"I won't hide it from Shizun; I've already known about it since I was at Peach Blossom Springs."
He already knew about it in his previous life, but he couldn't tell Chu Wanning the truth about it. Mo Ran then laughed, "I heard Mei Hanxue and the people from Taxue Palace talking about her while we were on the road. At that time, I believed that Mei Hanxue was right.
"I am even more sure that Miss Ye is not a man."
"Why?"
"Didn't Shizun notice that she always wears clothes with her collar pulled up very high? "They are all the type that covers the neck. The style is very strange. It's one or two for an ordinary person, and that's one or two for her."
"… I didn't notice."
Mo Ran took his empty hand and gestured to Chu Wanning, "Everyone get to this position, it's about this size."
As he spoke, he inadvertently touched Chu Wanning's Adam's apple with his fingers. The slightly raised area felt very fragile, he couldn't help but linger there for a while. He thought, his master was so ruthless, so wild and untamed, but he would expose such a weak spot to his fingers and let him hold it. This feeling was too inciting.
He was in a daze and forgot to look at the road. The sword was swift and fierce, but it was too late when he heard Chu Wanning's "Careful!". The heavy sword collided squarely with a towering tree.
"Bam!" A loud sound rang out.
The only thing he could remember was to hold onto Chu Wanning's hand tightly. In his anxiety, he called out "Wanning", but everything happened too fast. The sound of trees breaking in his ears was so noisy that Chu Wanning didn't hear it clearly.
Chu Wanning nearly fainted with anger. What kind of sword was this?! Can't you just run on the roof? He had to be arrogant!
The two of them fell to the ground. Mo Ran was the first to hit the ground, and his back crashed into the rocky forest floor. Although it was unlikely he would be injured, the pain was certain. However, as he lay on his back and watched the stars twinkle through the branches, he suddenly felt very happy…
Haha, luckily the one who fell was him, not Chu Wanning.
He couldn't help but laugh. Even though Chu Wanning had hit his chest and caused him pain in his ribs, he still couldn't help but want to laugh. He narrowed his eyes and grinned, his dimples were deep and full of infatuation.
Chu Wanning looked up and saw him smiling like that. He was furious, "What are you laughing at?! Had you turned stupid?"
Mo Ran took the opportunity to hold him in his arms and press him against his chest. Although this was not the right time to do so, he still wanted to lift his hand to stroke Chu Wanning's hair.
He thought so, and so he did.
Chu Wanning was right, he must have turned into a fool.
"Shizun…"
He ruffled Chu Wanning's hair. The dark night seemed to give him a key, and the box that contained his private love was opened. The intimacy in his words could no longer be controlled, turning into a disaster.
His voice was deep, so hoarse it made Chu Wanning stiff at first, panic arising in his heart, and he hurriedly gathered his fierce dignity, "What? You can even throw your sword, you sure are capable."
Mo Ran sighed softly, and then caressed his hair. He cleared his throat and said with a bitter smile, "Shizun, it was my fault. Please get up from my body quickly."
Even though he was thinking to himself, he wanted Shizun to lie in his arms for a while longer.
However, such words obviously couldn't be said out loud.
With a darkened face, Chu Wanning got up quickly and helped Mo Ran up.
"How is it?" He asked stiffly, "Where is the injury?"
"I'm fine. I have rough skin and thick flesh, so I can withstand a fall."
Chu Wanning was about to say something when he realized that a withered flower was hanging on Mo Ran's head. It must have fallen off and landed on the top of his head. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Your head…"
"Am I hurt?"
Mo Ran raised his hand and touched it, but it was all right.
"No, it's blooming."
Chu Wanning picked the flowers off his head and passed them to him expressionlessly. Mo Ran was a bit embarrassed. He rubbed the back of his head in a rather reserved manner, and his smile was even more brilliant.
"…" Chu Wanning turned around and coughed lightly, "Since there's nothing wrong, then let's move on."
Mo Ran said, "Yu—"
"I won't." Chu Wanning looked back angrily, "qinggong!"
"… qinggong is qinggong." Mo Ran waved his hand, reluctantly putting the heavy sword back into his Qiankun bag.
However, the deeper they went into the forest, the denser the trees became. The speed at which they controlled the sword was not as fast as qinggong, and Chu Wanning's kung fu was good as well.
A cool breeze blew across his face, calming his heart, which had been unable to endure the agitation in his heart.
Chu Wanning's voice suddenly came from the front, his tone was calm as he asked carelessly, "There's a mole on Song Qiutong's leg, how would you know?"
Mo Ran was taken aback. He was caught off guard. With a "peng" sound, Mo-zongshi crashed into a pine tree once again.
Chu Wanning: "… Are you blind at night?"
"Oh, no. Sorry, I was a little distracted today."
Chu Wanning slightly frowned, then he seemed to have thought of something and flew into a rage, "Isn't the mole on Song Qiutong's leg making you lose your mind? The most important thing for cultivators is that they they have a pure heart and lack desire. When you peek at beauties, your heart will waver, so what else do you need?"
Mo Ran was speechless for a while and felt that what Chu Wanning said made sense. It was just that Chu Wanning had made a mistake. The beauty that he coveted was not Song Qiutong, but the man with a fierce temper who was roaring like a snow leopard.
He sighed and looked at Chu Wanning gently, "Shizun, I don't like Miss Song's looks. You think too much. There is a mole on her leg, and that's what I heard from the people from the Xuanyuan Pavilion Auction House. What I said is not what I saw with my own eyes, Shizun, don't be angry."
"What's there to be angry about? Fine, let me ask you, since Ye Wangxi is a woman, why doesn't Song Qiutong have any cinnabar in her hands? This should not be a coincidence."
"It's indeed not a coincidence. Shizun, do you still remember the bracelet that I gave to Song Qiutong?"
"Yes."
"There's a spell on that chain that I created. It took four days. It's not very good, but in a short period of time, as long as Song Qiutong wore that chain, it would be able to cover the cinnabar that was dropped by the Cold Scale Sacred Hand."
"…" Chu Wanning did not say anything, but his expression was rather unsightly.
He felt that Mo Ran was hiding something from him.
After all these years, Mo Ran had changed a lot. He had learnt seventy percent of his disposition to meddle in other people's business, but the so-called meddling in other people's business was like seeing injustice and helping out with all one's might. Having to go through so much trouble, even creating a small spell to expose one's true colors and prevent her from marrying into the Rufeng Sect of Wind was a bit too much.
Unless there was a huge conflict between Song Qiutong and Mo Ran, or Ye Wangxi had a huge relationship with Mo Ran, this fella would not do such a thing.
In the silence, Mo Ran could also feel Chu Wanning's emotions.
He flew a few feet behind Chu Wanning and said, "Shizun."
"What?" Chu Wanning replied indifferently.
What happened in his previous life was naturally unspeakable, but Mo Ran did not want to make Chu Wanning uncomfortable. He thought for a moment, then decided to tell him half of his true feelings, "Shizun, Ye Wangxi is a very good person. She spent a lot of money at the Xuanyuan Pavilion to save a woman she did not know, you should know."
"Yes."
"But, Shizun, I can really tell that Ye Wangxi likes Nangong Si."
"… Not bad, I can see that tonight."
"It's good that Shizun saw it. Since I already knew of Miss Ye's true identity, I have always understood her feelings. Besides, he had no idea that Ye Wangxi was a girl before Song Qiutong, so he was only respectful and had no evil intentions towards her. However, if she marries Nangong Si, then the Rufeng Sect will not keep this a secret from her anymore. With Song Qiutong's personality, she will definitely view the woman who loves Nangong Si as a thorn in her side."
Mo Ran paused for a moment. He thought of his previous life. Song Qiutong could feel the private love between him and Chu Wanning. With jealousy and hatred in her heart, she tore apart Chu Wanning's nails while he was not in the palace.
What would happen if a woman like this ever fell into her hands? The answer was obvious.
The evil that Song Qiutong had done was like pulling out a fingernail. It was not too outrageous. It was enough for her to hide behind other people's evil deeds. It was enough for her to stay alive behind other people's evil deeds.
In this world, doing good and doing evil were the same. One would fall from the heavens to the ground. The first smashed to death would be the most kind-hearted, such as Chu Xun, who would be pushed out by pairs of weakling hands to be a sacrifice. Kill the most vicious people first, such as Taxian-Jun, and the whole world would fight and kill tens of thousands.
However, if it weren't for the accumulation of evil and evil one after another, if it wasn't for those not-so-evil people slicing and scarring Mo Ran's body.
Then, in this world, will it really create the likes of Taxian-Jun Mo Weiyu?
"It's none of your business, aren't you afraid of asking for trouble?"
Mo Ran also knew that he had revealed too much power this time.
In this lifetime, even if the rise and fall of the Rufeng Sect had nothing to do with him, he still owed Ye Wangxi a life. Therefore, even if it would arouse suspicion, he would not hesitate to do so.
Not only did he want to make life better for the people he had mistreated in his previous life, he was still hoping that he would be able to atone for his sins.
"I'm afraid. But now that I know the truth, I want peace of mind."
Although Chu Wanning still felt that Mo Ran's actions were too rash, after hearing his words, he did not think too much about it. Just then, a strong sweet smell came from the wind, along with a strong aura of spirituality.
Before Chu Wanning could react, Mo Ran's color changed. He whispered, "Not good. It's a Zhenlong chess game!"
"In that direction."
The thick night sky was filled with a fishy smell. There were already ghosts crawling out from the crack in the sky. Five pillars of light shot up from the ground, one of them metal, wood, water, fire, earth, five of them were exactly the same as when Butterfly Town was shocked.
Chu Wanning's eyes turned cold as he said, "It's him."
Mo Ran naturally knew who he was talking about. Jincheng Lake, Peach Blossom Springs, Butterfly Town... He had stopped for five years, and now he had returned. It was the person who had been hiding behind the scenes all along, the one who had faked it!
However, there was a vague feeling in Mo Ran's heart. This chess game was completely different from the previous ones. It was done without any concealment or camouflage… That person seemed to feel that victory was within his grasp and that he was determined to win.
The birds in the forest were startled, flapping their wings and fleeing in all directions. Mo Ran sprinted forward, one in front and one behind.
When he got closer, he saw evil spirits rolling out from the cracks. Mo Ran muttered: "The Infinite Hells… The barrier to the Infinite Hells…"
This time, it was the same as five years ago in Butterfly Town, it was still the Infinite Hells!
Mo Ran turned his head around in panic and grabbed onto Chu Wanning's wrist, "Shizun, don't go over there!"
"… Don't be silly."
Mo Ran knew this was nonsense, but in his two lifetimes, he had seen the Heavenly Rift twice. The consequences of those two breakthroughs had been a nightmare. How could he not be worried now that he had seen it for the third time?
But what was the use of saying "you don't want to go"?
A person's nature was hard to change. Even if a person like Chu Wanning was given thousands or even tens of thousands of choices, he would never run away from disaster. Mo Ran stared at Chu Wanning, not knowing what to say.
Chu Wanning looked at him and said, "Don't worry, I will be cautious."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to call out Tianwen. Golden light gleamed around his slender frame, fireworks splashing everywhere.
Mo Ran stared at Chu Wanning's gaze for a long time, and finally sighed. A dazzling light shot out from his hand and grabbed onto the tip of his finger. The fiery red light and the golden light of Tianwen collided, and the two weapons met each other after a long time.
"… Alright, I understand. I won't advise you. Whatever Shizun wants to do, I will accompany you."
The resplendent light shone in their eyes. The bright red was burning the liquid gold, and the liquid gold was dyed a deep red.
"I'll go with Shizun."
Chu Wanning felt warm and helpless at the sight of Mo Ran's dazed appearance when he was about to fight alongside him. There were too many emotions in Mo Ran's eyes. It was as if he was no longer Shizun and disciple, but he was not sure what they were.
Thus, he raised his hand and poked Mo Ran's forehead, saying, "There's no reward."
Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, then he pulled down Chu Wanning's hand. When he held it in his palm, he tried his best not to kiss it. He smiled and said, "En, no, let's go."
Like a celestial shadow in the night, the holy weapon's light met with the golden red light and instantly reached the heart of the jungle.
Ganquan Lake.
Chu Wanning and Mo Ran hid in the orange grove and looked in that direction. The flow of spiritual energy that was supporting the lake was cut off. A thick layer of ice formed on the surface of the lake during the freezing night. Four formations were drawn around the lake, each with a weapon embedded within.
Chu Wanning said in a low voice, "Four holy weapons with different attributes?"
Mo Ran was stunned at first, but then he said, "The theft of his holy weapon during these five years is indeed related to him…"
"But back in Rainbow Butterfly Town, he was clearly using the heart of a living person, how come he suddenly changed the array?"
Mo Ran wanted to say something, but was stopped by Chu Wanning, "Silence, look over there."
Following his gaze, Mo Ran saw a group of close guards of the Rufeng Sect walking slowly on the surface of the lake in the distance, including the young cultivators who had come to hunt in the dense forest earlier. Their chests were pumping out a steady stream of spirit energy, converging towards different types of martial arts, and this strong and pure spirit energy caused the godly lights of the martial arts to continuously increase, shining through the heavens, and then tearing open a huge crack in the night sky, crazily biting open the opening of the Infernal Hell.
"What are they doing?"
"Looks like these guards have lost their minds. It seems like they were controlled by Zhenlong Chess." Chu Wanning frowned with a depressed look on his face. His gaze swept across the crowd and stopped abruptly. His face suddenly turned pale. Unusually, he tightly gripped Mo Ran's shoulder, his fingers trembling.
"…"
"What's wrong?" Mo Ran turned his head and a moment later, he saw a familiar figure walking amongst the crowd. He said in fear, "Xue Meng?!"