The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 123

“Daoist Priest Zhao, Daoist Priest Li, did you see the announcement? The dark horse that appeared at this year’s Spiritual Mountain Conference is truly amazing! ”

In the Pearl Beach Teahouse, several rogue cultivators were holding a plate of peanuts and a pot of hot tea. They were discussing the news of Jianghu that was even hotter than the hot tea.

“Of course I saw it long ago! The winner is actually the Peak of Life and Death. The lower cultivation world’s sects have angered the upper cultivation world’s old remnants to death. Especially the Confucian Wind Sect. Aiyo, I’m afraid their ancestor’s coffins won’t be able to hold on for long! The winner is called Xue Fenghuang, right? ”

“Ah? Hahahaha, Xue Fenghuang? Old Zhao, you’re making me laugh to death. Fenghuang ‘er is his nickname. His surname is Xue, his name is Meng, and his courtesy name is Ziming. His father is Xue Zhengyong. Like father, like son. This Xue Ziming is very skilled! ”

A tall man wearing a cloak was sitting next to the fire pit. He was drinking tea, minding his own business. When he heard what they said, the man suddenly muttered, “Hmm?” The teacup stopped in front of his lips and didn’t move again.

“Everyone says he’s a phoenix’s fledgling. This isn’t a lie. The other young masters all have divine martial skills, but he’s good. He cut off his opponent’s path of retreat with a single scimitar. He’s truly a god. ”

“Then why don’t you see whose disciple he is? Could Wanye Yuheng’s disciple be a vegetarian? ”

“But I think Xue Ziming won by a narrow margin. Didn’t you hear? Xue Ziming and Nangong Si were evenly matched. If it weren’t for that little girl Nangong Si brought along dragging them down, hehe, I think the outcome of the battle would’ve been uncertain.”

When the man who had been listening attentively heard this, he finally put down the teacup he was about to drink.

He turned his head around. His eyes were as sharp as lightning, as deep as the autumn water and frost, and he had an extremely good appearance. He smiled at the cultivators and said, “Fellow Cultivators, I’m sorry to disturb you. I was cultivating on the mountain a few days ago and didn’t know the time of day and night, so I missed the Spiritual Mountain Conference. I accidentally heard you say that Xue Meng won first place … I’m a bit curious. Could I ask you a few questions? ”

Those people couldn’t wait to have an audience. They enthusiastically greeted Mo Ran and gave him a seat so that he could sit with them.

Mo Ran did not lose his manners. He was much more mature than when he had just left the mountain. He Zhe Zhenghuang gave him six pots……………… First was……. and………………… he……. he….. of…………………. However, I just heard that during the two-on-one battle, Nangong Si of the Confucian Wind Sect brought a girl with him …? ”

…………………………………………….

“Isn’t that right? It’s really a beauty burying a hero’s ambition. Otherwise, with Nangong Si’s magic, it’s not certain that Xue Ziming would have the upper hand. ”

“That’s quite interesting.” The result was different from his previous life. In the Spiritual Mountain Conference, Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si were neck and neck. Mo Ran originally thought that it was Chu Wanning’s death that stimulated Xue Meng, but now it seemed that Xue Meng wasn’t the only variable.

“What’s the identity of that girl?”

“That girl’s surname is Song. Her name is Tong … I don’t remember. Anyway, she’s very pretty. I think that Scholarly Wind Sect’s young master’s heart has been completely captured by her. ”

“She’s not just pretty, she’s a national beauty. If I were Nangong Si, I’d rather not be first in the Spiritual Mountain Conference. I’d make the beauty happy. ”

Mo Ran, “…”

Sure enough, it was like that.

The Spiritual Mountain Conference was divided into single combat, double combat, and group elimination. Only by neutralizing the three rankings would the final winner be decided.

In his previous life, Xue Meng and Shi Mei formed a double combat team against Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi. And Ye Wangxi later became the most powerful person in the world besides Chu Wanning. The result of this competition was obvious. But in this life, he didn’t know what went wrong. Nangong Si didn’t cooperate with Ye Wangxi, but instead brought along that woman, Qiutong, to drag him down …

Mo Ran put down his teacup and raised his hand to rub his temples.

He really didn’t know what that guy was thinking.

“Women, women. Even that wild horse, Nangong Si, was still subdued.” Someone sighed and the others laughed.

Mo Ran couldn’t help but ask, “What about Ye Wangxi?”

“What?”

Mo Ran said, “Ye Wangxi.”

Seeing that everyone was at a loss, Mo Ran faintly felt a bit uncomfortable. That was the God of War who made him suffer so much in his previous life … How could you not know?

So he gestured and said, “The other young master of the Confucian Wind Sect. He has very long legs, is tall, has a good temper, doesn’t like to talk, uses a sword, and …” Seeing everyone’s stunned expressions, Mo Ran sighed. He already vaguely knew the result, but he still finished the last few words.

“And a bow.”

“I don’t know.”

“This person isn’t famous.”

“Brother, where did you hear that from? In the Spiritual Mountain Conference, the Confucian Wind Sect sent out sixteen disciples to fight, but none of them had the surname Ye. ”

Sure enough, in this life, Ye Wangxi didn’t participate.

Mo Ran was silent for a moment. He thought about how Ye Wangxi said to Nangong Si in the restaurant, “Come back, I’m leaving.” He suddenly couldn’t bear it and felt a bit uneasy.

This couldn’t be true, right?

Could it be that Ye Wangxi really left the Confucian Wind Sect?

Thinking back to his previous life, Ye Wangxi said to the executioner before his death that he wanted to be buried in the Confucian Wind Sect’s Hero’s Mound, together with Nangong Si’s grave. Mo Ran couldn’t help but sigh. How could things turn out like this? Little by little, the subtle changes actually spread out into infinite ripples.

Then the sky and earth turned upside down, the blue sea turned into mulberry fields.

It turned out that the changes of fate could be like a surging storm. Boiling blood and bitter tears had to be sacrificed in exchange for the return of the prodigal son, the former enmity completely erased.

For example, his relationship with Chu Wanning.

But the changes of fate could also be silent. For example, Ye Wangxi’s relationship with Nangong Si.

Perhaps it was because that day at the inn, Nangong Si took Ye Wangxi and the others into shelter. That night, Nangong Si was thirsty, so he got up and went downstairs to ask for a pot of tea. He just happened to run into the delicate and pitiful Song Qiutong.

Perhaps Song Qiutong poured him a cup of water, or perhaps it was because her legs were inconvenient, so she carelessly tripped when she went upstairs. Who knows?

Or perhaps it was because he drank recklessly, so some of the water dripped onto his broad chest. She cautiously handed him a handkerchief.

At that time, the clouds were light and the wind was light. Perhaps Nangong Si only said a simple thank you.

But none of them knew that in reality, the Big Dipper rotated and their lives changed because of a handkerchief, a cup of water, and a thank you. But the people involved didn’t hear the loud noise of fate.

Nangong Si yawned as he went upstairs.

Song Qiutong stood there looking at him.

Ye Wangxi lit the candles in his room, reading an unfinished book.

In his previous life, Mo Ran didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth. He thought that he was all-knowing and had already understood the cycle of life and death.

Only now did he know that they were all duckweeds in the world. One night, the wind blew them away, one night, the rain drifted them away. The people on the shore only needed to throw a stone to shatter the blue spirit.

How lucky was he? He drifted far away and was still able to return to Chu Wanning’s side.

He was still able to show filial piety in front of his Shizun. He was still able to say to Chu Wanning, “I’m sorry, I let you down.”

After drinking the tea, he bid farewell to everyone.

The wind started to pick up outside. Soon, it would rain.

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

His figure became fainter and fainter. He gradually became a small dot in the dusk, like an ink stain in an inkstone. Finally, he faded until he couldn’t be seen.

“Rumble!”

The gloomy sky exploded with a clap of thunder. Purple lightning flashed, and a torrential rain fell like an army of thousands of men and horses.

“It’s raining.” Someone in the teahouse poked his head out to take a look. He felt the power of the thunder was shocking, so he retracted his head.

“What a heavy rain … … really … … the grains in the house are so dry that no one picks them. I’m afraid they’ll be ruined.”

“Forget it, forget it. Lady Boss, give me another pot of tea. When the weather clears up, I’ll go home. ”

Mo Ran walked quickly in the rain. He ran in the rain. He ran in the rain. He ran in the rain to hide from the ridiculous thirty-two years of his previous life.

He didn’t know if this kind of rain could wash away his evil. Chu Wanning forgave him, but he didn’t. His thoughts were heavy. He was pressured to the point that he couldn’t breathe.

He was willing to use the rest of his life to do good deeds to repay his debt.

But could the rest of his life really wash away the evil in his bones and the filth in his blood?

He hated that he couldn’t let this rain fall for five years.

He only wanted to wait until Chu Wanning woke up and he stood in front of Shizun. He wanted to be a little bit cleaner, a little bit cleaner.

He didn’t want to be as dirty as he was now. He was dirty like sand, like dust, like the dirt on the soles of a porter’s shoes, or the dust on a beggar’s armor.

He only wanted to be a little bit better, a little bit better, before Chu Wanning woke up.

This way, the worst disciple in the world might be able to rely on a little bit of courage to call him the best, best Shizun in the world.

That night, Mo Ran fell ill.

His body had always been strong and sturdy. Once this kind of person fell ill, it was often like a landslide, uncontrollable.

He lay on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, and fell asleep. At night, he dreamed of his previous life. He dreamed of how he had tortured Chu Wanning in his previous life. He dreamed of Chu Wanning struggling under his body, and Chu Wanning dying in his arms. He woke up with a start. It was raining heavily outside. He fumbled for a flint, wanting to light a candle, but no matter how he struck it, the flint wouldn’t light up.

He threw the flint to the side in despair. He buried his face in his palms and fiercely rubbed it. He painfully pulled at his own hair. His Adam’s apple moved, and his throat let out a beastly howl.

He escaped death, escaped condemnation, but in the end, he couldn’t escape his own heart.

He was very afraid. Sometimes, he couldn’t distinguish between a dream and reality. Sometimes, he would constantly confirm whether he was awake or asleep.

He was in great pain. He felt as if his soul had split into two halves. The two souls of his previous life and this life were tearing at each other. One was cursing the other for having blood on his hands and for being crazy. The other was not to be outdone. He questioned why the other had the face to live in this world as if nothing had happened.

The soul of this life was angrily rebuking the soul of his previous life.

Mo Weiyu, Emperor Ta, you are not a thing. Why did you commit such a crime! How do you want me to repay you in this life?

I want to start all over again. Why do you keep pestering me? In my dreams, when I am drunk, when the lights are dim, every time I am unprepared, you jump out and curse me with a twisted face?

You curse me that I will never be reincarnated. You curse me that evil people will have their retribution.

You curse me that this is all a dream, that one day it will shatter again. You curse me that one day I will wake up and find myself still lying in the Witch Mountain Palace. You wantonly laughed and said that no one will cherish me in this life.

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

But is that person me?!

No, not me, it is you, Emperor Ta! It is you, Mo Weiyu!!

I am not like you, I am not like you …

I don’t have blood on my hands, I — —

I can start all over again.

The other half of the soul was also screaming. It opened its sharp mouth and its face was twisted.

Aren’t you sorry?

Aren’t you wrong?

Then why don’t you die? Why don’t you use your blood to pay tribute to the people you hurt in your previous life?

Bastard! Hypocrite!

How are you different from me? I am Mo Weiyu, aren’t you? You carry the sins of your previous life, you carry the memories of your previous life, you will never be able to get rid of me. I am you, I am your nightmare, I am your inner demon, I am the Gods and Buddhas who are praying to your disgusting soul.

Start all over again?

Why? What kind of face do you have? What right do you have to start all over again? You have kept the world in the dark, you have kept the people who love you in the dark.

You have done all these good deeds just to erase that little bit of guilt in your heart! Ha! Mo Weiyu! Do you dare to let them know what kind of person you were in your previous life?

Do you dare to let Chu Wanning know that in your previous life, it was you! The knife stabbed into his neck, let him bleed out, let him live a life worse than death! It was you! Let the world starve, and let the world be filled with wails!

It was you.

Hahahaha, evil creature, I am you, you are me, you can’t escape, I am you, Mo Weiyu, do you dare to say no?

Mo Ran was forced to the brink of madness, he went to the bedside to feel for the flint, he tried to light up the candle, to disperse the sinister night.

But even the candle did not want him, the candle did not want to save him.

He was thrown into the darkness. His trembling hand rubbed the flint again and again, and again, and again. Nothing, nothing.

He finally collapsed on the bed and began to cry. He kept apologizing, in the night, his bed seemed to be surrounded by people, those moving figures were all cursing him, all demanding his life, all telling him that he was evil in his previous life, evil in the next. Mo Ran did not know what to do, he suddenly became very helpless, he could only keep saying: “I’m sorry … … I’m sorry … …” But no one paid him any attention.

No one would forgive him.

His forehead was boiling, his heart was burning.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear someone sigh softly.

In the midst of demons and monsters, he opened his eyes, he saw that Chu Wanning had come. Chu Wanning was still the same as before, white clothes trailing on the ground, wide sleeved robes, handsome features like before.

He came to him and went to his bed.

Mo Ran choked and said: “Shizun … … am I … … not worthy to see you again … …”

Chu Wanning did not speak, he only picked up the flint and the flint, and slowly lit the candle that Mo Ran had never lit before.

Wherever Shizun was, there was fire.

Wherever Chu Wanning was, there was light.

He stood in front of the candle, his long eyelashes drooping. He raised his eyes, quietly looked at Mo Ran, and then smiled, a very faint smile.

He said: “Sleep, Mo Ran, look, the light is on. Don’t be afraid. ”

Mo Ran’s heart felt like it had been hit by a blunt object, he felt like his head was about to split open. He felt that these words were very familiar, as if he had heard them before.

But he could not remember.

Chu Wanning brushed aside his sleeves and sat down on the edge of his bed. The cold rain poured into the night, but the room was warm. The night was gone.

Chu Wanning said: “I’ll stay with you.”

When he heard these words, his heart was bitter and painful, it was almost twisted into a ball.

“Shizun, don’t go.” He pulled on Chu Wanning’s hand under his wide sleeve.

“Okay.”

“If you leave, the sky will be dark.”

Mo Ran cried, he felt a little embarrassed, he raised his other hand, covering his eyes: “I beg you, don’t leave me … … I beg you … … I really … … I really don’t want to be the Emperor anymore, Shizun … … don’t leave me … …”

“Mo Ran … …”

“I beg you.” Perhaps it was because of the fever that made his head feel a little dizzy, he was particularly fragile. Or perhaps it was because he faintly knew that this was actually a dream, he knew that when he woke up, Chu Wanning would disappear, so he kept muttering: “I beg you, don’t leave me.”

That night, outside the window, there were iron horses and ice rivers, countless resentful spirits knocked on the window, as if they wanted to enter the room to take his life.

But in Mo Ran’s dream, Chu Wanning lit the lamp, that little bit of weak light dispelling the endless cold. Chu Wanning said: “Okay, I won’t leave.”

“Won’t leave?”

“Won’t leave.”

Mo Ran wanted to open his mouth and thank him, but a whimper came out of his throat. When a dog wants to carefully please, it has a bit of grievance.

“You all said you wouldn’t leave, that you wouldn’t leave me behind.” When he was about to fall into the dream, Mo Ran half opened his eyes, suddenly muttering in a daze: “But in the end, you all didn’t want me. No one wants me, I’ve been an abandoned dog for half my life … … Everyone adopted me for a few days, and then abandoned me … … I’m so tired … … really … … Shizun … … I’m really so tired, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t walk … … ”

Just like a homeless stray dog, its fur was dirty, its claws were broken. In order to survive, it had to compete with beggars and wild cats for food.

After being bullied for a long time, it didn’t trust anyone. When it saw someone squatting in front of it, the domestic dog might think that they were going to feed it, but the abandoned dog would only think that they were going to throw stones at it. He walked in a panic, walking in fear and trepidation, grimacing at everyone. This was his fate.

“Shizun, if one day, you don’t want me anymore, just kill me, don’t leave me behind.”

He choked and said softly.

“The feeling of being abandoned again and again is too uncomfortable, I’d rather die … …”

He was really muddled by the fever.

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

“Mother.” Before he fell asleep, he said one last sentence: “It’s dark, I’m so scared … … I want to go home … …”