Chu Wanning was lying on the bed, his mind was dizzy, his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes very blurred.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the quarrel between the two people, as if it were Shi Mei and Mo Ran. Later, the quarrel disappeared, and there was only a whirring sound of wind in his ears.

Later, he seemed to be lying in the warm bedding room, and someone was talking to him. The broken sound seemed to be heard through the ocean. He couldn't hear it clearly, and only occasionally drifted in a few words, such as the previous life, and the master. He vaguely felt that this seemed to be the voice of Shi Mei, but he didn't have much strength to digest it. These sentences soon dissipated like the fog in the morning.

His memories are becoming complete and clear little by little. The memories of his previous life are like rain pouring into rivers and finally rushing to the sea.

The first thing he dreamed of was the deep corridor, the red lotus water pavilion built on the top of life and death. The corridor was covered with vines and flowers. When the wind blew, the fragrance fell, and the paper was filled with beauty.

He sat under the porch and was writing a letter in front of a stone table.

The letter cannot be sent out. The Emperor of the Immortals does not allow him to contact outsiders, nor does he allow him to raise pigeons or any animals. Even outside the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, countless forbidden spells were laid on the surface of the Red Lotus Water Pavilion.

But Chu Wanning still wrote.

Too lonely, one person, one world, you will probably have to live like this for the rest of your life.

It would be fake to say that it is not boring.

The letter was written to Xue Meng, but there was nothing much. It was just asking about the recent situation, whether it was safe, and asking about the sun and moon outside and how old friends were.

However, there are actually no old friends.

So a letter was slowly written for an afternoon, but there was not much content. At the end, I was a little confused and I was confused about the days when the three little apprentices were all around me. I once taught them to pick up their pens and write poems and paintings.

Xue Meng and Shi Mei learned very quickly, but Mo Ran was wrong to write a word three or four times, and they always had to teach him step by step.

What did you write at that time?

Chu Wanning was in a daze, and his pen and ink slowly spread out on rice paper.

He first wrote "The body is a Bodhi tree, and his heart is like a mirror platform", and then wrote "Life has no roots, floating like dust on the street", with each stroke and neat work.

Whether writing books or writing letters, his handwriting is always clear and correct, afraid that those who read books will not understand it, and also afraid that their disciples will follow him to learn it wrongly.

His handwriting is like his person, and his backbone is extremely arrogant.

He wrote "Where are old friends?" and wrote "The sea is wide and the mountains are far away."

Later, the wind blew the wisteria flowers and rested on the paper of washing flowers. He couldn't bear to brush it. Looking at the faint and magnificent purple, his pen gradually turned, and he wrote, "When I woke up from the dream, I saw the light rain in the world, the country still looked like the old gentleness."

Pingping Zeze.

May I be like a star and a moon, and the light flows brightly every night.

As I wrote, my eyes couldn't help but soften, as if I had returned to the quiet years of the past.

The wind blew, making the paper flutter. There was a paperweight that had never been pressed, and it was blown up. It was chaotic in the mottled and fragrant sunshine in the afternoon.

Chu Wanning put down his brush, sighed, and went to pick up the letters and poems from that place.

One by one, fell on the grass, by the stone steps, among the remaining flowers and among the dead leaves. He was about to pick up a piece of paper floating in the fragrance of the fallen flowers.

Suddenly, a slender and well-proportioned hand appeared in his vision, and before him, he picked up the page of paper.

"What are you writing?"

Chu Wanning was stunned and stood up. There was a tall and handsome man standing in front of him. It was Mo Weiyu, the emperor who had arrived in the water pavilion at some time.

Chu Wanning said: "...it's nothing."

Mo Ran was wearing a black golden robe, wearing a nine-stitch crown, and a dragon scale ring on his narrow and pale fingers. He obviously had just returned from the court. He glanced at Chu Wanning coldly, then shook the flower paper in his hand. After reading two paragraphs, his eyes narrowed: "Seeing the letter is like a meeting, showing the letter and the smile... "

After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes: "What does this mean?"

"Nothing interesting."

Chu Wanning said, wanting to get the letter back, but Mo Ran simply raised his hand to block it.

"No." He said, "What are you nervous?" After saying this, he looked down carefully again, glanced at him several times, and quietly said, "Oh. Written to Xue Meng?"

"It's written casually." Chu Wanning said unwilling to implicate others, "I don't plan to send it out."

Mo Ran sneered: "You don't have the ability to send it out either."

Chu Wanning had nothing to say to him, turned around and went back to the table to clean up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table. Unexpectedly, the immortal king followed him and spread his black and golden robe sleeves, holding down the piece of letter paper he was about to put away.

The phoenix eyes raised and faced the narrow-looking face of the immortal king.

“…”

Forget it, he will give it to him.

So he withdrew his hand and went to get another one, but Mo Ran held it down again.

In this way, he took one and Mo Ran stopped one. In the end, Chu Wanning finally became a little impatient. He didn't know what crazy this man was doing, so he raised his eyes and said gloomyly: "What do you want?"

"What does it mean to see the letter as if you meet, and to show the letter and relax your face?" Mo Ran looked at him with a deep look, and opened his thin lips lightly, "Say it."

The flowers and vine leaves were whirling, and the light and shadows were mottled. Chu Wanning couldn't help but think of Mo Ran, who had just joined his disciples. His smile and words were very gentle. He asked him with a respectful smile: "Master, your body is a Bodhi tree and your heart is like a mirror platform. What does this mean? Can Master teach me?"

Compared with the two, the aggressive attitude of the Immortal Lord at this moment made Chu Wanning feel ache in his heart. He suddenly lowered his head, stopped talking, and closed his eyes.

Without saying a word, Mo Ran began to gradually become gloomy. In this silence, he picked up the letter paper on the table and read it one by one. The more he looked back, his eyes became more and more dangerous. He murmured thoughtfully, a man who could call the year name "stop" was looking for chapters and sentences by the stone table, racking his brains.

At the end, his face was gloomy and he suddenly brushed the stack of letter paper on the ground.

He raised his eyes coldly.

"Chu Wanning, you miss him."

"……No."

He didn't want to get entangled with him, and he turned around and was about to leave, but after walking two steps, his sleeve was grabbed, and then his chin was strangled with a violent and fierce force. As he turned around, he was suddenly pushed onto the stone table.

Mo Ran's hand was so strong and so fierce that it was pinched the blue and purple marks on his cheek in a blink of an eye.

The sunlight shone through the vines and shone in Chu Wanning's eyes, which reflected the almost crazy and distorted face of the Emperor Stepping on the Immortal.

Handsome, pale.

Blazing.

The word "Step Immortal Lord" was ashamed, and the mute began to tear Chu Wanning's clothes. If there was any possibility of pushing it on the stone table, then there would obviously be nothing to come back to the earth when you started tearing the clothes. Chu Wanning almost shouted in a angrily manner: "Mo Weiyu——!"

The tone full of anger and disappointment did not extinguish the evil fire of Mo Qiang, but instead fell like hot oil, splashing with flames.

When he suddenly invaded, Chu Wanning felt only extreme pain.

He didn't want to touch Mo Ran's back, so he just grabbed the edge of the stone table with his backhand spasm and gasped in a low voice: "A bad beast..."

Mo Ran's eyes were covered with blood and energy. He did not judge the word "媚" but instead said sinisterly: "It's better if you don't explain. You shouldn't ask you again. You can't be considered my master now."

His movements were fierce and fierce, and he was just looking for his own pleasure and comfort, but Chu Wanning felt like a mustard of grass.

"What is Wanning now?" He almost gritted his teeth: "It's just a concubine, she's forbidden to take care of her legs... and then separate her legs."

While he was entangled, Mo Ran turned him over, and the paper and ink on the table were all chaotic, and the brush fell to the ground. Chu Wanning was pressed by him, with endless pain under him, and endless vastness in front of him.

He looked at the words and strokes.

The body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror platform...

Where is the old friend?

The sea is wide...the mountains are far away.

Words and sentences kill the heart.

In front of me, Mo Ran, who was a boy, was smiling at him, and the dark eyelids curtains were trembling gently, like black butterflies falling on them.

But his ears were filled with breathing from the immortal king, humiliating him and bullying him, and saying hoarsely: "Chu Wanning... Haha, my concubine Chu still cares about others in her heart?"

"Why do you wish me to be like a star king and like the moon, and the light flows brightly every night." There was a murderous intention in your voice, "Do you think I really don't understand at all?"

Chu Wanning gritted her teeth and leaned on the stone table. Her body was bitten and pinched, and her eyes were all stubborn: "You don't understand."

Even though I knew that contradicting me would bring me more fierce treatment, I still said stubbornly, "You don't understand."

You don’t know who the old friend is, and you don’t know why the vast sea and mountains are.

You won't know who Jun is, and who Yue refers to.

You... won't understand.

After a lot of ridiculousness, Mo Ran finally let him go.

Chu Wanning was in a messy dress, lying in the wisteria flowers, lying among the poems and inks. There were red marks at the end of his eyes, like the colorful color of the rouge flowers dyed at the fingertips when they were pinched down.

The lips were bitten and bloody.

He got up and slowly put on his clothes... He was under house arrest for so long, from the initial heart-wrenching to the current sorrow of death.

What else can he do now after the spirit core is destroyed? The so-called dignity is only left afterwards. He always has to stubbornly put on his own clothes and is unwilling to be faked by others.

When he did all this, Mo Ran sat at the stone table, holding the letters he had written, and reading them one by one.

When he saw the piece of the light rain in the world when he woke up from his dream, his hands seemed to be slightly calm, but soon he turned over the paper and then sarcastically said: "The bones are soft, but the words are still quite handsome."

He put the stack of letters into his robe and stood up.

The wind blew past his clothes, and the golden thread on the black clothes flowed with colorful colors.

"Go away."
To be continued...