Article 324

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"I wonder who that girl is?"

"The girl's surname is Song, her name is Tong... I don't remember, but she is very good-looking. I think the young man from Rufeng Sect has completely captured his mental arithmetic."

"Not only is she beautiful, she is simply beautiful and fragrant. If I were Nangong Si, I would rather not be number one in Lingshan than make the beauty happy."

Mo Ran: "..."

it is as expected.

The Lingshan Conference is divided into single competition, double battle, and group elimination. The three rankings are neutralized to determine the final winner.

In the previous life, Xue Meng and Shi Mo formed a two-person duel, and the opponents were Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi. And Ye Wangxi later became the most powerful person in the world except Chu Wanning. The result of this game can be imagined. But I don’t know what went wrong in this life. Nangong Si didn’t cooperate with Ye Wangxi. Instead, he brought that woman Song Qiutong to hold him back...

Mo Ran put down the tea cup and raised his hand to rub his forehead.

I really don't know what that guy was thinking.

"Women, women, even Nangong Si's wild horse, hasn't it been kept submissive?" Someone sighed, and the others laughed.

Mo Ran couldn't help but ask: "Where is Ye Wangxi?"

"What?"

Mo Ran said: "Ye Wangxi."

Seeing that everyone was at a loss, Mo Ran felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. That is the God of War who gave him a lot of suffering in his previous life... How could you not know this?

So he gestured and said: "He is another young master from the Rufeng Sect. He has long legs, is tall, has a good temper, doesn't talk much, uses a sword, and..." Look at everyone's dull expressions. , Mo Ran sighed. He already vaguely knew the result, but he still finished the last few words.

"And a bow."

"have no idea."

"This person has no reputation."

"Brother, who did you listen to? At the Lingshan Conference, the Rufeng Sect sent out sixteen disciples to fight, and none of them were named Ye."

Sure enough, in this life, Ye Wangxi did not participate in the war.

Mo Ran was silent for a moment, thinking of Ye Wangxi saying to Nangong Si in the restaurant: "You come back, I'll leave." He suddenly felt unbearable and uneasy.

This can't be true, can it?

Ye Wangxi, did he really leave the Rufeng Sect?

Thinking of his previous life, Ye Wangxi told the executioner before his death that he wanted to be buried in the Heroes' Tomb of Confucianism Gate, together with Nangong Si's tomb. The ink burned and couldn't help but sigh, how could things become like this? A little subtle change actually expanded into infinite ripples.

Then the world was turned upside down, and the vast sea turned into a mulberry field.

It turns out that the changes of fate can be turbulent, and it takes a sacrifice of hot blood and painful tears to turn back and let go of the past grudges.

For example, he is to Chu Wanning.

But the changes of fate can be silent, such as Ye Wangxi's encounter with Nangong Si.

Maybe it was just that day in the inn, Nangong Si took Ye Wangxi and the others to stay. At night, Nangong Si got thirsty, got up and went downstairs to ask for a pot of tea, and happened to meet the pitiful Song Qiutong.

Maybe it was Song Qiutong who poured him a glass of water, or maybe it was because her legs were inconvenient and she accidentally fell while going upstairs. Who knows.

Or maybe it was just that he drank recklessly and some of it dripped onto his broad chest. She carefully handed him a handkerchief.

At that time, the clouds were calm and the wind was light, and Nangong Si probably just said a simple thank you.

But none of them knew that in fact, their lives had changed dramatically with a handkerchief, a glass of water, and a thank you. Only the parties involved, no one heard the loud sound of fate:

Nangong Si yawned and went upstairs.

Song Qiutong stood slenderly and looked at him.

And Ye Wangxi lit the candle in the room and read an unfinished book.

In Mo Ran's previous life, he didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, thinking that he had a thorough understanding of the cycle of life and death.

Now I know that they are all duckweeds in the world, scattered by the wind and rain overnight. People on the shore can throw a stone and smash the blue soul into pieces.

How lucky he is to be able to return to Allen Chu after drifting far away.

I can still fulfill my filial piety in front of my master, and I can also say to Allen Chu: "I'm sorry, I failed you."

After drinking tea, we said goodbye to everyone.

The wind is blowing outside and it will rain soon.

Mo Ran put on his cloak and walked into the deep forest of Zhenzhen.

His figure became increasingly distant and insubstantial, gradually turning into a small dot in the twilight, just like the ink stains spreading in the inkstone pool, and eventually became too faint to be seen.

"Boom--!"

There was a loud thunder in the gloomy sky, purple lightning and green light, and the showers came in droves like thousands of troops.

"It's raining." Someone in the teahouse stuck his head out to take a look. He felt that the power of the thunder was amazing, so he pulled back again.

"It's raining so heavily...it's really...the grains in the house are so dry that there is no one to harvest them. I'm afraid they will be ruined."

"Forget it, boss lady, let's have another pot of tea. When the weather clears, we can go home."

The ink burned in the rain, running in the rain, escaping in the rain, and hiding in the rain from the thirty-two years he spent absurdly in his previous life.

He didn't know if such a storm could wash away his evil. Chu Wanning forgave him, but he didn't. His mind is heavy, he wants to be beaten by himself

Got to be out of breath.

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