Chapter 207: Master, I want to tell you something

Mo Ran opens the door.

Not fully open, but a narrow slit, he sees Xue Meng bathed in sunlight, followed by Shi Mei in a green shirt.

Xue Meng said, "We've brought you some medicine for your injuries, why do you open the door and let us in?"

Mo Ran was silent for a moment, releasing his grip on the door frame. When they entered the house, Xue Meng went to the window, looked out to see the sunlight outside, then retreated and said, "You have a good view here, but there are some big camphor trees outside my room, so I can't see anything."

Mo Ran said distractedly, "If you like it, I'll swap it with you."

"No, I've put everything down, I was just saying that." Xue Meng waved his hand and walked over to the table, "Let Shi Mei give you some medicine, the cut on your shoulder from the vine should turn septic if you don't treat it."

Mo Ran's dark brown eyes looked at Xue Meng. If Xue Meng knew what happened in his past life and what kind of spirit was hidden under his cousin's shell, would he still smile at him like that and offer him medicine?

Xue Meng was a bit frightened by his stare and asked, "What's wrong? I have something on my face."

Mo Ran shook her head and took a seat at the table, dropping her eyes.

Shi Mei stood to one side and said to him, "Take off your shirt and I'll show you the wound."

Mo Ran's heart was pent up and he didn't think much of it, but he lifted his hand to untie his shirt and said, "Please."

Shi Mei shook her head and sighed, "You don't know how to pay more attention. Following your master, you don't learn from the good and learn from the bad, always running in the front of any danger, and always ending up with injuries all over yourself, which makes people feel bad."

As he spoke, he took the contents of the medicine chest out and carefully wiped Mo Ran's sores, applied medicine and wrapped gauze around them.

After all this, Shi Mei said, "Don't go into the water or move too much lately, the vine is poisoned and the wounds don't heal very easily. Also, hold out your hand so I can check your pulse."

Mo Ran then offered him his arm.

Shi Mei's ten fingers are as thin and white as soft jade, and she takes a moment to check her pulse, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

The look was fleeting, but Mo Ran caught it unawares: "What's wrong?"

Shi Mei looked back and said, "It's nothing."

"Very badly poisoned"

Shi Mei shook her head, hesitated for a moment and smiled faintly at him, "Just a little bit, remember to recuperate more or you will be left with problems."

He said, bowing his head to gather up his medicine chest and added, "I still have some wound medicine to sort out, so I'll leave you guys to talk."

The door closes behind him.

Xue Meng looked at where he had disappeared and frowned slightly, "I don't think he's in a good mood lately, he's weird, like he has something on his mind."

Mo Ran was not in a good mood either and said, "I guess my pulse revealed that I was dying, so I grieved for me."

"Blah blah blah, crow's mouth." Xue Meng glared at him, "How can you curse yourself like that, besides I'm serious with you, Shi Mei is always down these days."

Mo Ran, now a little more concerned, stopped what he was doing and asked, "Yes?"

"Yes." Xue Meng said with certainty, "I'm telling you, he was dazed several times before, and I called him two or three times before he responded. Do you think he could be"

"What is it."

"Fell in love with someone"

Mo Ran :""

If Xue Meng had told him this eight years ago, he would have been jealous and would have jumped up and down. But now he was surprised and tried to find some clues, but he found that he had paid so little attention to Shi Mei over the years that he could not find any.

"Don't ask me, I'm not the one who likes it anyway." Mo Ran said, pulling up her open lapels and putting her clothes back on, "Besides, what do you care so much about other people's feelings?"

Xue Meng then became a little embarrassed and coughed with a red face, "What do I care? I just said it off the top of my head."

He glared menacingly at Mo Ran, at the well-built guy getting dressed, and as he did so, he suddenly felt as if something wasn't quite right.

Looking more closely, his eyes fell on Mo Ran's tightly muscled chest and stopped

Mo Ran didn't care and said casually, "What's the point of staring at me and liking me?"

"" Xue Meng did not say anything.

Mo Ran still has that deadpan tone, "Stop looking, we're not going to make it."

Xue Meng now turned her head away, pretending to be calm and said, "Pooh, you're not thinking straight."

But his heart was beating like a drum. He saw a scarlet crystal pendant hanging around Mo Ran's neck, close to his body, that looked extremely familiar, he seemed to have seen one exactly like it somewhere. He couldn't remember for a moment, but his goose bumps suddenly rose for some reason, and his mind buzzed.

Where have I seen it before

Mo Ran gets dressed and suddenly notices a few potion stains on the table and asks Xue Meng: "Do you have a handkerchief?"

"Uh oh, there is." Xue Meng looked back, fished out a piece and handed it to him, "You never remember to bring one yourself."

"I'm not used to it."

Xue Meng said with a stern face, "Last time you said that your master was going to give you a piece of it, that's not how you brag."

Mo Ran remembered that he had once asked Chu Wanning to give him a begonia handkerchief, but Chu Wanning had forgotten or was lazy and had never given it to him. He coughed and said, "It's because I've been busy lately and my master is not free.

"A free master wouldn't just give it to you to do." Xue Meng laughed coldly, "I must have a share. Maybe that whoever that Nangong Si is, he's got a share."

When it comes to Nangong Si, Mo Ran's already bad mood is further clouded.

"Have you been to see him?"

"No, why would I go to see him." Xue Meng said, "He lives with Ye Wangxi, next to Jiang Xi, that old devil, and I'd rather be a hundred thousand miles away than go there."

Mo Ran nodded: "It's good to be there, Jiang Xi has a bad temper and many problems, but he's still a reasonable person, so he won't give them a hard time."

Xue Meng grumbled, "If that dog could understand, I would have taken his name and called him Jiang Meng instead of Xue Meng."

Mo Ran :""

Xue Meng has always had this ability to be noisy and cynical, and his mouth is always full of sarcasm. But perhaps it was also because of this noise that Mo Ran felt that there was something more human and warm in the house.

That horrible nightmare of a previous life has only finally faded a little.

Xue Meng said, "Speaking of which, the Master is not really thinking of taking Nangong Si as his disciple, is he?"

"In the past, the Master must have been reluctant." Mo Ran said, "but nowadays, it is you and I who cannot stop him."

Xue Meng was stunned: "Why?"

Mo Ran sighed, "Let me ask you, earlier Li Wuxin feared Nangong Si and was clearly an elder, yet he never dared to speak out against him, why"

"Because his father is the head of the number one sect in the Xianxia world, so what else is there to say?"

"Well then, let me ask you again, why do people like Huang Xiaoyue and those who can't even be named at all dare to bully him nowadays, and why"

"Because of a grievance"

Mo Ran was speechless for a moment, thinking that only Xue Meng could say such things.

He was suddenly envious, thinking that although Xue Meng was already in her twenties, she still sometimes thought like a child.

But for Mo Ran, he finds it a miracle that after twenty years of living, his eyes are still extremely clean when he looks at this red earth.

He looked at the miracle before him, then smiled bitterly and said

"Where do so many grievances come from."

" Confucianism School shakes up so much of Upper Fairy World "

"It was Xu Shuanglin who did that, how much could it have to do with Nangong Si?" Mo Ran said, "What's more, wasn't Nangong Si one of the most hurt by the secrets that were revealed when he learned that his mother was buried by his father's own hands? He was not the instigator, but a victim, a victim."

Xue Meng opened his mouth to say something, Mo Ran did not say anything and waited for him to say something, but Xue Meng just opened his mouth, opened it for half a day and then closed it resentfully.

He didn't know how to retort.

Half-heartedly, he asked reluctantly, "And what do you think it's because of"

"Firstly, it's fun to watch." Mo Ran said, "The Confucianism School is so exciting for everyone to watch. It's far more enjoyable to bully a fallen gentleman than a little barker.""

This is the same as Xue Meng in her previous life. What kind of ostracism did the Phoenix's brood suffer when they were in distress

Xue Meng doesn't know, but Mo Ran does.

No sect would take him in or work with him so as not to offend the Fairy Tramper emperor, and he travelled bitterly through the five lakes and the four corners of the world, pleading with sects large and small to join forces and overthrow Mo Ran's tyranny before he could do something even crazier.

It was the first year of Mo Ran's reign.

Xue Meng had been on the run for nine years, lobbying for nine years, but no one listened to him, and in the end the only person who was willing to give him a place to stay was Kunlun Snow Walk Palace, and the only person willing to help him was Mei Hanxue.

Mo Ran is grateful that Xue Meng will not have to suffer this humiliation in this life.

Xue Meng, oblivious, asked, "What about the second one?"

"The second one is the one who thinks he is doing it for God."

"What does that say?"

"Do you know what our divine heir, Tianyin Pavilion, does when dealing with felons in the Xianxia realm?"

"Hang for three days and three nights." Xue Meng muttered, "Why are you asking me this? It's not like you've never seen it before. When you first came to the top of the world, there was a felon to be executed, and father had to go there for a public trial, so you and I both went along and watched the execution. "

Mo Ran laughed and said half-heartedly, "I couldn't help it, it was the first time I had ever seen a raw dig for a spiritual core."

"What are you afraid of, it's not like anyone is going to come and dig up your spirit core."

Mo Ran said, "Things are hard to predict."

Xue Meng was a bit stunned and raised her hand to Mo Ran's forehead: "You don't have a fever either, why are you saying silly things?"

"Just dreaming about it, dreaming about a man whose sword stabbed him in the heart, a few inches off, and both heart and spirit core would have been destroyed."

"" Xue Meng was speechless and waved his hand, "Come on, although you are quite annoying, but at least you are my cousin, whoever wants to dig up your spirit core, I will be the first one to be unkind to him."

Mo Ran then smiles, his dark eyes are deep and dark, with light and shadow in them, light and shadow shifting, thoughts and thoughts.

Why did he mention the Xue Meng Tianyin Pavilion?

Perhaps Xue Meng didn't even notice, but those faces left a strong reflection in the mind of Mo Ran back then.

He remembers that the case was tried by a woman, in her twenties, very young.

A large crowd of people, men, women, old people, children, monks, civilians, everything, had gathered in front of the Tianyin Pavilion square, all of them tilting their heads and looking at the woman on the Xingtai platform who was entangled in the three magic weapons, the binding rope, the soul lock and the voodoo chain, whispering.

"If it isn't Madame Lin."

"You've only just married into a famous family, what crime did you commit that alerted the Tianyin Pavilion?"

"Don't you know yet that she set that fire in the Zhao house and she killed her husband"

"Ah," a few people around the room heard and drew a breath, and someone asked, "What did she do to deserve this? I heard that her husband was very good to her."

In the midst of the whispering, Lord Tianyin Pavilion stepped up to the stage, holding the scroll, and greeted the crowd before opening it without delay and beginning to read out the charges against the woman named Lin.

The charge was long and read for a little over half an hour.

The root of the matter is that this woman, surnamed Lin, is not at all the lady of the family that the Zhao family was originally going to marry. She was just a stand-in, a puppet wearing a human skin mask, approaching the Duke of Zhao for the real purpose of this murder caused by a private grievance, and the grand dame who was to marry into the Zhao family had long since become the ghost of this Lin girl's grievance under the knife.

"What a way to change a civet cat for a prince." The Tianyin Pavilion master concluded with a righteous comment, "However, the net of heaven is wide open, Miss Lin, it is time for you to tear off your false face and let everyone take a good look at your original appearance."

The human mask was removed in public and thrown to the ground like a snake's molt.

Beneath the loose hair of the woman on the stage, another pale, sultry face is revealed, held up by the chin of a disciple of the Tianyin Pavilion.

The stage immediately erupted in clamour, with some shouting, "What a vicious woman!"

"Killing an innocent Ms. Jin and destroying the Rong family because of his own personal vendetta."

"Shoot her."

"Poke out her eyes"

"Lynch her and cut her skin off inch by inch."

The crowd is made up of individual people, but they end up with an identical head, like a sluggish beast with a big tail, salivating, snarling and hissing.

This ugly creature thinks that it is a beast of prey, that it can represent the blue sky, the sun and the moon above, and the heaven and earth below, and that it is righteous and fair when it stands in the human world.

The screams from the stage grew louder and louder, scratching the eardrums of the young man Mo Ran, who was astonished by the anger of these people, as if the woman who had died in vain under the sword, or the gentleman Zhao who had never met him before, had now become their relatives, friends, sons and mistresses, and they could not wait to seek justice for their relatives, friends, sons and mistresses with their own hands, and to kill and tear alive the sinner named Lin.

Mo Ran's eyes widened in bewilderment and she stared blankly, "Isn't it Tianyin Pavilion who is supposed to decide convictions?"

Xue Zhengyong reassured him, "Mo Ran, don't be afraid, the Tianyin Pavilion made the decision. They are all just paying lip service, but in the end, the Tianyin Pavilion will decide on the conviction according to Shenwu's instructions. It will be fair and just, don't worry."

But things didn't go as Xue Zhengyong said they would, and the crowd's chants became more and more frantic and exaggerated.

"This bitch killed an innocent person, how can you let her die so easily? You are the fair judges of Xianxia, you must judge her properly and give her ten times the pain she deserves."

"First rip her mouth open, pull out her teeth one by one, and cut her tongue into a million strips"

"Rub mud on her body and tear it off when it's dry, with a layer of skin on it, then pour chili water all over her, it'll hurt her."

A pimp from the youth house even came to watch the fun, she knocked her melon seeds and then laughed delicately, "Oh, tear off her clothes, shouldn't this kind of person be naked? Stuff snakes and loaches into her bottom, get a hundred men to take turns to fuck her, that's what she deserves."

Do these people's anger really all stem from their own righteousness?

Mo Ran, who was sitting next to Xue Meng, was even more irritated and was shaking slightly. It was against the rules, but the Tianyin Pavilion people didn't have time to stop it, or they didn't even try to stop it.

"Uncle."

Mo Ran clutches the hem of Xue Zhengyong's shirt, he's shaking too much, he's shaking too much

"Good."

A roar of approval erupted from below as the heroes clapped their hands in delight.

"Well done for punishing evil and doing good again."

"Don't throw whoever throws." The disciples of the Tianyin Pavilion shouted twice from the stage and went with the crowd, throwing all sorts of things, leaves, stones, eggs, knives, and the men themselves cast a boundary and stood by and watched, not trying to stop them as long as they didn't kill her immediately.

The Tianyin Pavilion has always been heroic and will not cross the line with the masses who seek justice.

When Mo Ran remembered this, he felt so suffocated that he didn't want to think about it anymore. He closed his eyes and then opened them again.

"You will see, Xue Meng. If Nangong Si persists in his unwillingness to admit that he is his master's disciple, then he will have lost his barrier in the Xianxia realm once and for all. When Dragon Mountain is over, if they do bring Nangong Si to the Tianyin Pavilion for questioning, you will see exactly the same scene as you did then."

Xue Meng said, "But back then, at the Tianyin Pavilion trial, everyone was so angry, and it was only because the woman had killed someone, so"

"So the knife is in your hand and you can stab it any way you want, right?" Mo Ran's mood grew heavier and heavier, and there was the second half of the sentence that he didn't say.

There are many people in this world who, under the banner of "doing justice", are doing evil things, taking out all the bad things in their lives, the violence, the madness, the amazing fury in their chests, in such places.

After tea and a short chat, Xue Meng left as the sun was getting late.

Mo Ran went to the window and took out the Zhenlong chess piece that he had just put away in his sleeve and stared at it for a moment.

The wind had picked up, all the leaves were trembling, and so was the man at the window, who slowly raised his hand to cover his face. Nearly exhausted, he stood staring at the window pane for a long, long time before he turned away and walked deeper into the house, swallowed up by the darkness.

He sat in the darkened room for half a day, thinking about it, thinking that at the end of the day his whole being was broken and crumbling, he really didn't know what he should do, he felt that there were some things he should probably say, but saying them might also make it more messy, more out of control.

What to do

He doesn't know

The more he thought about it, the more upset and confused he became, the more apprehensive he became, the more painful he became.

He thought about the man behind the curtain who stood behind him.

He thought of the god-like worship and superstition that the Xianxia community holds for the Tianyin Pavilion.

He thought of the woman who had been interrogated, her legs bloody.

Mo Ran paced the room like a trapped beast, pacing it like a madman as the shadows of Fairy Tramper and Mo Zongo appeared back and forth across his handsome features, one devouring the other.

At last he couldn't help himself and he stood up.

Push the door and walk out.

It is late at night.

Chu Wanning was about to go to sleep when he heard a knock at the door. He opened the door and was slightly startled to see Mo Ran standing outside.

"What brings you here?"

Mo Ran just felt like he was going mad, driven mad by the catastrophe that was about to hit him at any moment. He mustered up the courage to speak up and explain the absurdity of it all. But when he saw Chu Wanning's face, his courage was reduced to dross, to mud and dust, to selfishness and weakness.

"Master," Mo Ran paused, his nasal voice slightly heavy, "I couldn't sleep. Can you come in and sit down?"

Chu Wanning moved out of the way and Mo Ran entered the room, closing the door behind him. Perhaps it was because his unease was so strong, so strong that even without saying a word, Chu Wanning could sense his inner agitation. He asks, "Is something wrong?"

Without uttering a word, Mo Ran watched him in silence for a moment, then suddenly went to the window and closed his hands together, shutting the only window door tightly.

"I" Mo Ran's voice was hoarse as he spoke, his heart suddenly rising to fuel that mad impulse, "I have something that I want to tell you."

"About Xu Shuanglin "

Mo Ran shakes his head, hesitates for a moment, nods again, then shakes his head again.

The light of the lamp and candle reflected in his eyes like a viper spitting its letters, a bright red tongue, twisted and coiled, the look on his face so confused and the light in his eyes so fragmented that Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment and lifted his hand to try to touch his face.

But no sooner had his fingertips touched his face than Mo Ran's eyes snapped shut, his eyelashes fluttering, the knot in his throat rolling as if he'd been stung by a scorpion, and he turned away and said, vaguely, "I'm sorry."

""

"Could you turn out the lights." Mo Ran said, "I can't say it when I see you."

Chu Wanning didn't know what was going on, but he had never seen Mo Ran like this before, and it made his hair stand on end, as if something destructive was about to fall and crush everyone standing underneath.

Chu Wanning did not speak again, but stood still for a moment, nodding his head. Mo Ran then walked over to the candlestick, where he stared at the flame for a moment before raising his hand and extinguishing the last bit of light.

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

But Mo Ran's party stared too long, and the vague image of a candle flame shifted before his eyes, from orange to multicoloured, from concrete to blurred.

He stood still, his back to Chu Wanning who, without prodding, waited for him to speak.