Lonesome Moon Night.
The cultivators who escaped from Jiao Mountain were all treated by the disciples of the Medicine Sect. They pulled out the Heart Drilling Worms and bandaged their wounds. However, the dejected aura was hard to suppress, and the air was filled with the smell of death.
Xue Meng sat on the beach of Lin Ling Island. He put the Dragon City Scimitar on his leg and watched the tide rise and fall.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around, his eyes wide and full of hope. But when he saw who it was, he was immediately disappointed. He turned his gaze back to the vast sea.
Mei Hanxue sat down beside him.
"Your father received a message and went back to the Peak of Life and Death. He left in a hurry and told me to come tell you. "
"… …"
"Your father and you don't seem to be in a good mood."
"If you know, then get lost."
Mei Hanxue didn't get lost. He threw him a sheepskin bottle. "Want to drink?"
Xue Meng turned around angrily like a hedgehog. "Drink my ass! I'm not that depraved! "
Mei Hanxue smiled. His golden hair was especially gentle in the sea breeze. His eyes were like pale jade, but also like two pools of green water with fallen flowers.
"It's just drinking. How is that depraved?" Mei Hanxue raised his hand and stroked his hair. He tied a silver bell on his wrist. "I heard that the Peak of Life and Death doesn't allow people to drink, but it's okay to get drunk."
"… …"
"I heard that Chu Xian Jun loved Li Hua Bai. You're his disciple. How can you not learn half of his tolerance?"
Xue Meng glared at him. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to curse, but in the end, he didn't. He grabbed the wine bottle and took a big gulp.
"How heroic. This is the wine from Treading in Snow Palace. The taste is the most — "
"Pu!" Young Master Xue spat out half a mouthful of wine. His face turned green. "Cough cough cough cough cough!!!"
"… …" Mei Hanxue pursed his lips. He seemed a little surprised. "You can't drink?"
Xue Meng didn't want to lose face, so he pushed away the hand that was trying to take back the wineskin. He raised his head and took another big gulp. This time, it was even bigger. After swallowing, he turned his head and spat it out with a "wah" sound.
Mei Hanxue was at a loss: "I don't know, you Forget it, don't drink."
"Scram!"
"Give me the wine jug."
"Scram!" Xue Meng anxiously bit whoever provoked him. He angrily glared at Mei Hanxue. "If you tell me to drink, I'll drink. If you tell me to stop, I'll stop. Where's my face? Am I shameless? "
As he spoke, he forcefully slapped his own cheeks. He was already a little drunk.
There was a rumor at the peak of life and death: Grandmaster Chu would not get drunk even after a thousand cups, but Young Master Xue would be knocked out with one cup.
Mei Hanxue was not a person at the pinnacle of life and death. Naturally, she did not know this sentence. Even if she knew, she would not have drunk him with strong wine.
After Xue Meng finished vomiting, he held the wineskin and drank again. This time, he gulped down four or five mouthfuls before gasping for breath. Then, his expression became even more unsightly.
Mei Hanxue immediately took back the wineskin and frowned. "Don't drink anymore. Go back and rest. You've been blowing the sea breeze alone for a long time."
But Xue Meng stubbornly said, "I want to wait for someone to come back."
"..."
"I …" I … "Xue Meng stared straight at him. After staring for a while, he suddenly burst into tears," You don't understand, you don't understand, I'm waiting for my brother, I'm waiting for my master, I'm waiting for Shi Mei … Do you know? Four people, one less is not right, one less is not the same … "
Mei Hanxue knew how to comfort women.
It was nothing more than taking over and saying a few personal words. Under the moonlight, Xu Zhihai swore an oath of allegiance.
But he had never comforted a man.
Xue Meng did not need to be comforted. He had just held it in for a long time. When the alcohol came up, it finally broke the dam. He just wanted to vent.
"Four people, I'm the only one left. Now, I'm the only one left — — I feel terrible. Damn, do you understand?! "
Mei Hanxue sighed and said, "I understand."
"You're a liar. You understand ghosts." Xue Meng cried. Suddenly, he buried his head and howled. He tightly hugged the Dragon City Saber, as if he was hugging the last piece of dead wood, a piece of floating grass.
The liar did not know how to persuade him, so he said, "Well, I don't understand."
"Heartless dog, why don't you understand?!" There was no reason to talk to a drunkard. Xue Meng fiercely raised his face and fiercely glared at him. His eyes were full of tears, but his anger was overflowing. "What don't you understand? Isn't it easy to understand? "
He stretched out his fingers. "Four!"
He removed one, then another. When he removed the third finger, he broke down again. It was as if the third finger was his tear gland. Xue Meng said, "There's only one left. I'm the only one left. Do you understand? "
Mei Hanxue: "… …"
He did not want to be a liar, nor did he want to be a heartless dog. So, whether he understood or not, he could not answer. He simply did not speak.
Xue Meng stared at him for a long time, then turned his head. "Retch — —!!!!"
He was the most romantic Young Master Mei. In the past, other people would stare at his face and become infatuated. This was the first person who stared at him for a while and actually vomited.
Mei Hanxue had a slight headache. "What's wrong with you? When you were young, I gave you Houttuynia Cordata to eat, and you vomited. When you grew up, I gave you Kunlun wine to drink, and you vomited. You're really harder to please than girls. "
He looked at the person who was leaning over and vomiting until the sky was dark and he couldn't even breathe. His light blue eyes were full of helplessness. "Well, you're done scolding. You're done vomiting. Go back and rest. Your brother, your master, and your friends won't like to see you like this. "
As he spoke, he got up to support Xue Meng.
Xue Meng was probably a little weak after vomiting. His footsteps were wobbly, and he no longer tried to break free from the arms that were supporting him.
Mei Hanxue took him across the long coast, through the back door of Lonemoon's night, ready to send him into the house to rest.
But before he entered the hall, Mei Hanxue instantly felt a strong killing intent in the air.
He suddenly reined in Xue Meng, and the two immediately hid behind the corridor. Xue Meng was caught off guard. "Oh," but Mei Hanxue tightly covered his mouth.
"Don't say anything."
"Hand... Hand away... I... Want to vomit..." He could barely hear the humming.
Mei Hanxue said, "Swallow it."
Xue Meng: "..."
Afraid that this drunkard would stir up some trouble, Mei Hanxue raised her hand and tapped Xue Meng's lips, casting a spell of silence. Then, she turned her face, her eyes turning, looking into the flower pavilion.
The scene in front of him shocked him.
— — Mo Ran?!
At this time, most of the sect masters and elders had already returned to their respective sects. Jiao Mountain had a shocking change, and they urgently needed to strengthen the boundaries of their territories.
But Lonemoon's night still left many injured cultivators. At this time, they were all gathered in the hall, staring at the man standing in the middle of the hall in horror.
"Tsk, tsk." Mo Ran was wearing a black and gold cloak that reached the ground. He narrowed his eyes and looked around. "Look at these familiar faces. I didn't expect to see you all standing here alive after so many years."
Someone mustered up the courage to shout at him, "Mo Weiyu! Why did you suddenly go crazy?! Have you been possessed by a nightmare?! "
"Crazy?" Mo Ran's thin lips moved slightly, and he laughed coldly. "Speaking to this seat like this, the one who has gone crazy is you."
After he finished speaking, everyone saw a flash of black light. That person stood in place, and blood spurted out from his chest, straight to the top of the sky.
"Kill, kill!"
"Mo Ran, what did you do?!"
Someone shouted at the top of his lungs, "Quick, go find Sect Master Jiang! Go find Sect Master Jiang! "
"Oh?" Mo Ran slowly raised his eyes. "Sect Master Jiang, Jiang Xi?"
"..."
"This person's skills are not bad. Among the people this seat has killed, there's no problem in ranking in the top ten."
"What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Mei Hanxue also felt that something was wrong. This was not the Grandmaster Mo she had seen before. This man was full of resentment, and there was a murderous aura all over his body.
But no matter how she looked at him, he looked exactly like Mo Ran, and his voice was exactly the same. Who could completely replicate another person's appearance and voice in such a short time?
In the parlor, there was an elder who said, "Grandmaster Mo, I'm afraid you have been cursed by the demon dragon of Jiao Mountain. Sit down first, this old man will take your pulse …"
He was interrupted before he could finish.
"What do you mean?" Mo Ran narrowed his eyes. "Old man, are you beating around the bush, calling this seat sick?"
The elder: "…"
"Since you want to treat the illness so much, this seat will help you. There are no patients in the world, and a doctor will starve to death. This seat understands this principle. "As he spoke, a black shadow plundered the parlor, and in an instant, there were screams and blood splattered everywhere.
When Mo Ran brushed his black robe and calmly returned to the center of the hall, standing on the dark red Du Ruowen carpet, the entire hall was full of people who were missing arms and legs. Some people were even more miserable, having their hearts, livers, spleens, and stomachs pulled out and died suddenly.
Mo Ran looked at the elder who had fallen to the ground and said, "How is it? I sent so many patients to you for treatment, are you happy?"
"Mo … Mo Weiyu …"
"Congratulations on the opening of your business, and may you make a fortune." Mo Ran smiled, and then walked out of the group of corpses who were either rolling on the ground or dying with grievances. "Oh, right."
When he was in front of the hall, he turned his face and said to those people, "I almost forgot to say, the Upper Cultivation World has been waiting for death for hundreds of years. Remember to tell your Sect Masters — sooner or later, this seat will raze all the sects in the Upper Cultivation World to the ground."
A stubborn person said hoarsely, "Mo Ran, you have no guts! You only dare to come to the parlor to treat seriously injured cultivators, you're simply afraid of meeting the other Sect Masters! "
"Afraid of them?" Mo Ran narrowed his eyes. "Even if you join hands again and put pressure on the border with an army. As long as this seat doesn't want to die, which one of you can hurt this seat? "
"Mo Ran, are you crazy?! Are you and Hua Bi'nan in cahoots?! You, what do you want to do?! "
Mo Ran's dimples were deep, and his eyes were shining. After a while, he said slowly, "… You're asking me what I want?"
A strange light seemed to flash across his handsome face, and then he closed his eyes.
"Even I don't know what I want. In short, no one in this world can give it to me, and no one can make this seat happy. "He said indifferently," This seat has been walking the dead for so many years, I have no desires. But, if you have to ask one — "
A smile suddenly appeared on his face.
When he opened his eyes, his black pupils seemed to flash with a scarlet luster.
"I want to see you die."
Everyone was stunned. Mo Ran's eyes swept across those pale faces, and he couldn't help but laugh. "I haven't seen such an interesting scene in a long time. It's quite lively."
"Mo Ran … you're really crazy …"
"This is the second time you've said that." Suddenly, his smile tightened, and they heard an explosion! In the blink of an eye, Mo Ran had swept behind that person like lightning. He slammed his hand down, and in a split second, brain matter splattered everywhere!
"Ah —!"
Amidst the screams, Mo Ran faintly raised his handsome face that was splashed with blood, revealing a pair of extremely strange and beastly eyes. He swept through the scattered crowd like a sparrow.
"If this seat doesn't go crazy, I'm afraid I'll ruin your good intentions."
The skull of the person he called "your excellency" was shattered, and blood flowed all over his face. Mo Ran was too lazy to even look at him, as if he was eating an ordinary meal. He calmly and coldly looked at the crowd.
"Alright, I've killed enough idiots today." The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a smile, and he casually pushed the corpse aside. "People, it's boring to kill all at once. When the time comes, this seat will feel lonely. I'll let you live for a few days. "
After a pause, he continued, "When my hands are itchy, I'll crush your head and play with it."
Amidst the bloodstains, he leisurely strolled out of the hall. When he reached the door, he glanced sideways. "Before that, remember to keep your heads."
Finished speaking, he laughed heartily, wrapped himself in a cloak, and suddenly swept over the eaves. His figure quickly disappeared behind the arch.
Three days later.
In the stone room of Dragon Blood Mountain, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were still unconscious due to the effects of the spell. But that incense burner suddenly crackled, and black smoke and blood gushed out from within. Immediately after, an ear-piercing scream rang out, echoing in the cave.
Mo Ran abruptly opened his eyes, waking up with a start.
His heart no longer hurt, and there were no injuries. The mysterious thin smoke that connected him and Chu Wanning had also dissipated.
"Master!"
He immediately got up, but suddenly saw that a third person had entered the stone cave at some point.
That person stood in front of the stone table with his back to him, carefully examining the incense burner that was emitting a burnt smell. His figure was slender and handsome, indescribably good-looking. He opened the lid of the burner, and a slender white hand took out a thousand-petal flower, holding it in the palm of his hand to examine it.
"It's really completely destroyed," he said softly, and then used two fingers to crush the black flower into powder.
Immediately, a ray of white light rose from the ashes. That person looked at the white light with his hands behind his back, somewhat rejoicing. "Oh, fortunately, when I refined this flower, I also melted a piece of my own soul inside. If it wasn't for that piece of soul guiding me, it really wouldn't have been easy to find this cave in this vast world. "
That white light seemed to understand his words, and slowly coiled around that person, but its color became fainter and fainter, finally disappearing completely.
Mo Ran said hoarsely, "You are..."
Hearing the movement, that person put down the burner and sighed. "Awake?"
"Who are you?"
That person said lightly, "Who else do you think I am?"
His voice sounded very familiar, but Mo Ran had just woken up, and his consciousness was still a little groggy, as if he had a thousand year old dream, and actually didn't react for a while.
Who could this person be?
Hearing what he said just now, it seemed to be related to that mysterious black flower. Refining flowers and Gu was what Lonemoon was best at … Was it... Hua Bi'nan?
Thinking of Hua Bi'nan, he immediately thought of Shi Mei. Mo Ran suddenly felt a surge of hatred, but before he could speak, that person turned around.
The light in the stone cave was dim, but as that person turned around, the entire room was instantly filled with light. He was really very beautiful.
This person's long hair, which she was used to letting down, was tied up high at this moment. A fine embroidered scarf was placed neatly in front of her forehead. Her entire spirit and appearance were very different. Unexpectedly, there was not the slightest bit of delicate temperament. A pair of peach blossom eyes were flowing with emotions, bright and clear.
It was such a beauty, but Mo Ran was shocked as if thunder had struck him. Two words came out of his mouth, like a sharp arrow piercing through the dead silence.
"Shi Mei?!!"
The person who came was indeed Shi Mei... the person who came was actually Shi Mei!!
This peerlessly beautiful man stroked the stray hair on his temples and said lightly, "Mo Ran, why are you so surprised to see me?"
His blood rushed to his periosteum and his skull buzzed. Mo Ran's brain could not function at all. He could not guess why Shi Mei would suddenly appear here and why he had such a strange expression.
His whole body was frozen, and all kinds of words were stuck in his throat. In the end, he hesitated and said, "... Your eyes..."
"They're not injured." Shi Mei smiled and walked towards Mo Ran. "I came here to see the person I admire. If I were blind, blind, and ugly, who would like me?"
"..."
Mo Ran slowly regained his senses from his joking manner, and for a while, he couldn't say anything. His shock was like a black cloud pressing down on a city, and his mind went blank.
"You... how could it be you... where's Han Lin Divine Hand!!"
The anger in his heart suddenly surged like a flood.
At this moment, Mo Ran finally understood how Xue Meng felt in his previous life. There was nothing more painful than being betrayed and schemed against by an old friend.
"Where's Han Lin Divine Hand!!!"
"Oh, him." Shi Mei smiled. "The future is long, so there's no rush to explain."
As he said this, he walked forward step by step until he was right next to Mo Ran.
Shi Mei smiled. "Compared to Han Lin Divine Hand, after going through so many twists and turns, I'd rather have a heart-to-heart talk with the person I admire first."
Mo Ran was extremely angry and his heart was cold. His face became more and more ashen. "Between you and me, what else is there to talk about?"
That handsome and refined man lightly laughed. "Hmm?" The corners of his eyes were soft like the clouds as he stared at Mo Ran's face. "... Our temperaments are at odds with each other, so there really is nothing to talk about."
As he said this, he walked past Mo Ran until he was in front of Chu Wanning. Before Mo Ran could react, Shi Mei had already gently extended a slender hand and lowered his head to stroke Chu Wanning's cheek.
"..." Mo Ran's mind was blank, and he still didn't understand the meaning of this action.
Shi Mei gazed at Chu Wanning and spoke softly as if there was no one else present. "Shizun, that brute hurt you, right? How pitiful … But speaking of which, are you going to recover your memories? "
Shi Mei's scalp-like fingertips tapped the sleeping person's lower lip. He narrowed his eyes. His beauty was still there, but it was like he had drunk wine.
"It's good that you've recovered your memories. Even now, I still can't figure out why you did those things to me. Now that you're awake, we can exchange pointers. "
He paused for a moment, then smiled. "In my past life, you used all sorts of tricks and tricks to bully this disciple so miserably. If it were anyone else tormenting me like this, it wouldn't be enough even if they died a hundred times. But you went against me, so I still love you."
As he spoke, he glanced at Mo Ran, then leaned over to kiss Chu Wanning's cheek. He lowered his eyes and sighed. "Who told me to like you. My good Shizun."