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Later, I was finally persuaded to leave Shuangtian Temple and go eat something, but I saw Chu Wanning's busy back in the kitchen. The man was clumsily rolling out the dough and mixing the fillings with his hands and feet. There were flour and water on the table, as well as several rows of neatly stacked hands.

"Clang".

The things on the table were swept away, and the sound of bàonüè came through the rolling dust. It makes it difficult for the current ink to hold up chopsticks and unable to swallow food.

At that time, he felt that Allen Chu was mocking him and trying to hurt him with ill intentions.

But now that I think about it, maybe Chu Wanning really just wanted to replace the dead teacher and cook another bowl of handwriting for him.

"Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of the things he used? Are you worthy of cooking the dishes he made? Are you satisfied that Shi Mo is dead? Do you have to drive all your disciples to death and madness before you can Are you willing? Chu Wanning! No one in this world can make that bowl of handwriting anymore. No matter how much you imitate, you can't be like him!"

Every word is heart-warming.

He didn't want to think about it anymore and ate his noodles.

But how could he let him go? Memories would not let him go lightly.

He recalled Chu Wanning's face more clearly than ever, without joy or sadness. He recalled every detail of that time more clearly than ever.

I remembered a slight tremor on my fingertips and a little bit of flour on my cheek.

I thought of the plump, snow-white hands rolling all over the floor.

Thinking of Allen Chu lowering his eyes, he leaned over and slowly picked up the food that was no longer edible, and then poured it out with his own hands.

Pour it out with your own hands.

There is still more than half a bowl of pea noodles left.

The ink burned but he couldn't eat anymore. He pushed the noodle bowl away and fled away from this place that would drive him crazy. He ran wildly on the verge of life and death, as if he wanted to leave the misunderstandings of more than ten years behind him, as if he wanted to catch up with the ridiculous rolling years and catch up with the man who left Meng Potang alone.

Catch up with him and say a word.

"I'm sorry, I hated you wrongly."

The ink burned in the dark night without any order, running...but there was Chu Wanning's broken figure everywhere. The Platform of Good and Evil taught him how to read and practice swordsmanship. Naihe Bridge, hold an umbrella with him and walk together. In the Qingtian Palace, after receiving the responsibilities of the rod, I walked away alone.

He became more and more miserable and helpless at night.

Suddenly, when I ran to a bright place, I suddenly felt that the clouds were opening and the mist was rising, and the bright moon was hanging high.

The ink burned and panted and stopped.

Tower of Babel……

The place where he died in his previous life, the place where he and Chu Wanning first met.

His heart was beating like a drum, and his eyes were filled with chaos and chaos. He was chased by the torrent of past events, unable to parry or dodge, and finally ended up here.

The moon was white and the wind was clear, when I first met you.

Mo Ran finally stopped running. He knew that he would never be able to escape. In his life, he was destined to owe Chu Wanning.

He slowly walked up the steps and walked under the wild begonia tree. Stretching out his hand, he stroked the dead tree, which was as hard as a cocoon in his heart.

At this time, it has been nearly three days since Chu Wanning died.

Mo Ran raised his head and suddenly saw the gentle flowers and trees, vaguely as before. It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly felt a burst of endless sadness. He pressed his forehead against the tree trunk and finally burst into tears, tears pouring down like rain.

"Master, Master..." He choked and murmured, repeating the words when he first met Chu Wanning, "Please pay attention to me, okay... Please pay attention to me..."

But things have changed and people have changed. He is the only one left in front of the Babel Tower. No one pays attention to him, and no one will come again.

Although Mo Ran has the body of a young man after rebirth, what he carries in his shell is the soul of the thirty-two-year-old Immortal Tao. He has seen too many lives and deaths, and has tasted the sweet and sour world. Therefore, since his resurrection, he The joy, anger, sorrow and joy in my heart are not so sincere and clear, it always seems to be covered by a mask.

But at this moment, his face suddenly showed such confusion and pain, naked, childish, pure, and green.

Only at this moment did he truly look like an ordinary boy who had lost his master, like an abandoned child, like an orphaned dog who had lost his home and could never find a way back.

He said, please pay attention to me.

Please pay attention to me...

However, in the end, the only thing that responded to him was the whirling branches and leaves, and the lush shadows of flowers.

But the man with the handsome features under Begonia could no longer raise his head and look at him, even for the last time.

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Ergouzi: "qaq"

As the Ergou subroutine continued to collapse, the big white cat glanced at him, sighed, and took the manuscript in his hand.

My daily friend who writes about crabs and crabs~Momoza!

Chapter 99 The Master’s Third Weapon

That night, Mo Ran fell asleep leaning against the crabapple tree.

There are many places on the top of life and death that have traces of Chu Wanning's life. If you want to pay homage, it is best to go to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, but he can only feel it by leaning on this flower tree. A little bit of humanity.

He once thought that it was a great misfortune for him to worship Chu Wanning as his teacher. This worship was wrong from the beginning.

But only today did he understand that the unfortunate person was not Mo Weiyu, but Chu Wanning, who stood among the flowers and pondered with his head down.

"Immortal Lord, Immortal Lord, please pay attention to me."

He vaguely remembered the first words he spoke to his master, which seemed to be something like this, or

There were some slight deviations in the words. It had been too long and he no longer remembered it so clearly.

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