Article 369

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In the dream, he returned to the year when Cai Die suppressed the Sky Split, but the person he was patching up the Sky Split with was replaced by Shi Mo.

There was heavy snow falling in the leaden sky. Shi Mo couldn't hold on, and was pierced by the sneakiness. He fell from the coiled dragon pillar and fell into the endless snow. Mo Ran ran over, picked up Shi Mei who was bleeding, knelt at his feet, and begged him to lend a helping hand to save his apprentice.

He also wanted to save him, but under the influence of the twin barrier, he suffered as much trauma as his teacher. He looked pale and said nothing. He was afraid that blood would come out of his mouth as soon as he spoke, and the ghosts around him would They will swarm them and tear them all into pieces.

"Master...please...please..."

Mo Ran was crying and kept kowtowing to him.

Chu nightning closed his eyes and finally ran away...

The teacher is dead.

Mo Ran has never forgiven him again.

He dreamed of the Naihe Bridge at the top of life and death. It was in the cold spring, and it was raining. The buds of spring trees everywhere were moistened by the rain. The bluestone road under his feet was long and endless. He held an umbrella and walked alone.

Suddenly, he saw another person walking far away across the bridge, dressed in black, without an umbrella, holding a stack of books wrapped in oil paper, walking towards him. Chu nightning couldn't help but slow down.

The man obviously saw him, but the man's pace did not slow down. He just raised his eyelashes that were soaked in the rain and glanced at him without any warmth.

Chu Wanning wanted to call him, and wanted to say: Mo...

Mo Ran didn't give him any chance to speak. He held his book and walked on the far left side of Naihe Bridge. If he had one more inch, he would have fallen into the river - just to stay away from the master who was walking on the right side. A little further.

They reached the middle of the bridge.

A person who was used to holding an umbrella walked in the rain, and a person who was not used to holding an umbrella also walked in the rain.

Later they passed each other.

The person caught in the rain walked away without looking back, while the person holding the umbrella stopped and stood where he was.

The raindrops pattered on the umbrella surface. Chu Wanning stood for a long time, and his legs were numb for so long, as if the damp cold air in Sichuan had penetrated into the bones.

He suddenly felt very tired and could no longer walk.

The dream darkened.

Heavy and cold.

As cold as rain and as heavy as legs that can no longer move.

In his sleep, Allen Chu turned over and shrunk his body very small. Something dripped from the corner of his eyes and wet the pillow. He vaguely knew that this was just a dream, but why was it so real? It was so real that he could clearly feel Mo Ran's hatred, Mo Ran's disappointment, and Mo Ran's determination.

But...is that just this?

Is it over here?

He was unwilling to give in, and it seemed that his unwillingness made the light around him brighter again.

Still in the dream, many months have passed since Shi Mei passed away.

Mo Ran's temper is getting darker day by day, and his words are getting less and less. However, he will still come to all the practice classes, just to listen to the classes, and not talk to Chu Wanning much.

Chu Wanning did not explain why he did not rescue Shi Mingjing in the first place. He saw Mo Ran's attitude in his eyes. He knew that the matter was at this point and it was useless to say anything.

In today's practice class, Mo Ran followed the instructions and stood at the top of a pine tree to exercise the collection of spiritual power.

But for some reason, he suddenly lost his strength and fell straight down. Chu Wanning didn't have time to think, so he rushed over to hug him, but in a hurry, he had no time to cast any spells, and the two fell heavily from the treetops. ,He fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the soil was very soft, and there was still a thick layer of pine needles. None of them were injured, but Chu Wanning's wrist was scratched by a sharp branch, and there was a hideous cut, and blood was flowing out.

The ink burned and looked at his wounds, and then raised his eyes for the first time in these months, looking back and forth at Chu Wanning's face without any concealment.

Finally he said: "Master, you are bleeding."

The tone was a little numb, but the words were still gentle.

"There are ointments and bandages in my Qiankun bag, please deal with them."

They sat in the thick coniferous forest, and the air was filled with the fragrance of pines and cypresses. Chu Wanning did not say a word. He looked at the ink and lowered his head, silently wrapping the bandage on himself, circle after circle.

The young man's eyelashes were trembling, and Chu Wanning couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. For a moment, he suddenly wanted to gather enough courage to ask:

Mo Ran, do you really hate me that much?

But at that time, the wind was too slow, the sun was too warm, and there were birds chirping and insects among the branches and leaves. His injured hand was quietly held by Mo Ran, taking care of the bandage. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

In the end, he didn't ask, and he didn't break this quiet picture.

He suddenly felt that the answer was not that important. What was important was that in this dream, after the death of the teacher, his blood and his injuries could somehow bring back Mo Ran's consciousness and half an inch of relief.

The next day, when Chu Wanning woke up, he was still in a daze for a moment.

He was lying on the bed, and he could even feel a dull pain in his arm, and there seemed to be residual warmth in his arm. After a while, he rubbed his face tiredly and couldn't help but feel funny.

What kind of messy things are you dreaming about?

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