"Master Zhao, Master Li, you all read the list text? The dark horse that broke out this time in Lingshan Conference is so amazing!"

In the Pearl Beach Teahouse, a few casual cultivators were wearing a plate of peanuts and a pot of hot tea. They were talking about the news that was hotter than this hot tea.

"Of course I've seen it a long time ago! The winner is the top of life and death. The sects in the lower world of cultivation have angered the old people in the upper world. Especially the Confucian Sect, Ouch, their ancestors' coffin boards are probably not suppressed! The winning little immortal is Xue Fenghuang, right?"

"Ah? Hahahaha, Xue Fenghuang? Old Zhao, you are really laughing at me. Fenghuanger is his nickname. His surname is Xue, his name is Meng, and his courtesy name is Ziming. He is Xue Zhengyong. The tiger father has no dog son. This Xue Ziming is very good at it!"

A tall man in a cloak sat next to the fire pit, drinking oil tea on his own. After hearing what they said, the man suddenly said "Hmm?" and the teacup stopped at his lips and did not move again.

"Everyone says he is the phoenix's chick, which is not empty. Other young masters have magical weapons. He is fine. A scimitar cuts off other people's retreat. It's really amazing."

"Then you don't even look at whose disciple he is? Can the disciples under Wanye Yuheng's sect be vegetarian?"

"But I think Xue Ziming is a narrow victory. Haven't you heard that when the two were facing each other, Xue Ziming and Nangong Si fought against each other. If it weren't for the girl Nangong Si's dragging her back, hehe, I'm going to tell me that the outcome is still unknown."

The man who had been listening to God heard this and finally put down the undrinkable teacup.

He turned around and his eyes were as sharp as lightning, and the autumn water dripped in frost, and he looked very naughty. He smiled at the monks and said, "I am disturbed by my fellow practitioners. I was practicing in the mountains a few days ago, but I didn't know the sun, moon, morning and evening, so I missed the Lingshan Conference. I just heard you accidentally say that Xue Meng has won the leader... I was a little curious, wondering if I could ask more questions?"

Those people were eager to have an audience, so they quickly greeted Mo Ran enthusiastically, made a seat for him, and let him sit with them.

Mo Ran was not rude. He is now much more stable than when he first went down the mountain. He asked the teahouse owner to add six pots of Lingshan Miaoyu, and then gave them candied dates, sour pork ribs, sweet cheese and cherries, snake galls and melon seeds to everyone. Then he smiled and said, "Xue Zi's prodigal son tomorrow, even if he doesn't have Shenwu, it's not too surprising to kill the first place. I just heard you just now that when the two were facing each other, Nangong Si of the Rufeng Sect brought a girl..."

There are men in this circle, and they are always happy to talk more about the girl, even though the girl is not theirs.

"Isn't it? It's really a beautiful village to bury heroic aspirations. Otherwise, it would be not certain whether Xue Ziming could gain the upper hand with Nangong Si's spell."

"This is interesting." It's different from the results in the previous life. In the Lingshan Conference in the previous life, Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si won the first place. Mo Ran originally thought that it was Chu Wanning's death that stimulated Xue Meng and made the little phoenix start, but now it seems that the variables are not just about Xue Meng.

"I wonder what that girl is?"

"The girl's surname is Song, and her name is Tong... I don't remember it, but she looks very beautiful. I see that the young master from the Rufeng Sect completely kidnapped her."

"It's not just about being beautiful, it's simply a beautiful country. If I were Nangong Si, I would rather not be the number one in Lingshan than to make the beauty happy."

Mo Ran: "..."

It's true.

Lingshan Conference was divided into single-player competition, double-player competition, group killing and elimination, and three rankings were neutralized to achieve the final leader.

In his previous life, Xue Meng and Shi Mei formed a two-person match, fighting against Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi. Ye Wangxi was later the most powerful person in the world except Chu Wanning. The result of this game can be imagined. But in this life, there was something wrong. Nangong Si did not cooperate with Ye Wangxi, but instead brought Song Qiutong's woman to drag her back...

Mo Ran put down the teacup and raised his hand to rub his forehead.

I really don't know what that guy thought.

"Woman, woman, even Nangong Si's wild horse is punished and obeyed?" Someone sighed, and everyone else burst into laughter.

Mo Ran couldn't help asking, "Where is Ye Wangxi?"

"What?"

Mo Ran said: "Ye Wangxi."

Seeing everyone in a daze, Mo Ran felt a little uncomfortable. That was the God of War who gave him so much pain in his previous life... How could you not know?

So he gestured and said, "It's another young man from the Rufeng Sect. He has long legs, high-ranking people, a good temper, doesn't like to talk much, uses a sword, and..." Seeing everyone's dull expression, Mo Ran sighed. He had already vaguely known the result, but he still finished the last few words.

"And a bow."

"have no idea."

"No fame, this person."

"Brother, who did you hear me? Sixteen disciples from Rufeng Sect came out to fight at the Lingshan Conference, and none of them had the surname Ye."

As expected, Ye Wangxi did not participate in the war in this life.

Mo Ran was silent for a moment, and thought of Ye Wangxi saying to Nangong Si in the restaurant, "You come back, I'll leave." He suddenly felt a little unbearable and a little uneasy.

Isn't this true?

Ye Wangxi, has he really left the Confucian style sect?

Thinking of his previous life, Ye Wangxi told the executioner before his death that he wanted to be buried in the tomb of the heroes of the Rufeng Sect after his death and be with Nangong Si's tomb. Mo Ran couldn't help but sigh, how could things turn out like this? A little bit of subtle changes have spread into infinite ripples.

Then the sky turned over and the sea turned into mulberry fields.

It turns out that the changes in fate can surging. You need to sacrifice hot blood and painful tears to change the prodigal son to turn back and let go of his past grudges.

For example, he was to Chu Wanning.

But the changes in fate can be silent, such as Ye Wangxi to Nangong Si.

Maybe it was just that day in the inn, Nangong Si took Ye Wangxi and the others to settle down. At night, Nangong Si was thirsty and got up and went downstairs to ask for a pot of tea. He happened to meet the pitiful Song Qiutong.

Maybe Song Qiutong poured him a glass of water, or maybe she had difficulty legs and feet, and she accidentally fell down when she went upstairs. Who knows?

Even, maybe it was just that he was reckless in drinking water and dripping into his broad chest. She carefully handed him a handkerchief.

At that time, the wind was calm, so Nangong Si just said thank you briefly.

But none of them knew that in fact, the market and businessmen were in a state of success and Beidou rotation, their lives changed with a handkerchief, a glass of water, and a thank you. But no one of the parties involved heard the loud noise of fate:

Nangong Si yawned upstairs.

Song Qiutong stood up and looked at him.

Ye Wangxi, while he was picking up candlelight in the room, reading a book that he had not finished.

Mo Ran didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was rich in his previous life, thinking that he had understood the cycle of life and death.

Now I know that they are all duckweeds in the world, blowing away overnight and rain falling all night. If a stone is thrown on the shore, they can smash the green soul to pieces.

How lucky he was to be able to return to Chu Wanning when he was far away.

He can still be filial to his master and say to Chu Wanning: "I'm sorry, I'm letting you down."

After drinking tea, say goodbye to everyone.

It was windy outside and it was going to rain soon.

Mo Ran put on his cloak and walked into the vast forest of Zhenzhen.

His figure became more and more distant and more empty, and gradually became a small dot in the twilight, like the ink stains that were leaking in the inkstone pool, which eventually faded to the point of being invisible.

"Boom--!"

A thunder thunder burst out from the gloomy sky, purple lightning and green light, and a sudden rain was like thousands of troops coming one after another.

"It's raining." Someone in the teahouse stuck his head out to look, feeling the thunder was astonishing, and he shrank back.

"It's so rainy... It's really... the millet is drying at home, so no one will harvest it. I'm afraid it's going to be soaked."

"Forget it, boss lady, come another pot of tea. When the weather clears, go home."

Mo Ran ran rapidly in the rain, ran around in the rain, fled in the rain, and hid in the rain thirty-two years he spent in his previous life.

He didn't know if such a heavy rain could wash away his evil, Chu Wanning forgave him, but he himself didn't. He was so heavy that he was forced to breathe.

He is willing to use his second half of his life to do good deeds and repay them.

But the heavy rain for the rest of his life can really wash away the sins in his bones and the dirt in his blood?

He wished he could let the rain fall for five years.

I just want to wait until Chu Wanning wakes up and stand in front of the master, and be a little cleaner and cleaner.

He didn't expect that at that time, he would be as dirty as now, as dirty as mud, as dust, as dirt on the soles of the soles of the beggar's armor.

He just wanted to do better and better before Chu Wanning woke up.

In this way, the worst disciple in the world may be able to call the best and best master in the world with some weak courage.

That night, Mo Ran fell ill.

His body has always been strong and strong. Once such a person gets sick, he will often be as strong as a mountain collapse and will be out of control.

He lay on the bed, covered with a thick quilt and fell asleep. At night, he dreamed of what happened in his previous life, how he tortured Chu Wanning in his previous life, dreamed of Chu Wanning struggling under him, and Chu Wanning died in his arms. He woke up from his sleep, and there was a sad wind and rain outside. He groped for the flint to light a candle, but no matter how he hit it, the flint would not light up.

He threw the fire knife and flint aside like arriving, buried his face in his palm and rubbed it hard. He grabbed his hair in pain, rolled his Adam's apple, and his throat was filled with a beast-like sadness.

He escaped death and condemnation, but ultimately could not escape his heart.

He was very scared. Sometimes he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. Sometimes he would constantly confirm whether he was awake or asleep.

He was in pain and felt that his soul was split in two halves. The two souls were biting each other in the past and present life. One scolded the other why the other was bloody and crazy. The other was not willing to be outdone. He asked the other why he was fine and had the same face as he lived in this world.

The soul of this life is angrily denounced the soul of the previous life:

Mo Weiyu, Taxianjun, you are not a thing, why did you commit such a sin? How do you repay me for this life!

I want to start over, why are you struggling to get involved in dreams, drunk in the dim lights, and whenever I am caught off guard, I jump out and curse me with my twisted face?

I will never be reborn if I die, but I will be reborn if I am evil.

You curse all this as a dream, and one day it will break again. You curse me, I will wake up one day and find myself still lying in Wushan Hall. You laughed wildly and said that no one would cherish me in my life.

The only person who is willing to die for me was that I killed him.

But is that person me?!

No, it’s not me, it’s you, the Immortal Lord! It’s you Mo Weiyu!!
To be continued...