The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 98

The Peak of Life and Death had a mountain range with a funny name called “Ah Ah Ah”.

There were many theories about the origin of this name in the sect. The most common one was that it was named “Ah Ah Ah” because this mountain range was so steep that people often fell down.

However, Mo Ran knew that this was not the case.

This mountain range was so tall that it reached the clouds. The mountain peak was covered in snow all year round and was extremely cold. If someone died at the Peak of Life and Death, their coffin would stop there and wait for the funeral.

Mo Ran had only been here once in his previous life.

That time was not very different from the current situation. It was also after the Avici Hell split open that a bloody battle took away countless lives. Shi Mei also died. He was unwilling to accept this reality, so he knelt beside Shi Mei’s coffin and looked at the person’s lifeless face in the ice coffin. He knelt for many days …

“The reason why it’s called Ah Ah Ah is because your father passed away that year.” In his previous life, Xue Zhengyong accompanied him in the cold Frost Heaven Palace and told him this.

“I only have one elder brother. The Peak of Life and Death was created by the two of us. However, your father … he was very similar to you. He was an extremely capricious person. He only enjoyed his life for a few days before he got bored. He lost in a fight with an evil spirit and left. ”

Frost Heaven Palace was too cold. Xue Zhengyong brought a pot of wine and took a sip. Then, he passed the goatskin wine bag to Mo Ran.

“Here, drink some, but don’t tell your aunt.”

Mo Ran did not take it, nor did he touch it.

Xue Zhengyong sighed. “This peak is called Ah Ah Ah because during that time, I was also very sad. It was as if my heart had been dug out. I stayed on the mountain and watched over your father. When I thought of the sad part, I couldn’t help but cry loudly. When I cried, it was very unpleasant to hear. I was always howling, so I got this name. ”

He glanced at Mo Ran and patted his shoulder.

“Uncle didn’t study much, but he also knows that life is like the morning dew. It disappears in the blink of an eye. Just treat it as Ming Jing taking the first step. We’ll be brothers in the next life. ”

Mo Ran slowly closed his eyes.

Xue Zhengyong said, “My condolences are just empty words. If you’re sad, just cry it out. If she didn’t want to leave, she could stay here and accompany him. But he had to eat and drink. I’ll go to the Meng Po Lobby for some food and come back later. If you want to kneel after that, I will not stop you. ”

The Frosty Heaven Palace was cold and silent. Inside the large cold room, the white silk gently fluttered like a gentle finger brushing across one’s forehead.

Mo Ran slowly opened his eyes.

It was still the same ice coffin in his memory. It was made of the mysterious snow of Kunlun. The body of the coffin was sparkling and translucent, with wisps of cold air lingering around it.

However, the person lying inside was Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran had never expected that in this lifetime, the person who would die in this Heaven’s Split would be Chu Wanning.

He was caught off guard and couldn’t react in time.

Facing this person’s ice-cold corpse, he didn’t feel too much emotion. There wasn’t the joy of an enemy’s death, nor was there the sorrow of his master’s passing.

Mo Ran was somewhat puzzled. He lowered his eyes and looked at Chu Wanning for a long time. That person’s face was even colder than usual. Right now, it was really covered in a layer of frost. Even his tightly closed eyelashes were frozen. His lips were pale and his skin was almost transparent. He could see the light blue blood vessels, like the fine cracks on white porcelain.

How could the person who left be him?

Mo Ran raised his hand and touched Chu Wanning’s cheek. It was very cold to the touch.

All the way down, his throat and neck, there was no pulse.

He reached his hand again.

He held his hand. His knuckles were already somewhat stiff, but they felt very rough.

Mo Ran felt that it was strange. Although Chu Wanning’s fingertips had small calluses, his palm was always soft and delicate. He couldn’t help but look carefully. What he saw were chapped and broken scars. Although they had been wiped, the wounds would never heal. The flesh was still open.

He remembered what Xue Meng said.

“His spiritual power was completely damaged. He was no different from a mortal. He couldn’t use magic, nor could he transmit sound. He could only carry you and climb the stairs to the peak of life and death step by step …”

He couldn’t support himself. He couldn’t stand up. He crawled on the ground, knelt, and dragged until his ten fingers were worn out and his hands were full of blood.

He also wanted to bring him home.

Mo Ran murmured in a daze, “Did you carry me back?”

“…”

“Chu Wanning, is it you …”

“…”

“If you didn’t nod your head, I wouldn’t have believed it.” Mo Ran said to the person in the coffin. His face was calm, as if he believed that the person in front of him would really wake up. “Chu Wanning, nod your head. If you nod your head, I’ll believe you. I won’t hate you anymore … Nod your head, okay? ”

But Chu Wanning was still lying there. His expression was indifferent, and his eyebrows were cold. It seemed that he didn’t care whether Mo Ran hated him or not. He had a clear conscience, leaving others in the world to feel uneasy.

This person, whether alive or dead, made others feel annoyed. It was far better than making others feel pain.

Mo Ran suddenly sneered, “That’s true.” He said, “When have you ever listened to me?”

He looked at Chu Wanning and suddenly felt that it was ridiculous.

All this time, he hated Chu Wanning because he looked down on him. He hated Chu Wanning because he didn’t save Shi Mei that year.

After going around in circles, this hatred continued for more than ten years. Suddenly, one day, someone told him — —

“Chu Wanning turned around and left because he didn’t want to be a burden to you.”

Suddenly, someone told him — —

“The Observation Barrier is twinned. You suffered heavy injuries, but so did he.”

His spirit flow was exhausted, he couldn’t protect himself, he …

Good, this was really good. Chu Wanning was right, but what about him?

He had been kept in the dark like a fool and had been played around like a clown. He had grimaced in pain and dug out his heart for so long.

What was this?!

Things like misunderstandings, if short, were like a lump of dirt that stuck to a wound when it was healing. If it was discovered in time, it couldn’t be better to clean it up and apply ointment again.

But if a misunderstanding continued for ten or twenty years, the person trapped in the net had invested a long time of hatred, a long time of care, a long time of fetters, and even his life into this misunderstanding.

These feelings had already formed scabs and grown into new flesh, completely blending with the body.

Suddenly, someone said: “It’s not like that, everything is wrong.”

Then what should he do now? The dirt from back then had already grown under the skin and in the blood with the passage of time.

Only by tearing open the intact skin and flesh could the past be dispelled.

A year of misunderstanding was a misunderstanding.

Ten years of misunderstanding was a sin.

And from birth to death, a lifetime of misunderstanding was fate.

Their fates were thin.

The heavy stone door of Frost Heaven Palace slowly opened.

Just like in the previous life, Xue Zhengyong carried a goatskin wineskin full of soju wine and walked with heavy steps to Mo Ran’s side. He sat on the ground and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

“I heard that you were here, so Uncle came to accompany you.”

Xue Zhengyong’s leopard eyes were red, showing that he had cried not long ago.

“I also came to accompany him.”

Mo Ran did not speak, so Xue Zhengyong opened the wine pot and drank a few mouthfuls. Then, he suddenly stopped, wiped his face, and forced a smile: “In the past, when I drank, Yu Heng was always unhappy when he saw me. Now … sigh, forget it, I won’t say it, I won’t say it. I’m not old, but I’ve sent away one old friend after another. Ran Er, do you know how it feels? ”

“… …”

Mo Ran lowered his eyes.

In the previous life, Xue Zhengyong had also asked him this question.

At that time, he only had eyes for Shi Mei’s withered flesh and blood. What did the lives of others matter to him? He did not understand, nor did he want to understand.

But now, how could he not understand?

Before his rebirth, he was all alone. In the huge Shaman Mountain Palace, he was the only one left.

One day, he woke up with a start from a light sleep and dreamed of the old times when he was studying under Yu Heng’s tutelage. After waking up, he wanted to go back to his bedroom to take a look, but when he pushed open the door and entered, that narrow disciple’s room had been deserted for a long time, the walls covered in dust.

He saw a small incense burner on the ground, but he did not know who had knocked it over or when. He picked up the incense burner and subconsciously wanted to put it back to its original position.

But time passed quickly. He held the small incense burner and suddenly froze.

“This incense burner, where was it originally placed?”

He did not remember.

His hawk-like gaze swept past the people behind him, but those people all had blurry faces. He could not even tell who was called Zhang San and who was called Li Si.

And naturally, they did not know where the incense burner of the Emperor’s youth was placed in the room.

“This incense burner, where was it originally placed?”

He didn’t remember, and those who could remember the past were either dead or scattered.

How could Mo Ran not understand Xue Zhengyong’s feelings at this time?

“Sometimes, I suddenly think of a joke when I was young and unconsciously say it, but I realize that there is no one who can understand this joke.”

Xue Zhengyong drank another mouthful of wine and lowered his head to laugh.

“Your father, your comrades in the past … your Shizun …”

His fragmented light flowed, and he asked, “Ran Er, do you know why this mountain range is called Ah Ah Ah?”

Mo Ran understood what he wanted to say, but he was currently upset and did not want to listen to Xue Zhengyong talk about his late father, so he said, “I know. Uncle cried here before. ”

“Ah …” Xue Zhengyong was stunned. He slowly blinked, and there was a deep mark at the end of his tail. “Did your aunt tell you?”

“Yes.”

Xue Zhengyong wiped his tears and took a deep breath. “Okay, okay, then you know, uncle wanted to tell you that if you feel bad, you can cry, it’s okay. A man has tears for his king, it’s not shameful. ”

Mo Ran did not cry, perhaps because he had experienced two lifetimes, his heart was as hard as iron. Compared to the heart-wrenching pain when Shi Mei passed away, he was so calm. He was so calm that he even felt frightened by his own numbness. He did not know that he was so cold.

After drinking, Xue Zhengyong sat for a while and stood up. It was unknown whether it was because his legs were numb from kneeling for too long or because he drank too much, but he was slightly unsteady.

He patted Mo Ran’s shoulder with his wide hand. “Although the Heavenly Fissure has been mended, the person behind it has not been found out yet. Perhaps this matter will pass like this, or perhaps there will be a second great battle soon. Ran Er, it’s about time to go down the mountain and eat something, don’t starve yourself. ”

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked away.

At this time, it was night. A waning moon hung high in the sky outside the Frosty Sky Palace. Xue Zhengyong stepped on the snow that never melted all year round, carrying half a pot of turbid wine. His rough voice was like a broken gong as he sang a short song from the center of Sichuan.

“I worship an old friend half as a ghost, only now can I be happy. The corner is hidden under the osmanthus tree, drinking on the face with rotting hair. The sky is broken, the people are gone, abandoning my old body with turbid tears. I am willing to extend my life and return the wine to you. ”

In the end, it was different from his previous life. The one who died was not Shi Mei, but Chu Wanning. Thus, Xue Zhengyong felt even more emotional.

Mo Ran’s back was facing the open door of Shuangtian Temple. He listened to the long, hoarse voice of a man, sonorous, yet desolate. The song was like an eagle flying away, finally swallowed up by the wind and snow.

Heaven and earth were bright, the moon was high, and the people were faint. Everything was washed away very, very faint. Only one sentence remained, going back and forth.

“Abandoning my old body with turbid tears … abandoning my old body with turbid tears …”

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Ran slowly walked down Shuangtian Temple.

Uncle was right. Although the Heavenly Fissure had been mended, it did not mean that the matter would end here. Chu Wanning was no longer here. If there was another fierce battle, he would be the only one left to defend.

When he arrived at the Meng Po Lobby, it was already late. Other than the old woman cooking supper, there was no one else.

Mo Ran asked for a small bowl of noodles, found a corner seat, and slowly ate. The noodles were spicy, warming his stomach. He looked up as he wolfed down the food. Amidst the dense steam, the Meng Po Lobby was dimly lit, and his image was blurry.

He vaguely remembered that after Shi Mei’s death in his previous life, he was far more willful than he was now. He refused to leave for three days and three nights, and he did not eat.

Later, he was finally persuaded to leave Shuangtian Temple to eat something. However, he saw Chu Wanning’s busy figure in the kitchen. That person was clumsily rolling the dough and mixing the stuffing. There was flour and water on the table, as well as several neat rows of wontons.

“Clang!”

The things on the table were swept away, and that tyrannical sound came through the rolling dust. The current Mo Ran could not lift his chopsticks and eat.

At that time, he felt that Chu Wanning was mocking him, harboring malicious intentions to hurt him.

But now that he thought about it, perhaps Chu Wanning really did want to replace the already dead Shi Mei and cook another bowl of wontons for him.

“Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of the things he used? Are you worthy of cooking the dishes he made? Shi Mei is dead, are you satisfied? Will you only be satisfied after you drive all of your disciples to their deaths and drive them insane? Chu Wanning! There is no one else in this world who can make that bowl of wontons. No matter how much you try to imitate him, you won’t be able to do it! ”

Every word pierced his heart.

He did not want to think about it anymore. He ate his noodles.

But how could he? His memories would not let him off so easily.

He recalled Chu Wanning’s face more clearly than ever before. There was no joy or sorrow. He recalled every detail of that time more clearly than ever before.

He remembered the slight tremble on his fingertips, the crumbs of flour on his cheeks.

He remembered the plump, snow-white wontons rolling all over the floor.

He remembered Chu Wanning. He lowered his eyes, bent down, and slowly picked up the food that could no longer be eaten. Then he personally threw it away.

Personally threw it away.

There was still more than half a bowl of pea noodles left.

Mo Ran could not eat anymore. He pushed the bowl away and fled from this place that would drive him crazy. He ran madly at the peak of life and death, as if he wanted to leave behind all the misunderstandings of the past ten years, as if he wanted to catch up to the man who had left Granny Meng Hall alone that year.

Catch up to him and say one sentence.

“I’m sorry, I hated you wrongly.”

Mo Ran ran without any order in the dark night. He ran … but everywhere he went, there was Chu Wanning’s broken figure. The Good and Evil Platform, teaching him how to read and practice the sword. The Bridge of Helplessness, holding an umbrella with him, walking together. The Green Heaven Hall, suffering all kinds of punishment, wandering alone.

He became more and more anxious and helpless in the night.

Suddenly, he ran to a spacious place. Suddenly, the clouds parted and the fog cleared. The bright moon hung high in the sky.

Mo Ran gasped for breath and stopped.

Tong Tian Pagoda …

The place where he died in his previous life. The place where he and Chu Wanning first met.

His heart beat like a drum. His eyes were in chaos. He was chased by the past like a tide. He could not resist or hide. In the end, he was forced to here.

The moon was white and the wind was clear. When he first met Jun.

Mo Ran finally stopped running. He knew that he could no longer escape. In this life, he was destined to owe Chu Wanning.

He slowly walked up the steps to the crabapple tree that was still in the air. He reached out and stroked the dry tree trunk. It was hard like a cocoon on his heart.

At this time, it had been nearly three days since Chu Wanning died.

Mo Ran looked up. He suddenly saw that the tree was as gentle as before. At this time, he suddenly felt a burst of endless sadness. He pressed his forehead against the tree trunk. Finally, he lost his voice and cried. His tears fell like rain.

“Shizun, Shizun …” He choked and murmured. He repeatedly said the words when he first met Chu Wanning. “Pay attention to me, please … pay attention to me …”

But things were the same, people were different. In front of Tong Tian Tower, he was the only one left. No one paid attention to him. No one would come again.

After being reborn, Mo Ran had the body of a teenager. But inside his body was the soul of the thirty-two year old Emperor Ta. He had seen too many deaths and tasted the sweetness of the world. Since he was reborn, the emotions in his heart were not so sincere and clear. It always seemed like there was a layer of mask covering them.

But at this moment, his face suddenly showed such confusion and pain. It was naked, tender, pure, and inexperienced.

Only at this moment did he truly look like an ordinary teenager who had lost his Shizun. Like an abandoned child. Like a lonely dog who had lost his home and could no longer find his way back.

He said, “Pay attention to me.

Pay attention to me … ”

But, in the end, what responded to him was only the swaying leaves and the lush shadow of the flowers.

And the handsome man under the crabapple tree would never again, and could never again raise his head to look at him. Even if it was the last time.