Mo Ran understood what he was going to say, but he was upset at the moment and was unwilling to listen to Xue Zhengyong's revelation about his deceased father again, so he spoke: "I know. Uncle has cried here."

"Ah..." Xue Zhengyong was stunned, blinked slowly, and there was a deep mark on the tail end, "Is your aunt telling you?"

"Um."

Xue Zhengyong wiped his tears and took a deep breath: "Okay, okay, then you know, what my uncle wants to tell you is that if you feel uncomfortable, just cry. It doesn't matter. A man will have tears for the Lord, so it's not embarrassing."

But Mo Ran never shed tears. Perhaps because he had been through two lives, his heart was as hard as iron. Compared to the heart-wrenching moment when Shi Mei left, he was so calm now. He was so calm that he was even frightened by his numbness. He didn't know that he was so cold.

After drinking the wine, he sat wither for a while. Xue Zhengyong stood up. He didn't know if his legs were a little numb after kneeling for a long time, or if he drank too much, he seemed a little staggering.

He slapped Mo Ran's shoulder with his broad hand: "Although the sky crack is repaired, the person behind the scenes has not been found out yet. Maybe this matter has just passed, or maybe there will be a second battle soon. Ran'er, just go down the mountain to eat something, don't be hungry."

After he said that, he turned around and walked away.

It was night, and a waning moon was hanging high outside the Frost Sky Palace. Xue Zhengyong took half a pot of turbid wine, and his voice, like a broken gong, sang a short song in Shu.

"I worship my old friend half as a ghost, but I can have fun when I am drunk now. The horns are hidden under the osmanthus tree, and the faces are rotten and hairy. The sky light dreams are broken and the people are walking far away. I abandon my old body and my body are covered with turbid tears. I wish to increase my life with Duke Zhou, and I will give you the wine and return it again."

It was different from the previous life. It was not Shi Mei, but Chu Wanning, so Xue Zhengyong would have more feelings.

Mo Ran turned his back to the door opened by the Shuangtian Palace, and listened to the hoarse throat yelling. The man clanged, but said desolate. The song sounded like a vulture gradually moving away and was finally swallowed by the wind and snow.

The world is bright, the moon is tall, the man is slim, everything is washed away very lightly, and only one sentence is left, going back and forth.

"Give me abandoned me apart my turbid tears... Give me abandoned me apart my turbid tears..."

It took a long time before Mo Ran slowly walked down the Frost Sky Palace.

My uncle was right. Although the sky split was repaired, things might not have stopped. Chu Wanning is no longer here. If there is another fierce battle, he will be left to resist by himself.

When I arrived at Mengpo Hall, it was too late, and there was no one except the old woman who cooked midnight snacks.

Mo Ran asked for a bowl of small noodles, found a place near the corner to eat it slowly. The noodles were spicy and it was very warm to eat it. He looked up while he was eating it. In the misty heat, Mengpotang was dim and the image was blurred.

I was vaguely reminded that after Shi Mei died in his previous life, he was far more willful than he is now. He refused to leave for three days and three nights, and had never eaten.

Later, he was finally persuaded to leave the Frost Heaven Palace and go to eat something, but he saw Chu Wanning's busy back in the kitchen. The man was clumsy in rolling the dough, fillings, flour and water were placed on the table, and there were several neatly arranged rows of hand-coding.

"Clang".

The things on the table were swept away, and the tyrannical sound came through the rolling dust, making it difficult for Mo Ran to pick up his chopsticks and unable to swallow it.

At that time, he felt that Chu Wanning was mocking him and was trying to hurt him with malicious intentions.

But now I think about it, maybe Chu Wanning really just wanted to cook a bowl of hand for the dead Shi Mei at that time.

"What are you? You deserve what he used? You deserve the dishes he has cooked? Shi Mei is dead, are you satisfied? Do you have to force all your disciples to death and drive them crazy before you are willing to do so? Chu Wanning! No one in this world can make that bowl of handwriting anymore. No matter how imitated you, you can't be like him!"

Every word is heart-touched.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, he ate his noodles.

But how could he do it? Memories won't spare him lightly.

He recalled Chu Wanning's face more clearly than ever, without joy or sorrow, and he recalled every detail of that time more clearly than ever.

I remembered a slight tremor on my fingertips and a little flour shavings on my cheeks.

I remembered the plump and white hand rolling all over the ground.

I remembered Chu Wanning lowered his eyes, leaned over and slowly picked up the food that he could no longer eat, and then poured it out with his own hands.

Drop it out with your own hands.

There is still half a bowl of peas noodles left.

But Mo Ran could no longer eat it. He pushed the noodle bowl away and left the place that would drive him crazy as if he was running away. He ran wildly on the top of life and death, as if he wanted to leave these more than ten years of misunderstandings behind him, as if he wanted to recover these ridiculous years of time and catch up with the man who left Mengpotang alone back then.

Chase him and say something.

"I'm sorry, I hated you wrong."

Mo Ran ran in the dark night, running indiscriminately... But there was Chu Wanning's broken figure everywhere. The good and evil platform taught him to read and practice swords. The Naihe Bridge held an umbrella with him and walked with him. The Qingtian Palace was responsible for the pole and walked away alone.

He became more and more despair and helpless at night.

Suddenly, I ran to a cheerful place and suddenly felt the clouds clear and the fog cleared, and the bright moon hung high.

Mo Ran stopped gasping and gasped.

Tower of Heaven...

The place where he died in his previous life, the place where he first met Chu Wanning.

His heart was like a drum beat, and his eyes were full of chaos and soldiers. He was chased by the tide of past events and could not resist and could not dodge, and finally forced him to come here.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, when I first met you.

Mo Ran never ran away. He knew that he would never be able to escape from the sky. He was destined to owe Chu Wanning in his life.

He slowly walked up the steps and walked under the romantic crabapple tree. He stretched out his hand and stroked the dry boils, which were as hard as a cocoon in his heart.

It has been nearly three days since Chu Wanning died.

Mo Ran looked up and suddenly saw the flowers and trees gentle, vaguely as old as before. It was not until this time that an endless stream of sadness suddenly surged. He pressed his forehead against the trunk, and finally cried bitterly, tears falling like rain.

"Master, Master..." He murmured with sobs, and what he said repeatedly when he first met Chu Wanning, "You should do it, okay... You should do it..."

But things change, and before the Tower of Heaven, he is the only one left, no one cares about him, and no one will come again.

Although Mo Ran was a young man after his rebirth, his shell was the soul of the thirty-two-year-old immortal king. He had seen too much life and death and tasted all the sweet and sorrows of the world. Therefore, since his resurrection, the joys, anger, sorrows and joys in his heart were not so sincere and vivid, and it always seemed like a layer of mask was covered.

But at this moment, such confusion and pain suddenly appeared on his face, naked, tender, pure, and immature.

Only at this moment did he truly look like an ordinary boy who had lost his master, like an abandoned child, like a lonely dog ​​who had lost his home and could never find his way back.

He said, please do your best.

You'll do me...

But, after all, the only one who responded to him was the swaying branches and leaves and the lush flowers.

But the person with handsome eyebrows and eyes under Haitang back then could not look up and look at him, even for the last time.

The author has something to say:

The big white cat who cheated the zombie: Thank you "Zhou Fanglisi" for throwing the grenade, "June", "I send the bright moon to lovesickness", "I am really troublesome to think of the name", "Mr. Fan soup", "Shuanghua's sword", "Jiayan", "Prison-breaking rabbit", "Wanning Xiaogongju", "Winter Song" throwing landmines~

Ergouzi: "qaq"

Ergouzi's program continued to collapse. Dabaimao glanced at him, sighed, and took the manuscript in his hand.

The big white cat who helped Ergouzi read the lines: Thank you "Jiujiu", "dawn", "Small trumpet 3", "Youran", "Waffle Unpredictable", "Religion", "Ruru", "Guru", "Zuzuo's Dakoko", "Shuanghua Yijian", "Jinnian", "Mu Xiu", "Northeast Big Bubble", "fabaceae", "My family has a big warm man", "mr.shimmer", "One 23 Si", "Zong Song", "Wind Bird", "Ancient Bird", "Qianye", "Phoenix", "Phenics", "Pervail", "Irrigation Nutritional Solution~~
Chapter completed!