He saw Mo Ran laughing at his mother when he was a child. He saw Duan Yihan touching Mo Ran's head and said, "You must repay your kindness, don't hold grudges."

He saw Mo Ran holding a box of pastries that Xue Meng gave him, and chewing them carefully, without wasting any crumbs.

He saw Mo Ran standing in front of the wine shop in Wuchang Town, wearing a new disciple's uniform, and presenting the broken silver hands in his pocket to the boss. Then he smiled a little shy and looked forward to it: "If you want a pot of good pear blossoms, can you bring a better wine pot? I want to give it to my master to try it."

All memories emerge one after another.

Those beautiful pasts that were once the warmest and clearest in Mo Ran’s heart—just like a lantern, flashing colorfully.

Mo Ran in the picture kept laughing, from his childhood of hunger and cold to those naive years before the Eight Deaths and Eternal Grudge Flowers broke out. But these memories are not many. Mo Ran had too few pure time in this life, and there were only a few days to indulge in laughter.

Chu Wanning looked at the pieces that flashed by quickly.

Then, everything settled down.

Because the two of them had been entangled with their souls for too long, at this moment, he could clearly feel that before the flower of Everlasting Regret was planted, Mo Ran liked him so much, respected him, attached to him, and loved him, even though he didn't like to laugh, he was even a little harsh when teaching magic.

But I just like it, I feel familiar and warm.

I think this cold master is actually a very good person in his bones.

Mo Ran actually liked him... He loved him enthusiastically and innocently at that early age.

The memories in front of him continued to flow, and Chu Wanning followed Mo Ran's memories and fell into a night when the white wind was clear. That night, the disciple's room at the top of life and death was lit with a lonely lamp. Mo Ran was sitting at the table, facing the spread of books, carefully sewing a white handkerchief in his hand.

After sewing a few lines, he pierced his fingertips clumsily, and blood dripped down on the cloth towel.

Mo Ran opened his eyes wide, then seemed very depressed, and sighed: "It's so difficult."

The white squid was scattered and threw it aside.

I took another new one and sewed it again.

The candlelight was not extinguished overnight, and countless veils were lost. Finally, my hands and feet became more flexible. Slowly, the light red petals bloomed, one petal, two petals...five petals.

Every petal is embroidered in detail, and every petal is embroidered in sincerity.

The boy clumsyly sewed a white veil, one stitch after another, and opened a begonia that was undefeated all year round.

He looked at the scarf with light in his eyes.

After the embroidery was completed, it was actually ugly and had a lot of unevenness. It was a newbie at first sight, but Mo Ran was overjoyed. He looked left and right excitedly, threw the scarf up, and the gentle handkerchief fell in the air and fell on his face.

Cover his face.

He laughed out loud under the veil and blew his breath. The begonia handkerchief raised its horns, revealing his gentle eyes below. He looked at the flowing light.

"He will definitely like this to the master."

The warmth in his heart was heavy, which was untolerable by the Gu flowers planted later and had to swallow.

"Every time I use a handkerchief, I will think of me."

Mo Ran put the handkerchief in his arms and thought in his heart that Chu Wanning would praise him and look happy, but he felt that the grass was growing and the birds were flying, and he couldn't help but feel that he could not suppress his happiness. That night, he ran to Chu Wanning's bedroom excitedly and found the man standing by the pond to watch the fish.

"It's not so good. How can I give you a gift to apprenticeship and come back?"

The wrinkled handkerchief and the temperature of the ink burn are indeed ugly. When you go to Wuchang Town, you can buy eight of the ten copper plates of the same style.

But I just think it's precious and don't want to return it.

So that became the first gift Mo Ran gave to Chu Wanning in his life. After being hit by the Gu curse, this memory or the scarf and handkerchief were forgotten by Mo Weiyu.

Chu Wanning was thin-faced and not good at speaking, and did not mention it specifically later. However, seeing that Mo Ran became more and more concerned about Shi Mei, and he was circling around the saddle and horse, and there were not a hundred or eighty things he had given, he became more and more silent, and he did not want Mo Ran to see this handkerchief easily anymore.

That was Mo Ran’s random gifts to him, and he cherished it himself.

He remembered...

The earth soul fusion brings past events. Chu Wanning slowly remembers such things one by one.

He stood up, more angry, anxious, sad, and painful than ever.

His hands were trembling, and he finally knew the truth and the whole story.

In fact, it is not just a wronged childhood.

It was not just because he was bewitched by the teacher.

Much more than that.

But these most important memories were suppressed by Shi Mei's spell. In twenty years and two lifetimes, no one knew what this matter was originally like.

Until today.

The truth, the truth...

These are the ultimate truth!

There was no one to stop Jiaoshan, and Chu Wanning didn't care about anything else. He ran from the foot of the mountain like crazy. He went to the nearest village and town and asked Mo Ran where he was.

"That Grandmaster Mo?" the villager said in a rough voice without knowing Chu Wanning's identity, "What a bullshit Grandmaster, he is a beast with different opinions."

Different from each other, beast...

sinner……

tyrant.

The eyes were dizzy, and Immortal Lord in the past was grinning at him, and Mo Weiyu in this life was lowering his eyes and smiling at him.

No.

This is not the truth.

Chu Wanning asked with a pale face: "Where is he?"

"Tianyin Pavilion." said the villager, "No one knows the upper and lower worlds of cultivation. Now, no one knows it. This person has committed a heinous crime and will be dug up the spirit core today and receive the punishment he deserves!"

Like a rock shattering, it makes the buzzing sound in the skull.

"When will the execution be executed?" Chu Wanning asked too eagerly, and his phoenix eyes flashed with a thrilling glory, which scared the villagers.

"Remember, I can't remember it very clearly, it seems... noon?"

Noon time... Noon time... He looked at the sundial beside the sundial, and his color suddenly changed!

The Dragon Talisman broke through the air, and the storm caused by the strong wind, Chu Wanning ordered the Paper Dragon to take him to the Qidi Land. At the beginning, the Paper Dragon wanted to quarrel with his master, but he was shocked to find that there was water vapor in Chu Wanning's eyes.

The little paper dragon was shocked: "...what's wrong with you?"

"help me."

I have never seen Chu Wanning look like this, but it didn't know what to do, and just said, "I have never been helping you-oh, don't cry."

Chu Wanning bit his back teeth, but he was already an empty air.

The truth was a borer, biting his spine.

"I didn't cry. I took me to Tianyin Pavilion. It would be too late if I was late!"

"What are you going to do there?"

"Save people." The trembling could not stop. He didn't want to cry, but he never wanted to cry, but the tears finally flowed down. Chu Wanning wiped his red eyes hard.

"Save a person who was wrongly convicted."

“…”

"If anyone in this world should be dug up the spirit core and be scolded by ten thousand people, it shouldn't be him." Chu Wanning said hoarsely, "I want to be wronged for him."

The paper dragon did not ask again. It carried him into a giant dragon that was magnificent through the sky, roaring through the sky, rushing into the sky, and the wind swayed in the hills. For a moment, the elders floated, the cold fog shattered, and soared in the wet sea of ​​clouds.

Chu Wanning sat next to its dragon horn.

A strong air flow brushed across his face, and the nine heavens were astonishingly cold, and the blood on his fingertips seemed to be frozen. He looked ahead, looking at the overlapping clouds, the mountains, the endless rivers, and all kinds of people in the world were like yesterday, sweeping past below.

In fact, from the moment he woke up, he was crazy, numb, and broken.

Only then did he slowly calm down and he was completely immersed in the sadness brought by the past. He curled up on the dragon, slowly curled up, and slowly buried his face in his palm.

The wind was very fast, and the rushing blew through my ears.

They want to examine Mo Ran, they want to cut off his heart and break his spiritual core—

If you are unforgivable, you will die if you are guilty.

No.

The wind is so loud that it is enough to cover up all the joys, angers, sorrows and sorrows of all mortals.

The sky is high and the clouds are wide, Chu Wanning finally burst into tears in the north wind. These two lifes... Whether it is the Immortal Lord or the Grandmaster Mo...

It is not supposed to be like this.

Mo Ran said something right.

The worship under the Tower of Heaven was wrong from the beginning.

The sun is getting higher and the copper pot outside the Tianyin Pavilion drips at a certain scale. The female official hit the clock and shouted: "It's noon--"

The elegant bird was startled.

"Execution!"
To be continued...