Before Mo Ran became the Emperor, there were always people who called him a dog.
The shopkeeper called him a dog son, the customers called him a dog cub, his cousin called him a dog thing, and his mother was the most powerful, calling him a son of a bitch.
Of course, there were always some descriptions related to dogs, so it wasn't too bad. For example, his brief love affairs were always accompanied by a bit of fake anger. They were angry that his waist was as strong as a male dog's, that his sweet words seduced people's souls, and that the weapon under his body took Qingqing's life, but in the blink of an eye, they would show off to others, causing everyone in the courtyard to know that he, Mo Weiyu, was a handsome man with a powerful weapon. Those who had tried were full of greed, but those who had not tried were relaxed and shaken.
It had to be said that these people were right, Mo Ran was indeed like a silly dog wagging its head and tail.
It wasn't until he became the Emperor of the Cultivation World that these kinds of names suddenly disappeared.
One day, a small immortal sect from a faraway place gifted him a puppy.
The dog was grey and white, with three clusters of fire on its forehead, a bit like a wolf. But it was only the size of a melon. It also had a melon head and a melon brain. It was fat and round, but it still thought it was very impressive. It ran madly all over the main hall. Several times it wanted to climb the high steps to see the person sitting calmly on the emperor's throne. But because its legs were too short, it failed every time.
Mo Ran stared at the puppy that had strength but no brain, and suddenly laughed. As he laughed, he scolded in a low voice, "Dog thing."
The little puppy quickly grew into a big dog, the big dog became an old dog, and the old dog became a dead dog.
Mo Ran closed his eyes, then opened them again. His life had been full of ups and downs, ups and downs, and 32 years had passed.
He was tired of playing with everything, and felt bored and lonely. In these years, the people he was familiar with were getting fewer and fewer, and even the three fires had died. He felt that it was about time to end it.
From the fruit platter, he picked a sparkling and plump grape, and slowly peeled off the purple skin.
His movements were calm and skillful, like the Qiang King in the tent stripping off Hu Ji's clothes, with a bit of laziness. The green and lustrous flesh trembled slightly on his fingertips, and the juice seeped out. The purple color was faint, like the rosy clouds of a goose, like a begonia sleeping in spring.
It also looked like dirty blood.
He swallowed the sweetness in his mouth and looked at his fingers. Then, he lazily opened his eyes.
He thought that it was about time.
It was time for him to go to hell.
Mo Ran, also known as Weiyu.
The first monarch of the Cultivation World.
Being able to sit in this position was not easy. Not only did it require outstanding spells, but it also required a thick skin that was as solid as a rock.
Before him, the Ten Great Sects of the Cultivation World were on par with each other. The sects kept each other in check, and no one could change the world on their own. What's more, the Sect Leaders were all outstanding talents who had read a lot of classics. Even if they wanted to confer a title to themselves for fun, they would also have misgivings about the Historian's Pen, afraid that they would be cursed for a thousand years.
But Mo Ran was different.
He was a hooligan.
In the end, he did what others didn't dare to do. He drank the best wine in the world, married the most beautiful woman in the world, and became the leader of the Immortal Cultivation World, the "Emperor Ta", and then proclaimed himself an emperor.
Tens of thousands of people knelt down.
All those who were not willing to kneel were killed by him. During the years when he ruled the world, the Cultivation World could be said to be filled with blood and grief. Countless righteous people met their deaths. One of the Ten Great Sects, the Confucian Wind Sect, was completely annihilated.
Later on, even Mo Ran's teacher couldn't escape the clutches of the devil. He was defeated in a duel with Mo Ran and was taken back to the palace by his beloved disciple. No one knew where he went.
What was originally a peaceful and peaceful country suddenly turned into a foul atmosphere.
Dog Emperor Mo Ran didn't read many books, and he was a person who didn't care about taboos. Therefore, during his reign, absurd things happened one after another. Let's talk about the era name.
During the first three years of his reign, the era name was "Bastard". He thought of it while sitting by the pond and feeding the fish.
During the second three years, the era name was "Gua". It was because he heard the croaking of frogs in the courtyard in the summer. He believed that this was a heaven-sent inspiration that he couldn't waste.
The knowledgeable people thought that there wouldn't be an era name more terrible than "Bastard" and "Gua". However, they still didn't know anything about Mo Weiyu.
During the third three years, the local areas began to stir. Whether it was Buddhist Cultivators, Dao Cultivators, or Spirit Cultivators, those Jianghu righteous people who couldn't stand Mo Ran's tyranny began to revolt one after another.
Therefore, this time, Mo Ran seriously thought for a long time. After countless drafts, an earth-shattering era name was born — "Halberd End".
The meaning was good. Shi Huang racked his brains to come up with these two words. They took the good intention of "ceasing hostilities". However, when people talked about it, it was awkward.
Especially for those who couldn't read, it was even more awkward.
The first year was called "Halberd End First Year". No matter how you listened to it, it sounded like "Chicken Ba Round Year".
The second year was called "Chicken Ba Two Years".
"Chicken Ba Three Years".
There were people who cursed behind closed doors, "This is ridiculous! Why don't they call it" Halberd End Year "! In the future, when you see a man, you don't have to ask him how old he is. Just ask him how old he is! A hundred-year-old man is called a hundred-year-old chicken! "
After enduring for three years with great difficulty, the era name "Halberd End" was finally coming to an end.
Everyone in the world was waiting for His Majesty the Emperor's fourth era name in fear. However, this time, Mo Ran wasn't in the mood to take it. This was because in this year, the world of cultivation finally broke out in all directions. The Jianghu righteous people and Xianxia heroes who had endured humiliation for nearly ten years finally joined forces and formed a vast and mighty army of a million to force Emperor Mo Weiyu out of the palace.
The world of cultivation didn't need an emperor.
Especially not such a tyrant.
After several months of bloody expeditions, the rebel army finally arrived at the foot of the peak of life and death. This steep mountain in the middle of Shu was surrounded by clouds and fog all year round. Mo Ran's palace stood majestically at the peak.
The arrow was nocked on the string. There was only one last strike left to overthrow the tyranny. However, this strike was also the most dangerous. Seeing the dawn of victory, the allied army, which was originally a common enemy, began to have different thoughts within themselves. The old Emperor had fallen, and a new order had to be established. No one wanted to waste their strength at this time, so no one was willing to be the vanguard and take the lead to attack the mountain.
They were all afraid that this cunning and ruthless tyrant would suddenly descend from the sky and reveal his beast-like shining white teeth. He would rip open the stomachs of those who dared to besiege his palace and tear them into pieces.
Someone's expression was solemn. He said, "Mo Weiyu's mana is profound and his character is sinister. We should be cautious and not fall into his trap."
All the generals agreed.
However, at this time, an extremely handsome young man with an arrogant and extravagant face walked out. He wore a silver-blue light armor, a lion's head belt, a high ponytail, and an exquisite silver hairpin at the bottom.
The young man's expression was very ugly. He said, "We're already at the foot of the mountain, and you're still dawdling here and not willing to go up. Don't tell me you want to wait for Mo Weiyu to climb down himself? What a bunch of cowardly trash! "
As soon as he said that, the people around him exploded.
"Young Master Xue, what are you saying? What do you mean by cowardly? Every military strategist should be cautious. If we're all like you, who will take responsibility if something happens? "
Immediately, someone mocked, "Haha, Young Master Xue is the God's favored one, and we're just ordinary people. Since the God's favored one can't wait and wants to fight with the Emperor of the Human Realm, then you might as well go up the mountain first. We'll set up a banquet at the foot of the mountain and wait for you to take Mo Weiyu's head. Wouldn't that be better? "
These words were said more and more vehemently. An old monk in the allied army hurriedly stopped the young man who was about to explode. He changed into a gentleman's face and advised in a gentle voice.
"Young Master Xue, please listen to this old monk. This old monk knows that you and Mo Weiyu have a deep personal grudge. However, the matter of forcing him to abdicate is very important. You must think for everyone and not let your emotions affect your decisions. "
The "Young Master Xue" who was the target of public criticism was called Xue Meng. More than ten years ago, he was a young talent who was flattered by everyone, a God's favored one.
However, as time passed and circumstances changed, he had to endure these people's ridicule and mockery just to go up the mountain and see Mo Ran one last time.
Xue Meng was so angry that his face twisted and his lips trembled. However, he still tried to restrain himself and asked, "Then, how long are you going to wait?"
"At least wait and see what happens."
"That's right. What if Mo Weiyu has an ambush?"
The old monk who tried to smooth things over also advised, "Young Master Xue, don't be anxious. We're already at the foot of the mountain, so it's better to be careful. In any case, Mo Weiyu is already trapped in the palace and can't go down the mountain. He's now an arrow at the end of its flight and can't do anything. Why should we act rashly just because of a moment of urgency? There are so many people at the foot of the mountain, and so many nobles. If they lose their lives, who will take responsibility? "
Xue Meng was suddenly furious. "Responsibility? Then let me ask you, who can take responsibility for my master's life? Mo Ran has imprisoned my master for ten years! A whole ten years! My master is on the mountain right now, how can I wait? "
Hearing Xue Meng mention his master, everyone's expressions became somewhat unsightly.
Some revealed ashamed expressions, while others glanced left and right in silence.
"Ten years ago, Mo Ran proclaimed himself Emperor Ta. Not only did he slaughter the seventy-two cities of the Confucian Wind Sect, he also wanted to destroy the remaining nine sects. Later on, Mo Ran declared himself emperor and wanted to exterminate all of you. Who stopped him in the end during these two calamities? If not for my master risking his life to protect you, would you still be alive? Would you still be standing here and talking to me? "
In the end, someone coughed dryly and said gently, "Young Master Xue, please don't be angry. We … all feel guilty about Grandmaster Chu's matter, but we also feel grateful. But just as you said, he's been imprisoned for ten years. If anything had happened to him, he would've long since … that's why you've waited for ten years. Why are you in such a hurry? Don't you think so? "
"Right? Go f * ck yourself! "
That person's eyes went wide. "How can you curse us?"
"Why shouldn't I curse you? My master didn't die because he wanted to save people like you … like you … "
He couldn't go on. His throat was choked with emotion. "I feel bad for him."
At this point, Xue Meng suddenly turned his head away. His shoulders were trembling as he held back his tears.
"We never said we wouldn't save Grandmaster Chu …"
"That's right. Everyone remembers Grandmaster Chu's kindness in their hearts. Young Master Xue, your words are really giving everyone an ungrateful label. We can't bear it."
"But then again, isn't Mo Ran also Grandmaster Chu's disciple?" Someone said softly, "If you ask me, as the master, he should take responsibility for his disciple's wrongdoings. As the saying goes, it's the father's fault if the son doesn't teach properly. This is something to be blamed for, so what's there to complain about? "
This was a bit harsh. Someone immediately stopped him. "What nonsense are you spouting? Watch your mouth! "
Then he turned his head and tried to persuade Xue Meng with a pleasant expression.
"Young Master Xue, don't be anxious …"
Xue Meng abruptly interrupted him. His eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. "How can I not be anxious? It's easy for you to say that, but that's my master! Mine! I haven't seen him for so many years! I don't know if he's dead or alive. I don't know how he's doing. Why do you think I'm standing here? "
He panted, his eyes red. "Do you think that if you wait like this, Mo Weiyu will come down the mountain and kneel in front of you and beg for mercy?"
"Young Master Xue …"
"Other than my master, I don't have anyone close to me in this world." Xue Meng broke free from the old monk's hold and said hoarsely, "If you don't go, I'll go by myself."
After saying this, he went up the mountain alone with his sword.
The cold and damp wind was mixed with thousands of leaves and thousands of voices. In the thick fog, it was like countless ghosts whispering in the forest.
Xue Meng walked to the top of the mountain alone. Mo Ran's majestic palace was lit with peaceful candlelight in the night. He suddenly saw three tombs erected in front of the Tower of Babel. When he walked closer, he saw that the first tomb was covered with grass. On the tombstone, the words "Tomb of Empress Qingzhen Chu Ji" were crookedly carved.
Opposite this "Steamed Empress" was the second tomb. It was a new tomb that had just been covered. On the tombstone, the words "Tomb of Empress Song" were carved.
"…"
If it was more than ten years ago, Xue Meng would have laughed out loud when he saw this absurd scene.
At that time, he and Mo Ran were under the same master. Mo Ran was the disciple who was the best at joking. Even though Xue Meng had long disliked him, he would still be amused by him from time to time.
He didn't know what the hell this "Steamed Empress" and "Empress Roasted Empress" meant. It was probably the tombstones that Great Scholar Mo set up for his two wives. The style was so similar to the words "tortoise", "quack" and "halberd". But why did he give his empresses these two posthumous names? He didn't know.
Xue Meng looked at the third tomb.
Under the night sky, the tomb was open. There was a coffin lying inside, but there was no one in the coffin. The tombstone was also dark.
In front of the tomb, there was a pot of Pear Blossom White, a bowl of cold Wontons in chili oil, and a few spicy side dishes. These were all Mo Ran's favorite dishes.
Xue Meng stared blankly for a while. Suddenly, he was shocked. Could it be that Mo Weiyu didn't want to resist and had already dug his own grave and decided to die?
Cold sweat dripped down.
He didn't believe it. Mo Ran was a person who always fought to the end. He never knew what exhaustion was, what giving up was. With his way of doing things, he would definitely fight to the death with the rebel army. How could he …
In these ten years, Mo Ran stood at the peak of power. What did he see and what happened?
No one knew.
Xue Meng turned around and disappeared into the night sky. He strode towards the brightly lit Wu Mountain Palace.
In the Wu Mountain Palace, Mo Ran's eyes were closed. His face was pale.
Xue Meng guessed correctly. He was determined to die. The tomb outside was dug for himself. Two hours ago, he used the Teleportation Technique to send away his servants. He took the poison himself. His cultivation was very high. The effect of the poison was very slow in his body. Because of this, the pain of his internal organs being eaten away was very clear.
With a creak, the door opened.
Mo Ran didn't raise his head. He only said hoarsely, "Xue Meng. It's you, right? You came? "
On the golden bricks in the palace, Xue Meng stood alone. His ponytail was scattered. His light armor flashed.
His former sect mates were reunited. Mo Ran didn't have any expression. He sat on the side with his chin propped up. His thin and thick eyelashes drooped down in front of his eyes.
Everyone said that he was a ferocious demon with three heads and six arms. But he was actually very good looking. The curve of his nose was gentle. His lips were thin and moist. He was born with a gentle and sweet appearance. Just by looking at his appearance, anyone would think that he was a good person.
Xue Meng saw his expression and knew that he had taken the poison. He didn't know what to feel. He wanted to say something but stopped. In the end, he clenched his fists and only asked, "Where's Shizun?"
"… … What?"
Xue Meng said sternly, "I'm asking you, where's Shizun!!! Yours, mine, where's our Shizun?! "
"Oh." Mo Ran snorted softly. Finally, he slowly opened his black eyes that were tinged with purple. Through the years, he looked at Xue Meng.
"Thinking about it, you and Shizun haven't seen each other in five years since we parted at Kunlun's Treading Snow Palace."
As Mo Ran said this, he smiled slightly.
"Xue Meng, do you miss him?"
"Don't talk nonsense! Give him back to me! "
Mo Ran looked at him calmly. He endured the throbbing pain in his stomach and leaned against the back of the Emperor's Throne with a mocking smile on his face.
His vision turned black, and he could almost clearly feel that his internal organs were twisting, dissolving, and turning into a foul bloody water.
Mo Ran said lazily, "Give him back to you? Stupid words. Why don't you use your brain? I have such a deep hatred for Shizun. How can I allow him to live in this world? "
"You —!" Xue Meng suddenly lost all color in his face. His eyes widened as he stepped back. "You can't … … you can't … …"
"I can't what?" Mo Ran chuckled. "Why don't you tell me? Why can't I?"
Xue Meng said with a trembling voice, "But he's yours … … He's your Shizun after all … … How can you do this!"
He looked up at Mo Ran, who was sitting high on the Emperor's Throne. There was Fuxi in the Heavenly Realm, Yama in the Underworld, and Mo Weiyu in the Human Realm.
But to Xue Meng, even if Mo Ran became the Emperor of the Human Realm, he shouldn't have become like this.
Xue Meng was trembling all over. He was so angry that tears rolled down his face. "Mo Weiyu, are you still human? He used to … … "
Mo Ran looked up indifferently. "What did he do?"
Xue Meng said with a trembling voice, "You should know how he used to treat you … …"
Mo Ran suddenly smiled. "Are you reminding me that he used to beat me black and blue and made me kneel in front of everyone to admit my guilt? Or are you reminding me that he used to stand in front of me for you, for someone unrelated to him, stopping my good deeds time and time again, ruining my great cause? "
Xue Meng shook his head in pain. "… …"
No, Mo Ran.
Think about it carefully. Let go of your ferocious hatred. Turn back and look.
He used to train you in martial arts and protect you.
He used to teach you how to read and write. He used to teach you how to paint.
He used to learn how to cook for you. He was so clumsy that his hands were full of injuries.
He used to … … he used to wait for you day and night. He waited alone from night to day … …
So many words were stuck in his throat. In the end, Xue Meng could only choke.
"He … … he has a bad temper and his words are unpleasant, but even I know that he treated you so well. Why did you … … how could you bear to … …"
Xue Meng raised his head. He held back too many tears, but his throat was blocked. He couldn't continue.
After a long pause, Mo Ran sighed softly. He said, "Yes."
"But Xue Meng. Do you know? "Mo Ran's voice sounded very tired." He used to kill the only person I loved. The only one. "
There was a long silence.
His stomach hurt like it was on fire. His flesh was torn into thousands of pieces.
"But, at least we were master and disciple. His corpse is in the Red Lotus Pavilion on the South Peak. It's very well preserved inside the lotus. It's like he's asleep. "Mo Ran took a deep breath and forced himself to be calm. When he said this, his face was expressionless. His fingers rested on the long red sandalwood table. His knuckles were pale and blue.
"His corpse is maintained by my spiritual energy. That's why it hasn't decomposed. If you miss him, don't waste your breath here. Go quickly while I'm still alive. "
There was a sweet taste in his throat. Mo Ran coughed a few times. When he opened his mouth again, his mouth was full of blood, but his gaze was relaxed.
He said hoarsely, "Go. Go see him. If you're too late, I'll die. Once my spiritual energy is cut off, he'll turn to ash. "
After saying this, he closed his eyes dejectedly. The poison attacked his heart, and he was tormented by the raging fire.
The pain was so heart-wrenching that even Xue Meng's sorrowful and twisted wails seemed so distant. It was as if they were separated by a vast ocean and came from the water.
Blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth. Mo Ran clenched his sleeves, his muscles spasming.
He opened his eyes vaguely. Xue Meng had already run far away. That kid's qinggong wasn't bad. From here to the South Peak, it wouldn't take him too much time.
He should be able to see Shizun's last face.
Mo Ran propped himself up and stood up shakily. His blood-stained fingers formed a seal and transported himself to the Tong Tian Tower at the peak of life and death.
It was late autumn. The begonia flowers were blooming beautifully.
He didn't know why he chose to end his evil life here. But he felt that the flowers were blooming so brilliantly. It was a beautiful grave.
He laid in the open coffin and looked up at the night flowers. He silently drifted.
Drifting into the coffin, drifting to his cheeks. Fluttering and drifting away like the past.
In this life, he went from being an illegitimate child who had nothing. After countless experiences, he became the only emperor in the human world.
He was extremely evil. His hands were stained with blood. He loved and hated, wanted and hated. In the end, there was nothing left.
In the end, he didn't write a single sentence on his tombstone with his words of 'Trust the Horses and Reins'. Whether it was the shameless "Emperor of the Ages" or the ridiculous "Steam", he didn't write anything. In the end, he didn't leave a word on the tombstone of the first emperor of the cultivation world.
The farce that had lasted for ten years finally came to an end.
After a few more hours, when the group of people held up their torches and entered the Emperor's palace like a fire snake, what awaited them was the empty Magi Mountain Palace, the empty Peak of Life and Death, and Xue Meng, who was crying numbly beside the Red Lotus Pavilion, lying on the ground beside the Red Lotus Pavilion.
There was also Mo Weiyu, whose body was already cold in front of the Tong Tian Tower.