there was a whimper in his throat, and when the dogs wanted to be careful, they made a sound of grievance.

"You all said you wouldn't leave, you said you wouldn't leave me." When he was about to fall into a dream, Mo Ran half-opened his eyes, and suddenly murmured in a daze, "But in the end, you don't want me. No one cares about me, I I have been an abandoned dog for half my life...everyone adopts me for a few days, and then abandons me again...I am so tired...really...Master...I am really tired, I can't take it anymore, I can't walk anymore ..."

It's like a homeless stray dog ​​with dirty hair and broken paws. In order to survive, it has to compete with beggars and wild cats for food.

He has been bullied for a long time, and he doesn't trust anyone. When he sees someone squatting down towards him, the domestic dog may think that he is going to feed it, but the abandoned dog will only think that others are going to throw stones at him.He walked hurriedly and anxiously, walking, grinning at everyone, it was his life.

"Master, if one day you don't want me anymore, just kill me and don't throw me away."

He choked up and said softly.

"The feeling of being abandoned again and again is too uncomfortable, I would rather die..."

He was really confused.

In the end, he didn't know where he was, and gradually couldn't remember who the person appeared in the dream.

"Aniang." Before falling asleep, he said the last word, "It's getting dark, I'm so scared...I want to go home..."

The author has something to say:

The title is taken from Du Fu's "The old man enters my dream, and I know that I remember each other. Why do you have wings when you are in the net?" It is a misunderstanding, so it is hereby noted.