Chapter 179: Wanning

The two of them arrived at a cliff on the Flying Flower Island. There were jagged rocks there, and below them was the surging waves of the ocean. When the waves crashed onto the rocks, they would instantly shatter into thousands of snowflakes. There was nothing in the surroundings except for the boundless sea, the sky, and the new moon.

Mo Ran summoned the sword that was bound to him, then turned to ask Chu Wanning, "Why can't Shizun use a sword?"

"It's not that I can't." Chu Wanning said, "It's just that I'm not good at it."

"What do you mean you're not good at?"

Chu Wanning waved his sleeves, his expression a bit more arrogant, but his ears were red, "I can only fly close to the ground."

Mo Ran was a bit surprised. Flying a sword one inch above the ground or a hundred meters above the ground consumed the same amount of spiritual energy. Since Chu Wanning could fly close to the ground, there was no reason why he couldn't fly high. He said, "Shizun, why don't you try? I'll see."

"… …" Chu Wanning didn't summon his sword, but instead said indifferently, "I'm not willing to use a sword normally because I feel that weapons should be respected. It's not appropriate to step on them."

"?"

Mo Ran didn't know why he suddenly explained, but he still nodded.

"Shizun is right. … … But … … we can't just lie on the sword, or hang on it and fly. "

Chu Wanning was at a loss for words, but when he looked up, he saw that man smiling at him under the moonlight. He couldn't help but feel angry, "Normally, if there's an emergency, I'll use the Soaring Dragon Barrier to fly."

Mo Ran was startled, "That little dragon?"

"It can become bigger." Chu Wanning said, seeming to have saved some face, but he soon felt a bit embarrassed, "But when it came to the fire at the Confucian Wind Sect, it was completely useless. It's afraid of fire. "

Mo Ran suddenly understood, "So Shizun wants to learn how to use a sword, because you want to —"

"In case of emergencies."

Mo Ran did not utter a word. Linyi was billowing with thick smoke and raging flames. How many lives had been devoured by the sea of flames? At that time, Chu Wanning stood on his sword and watched as the mortals below were devoured by the tribulation fire. They were burned to ashes one by one, and not even a single bone was left. However, the dignified Immortal Venerable couldn't do anything. He couldn't ride his sword to carry anyone. How would Chu Wanning feel at that time?

No wonder this person who would rather ride a carriage than ride a sword would suddenly make such a request to his disciple.

"I understand. Don't worry, Master. I will teach you well."

Hearing him say this, Chu Wanning did not say anything. He lowered his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking. But in the end, he sighed and raised his hand. "Huaisha, summon him."

A golden light suddenly condensed, and Mo Ran once again saw the divine weapon that had only appeared in a life and death battle with him in his previous life in this serene sea, sky, and moonlight.

Chu Wanning's Blade of Slaughter — —

Huaisha.

It was a long sword that looked very much like Chu Wanning's sword. In this world, there was probably no second person more suitable than Chu Wanning to be its sword master. Its decorations were dull, and its entire body was flowing with gold. Because the golden light was too dazzling, it was even slightly pale. The light was endless, and very calmly flowed down from the sword, falling into the night like burning fireworks, but also like sliding white sand.

"This is Huaisha," Chu Wanning looked at it and said. "You haven't seen it before. Its evil aura is too strong. I don't use it often."

Mo Ran's mood was complicated. After a while, he nodded and said in a low voice, "It's a good sword."

The night wind blew gently. Mo Ran stepped on the body of his sword. With a slight movement of his toes, the sword obediently and slowly rose a few inches from the ground.

Mo Ran turned to Chu Wanning and said, "Shizun, try it too."

Chu Wanning also stood on Huaisha. Huaisha steadily rose a few inches, carrying Chu Wanning in a circle.

"Isn't this pretty good?" Mo Ran said. "Try it a little more." As he spoke, he controlled the sword to fly to a position about five feet away. He lowered his head and smiled at Chu Wanning. "Come up here."

"… …"

Chu Wanning pursed her lips and silently raised the sand so that it was at the same level as his.

Mo Ran said, "No problem, Shizun, don't you know how to do it? Let's — — "

He suddenly shut his mouth, because he suddenly noticed that Chu Wan-ning's face was pale, and the lines on her face were extremely tense. Her drooping eyelashes were trembling like a blade of grass in the wind, as if she was doing her best to endure something.

Mo Ran looked down, it was less than five feet away from the ground.

When he looked up again, he stared at Chu Wanning in disbelief.

He suddenly had a very absurd thought in his mind — —

Shizun did not know how to control the sword, could it be because … … he was afraid of heights??

Mo Ran, "… …"

This was very awkward, and he also felt that it was very strange. Chu Wanning's lightness kung fu was very good, he could jump up and down a towering building as he wished, he could jump a few feet with a tap of his toes. How could such a person be afraid of heights? But when he observed the person standing on the sword, his face was indeed ugly, his eyes wandering, even if he tried to suppress it, there was still a faint trace of fear between his brows.

Mo Ran probed, "Shizun?"

Chu Wanning's reaction was a little intense. He suddenly looked up, the night wind ruffling his hair, but he did not raise his hand to brush it away. A pair of upturned phoenix eyes flashed with anger, behind the messy hair on his forehead sparks of vigilance. "Hmm?"

"Cough … … puff."

"What are you laughing at!!!"

"My throat is dry, I'm coughing."

Mo Ran did his best to hold back his laughter. He thought, there was no escape, so he really was afraid of heights. No wonder he explained so much just now, he wanted to leave some face for himself.

Since Shizun wanted to leave some face, as a disciple, he naturally had to cooperate with Shizun and give him a way out.

Mo Ran said, "The higher you go, the more difficult it is to control the sword. At the beginning, I could only go up to five feet, I need to practice more."

"You couldn't go up before?"

"Yes."

Mo Weiyu, who had soared hundreds of feet in the air for the first time, gently nodded.

"Maybe it wasn't even five feet, I didn't dare to look down, so maybe … … three feet? In short, Xue Meng could easily kick me down. "

Chu Wanning's heart slightly calmed down.

He had never had the face to tell anyone about his fear of heights, but now it seemed that there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Shizun, try not to look down."

"Hmm?"

"Just look at me." Mo Ran hovered above, thought for a while, then descended a little. "Don't care how much you go up, as long as you think about flying to the same position as me, it's fine."

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and went up a little more. The thin and smooth blade of the sword was stepped on. The originally warm night wind, at this time, to him, became wet and cold like a snake, slithering into his clothes and crawling, hissing and hissing.

"Don't look down, don't look down." Mo Ran patiently repeated to him, stretching out his hand. "Come here, hold my hand."

Chu Wanning studied seriously and said, "No need, I can do it myself."

Mo Ran did not force him. He knew Chu Wanning's temper very well. When this person wanted him to do it himself, if it was not a big matter, it was best to let him do as he pleased.

A person who was used to being a giant tree, was not used to relying on others.

Accompanying by his side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, made him feel free and comfortable.

Although he really wanted to turn Chu Wanning into a soft spring water, fiercely knead him into his rough torso, let him break in his arms and dissolve in his blood. Like most men in the world, he would always have some unrealistic and frightening possessiveness towards the people he loved deeply.

This was his nature, and also his instinct.

The aggressive nature of a male instinct made him long to lock up Chu Wanning, endlessly entangling himself with him day and night, swallowing all of his passion.

He longed for him to lie on a warm bed all day long, a golden beast, beautiful and fragrant, not to be seen by a second person other than himself.

He longed for him to be under his body for a lifetime, his warm body forever wrapped around him.

He longed for the blue and purple kiss marks on his body to not disappear, to nurture him into a beast of desire, to use the heaviest and hottest passion every night to fill his stomach to the brim, to feed him to the point of weakness.

However, his love made Mo Ran unable to bear it.

His love made him want to respect Chu Wanning, wanted to see him in high spirits, light hooves and fast horses, wanted to see him wielding a sword out of the mortal world, shaking his sleeves to cause snow to fall.

He wanted to indulge him in the forest to arrogantly grow to the sky, benevolently casting shade, indulging him in luxuriant foliage, but also allowing him to break branches and get hurt in the wind and rain.

Thus, his love put shackles on his instincts, put a bridle on his beastly desires, and made him lower his eyelids, suppress his burning hot breath, and become obedient.

It made him rather lock up his nature and pull out his sharp teeth in this life.

Because of his love, he became possessive, and became selfish. Now, because of his love, he became tolerant, and became selfless.

Thus, he would not try to imprison Chu Wanning like he did in his previous life, trying to change Chu Wanning.

This late and pure love made the former Emperor Ta willingly submit, and was willing to use his whole life to accompany Chu Wanning.

The sword rose little by little, and when it reached a certain height, even if Chu Wanning did not look at the ground, his fingertips could not help but tremble slightly under his wide sleeves.

His scalp was numb.

Mo Ran saw his nervousness, and said, "Don't be afraid, this is the same as lightness kung fu."

"It's not the same." Chu Wanning said, "Lightness kung fu is dependent on oneself, sword kinesis is …"

"Sword kinesis is also dependent on oneself."

"Sword kinesis is dependent on the sword!" Chu Wanning said angrily.

Mo Ran, "… …"

He somewhat understood why his Shizun's lightness kung fu was first class, but was afraid of sword kinesis — — Chu Wanning was not used to relying on anything, he had always relied on himself, so only when he relied on himself, he felt most at ease.

This knowledge made Mo Ran's heart ache, and he felt very distressed.

He said, "It's okay, Shizun, you have to believe in Huaisha."

But Chu Wanning's expression was calm, and the anxiety and panic in his eyes could not be hidden. Mo Ran saw that his forehead was oozing with sweat, and his feet were beginning to shake, and thought that this was not good, this could not go on. If Chu Wanning fell from the sword now, the shadow would be even deeper.

He said, "Let's go down first."

Chu Wanning could not have asked for more, and the two landed on the ground. He paused for a moment, and then asked, "How high did we fly?"

Mo Ran deliberately reported more, and said, "More than 50 feet."

Chu Wanning was indeed shocked, and his eyes widened, "So high?"

"Yes." Mo Ran smiled, "Shizun is so powerful, next time, even 500 feet will not be a problem."

"… …"

Hearing 500 feet, Chu Wanning's already pale face became even more unsightly. He waved his hand, and did not say anything, and stared blankly at Huaisha.

Mo Ran thought for a moment, and said, "Shizun, how about this, I'll take you around first, and then you can get used to it."

"You don't have to take me, it's not like I haven't done it before."

"But before, Shizun didn't look at the ground while riding the sword."

This was exactly what he said, every time he rode on someone's sword, he would do his best to look at that person's back, or some other point, doing his best to think that he was still stable on the ground.

Mo Ran summoned his sword again, and deliberately made it wider. He stepped on first, and then turned to Chu Wanning, and said gently, "Come, come up."

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth, but still flew up, and landed lightly on the sword's hilt.

Mo Ran said, "Stand firm." When he finished speaking, the sword received the order, and in a flash, it flew straight into the clouds. At first, Chu Wan Ning closed her eyes out of habit, but when she heard Mo Ran's laughter, she was jolted awake. She pulled herself together and looked down.

It would have been better if he didn't look, but once he did, Chu Wanning's hair stood on end.

Mo Ran, that grandson of his, brought him along and flew towards the depths of the clouds at an extremely fast speed. Flying Flower Island was left far behind, becoming more and more distant. Beside his ears was the sound of the rushing wind. Even his robes were cold from the cold night air. Beside his feet, there was nothing to lean on other than this saber. They flew towards the top of the sea. At night, the blue-black sea water was like an ancient giant beast opening its black mouth, swallowing all the creatures that came and went.

His cold eyelashes trembled slightly, and Chu Wanning subconsciously wanted to close his eyes again, but he heard Mo Ran say behind him, "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

"I … am not afraid." Chu Wanning's face was as white as paper.

Mo Ran smiled, "Alright, you're not afraid. Then if you feel cold, or bored, you can tell me, and I'll bring you back to the island. "

Chu Wanning did not say anything, he knew that Mo Ran was saving his face.

After all, a Venerable Immortal shivering on the sword was more impressive than a Venerable Immortal shivering on the sword.

Mo Ran saw that he could not take it anymore, and stubbornly refused to speak, and could not bear it, so he said, "I'll make the sword bigger."

He raised his hand and expanded the sword five or six times, enough for him to stand side by side with Chu Wanning.

"Master, in a few days, the Fire of Calamity in Linyi will be extinguished, we'll return to the Peak of Life and Death, but what about the people we brought with us?" As he spoke, he tried to relax Chu Wanning's tight bowstring.

Chu Wanning was really amazing, he could actually think. He said, "Bring them to the center of Shu."

"Hmm?"

"Bring them to the center of Shu first, after the Fire of Calamity in Linyi, it will be a scorched earth, it's not suitable for people to live in."

Mo Ran said, "Alright."

He looked at Chu Wanning's pale face, after a while, he really felt sorry for him, so he asked, "Are we going back?"

"Wait a little longer."

Mo Ran expanded the sword a few more times, he asked Chu Wanning to sit down, it was much better to sit than to stand. He opened the enchantment, Chu Wanning turned his head and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"It's just a chilling enchantment." Mo Ran's gaze was very gentle. "It's too high, it'll be cold."

Chu Wanning let him do as he pleased.

The enchantment was of the same origin as his own, it was very similar to that of a begonia flower condensed on the film as the brilliance flowed, but his was golden, and Mo Ran's was red.

With this layer of translucent enchantment, even though he knew that it had no other effect except for dispelling the cold, he suddenly felt that there was an additional layer of protection around him, or perhaps it was because looking through this layer of enchantment, the ocean was no longer frighteningly dark. In short, Chu Wanning's tense body gradually relaxed, and his breathing gradually became less stagnant.

Mo Ran sat beside him and smiled. "Master, look over there."

"What?"

"Do you see it?"

"…" Chu Wanning looked in the direction he pointed for a long time, then frowned. "There's nothing but the moon."

"It's the moon."

Chu Wanning was slightly startled, saying, "What's there to see? It's the same looking from the ground. "

Mo Ran smiled. "This is the first time I've sat with Master to admire the moon."

Chu Wanning did not respond. After a while, when Mo Ran thought that he would not say anything, he suddenly said softly, "It's not like we haven't seen it together before."

"… What?"

Mo Ran was a little surprised, turning his head to look at him.

The moonlight fell on Chu Wanning's handsome face. His skin was like pure white petals in the cold night, and under the two curtains of thick eyelashes, there seemed to be memories deeper than the ocean in his eyes.

"It's been too long, you should have forgotten." Chu Wanning said. "It's nothing."

Mo Ran did not know what to say for a moment. He had lived for much longer than Chu Wanning in front of him. Many of the past events were not so sharp, so what Chu Wanning remembered, he did not necessarily hide in his heart.

He looked at Chu Wanning's side profile, feeling guilty, but in that guilt, he could not help but feel a trace of sweetness. He could not help but think of that brocade pouch, and the words he was about to ask yesterday — — Chu Wanning kept their knot of hair, kept many memories, why … …

Colored Butterfly Town, Jincheng Pond … …

When the sky split, he risked his life to save him.

Why.

Before, he did not dare to make wild guesses, thinking that he was too bold and shameless.

But in the past two days, every inch of discovery had been fanning the flames of his wild ambition.

— — Why.

"Master."

"Hm?"

Blood surged in his chest, surging with excitement. His throat was very thirsty. When he stared at Chu Wanning, his eyes were extremely bright. He suddenly wanted to go over, kiss his face, and muster up the courage to ask him, do you … … do you like me?

Riding the sword, between heaven and earth, gave Mo Ran a vague illusion.

It was as if the two of them no longer had any ties in this world, as if the love and hate of the past had not happened. Everything was as tranquil and pure as the moonlight falling through the clouds.

He felt that the tender seedling in his chest had finally grown into a large tree. The thick veins pushed open the lifeless soil, turning over the thick smell of blood from the depths of the earth.

Chu Wanning saw that he was silent for a long time, so he turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Ran did not answer. His head was dizzy, and he longed to possess him, to hug him, to kiss him.

He couldn't help but lean over.

Then, he suddenly realized that after the barrier was opened, although Chu Wanning had slightly recovered, he was still pursing his pale lips, and his complexion was very bad. He hugged his arms, his slender fingers subconsciously clasping his arms, tightly gripping the cold cloth.

Even when Chu Wanning was afraid, he didn't grab others, but himself.

Mo Ran was stunned.

Then, the aggressive light in his eyes extinguished, turning into tiny bits of light, like a fisherman's flame.

It was very gentle.

The lips that originally wanted to kiss him slightly pursed, carrying a soft and bitter smile.

The hand that originally wanted to abruptly hug him stopped. A moment later, it touched the back of his cold hand.

"You … …" Chu Wanning was shocked, a hint of red appearing on his pale face, but he said in a low and alert voice, "What are you doing?"

He wanted to pull his hand away, but Mo Ran held it, and was not willing to let go. Chu Wanning only felt that his five frozen fingers fell into an extremely warm hand, from the center of his palm to the tips of his fingers, they were tightly wrapped and stuck together.

"Don't always rely on yourself." Mo Ran said, "I'm here, you can rely on me."

If Chu Wanning could still be said to be calm and composed before, after hearing these words, no matter how slow or hesitant he was, it was impossible for him not to feel the affection in these words.

Moreover, there was that pair of black eyes that could take a person's life, solemn, solemn, gentle, and affectionate gazing at him. Chu Wanning's heartbeat instantly became as apprehensive as a torrential rainstorm, knocking into his soul bit by bit.

He didn't dare look into Mo Ran's eyes again, suddenly turning his face away and lowering his head.

It was too hot.

How could it be so hot a hundred feet in the air?

He had always been arrogant and calm, but at this moment, it was as if he had suddenly stepped into a territory he was completely unaware of. The armor on his body had been stripped off, and the sharp claws had been cut off. In front of Mo Ran's sudden straightforwardness, Chu Wanning's usual moves seemed to be ineffective.

The man passionately pried open his clam shell, using his eyes to stare at the sparkling white flesh inside. Whether it was the glowing pearls or the fishy sweet clam meat, they were all exposed to the man's eyes.

This haughty and calm man had thrown away his helmet and armor, and was suddenly overcome with panic and helplessness.

What to do …

What should he say?

He …

He realized that his hand was still tightly held by Mo Ran, tightly pressed together.

He didn't know what to do, anxious and nervous, the rims of his eyes turning slightly red, he subconsciously wanted to pull his fingertips away.

But the moment he moved, Mo Ran tightly held onto him.

The man's palm was soaked with sweat, it was wet.

"Don't take it away."

"… …"

He was so strong, stubborn, and stubborn. For some reason, Chu Wanning suddenly felt that there was a hint of sadness in his words.

Mo Ran's eyes burned, he stared at him for a long time, then said in a low and hoarse voice, "Chu Wanning … …"

"… … What did you call me?"

"… … It's my fault."

At this moment, Chu Wanning's body was even tighter than before, and his heart was beating faster than when he was riding the sword at the beginning. He was not used to it, too not used to it.

He tried his best to tidy up his position and make one last desperate struggle before falling into this great abyss.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Well, you know you're wrong, but it's not hopeless … …"

Mo Ran's heart was very hot, and finally, without thinking, he blurted out, "Wanning."

Save.

Chu Wanning didn't have time to say the last word.

When he heard this gentle voice with a sigh, his mind buzzed, and in an instant, it was blank.

He couldn't say the last word anymore.

Hopeless.

Hopeless — —

They hesitated outside the quagmire of love and desire for so long, and finally couldn't help but step in and fall into it. From then on, they were trapped in an inescapable net, deep into their bones.

Mo Ran's voice was low and hoarse, he stared at him, "Wanning, in fact, these few days, I have something to ask you."

"… …"

His heart was burning fiercely, Mo Ran tightly held Chu Wanning's hand, his fingers trembling, "No, I won't ask you."

Chu Wanning had just let out a sigh of relief when he heard Mo Ran say the next sentence.

"I won't ask you anything, I just want to tell you."

Mo Ran was resolute and never looked back.

In one breath, he used all his courage.

"I like you."

His heart was trembling violently.

"I like you, not the love of a disciple for a master, it's … … it's my audacity, I … … I like you."

Chu Wanning closed his eyes, his fingertips trembling in that person's hot and moist warmth, gradually, gradually stopped.

How could it be?

How could it be … …

He must have misheard. He was so ugly, so fierce, so bad at talking, so uninteresting, he was a good-for-nothing, a terrible fool. Who would like him?

"I like you."

Chu Wanning was stunned for a long time, he really didn't know what to say, his heart was in great grief, he didn't know what to say, he actually felt bitter, he actually felt fear, his mind was almost blank, he wanted to be like before, he wanted to scold "nonsense", he wanted to say "ridiculous", he thought a lot, but he was choked in his throat, he couldn't say anything.

After a long time, Chu Wanning said hoarsely, without rhyme or reason, "… … I have a bad temper."

"You're very good to me."

"I, I'm old."

"You look younger than me."

Chu Wanning was almost anxious, he was at a loss and helpless, "I'm so ugly … …"

This time it was Mo Ran's turn to be stunned, he opened his eyes wide and stared at the extremely handsome man in front of him, he didn't understand why such a good-looking person would feel ashamed of himself.

Chu Wanning saw that he didn't say anything, his heart was even more flustered and blank, he lowered his head and said, "I'm not good-looking."

"… …"

"Not as good-looking as you."

He silently muttered like this, suddenly his cheek was touched by a warm hand, he heard Mo Ran's sigh, it was actually gentler than tonight's moonlight, "Are you willing to look at my eyes?"

Chu Wanning, "Your eyes … …?"

Mo Ran's eyes were warm, it reflected the figure of a man in white, he said, "Do you see it? That's the most good-looking person in the world. "

Chu Wanning stared at him, although his heart was in a perilous situation, his face that had been frozen for a long time didn't have much of an expression.

Mo Ran held his hand, it was dripping with sweat.

He softly said, "I like you."

Chu Wanning seemed to be stabbed, his fingers trembling, after a moment, he suddenly lowered his head, "I like you" was like a sharp knife, stabbing into his heart, causing his blood to flow, it couldn't be stopped. Chu Wanning's eyes reddened, probably because he really had waited for too long, he actually didn't know that when he heard these words, he would have this kind of reaction. He was very anxious, almost to the point of tears, he said, "I'm not good. I've never … … I've never been liked by anyone. "

I've never been liked by anyone.

There's never been anyone who felt happy, proud, and precious because they had me.

Thirty-two years.

No one has ever liked me.

When Mo Ran heard these words, he looked at the man in front of him who was lowering his head, not even willing to raise his face, suddenly felt so much pain, so much pain, it was so painful that it cracked his heart, and crushed his bones.

That was his treasure, but it had been covered in dust for almost half of his life.

He was in so much pain that he didn't know what to say, he didn't know how to say it.

In the end, he could only clumsily hold Chu Wanning's hand tightly, he repeatedly said, "There is, there is."

Someone likes you. I like you.

Someone wants you. Someone wants you. Don't feel so inferior. Don't be so stupid. Don't make your best self sound worthless. Fool.

Fool Chu Wanning.

I like you.

After a long time, Mo Ran asked him, "Then what about you?"

"… … What?"

Mo Ran lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, "I … … I'm so stupid, so insensible, so unreliable, I … … I've also done many unforgivable things."

He paused, then said in a small voice, "Will you like me?"

Chu Wanning had already raised his face, but when he heard him say this, he suddenly met that pair of soft black eyes, and actually panicked. He didn't know where he got the strength, but he suddenly pulled his hand away and turned his face away.

He didn't nod, but he also didn't shake his head.

There was no affirmation, nor denial.

But Mo Ran clearly saw that Chu Wanning's ears had turned red, all the way to his beautiful neck.

"That brocade pouch … …"

"Don't say it," Chu Wanning suddenly said in a muffled voice, this time his whole face was red. "Don't say it."

Mo Ran looked at Chu Wanning's unwilling, embarrassed, angry, and confused appearance. Light and shadow moved in his eyes, the moonlight lingering.

He sat over, stretched out his hand again, and caught Chu Wanning's fingertips.

Chu Wanning was trembling, Mo Ran's fingers were also lightly trembling. He covered Chu Wanning's slender fingers, and then, one by one, in a way that had never been done before — —

Ten fingers tightly interlocked, palms pressed together.

Chu Wanning's face was red, and he looked away even more.

This time, he didn't try to break free.

And so, Mo Ran held Chu Wanning's hand, finally understanding in hindsight, and nervously confirmed.

Chu Wanning … … also liked him.

He finally understood.