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The teacher wanted to say something more, but Mo Ran had already untied the string of the jade pendant and put it on his front.

"It's pretty good-looking." He said with a smile, raised his hand and patted Shi Mo's shoulder, "It's much more suitable for you than for me. I'm such a rough person, I'm afraid I'll lose everything in just two days. Got bumped."

"Ran'er is right. Although this jade pendant can be worn by everyone, it is most comfortable for people with water spirit core. Mei'er should keep it for herself."

Now that Mrs. Wang has spoken, Shi Mo naturally listened to her, nodded, and said to Mo Ran again: "Then take care of yourself."

"Don't worry, I will write to you often."

The farewell was imminent, and Shi Mo was a little sad, but when he heard what he said, he couldn't help but laugh: "Only Master can understand the words you write."

When it comes to Chu Wanning, Mo Ran doesn't know what it feels like in his heart.

The bone-gnawing hatred has dissipated, but the guilt is still there, as if the scar is scabbing, and the whole heart is painful and itchy.

With this mood in mind, he went down the mountain alone.

"one two three……"

He lowered his head and counted silently in his mind as he walked.

"One hundred one, one hundred two, one hundred three..."

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he couldn't help but turn around and look towards the mist-shrouded summit of life and death. The long stone steps were almost endless. He murmured: "Three thousand seven hundred and ninety-nine."

He walked and counted along the way.

This is the number of steps leading to the mountain gate. On that day, Chu Wanning climbed the steps carrying him on his back.

He felt that he would never forget Chu Wanning's hands in his life. They were cold, bloody, and damaged.

When a person does good or evil, it is often not his nature. Everyone is like a field. Some people are lucky. There are rice and wheat seedlings scattered among the ridges. In autumn, the harvest is abundant, the rice is fragrant and the wheat is fragrant. Everything is good and commendable.

But there are other fields that are not so lucky. The seeds of poppy flowers were sown in the soil. When the spring breeze blew, they gave birth to the sin of bliss, and the sky was covered with golden-red blood. People resented it, reviled it, and were afraid of it, and they all lived and died in its stench, rotting into dregs.

In the end, the righteous and benevolent people will gather together and throw a fire into the field. In the twisting and rising smoke, they will say that he is the gentle man of karma, that he is a fierce ghost and a demon, that he eats people without spitting out bones, and that he deserves to die. , no conscience.

He twitched and groaned in pain in the fire, and the poppies quickly curled up and turned into stinking earth.

But it was once a fertile farmland, and it also longed for rain and sunshine.

Who cast the first seed of darkness, and later the evil became a disaster and out of control.

This field was once gentle and brilliant, but it was set on fire and turned into ashes.

Abandoned.

No one wants it anymore, it's an old, abandoned piece of land.

So he never thought that someone would come into his life and give him another chance to plow the soil and start all over again.

Chu Wanning.

It would take five years for him to meet him again, and today was the first day in five years.

He suddenly realized that he had begun to miss Chu Wanning's face, stern, angry, gentle, solemn, and upright.

The ink burned slowly and closed its eyes.

He was thinking carefully about his past and present lives, and how many past events had disappeared. He gradually realized that the splitting of the ghost world was actually the biggest watershed in his life.

In his previous life, he loved someone deeply.

Later, the man donated his life and he went to hell.

In this life, there is another person who loves and protects him.

Later, the man donated his life and brought him back to the world.

Chapter 121 The Master is the Grandmaster

On the eighth day after Mo Ran left, Xue Zhengyong received his first letter.

The handwriting is crooked on Huanhua paper. I tried my best to straighten it out, but to no avail.

"Uncle, please don't miss me. I was at Fanhua Ferry today and everything is fine. There was a evil spirit here a few days ago, but fortunately there were no casualties. My nephew has taken care of the troublesome water ghosts. Now the boats at the ferry are very peaceful. The boss of the boat has been taken away Five hundred silver notes are enclosed with the letter. I ask my aunt and master how they are."

Day 120, letter 22.

"Uncle, don't miss it. My nephew recently got a top-quality spiritual stone by chance. If it is set on Xue Meng's Dragon City scimitar, it can become an unparalleled weapon. Although it cannot be compared with Shenwu, it is also very rare. Ask aunt and master how they are."

One hundred and thirty days, twenty-four letters.

"Uncle, please don't miss me. My nephew has been practicing in the Snow Valley recently. It is cold all day long, and it is easy to produce strange flowers and trees. Among them, the frost snow lotus is the most rare. But unfortunately, there is a thousand-year-old ape demon guarding the flower field. When my nephew first came here, he had spiritual power. It's humble, I don't have deep skills, so I can't pick it. I have become very refined these days, and I was able to break through its defenses. I picked more than ten flowers and sent them back with the letter. I asked my aunt and master how they are."

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Along with the letter, there are often some toys, elixirs, wood and stones.

In addition to writing letters to Xue Zhengyong, Mo Ran would also write privately to Shi Mo. The content was probably about trivial matters such as seeing things from all over the world and asking for warmth and clothes.

The ink smeared on the paper, and there were still typos in the beginning. Later, although the words were not beautiful, they were horizontally and vertically, the structure gradually became more neat and mature, and there were fewer and fewer typos. .

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