Article 273

Please remember our website address and wish you all a happy reading! Don’t forget to spread the word.

"Why are you folding flowers for me?"

Mo Ran's face couldn't help but blush: "I, I, I don't know, just, I just think it looks pretty. I..."

He didn't say any more, but he felt vaguely surprised in his heart. It turned out that he still remembered the mood he felt when picking flowers for Chu Wanning so long ago?

Chu Wanning, who has lost the other two souls, is really gentle, just like a cat that has lost its nails, leaving only its docile and soft belly and round and full snow paw prints.

He touched Mo Ran's head and smiled: "How silly."

"...Hmm." Mo Ran's eyes suddenly became hot, he looked up at him and sniffed, "How silly."

"Don't do it again next time."

"I won't do it again next time."

Mo Ran thought for a while, recalling that after he gave up on himself in his previous life, he went around doing evil things, bullying men and dominating women, which made Chu Wanning very angry. In the end, the master was disheartened and threw him the sentence that he once hated. The verdict of his life was "poor character and difficult quality", and he felt a mixture of emotions in his heart. Said: "Master, I promise you that I will never let you down again. Do good things and don't do bad things."

He didn't read much, so he couldn't make many sonorous and powerful promises, but he only felt a surge of blood in his chest. The once simple and innocent soul when he was young seemed to have finally awakened from his deep sleep.

"Master, my disciple is stupid. It's only now that I realize how well you treat me."

With his eyes burning, he climbed up from the bed, knelt in front of Chu Wanning, and knelt down.

When he raised it again, the young man's eyebrows were solemn and solemn.

"From now on, Mo Ran will no longer teach you shame."

The two masters and apprentices had a long conversation, but most of the time it was Mo Ran who was talking. When he deliberately wanted to feel sorry for someone, he was actually very cute. Chu Wan'an listened quietly, shaking his head and smiling from time to time. Unconsciously, the fish belly gradually turned white outside the window, as if the thick Huizhou ink was diluted.

The long night will be central.

Master Huaisui stood by the stone bridge. The fast flowing river water splashed the hem of his monk's robes wet, but he didn't notice it and just waited calmly.

A rising sun slowly rises in the east, its rays of light penetrate the forest and leaves, and shine on the endlessly flowing yellow spring water. In an instant, the river turned golden, and the làng flowers were like the fine scales on a dragon's body. The waves were filled with brilliance and brilliant colors.

He is in a state of nothingness at this time, and only those who find Chu Wanning's remaining soul can see him. Both Shi Mo and Xue Meng have been here, but they did not see the old monk by the river. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, but the beads in his hand kept moving faster and faster.

"Wow——"

Suddenly, the rosary beads that had been coiled for countless rounds scattered, and the Xingyue Bodhi fell like rain, crackling and scattering all over the ground.

Guilty, he suddenly opened his eyes, pursed his lips, and lost all color.

Such a bad omen. He rubbed the broken thread of the beads with both hands, watching the beads in the river splash to the shore, and the beads on the shore rolling into the river... He was lost in thought for a long time, and his face gradually turned pale.

"Grandmaster!"

Suddenly someone called him like this.

"Grandmaster!!"

Excited, enthusiastic.

Huai Zui immediately followed the sound and saw Mo Ran carrying a soul-inducing lamp with a mixture of golden light and red light, flying from a distance.

The morning light was dazzling, but this young man's eyes were brighter than the first sun, as bright as crystal. He ran to Huai Zui, his cheeks were slightly red, he was panting slightly, but he couldn't help being excited.

"Found it." Mo Ran brushed away the broken hair on his forehead and held the lantern carrying Chu Wanning's soul tightly in his arms. "He is not unwilling to see me. He is...here." He pointed Pointing to the lamp in his arms, he seemed a little reluctant to part with it. He hesitated for a moment and wanted to hand the lamp to Huai Zui, but he took it back within a few inches of extending his hand.

Huaisui breathed a sigh of relief, looked him up and down, and said funnyly: "Since you found him, you can just hold him, you don't have to give him to me."

The ink burned and continued to hold it very carefully.

Huaisui picked up the cane leaning against the tree and tapped it gently into the river. A green bamboo raft with a white thread tied to its head appeared out of thin air on the shore.

"Without further ado, please ask the benefactor to come on board."

Everyone knows that the spring water at the top of life and death leads to the ghost world. However, because there is a barrier blocking it, it does not mean that one can successfully reach the ghost world by following the river.

Master Huaizui's bamboo raft was cast with a talisman, making it passable to yin and yang. Therefore, the boat traveled thousands of miles, and Mo Ran sat alone on it. Within half a day, he came to a waterfall.

Huangquan waterfall.

This waterfall faces the world at the top and Jiuyou at the bottom. It is actually boundless and vast. A roll of bead curtains flew down, water mist splashed, as thin as thin smoke.

Before Mo Ran took a closer look, the bamboo raft carried him straight towards the water curtain as huge as the prehistoric giant. Before he could react, in an instant, the powerful water column was like countless sharp knives that were about to tear apart the flesh and blood of the living person! breakdown!

"Master——!"

In times of crisis, Mo Ran only cares about the soul-inducing lamp in his heart. He tightly protects the soul lamp in his arms, letting the vortex swirl rapidly, and the sky is dark and the earth is dark, but he never lets go...

After an unknown amount of time, the deafening sound of the waterfall suddenly disappeared.

The torrential rain also suddenly stopped.

Mo Ran slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the soul-inducing lamp was safe and sound. When he looked up, he was shocked speechless by the sight in front of him.

The waterfall that traversed the two realms of yin and yang disappeared, and a bamboo raft floated on the vast and tranquil lake. The lake

It is dark blue, flowing with little starlight, and countless weak spirits are like schools of fish, swimming in and out of it. There are thick reeds on both sides of the bank, and reed flowers with hazy brilliance are floating in all directions.

[Tip]: If you think this article is good, please recommend it to more friends! Sharing is also a kind of enjoyment.