The two of them were talking about something interesting, and they had relaxed and bright smiles on each other's faces. Xue Meng even raised his hand to put a small goose yellow and white petal flower on his hair. When Shi Mei was picked up in a state of laughter, he laughed out loud.

"Ah, Master?"

It was too late to flash. When Xue Meng turned his head, he caught a glimpse of him. He was stunned at first, and then said happily: "It's rare that I can still see Master so late." As he said, he came forward.

Shi Mei also followed with a smile, and said gently and politely: "Ask Master."

Chu Wanning couldn't say anything for a moment. He wanted to agree calmly, but before he could speak, his eyes turned red. Fortunately, the night was very late, and there was enough darkness to cover him up.

Xue Meng was quite curious: "Where is Master going?"

"Sui..." His voice was hoarse, and he hurriedly stopped, coughed, and then said, "Let's go."

After a while, I couldn't help asking more questions.

"Where are you?"

"Shimei and I have just returned from Wuchang Town and bought a lot of delicious food." As soon as we mentioned this, Xue Meng seemed very happy, "There is a temple fair today, and it is very lively."

If it were Chu Wanning of this era, this conversation should have ended here.

Chu Wanning would not have too much interest in understanding what fun these young people have joined in, what food they have bought, and why they are so happy.

He was indifferent at that time, and was close to everyone, and he didn't like to take a look at other people's private affairs.

But Chu Wanning now thinks that whether it is Xue Meng or Shi Mei, every word, expression, or even every ray of light and shadow in their eyes is precious.

He wanted to take a few more glances and listen to a few more words.

This is something he can never get in his own world.

So he asked, "What did you buy?"

"Does Master want to see?" Xue Meng happily went to flip through his Qiankun bag and offered treasures, "Fruit elixir, pine nuts, osmanthus candy..."

He counted it all over the place, and suddenly held a handful of osmanthus candies, and all of them were given to Chu Wanning.

"If you buy too much, you will give it to your master."

Shi Mei also searched through his bags, but he didn't seem to buy a few things. He flipped over and over and over, but couldn't find anything to show off, and his ears became a little red.

“…”

Chu Wanning said, "No need to give it to me anymore." He picked up two or three candies and returned the rest to Xue Meng. Under the moonlight, his eyes were almost wet and gentle.

“It’s enough.”

He knew that the gate of life and death in time would be closed at any time. He had already overdrawn the power of Jiuge, so it was not easy to open it again. What's more, there was only one night of light over there, so he went back late, for fear that he would be noticed by the Immortal Lord.

Holding his nerves down, he asked, "Where is Mo Ran? Not with you?"

The two looked at each other, and Xue Meng said, "I didn't see him after lunch."

The junior sister also said, "He hasn't been with us much these days. Maybe he has something to do."

Chu Wanning then went to the disciple's room, but there was no one in the room, so he went to the temple fair to look for it, but he couldn't see it. Seeing that the time wasted, he became more and more anxious.

Frowning and thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly recalled something.

He thought of it.

Could Mo Ran have gone...

After thinking about it halfway, he didn't think about it anymore. The thought of rising like a flame made him feel uncomfortable. His face slowly calmed down and his knuckles couldn't help but pinch them.

——

He remembered a place where Mo Ran often went astray.

Half an hour later, Chu Wanning stood outside a red and purple carved wooden building with red lacquered plaque hanging on the building, and the four big characters "Xian Tao Huijun" were written on it.

This is the famous Liyuan Xiantao Tower nearby. At this time, the night was already deep, but the brilliant chapters of the flower building had just begun. There were tourists flowing in from both sides, mostly greasy men and cosmetics. Chu Wanning looked cold and had a straight back, and stood in the crowd and seemed out of place.

"Customer, please come in there."

"Let's take a look. Today's famous actors are playing the show. The famous actresses from Xiangtan are not inferior to Xun Feng back then, and their dances are not inferior to Duan Yihan in the past. Eighty-moneys are played, and ten words are added to the front row—"

At the door, the servant shouted at the top of his voice. A young man who was shaking a literati sling was passing by and mocked: "I'm so arrogant. What a famous actress, I dare to challenge Duan Xun and the two fairies of the past."

"That's right, eighty-liter games are as good as Xun Feng, and eight hundred gold is not enough for Xun Feng to have a play."

"This broken theater is cheating money again!" An updater passed by and scratched his armpit and laughed.

Chu Wanning couldn't understand, and he had a headache when he heard it. He simply raised his hand and lifted the curtain and entered the building. There were silk lamps and knots, making noise. Some were listening to operas, some were drunk, and some were floating in the charming and gentleness painted with rouge.

The actor's golden voice is vibrant, and the young man's jade skin is full of spring.

On the stage on the first floor, the imperial concubine was drunk and full of flowers. The actor's every move was soft and sad, and the audience behind him gave him endless sighs and touching.

"well!"

"Another part!!"

Chu Wanning was frowning by the pungent fragrance of powder, and her face was gloomy. She swept her eyes and walked around and saw the young man.

He thought, maybe he guessed the wrong place again?

At this time, the bust who was so busy that he couldn't take off his body noticed him, and he walked towards him like a colorful butterfly, grinning on his lips that were wiping out the vermilion red danxia, ​​and smilingly recruiting him:

"This young master, please sit down when you listen to the opera and look for the fun in the inner room."

Chu Wanning glanced at her: "Looking for someone."

"Looking for..." The brothel narrowed, his smile fell, and his eyes turned cold, "Looking for someone is your own way."

Chu Wanning sighed and took the ring around his waist down. It was the beautiful jade given to him by the Emperor of Immortality, and the tentacles were warm. He handed the jade to the brothel and repeated: "Look for someone."

The bustard took it and looked around and saw the colorful light, which made her eyes lit up.

She coughed lightly and put away the jade and smiled again, which was more plump than in front of her head: "Who are you looking for?"

"A young man who looks fifteen or sixteen years old." Chu Wanning said, "the surname is Mo."

The third floor is full of colorful carpets and elegant carvings. No wonder many people are willing to buy and get drunk all night, and they just have to throw the money into it. The actors and beautiful women make up a dream like poppy, and how many heroes can be transformed into bones. If the long night can be used like this and be sent by gentleness, who is willing to face the wounds of life and the pain of reality?

"It's this room." The brothel raised his long and narrow fingers dyed with cardamom and turned over the wooden sign carved on the door with the word "Rong Jiu".

She raised her eyes, looked at Chu Wanning thoughtfully, and thoughtfully said, "Young Master, don't be busy for now, wait for my family to call out Jiuer, and then ask your master to go to the house to talk to friends."

“…”

Even the madam could see how much he cared about him.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes: "I'm sorry."

She went in, and there seemed to be someone talking in the room, which was broken.

After a while, she came out again, and a young man followed her. Chu Wanning glanced at the man named Rong Jiu. The man named Rong Jiu still had a flush on his cheeks. He looked familiar from the side, as if he looked very much like someone.

Rong Jiu bowed to him quietly and left with the brothel.

Chu Wanning pushed the door and saw a red, purple-purple color that made people's scalp numb. There was no incense in the room, but there was a smell of wine. Mo Ran supported his cheeks and lay on the bedside, with his slender fingers still playing with the red ears tied on the small mud pot. The bed was also red and very messy. It would be best not to think about what had happened on it.

He walked over, like frost and snow, standing in this spring love that was incompatible with him.

"Well... Master is here?"

“…”

"Sit down and have a glass of wine? The pear blossoms are white, and the good wine. I must have never tasted it."

Chu Wanning said: "You are drunk."

Mo Ran smiled and saw the man in white walking to his bed. He was indeed drunk, and suddenly stretched out his hand and was bold enough to pull Chu Wanning's waist seal.

"It's okay if you're drunk. If you're drunk, you're not afraid of the earth. Come on, the long night is long, it's better to make a mess."

Chu Wanning didn't say anything anymore, but just lifted the young Mo Ran from the bed that was floating and beautiful like a sea of ​​desire, with the blue veins on his hand slightly raised. He was a man with a master's demeanor, and at this time he was still solemn, and only the trembling of his fingertips betrayed his heart.

He closed his eyes and whispered: "Mo Ran."

The drunken boy said "huh", still not sure, even with a heartless smile.

Chu Wanning said hoarsely: "I'm late."

He pressed his forehead against his fingers, and he felt extremely painful in an instant.

In this pain of tearing the flesh and blood, a magical martial arts appeared in the world, with crabapple flowers and trees rolled up, and a seven-stringed flowing light. A magical wood guqin.

Chu Wanning bit his back teeth and asked Shenwu to temporarily pass his strong spiritual power on him. This kind of spiritual power against the Immortal Emperor is simply a joke, but it is enough for him to cast many spells.

He pressed Mo Ran's forehead against him and closed his eyes.

Then he felt... Mo Ran's body did have the breath of the Eight Painful Eternal Hate Flower. He seemed to see a black double-petaled flower in front of him, rooted in the heart, buried deep along the blood vessels.

It is this flower of eternal regret.

It is the source of all sins.

Chu Wanning took a deep breath, recited the spell silently according to the ancient books, and then chanted word by word, almost yelling:

"Soul cut off!"

Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light suddenly floated from the bottom of his pupils.
To be continued...