The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 202
But after circling around the Red Lotus Pavilion a few times, Mo Ran calmed down and did not do such a crazy thing.
It was too dangerous.
This was his first time refining the Precious Dragon Chess, and he had never tried it before. If he rashly made a move on the number one grandmaster, he was afraid that his life was too long.
So after hesitating again and again, Mo Ran controlled his impulse and left the Red Lotus Pavilion. After some consideration, he finally chose to use these two Precious Dragon Chess pieces on the two junior brothers who were at the peak of life and death. He needed to experiment many times, and choosing a junior disciple with an unstable foundation was the safest choice.
It was a slightly cold night, and the darkness shrouded the mountain peak. Mo Ran moved very quickly, looking at the two youths who were still competing by the river. He was so nervous that even his hands were trembling, and his pupils shrunk. The moonlight shone on his pale face. He pursed his lips, moved his fingertips slightly, and stepped out.
That was the first time he used such a heinous forbidden technique, and he was excited and nervous.
“Bang —”
The two suddenly knelt on the ground. Mo Ran was like a bird startled by the twang of a bow, like a murderer who had just killed someone. He immediately hid in the nearby bushes, and his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.
Bang, bang, bang.
After a long while, he saw the two of them kneeling stiffly in the same spot, not moving at all. Only then did his wildly beating heart slowly calm down.
His inner clothes were already soaked with cold sweat, and his scalp was numb.
He walked out.
Under the moonlight, he stood by the riverbank.
This time he was calmer than before, although he still did not dare to breathe. He was as cautious as a slithering snake in the night.
Mo Ran lowered his head and looked at the two junior brothers.
The two who were laughing and playing just now had no color on their faces. They were as calm as stagnant water, kneeling on the ground motionlessly. Mo Ran stared at them, but they did not raise their heads, and just knelt like that.
“… …”
Mo Ran tried to move his fingertips again, urging the technique.
The two junior brothers kowtowed, and then stood up, turning their eyes. In the two pairs of black eyes, Mo Ran saw his own reflection.
The reflection was not very clear, but for some reason, Mo Ran felt that he had seen it clearly. He saw it so clearly that not a single drop of water could escape his eyes.
He saw a ghost with a pale face and red eyes against the full moon.
Mo Ran heard his own voice, trembling, and hoarsely probing: “Tell me your name.”
What answered him were two calm voices. “It’s not up to me.”
Mo Ran’s heart was beating violently, and his blood was flowing freely in his body. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he continued to ask in a low voice, “Where are you?”
“Not up to me.”
“What time?”
“Not up to me.”
The low-level black pieces that were successfully controlled by the Exquisite Chessboard had three “not up to me”: “Name not up to me”, “Body not up to me”, and “What time is up to me”.
— — All up to the master.
This was exactly the same as what was recorded in the ancient book.
Mo Ran murmured. It was strange, but when facing the two chess pieces that he made with his own hands, what he felt the most was not ecstasy, but fear.
What was he afraid of? He did not know, but his heart was in chaos, extremely chaotic.
He knew that he was already standing on the edge of a cliff — — no, he had already fallen off the cliff. Below was darkness, an endless abyss, and he could not see the bottom. He could not see where was death, where was the end, where was fire, where was the end.
He felt as if there was a soul in his body that was screaming and screaming in pain, but it soon shattered into powder and debris.
He trembled, reached out, and touched the cheek of one of the chess pieces.
He swallowed, but there was no saliva in his mouth. His lips were chapped, and his handsome face was twisted. He stared at that junior brother, and then asked the last question: “What do you want?”
“What I want is to be a chess piece for you, even if it costs me my life.”
“… …”
Mo Ran stopped trembling.
Everything around him suddenly became very quiet, cold and still, like ice.
He had made two chess pieces. With two chess pieces, he had turned two junior brothers whose names he did not even know, into his puppets. If he wanted them to go east, they would not go west. If he wanted them to kill each other, they would not give him a way out.
He was their master.
The Exquisite Chessboard was the worst at controlling dead objects, and the best at controlling living people.
Mo Ran’s spiritual energy was naturally domineering and fierce, and he was extremely talented in this. The first time he made a move, the chess pieces he made could already control two living cultivators, although they were only two young, beginner cultivators.
After the initial fear, Mo Ran suddenly felt extremely excited, extremely excited. It was as if there was a grand picture scroll slowly unfolding before his eyes. On it was a scene of sensual pleasures, beautiful flowers, and everything was in his hands. Everything was his.
Everything he loved, he could tightly hold onto.
Everything he hated, he could crush into fine powder.
Mo Ran was extremely excited. His heart was still beating fast, or even faster. However, it was not because of fear, but because of excitement. The Exquisite Chessboard! The three great forbidden techniques!
He had been sneaky, and failed tens of thousands of times, but he finally learned … … he finally succeeded … … he did extremely well.
The whole world would be in his pocket!
With these black chess pieces, he could do many things that he could not do before. He could make the North of the Desert to Jiangnan his claws and teeth!
In front of him, there was a myriad of colors, extremely dazzling.
It was as if he could do anything, as if he could do anything, he … …
“Mo Ran.”
Suddenly, a familiar cold voice interrupted him.
Like a basin of cold water, those vermillion buildings and high platforms seemed to collapse in an instant. He seemed to fall from the clouds to the cold hard ground, falling back into the oppressive reality.
Mo Ran slowly turned his head, his eyes scarlet and ferocious. Facing the moonlight, he saw the cold man in white standing on the gravel ground.
“… …”
He had never wanted to see Chu Wanning more than at this moment.
“What are you doing here?”
Mo Ran secretly clenched his hands into fists, pursed his lips, and did not immediately answer.
Behind him stood two exquisite chess pieces, but they were not done perfectly. If Chu Wanning walked closer and looked carefully, he would definitely find something strange, and then everything would be exposed.
With Chu Wanning’s personality, she would probably pull out his tendons, break his legs, and destroy his spiritual cores. Then, she would burn all the ancient books that he had copied from the forbidden area of the library.
Seeing that he did not speak, Chu Wanning slightly frowned. His pure white silk shoes stepped on the gravel, and took a step forward.
But it was true, he only took that one step. Then he stopped and looked at the two strange disciples standing behind Mo Ran.
Not caring about anything else, Mo Ran lightly crooked his little finger, but almost using all of his willpower, he roared the order in his heart. Finally, the two disciples moved as he wished.
One of the disciples laughed: “You threw it too close. My throw just now definitely threw it farther than yours.”
“You keep bragging, anyway you … … Ah, Elder Yu Heng!”
They acted as usual, playing around like before. When they saw Chu Wanning, they were even stunned for a moment. Then the two of them bowed to Chu Wanning one by one. Chu Wanning looked at them a few times, feeling that something was wrong, but he was not so clear.
“Greetings to Elder.”
“Greetings to Elder Yu Heng.”
The two disciples withdrew their smiles, politely greeted Chu Wanning, and tactfully planned to leave.
Chu Wanning frowned, but his eyebrows did not loosen. His gaze was fixed on the two chess pieces walking over from the riverbank, coming close to him, brushing past his shoulder, and walking in the direction of the bamboo forest … … He stared at the two for a long time, then turned his head, his gaze once again falling on Mo Ran. Mo Ran secretly sighed in relief, but before he could relax halfway, he heard Chu Wanning suddenly say:
“Stop.”
“… …” Mo Ran’s expression changed slightly. In fact, his fingernails had already left red marks in his palms, but he did not say anything. He quietly observed Chu Wanning’s subtle expressions, observed Chu Wanning’s every move.
Chu Wanning said to the two frozen figures: “Come back.”
Mo Ran had no choice but to brace himself and have the two chess pieces listen to his orders. He slowly walked back from the end of the bamboo forest, standing in front of Chu Wanning.
The light clouds moved, and the full moon peeked out.
Under the bright moonlight, Chu Wanning stared at the faces of the two disciples. He suddenly raised his hand, the tip of his finger covering the side of one of the disciples’ neck.
Mo Ran stared closely at Chu Wanning’s expression. His expression did not change, but his heart was beating wildly.
He knew that Chu Wanning must have felt that something was wrong, so he suddenly stretched out his hand to check the pulse. It must be known that those who had just learned to play chess could generally only control corpses, not living people. Although these two people were directly made from living people, Mo Ran was not sure if he had done it perfectly. He was not sure if he had killed them in an instant when he inserted the black chess pieces into their hearts.
“… …”
After an unknown period of time, Chu Wanning finally dropped his hand. He then brushed his sleeve and said, “Let’s go.”
Mo Ran only felt the blade hanging over his neck move away — Chu Wanning did not notice. The heavens had eyes, allowing him to steal a life under Chu Wanning’s eyes.
After the two disciples left, Chu Wanning glanced at him and then said, “It’s so late, why are you here?”
Mo Ran said, “Passing by.” He controlled his tone very well. He did not suddenly have a good attitude towards Chu Wanning just because he had a guilty conscience. Perhaps it was this cold and disobedient attitude that made Chu Wanning, who should have been suspicious, purse his lips and remain silent for a moment.
He did not want to spend a moment with Chu Wanning, so he moved his gaze away and walked forward. But just as he was about to walk shoulder to shoulder with him, Chu Wanning suddenly said something that made him tense in an instant.
“The Book Collection Pavilion is a forbidden area. Someone recently snuck in.”
“… …” Mo Ran did not turn his head, but there was a faint light in his eyes.
“You should know that there are some remnants of forbidden techniques that are controlled by the ten great sects.”
Mo Ran stopped in his tracks and said, “I know.”
“One of the most important remnants has obvious traces of being flipped through.”
Mo Ran laughed coldly, “What does that have to do with me?”
He was stubbornly holding on. He knew that as long as Heaven’s Inquisition was exposed and he was interrogated, then his evil deeds and the budding demons in his heart would be exposed under Chu Wanning’s eyes.
His dreams, his ambitions, would all be over.
Chu Wanning was silent for a moment, “Mo Ran, how long are you going to be stubborn for?”
There was a faint trace of anger in his voice.
“… …” Mo Ran did not answer, but he could almost predict what would happen next.
He could foresee the flash of Heaven’s Inquisition’s golden light.
He could foresee how Chu Wanning would question him with a gentleman’s face why he did such a thing. In any case, in Chu Wanning’s eyes, he would always be so — —
“Do you know how dangerous the situation is?”
Beyond redemption.
He finished the four words in a dry voice.
Then he turned his head in a daze. Under the moonlight, he looked at Chu Wanning’s face.
His face was pale, and there was a faint uneasiness under his sword-like eyebrows. A pair of clear eyes looked at him, but he could not see through anything. He could not see through anything.
“If someone really practiced that forbidden technique, it would kill. You did not sleep at night and came to such a desolate place. Do you want to give up your life for nothing? ”
“… …”
Chu Wanning’s voice was low, as if he was gritting his teeth, “So many people died in the Battle of Heaven Splitting, did it not teach you how to cherish your life? Since you know that the remnants were stolen, how can you be so carefree! ”
Mo Ran was silent, his dark brown eyes staring at him.
His forehead was full of sweat. At this time, he slowly calmed down, and when the wind blew, it was cold.
His body relaxed bit by bit, and he did not know what kind of strange feeling filled his heart. In the end, Mo Ran almost smiled, “Shizun … …”
Chu Wanning’s phoenix eyes flickered slightly.
Since Shi Mei’s death, Mo Ran had never smiled at him, and rarely called him Shizun.
Mo Ran smiled and asked, “Are you worried about me?”
“… …”
His smile became even brighter.
It was so bright that it was like a bayonet. The white knife went in, and the red knife came out. With a puff, it went into his chest, and the blade was full of blood beads. He slowly opened his mouth like a demon, revealing his white teeth, like the poisonous claws of a scorpion.
“The Battle of Heaven Splitting … …” He chuckled, “It’s great that Shizun can mention the Battle of Heaven Splitting. It’s not important what I learned from that battle. The important thing is that Shizun learned how to care for others. ”
He saw the light in Chu Wanning’s eyes tremble, and he tried his best to tense up, but he could not dodge in time, and had no way to retreat.
The smile on Mo Ran’s face became more and more exaggerated, wanton, and cruel.
He invaded him, bit him, and chewed on Chu Wanning’s throat. He suddenly felt very happy, and he laughed loudly, “Hahaha, good, very good, this is a good deal. A nameless disciple has changed Grandmaster Chu’s conscience. Grandmaster Chu finally cares about the life and death of the people around him. Shizun, today I finally feel that Shi Mei’s death is good.”
Even someone as calm and cold as Chu Wanning couldn’t help but tremble slightly under his crazy laughter that sounded like a vulture’s circling in the air.
“Mo Ran … …”
“Shi Mei’s death is good, his death is worth it, his death is righteous, his death is worth it!”
“Mo Ran, you … …”
Stop laughing.
Don’t say it again.
But he could not say it. Chu Wanning could not say it. He could not beg for mercy, he could not beg, and he could not reprimand this disciple who was on the verge of madness. He could not say: “You’re wrong, it’s not that I don’t want to save him, it’s that I don’t have the strength.
I also suffered the same injury as him, if I use even one more inch of spiritual energy, I will also become a corpse in the grave, a person in the spring. ”
He could not say it.
Maybe he felt that this kind of confession was too weak.
Or maybe he felt that in Mo Ran’s heart, even if he died, he was not worth mentioning, and could not compare to Shi Mingjing, who was the most gentle to him.
So in the end, Chu Wanning could only suppress the trembling in his voice, and he said in a low voice, one word at a time, “Mo Weiyu, how long are you going to be crazy for?”
“… …”
“Go back.”
His anger boiled with grief, and his throat was full of bitterness.
“Shi Mingjing’s death was not in exchange for a madman like you.”
“Shizun’s words are wrong.” Mo Ran laughed. “How could Shi Mei’s death be in exchange for me?”
He was like a snake, a scorpion, a bee, an ant, gnawing at people’s hearts.
“He’s dead, and the one who’s returned is clearly you, Master.”
The bee stung his flesh.
Looking at Chu Wanning’s deathly pale face, he felt a painful pleasure in his heart. He provoked him as if he did not care about his life, mocked him, and made Chu Wanning suffer a fate worse than death.
Excellent.
They would go to hell together.
“I also want to go back.” Mo Ran smiled calmly, his deep dimples like wine brewing. “I also don’t want to wander around in the middle of the night. But right across from my room is his room. ”
Mo Ran did not say who, he used the word “him.”
The intimacy made Chu Wanning feel even more tormented.
“The light in his room will never be lit again.”
Chu Wanning closed his eyes.
Mo Ran smiled. After a long time, his expression gradually calmed down. “I want to ask for a bowl of wontons to eat, but I can’t get it anymore.”
For a moment, Chu Wanning’s eyelashes trembled, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But Mo Ran did not give him the chance to say it, nor did he give him the courage to say it. Mo Ran was not without ridicule. “Shizun, wontons like wontons are best made by people in Shu. Red oil, chili, pepper, and pepper are all indispensable. They are all things you hate the most. Back then, you wanted to make another bowl for me, and I appreciate your kindness. But the things you make, I know without tasting them. There is only one word to describe them. ”
Chu Wanning still did not open his eyes, the space between his brows slightly furrowed.
It seemed that this way, he could avoid the sharp sword of his lips and tongue.
“I haven’t studied much, but fortunately, I just heard Xue Meng mention it a few days ago. I feel that it is very suitable for Shizun’s wontons.”
What was it?
A waste of effort?
A waste of effort?
Chu Wanning searched chaotically in his consciousness, as if he was busy trying to find a fitting armor. He found the most unpleasant word to first tidy himself up, so as to avoid being humiliated too badly.
Worthless?
Mo Ran still did not open his mouth. That word was sinking between his lips and teeth.
Yes, worthless.
Chu Wanning firmly believed that there was no word more chilling than this.
He calmed down.
Until he heard Mo Ran calmly say, “Make a fool of yourself by imitating others.”
He opened his eyes, almost in a daze.
He did not think that the other would be so vicious. Under the sleeves of his gown, his hands were trembling slightly.
Kneading the dough, seasoning, kneading the stuffing …
Facing the 《Shu Food Record》, he earnestly read each word and sentence. His face was stained with flour, and the wontons he made went from crooked to perfectly round and cute.
He had always been learning well, always been working hard to ponder.
He changed it to those four words.
Make a fool of yourself by imitating others.
The river bank at night was suffused with silver light. Mo Ran looked at him. Chu Wanning stood where he was for a while. Suddenly, without saying a word, he turned and left.
For some reason, Mo Ran always felt that on that day, his footsteps were a bit fast. He was not as calm and steady as before — like he was defeated, like he was running away.
He did not know why, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty in his heart. He furrowed his brows, looking at Chu Wanning’s back. Just as that back was about to disappear, he finally called out, “Wait!”
