The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 206

Mo Ran swept past the rolling corpse tide and went straight to the foot of the mountain. After exiting the barrier, his eyes immediately fell on Nangong Si.

At this time, Nangong Si’s shackles had been released. Ye Wangxi knelt on one knee and bandaged his wounds. Mei Hanxue, on the other hand, sat quietly between Jiang Dongtang and Nangong Si. In front of him was a konghou. His fingertips lightly moved, and the sound of flowing water could be heard.

It must be known that Mei Hanxue was the eldest senior brother of Kunlun’s Treading in Snow Palace. Moreover, it was said that this person appeared and disappeared like a ghost. His movements were extremely strange, and his methods often changed. For a moment, he could not be more serious, and for a moment, he could be an evil martial art that people could not understand.

Thanks to him, although Jiang Dongtang’s group wished that they could skin Nangong Si alive, they still could not do anything. They could only obediently sit on a rock nearby and stare.

Seeing Mo Ran come down, Mei Hanxue’s zither suddenly stopped. He put away his zither, stood up, and nodded slightly.

His style was extremely dignified and proper.

“How is it on the mountain?”

Mo Ran said, “It’s all fake.”

“Fake?” Mei Hanxue slightly frowned. When the people of Jiang Dongtang heard this, they also gathered around. Huang Xiaoyue was still lying in the pavilion nearby, letting a few disciples massage his legs and shoulders. He made a weak appearance, but when he heard this, he could not help but squint his eyes and perk up his ears to listen.

Mo Ran said, “Xu Shuanglin is not on this mountain. I’m afraid he is on Jiao Mountain. I — ”

Before he finished speaking, Nangong Si’s face had already turned pale. He suddenly stared at Mo Ran, “Xu Shuanglin is on Jiao Mountain?”

“Maybe, but I’m not completely sure.”

Nangong Si was stunned for a moment and muttered, “… Impossible, Jiao Mountain only listens to the orders of the Nangong Clan. Xu Shuanglin, he …”

He thought of something and was suddenly at a loss for words. Then, the last bit of blood drained from his face. His pair of bright black eyes stared at Mo Ran’s face.

For a moment, he had forgotten that Xu Shuanglin’s surname was also Nangong.

The Nangong Family, one willow and one catkin, was once a young hero praised by everyone. Everyone thought that the Confucian Wind Sect would rise to glory in the hands of this pair of brothers, like the sun at noon. Who would have thought that the two brothers and the Confucian Wind Sect would end up in such a situation?

Nangong Si silently lowered his eyelids, no longer speaking.

At this time, the others also came down from Phoenix Mountain one after another. A few thousand people were like a school of migrating fish, squeezing their way back to the front of the mountain.

Chu Wanning walked over with Xue Meng and Shi Mei following behind him. He looked at Nangong Si and asked, “How did your hand get hurt?”

“It’s not a big deal. I cut it myself,” Nangong Si said, “Thank you for your kindness, Grandmaster.”

Xue Meng sighed and said, “Call me Shizun, not Grandmaster. Really, Shizun gave you face, yet you don’t want it. You …”

“I’ve never worshipped a master,” Nangong Si’s dry and peeling lips slightly opened and closed, “Everything I’ve learned has never been taught by a Grandmaster. Grandmaster doesn’t need to take my mother’s request to heart. ”

Chu Wanning was speechless.

“I’m sorry. But I don’t remember the three kowtows ceremony that year. ”

Before Chu Wanning could say anything, he saw Jiang Xi and several other school leaders walking over, followed by seven or eight people. He wasn’t used to speaking privately in front of so many people, so he pursed his lips and didn’t say anything else. He only handed over a small bottle of medicine from his Qiankun Bag.

“Apply it externally every day, and you’ll recover in three days.”

By the time he finished speaking, the other people had already arrived.

Huang Xiaoyue was also supported by others as she walked over shakily from the pavilion. Jiang Dongtang definitely wouldn’t miss out on this cup of soup.

Now that Jiang Xi was the leader of all the schools, it was only right for him to speak first. But Jiang Xi looked at Nangong Si. For a moment, he wasn’t sure what kind of attitude was most suitable for him …

The Confucian Wind School had been domineering and rampant for so many years, and had accumulated enmity with many other schools. These enmity had no place to vent, so in the end, it all fell on Nangong Si alone.

But what did Nangong Si do wrong? He wasn’t the one who took the sword manual of the Jade Pool Mountain Villa, and he wasn’t the one who would ask for such an exorbitant price. He didn’t even have time to find out where the sword manual was … His father Nangong Liu had committed many crimes, and his death was a good thing. Nowadays, everyone said that the son should pay for the father’s debts, but if the son paid for the father’s debts, how many people present would be clean and pure?

Moreover, this young man was the only descendant of the Nangong Family, the key to opening the door to the Jiao Mountain.

“You …”

Jiang Xi opened his mouth hesitantly.

He had just said “you” when suddenly someone next to him said in a trembling voice, “Benefactor Nangong, you have to come with us. As the saying goes, the one who started the trouble should be the one who started it. You must not ignore the mess left behind by the Confucian Wind School and watch with folded arms.”

Jiang Xi saw that it was the Abbot of Wubei Temple, Master Xuanjing. He couldn’t help but sneer in his heart. He thought that this old bald donkey was not pure, and wanted to pick a fight.

However, this was fine. He wasn’t good at socializing anyway, so he lazily shut his mouth and stood at the side. He watched Master Xuanjing hold his staff and preached to Nangong Si with Amitabha.

Nangong Si listened for a while and said, “Okay, I’ll go with you to the Jiao Mountain.”

Master Xuanjing didn’t expect that he would agree to help open the enchantment of the Jiao Mountain so quickly. He was stunned for a while, and then he put his palms together and said, “Amitabha, benefactor is sensible, and the Gods and Buddhas are aware, so your sins will be reduced.”

For a moment, Nangong Si seemed to want to say something, but he didn’t. Nangong Si whimpered in his quiver and wanted to climb out, but was pressed back in by him without batting an eyelid.

“I’m going to the Jiao Mountain because I don’t want the heroes of the Confucian Wind School to become puppets and help the evildoers.” Nangong Si restrained himself and said, “But thank you for your kindness and for showing me the way.”

In this way, they had the key to open the Jiao Mountain.

However, each of the Four Great Evil Mountains was different from the Phoenix Mountain. If one wanted to go to the Jiao Mountain, no matter if it was a member of the Nangong Clan or an outsider brought in by the Nangong Clan, they had to do two things.

First, they had to fast for ten days.

Second, when they reached the Coiling Dragon Mountain, they had to walk. They couldn’t ride a sword or ride a horse. They had to cross the first three mountains on foot to show their sincerity.

Xue Zhengyong calculated the time and said, “From here to the Coiling Dragon Mountain, if you ride a horse, it will take about ten days. I think if you don’t have anything important to do, you don’t have to rush back to your respective schools to fast. Let’s go together. ”

The Master of the Treading Snow Palace said, “That’s good. If we go together, we can discuss the next countermeasures.”

Xue Zhengyong said, “But there are at least three thousand people here. It’s a bit difficult to find horses …”

At this time, a weak voice suddenly came from the crowd. A hand was raised. It was a wretched man wearing a red brocade robe. The edge of the robe was embroidered with a black cat totem. “I have some in my villa. It should be enough.”

“Villa Master Ma?” Jiang Xi raised his eyebrows.

This person was Ma Yun, the head of the “Peach Bud Villa”, one of the nine major sects in the Upper Cultivation World. He was the third richest person in the book Xue Meng bought. However, now that Nangong Liu was dead, he should be the second richest person in terms of wealth.

Compared to Jiang Xi, Ma Yun was more down-to-earth and looked more like a businessman. However, after all, the two of them had different ways of making money. Jiang Xi was fierce, had a lot of connections, and had a lot of treasures. He ran the black market.

Villa Master Ma set up courier stations of various sizes in the Cultivation World to accept all kinds of package delivery, immortal horses, immortal boats, and spiritual carriages. Their villa was good at making all kinds of spiritual boats and carriages. They raised a large number of strong cattle and horses. Therefore, Villa Master Ma had a nickname, “Reception Horse”.

Facing the cold-faced Jiang Xi, the reception horse seemed to be a little scared. It shrank its neck and said, “Then … why don’t we go to Lin Ling Yu? Sect Master Jiang’s manor definitely has more steeds than mine, hehehe. ”

Everyone was speechless.

Jiang Xi looked at the wrinkled smile on his face. After a moment of silence, he said, “I’m just grateful for Villa Master Ma’s generous help. I don’t mean anything else. This place is close to the Peach Bud Villa. It’s good that Villa Master Ma is willing to lend us his mount. ”

When Villa Master Ma heard this, he sighed in relief and said with a smile, “Then please go to my villa. It’s already late. Why don’t you stay in the villa for the night and set off together the next day?”

Peach Bud Villa was built on the top of a lonely mountain by the West Lake. However, although this lonely mountain was called a mountain, it was actually just a small hill. It only took half an hour to climb to the top.

“We’re here!” Villa Master Ma stood in front of the huge bright red mountain gate in high spirits. He raised his hand and removed the protective barrier. “Please come in, come in, come in.”

During the trip to Phoenix Mountain, the sect masters were either anxious or worried. Only Villa Master Ma was able to act as if nothing had happened. He was even able to show a warm smile. Everyone looked at each other and smiled bitterly. However, they didn’t say anything. The sect masters entered first, followed by the elders and then the personal disciples. Behind them were the disciples of the various sects. They entered the Peach Bud Villa’s barrier gate in succession.

Xue Meng muttered to Mo Ran, “What is this welcoming horse doing? He’s laughing so hard that I’m getting goosebumps. He can’t be in cahoots with Xu Shuanglin, right? Is he trying to lure us into a trap? ”

“… No.”

“Why are you so sure?”

Mo Ran said, “The Nine Great Sects’ High Lords and Outstanding Talents are all here. Everyone is panicking. If he’s in cahoots with Xu Shuanglin, he won’t be able to do anything. Instead, he’ll expose himself.”

“Then why is he so happy?”

Mo Ran sighed and said, “He’s happy that he made a fortune.”

“What fortune? He’s clearly making a loss. “Xue Meng was dumbfounded. He was the same as his father. He didn’t have any business acumen. It was said that when he was young, Madam Wang gave him a silver leaf and told him to go to a peddler to exchange for it. In the end, he exchanged for a small kite and three greasy copper coins. He was miserably cheated. However, he still thought that the kite looked good. He bought a happy one and felt that it was worth it.

How could someone like him understand the thoughts of the welcoming horse?

Thus, after thinking for a long time, he was still dumbfounded. “Did you hear wrong? He just said that he wanted to borrow our horses, not rent them. He doesn’t want a single cent, he — ”

At this time, the low level disciple in charge of receiving guests came to receive them. Mo Ran waved his hand, indicating that he shouldn’t say anything else. The servant girl wearing pink led them with a smile to the side courtyard where they would be temporarily staying tonight.

This row of side courtyards were all near the edge of the mountain. Each courtyard could accommodate six people. At dusk, Mo Ran stood in front of the window of his room, gazing at the distant mountains and the mist of the West Lake.

After coming down from Mount Huang, Mo Ran had been very anxious and uneasy. Now that he had closed the door, he finally completely revealed his restlessness. He rubbed the window frame with one hand, while the other hand was subconsciously playing with a warm object in his palm.

The scenery of Jiangnan was always beautiful, but at this time, he was not in the mood to appreciate it. The setting sun was dim. If someone saw his face at this time, they would not believe that he was that righteous and honest Grandmaster Mo.

This was a face that belonged to the Emperor Ta of his previous life.

Gloomy.

The setting sun pierced his light brown eyes.

In the dusk, Mo Weiyu’s face changed.

The reincarnated person behind Xu Shuanglin made him tremble in fear. He felt as if there was a knife against his neck, and the blade was already touching his skin, piercing his flesh. Blood was already seeping out.

But that person did not use force to cut him, and he could not turn his head. He could not see clearly who was standing behind him. At any time, he could take his life.

He was very confused. He felt that he could not hide his rebirth for long.

If the day of the battle was the day the truth was revealed, what should he do?

What would his uncle and aunt think of him? What would Shi Mei think of him? What would Xue Meng think of him?

There was also Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning …

If the matter of his previous life was exposed, how much would Chu Wanning hate him? Would she be unwilling to even look at him from now on?

Mo Ran was very confused. The more he thought about it, the colder he felt. It was so cold that it reached his bones.

“… Clatter.”

Suddenly, there was a sound. The thing in his hand fell to the floor.

He picked it up absentmindedly and glanced at it.

There was some dust on that little thing. It seemed that this side courtyard of Taobao Villa had not been lived in for a long time. The people who took care of it were not diligent. There was some dust on the ground …

He paused.

Mo Ran’s face suddenly turned pale.

He suddenly realized what he was playing.

Lying in the palm of his hand was a dark and warm chess piece.

The Precious Dragon Chess Piece!

Mo Ran’s expression changed.

In his previous life, he had developed a habit in the last two years before his death. Every time he felt extremely complicated and irritated, he could not help but gather his spiritual power in his palm and condense it into a small black chess piece. He would play with it in his hand.

This habit of his made many attendants in the palace frightened. Mo Ran overheard the palace servants discussing this matter. They all thought that he must be angry. When he was angry, he wanted to be a chess piece. He wanted to kill people and turn them into puppets.

“I’m so scared that His Majesty will throw that chess piece out at any time.”

“To be honest, I’d rather watch him play with people’s skulls.”

“What are you afraid of? I’m His Majesty’s attendant. God knows how many times my legs have turned to jelly. How much spiritual power does it take for His Majesty to be a chess piece? He can’t be playing around, right? He must have a purpose, or he wants to vent … … If he vents it on me, what should I do … … ”

Mo Ran was speechless, but he also found it funny.

He didn’t understand what these gossiping palace servants were thinking. How could they guess what he was thinking with such certainty?

In reality, there was no reason for him to be a chess piece. It was just one of the Emperor Ta’s personal hobbies. It was that simple. But ever since he heard the discussions of the palace servants, sometimes his playful heart would be aroused. He pretended to throw the precious chess pieces in his hand at some servant girl, scaring those servant girls to repeatedly beg for mercy, their legs shaking like a sieve. His face was as cold as before, but in his heart he was secretly amused.

That was the only fun he had in the last two years of his life.

He had not condensed the chess piece for a long time.

It seemed that he wanted to sever ties with his past self. Ever since his rebirth, Mo Ran had never used this technique again.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight years had passed. He thought that he would forget the mental cultivation method and the chant.

But it turned out that he could not escape at all.

Sin was planted in his soul.

Mo Ran stared at the black chess piece, his hands could not help but tremble … …

He suddenly felt hopeless.

He suddenly did not know who he was. Was he the Emperor Ta? Or was he Master Mo?

He suddenly did not know where he was … … Was he at the West Lake? Or was he in front of the Wu Mountain Palace?

Suddenly, he could no longer distinguish between dream and reality. He was trembling, trembling uncontrollably. That tiny black stone was reflected in his eyes like a heavy nightmare, like a pitch-black bloodstain. There was a sinister voice in his head that kept on laughing madly, roaring at the top of its lungs:

“Mo Weiyu! Mo Weiyu! You can’t escape! You can’t escape! You can only be an evil person forever, you can only be a ghost! You are a jinx! A jinx!! ”

The voice was loud and clear.

“Knock, knock, knock.” Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Mo Ran woke up with a start, cold sweat dripping down his back. He held the chess piece tightly in his hand, turned around and shouted, “Who is it?”

“It’s me.” The person outside answered, “Xue Meng.”