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"Five years at the earliest."

Mo Ran: "……………………"

The author has something to say: When Master officially wakes up, what he sees will be Mo Ran 2.0~~ Come on! Prepare for system upgrade!

Chapter 120 Master’s Retreat

The morning sun was breaking, and the sky was filled with red clouds. Although it was still early, a large number of disciples had already gathered outside the Honglian Water Pavilion. They were all dressed in plain clothes, standing on both sides of the road with their eyes lowered and their heads lowered.

"Dong-dong-dong-"

The morning bell rang from the Tower of Babel, and in the distance there were several people carrying a coffin slowly approaching. The leader is Xue Zhengyong, the greedy elder, and the back row is Mo Ran, Xue Meng. On the left and right stood Shi Mo and a monk with half-worn cassocks. They stepped on the slippery bluestone road and gradually walked through the mist.

The monk was holding a lantern in his hand. It was already bright, but the lantern's brilliance was still brilliant in the daytime. The golden brilliance was like summer flowers, dazzling.

All the disciples lowered their heads and concentrated on breathing. They had already heard that Master Huaizui from Wubei Temple came here specifically for Elder Yu Heng, and this must be this unattractive monk. For this legendary figure, the juniors still had more awe than curiosity. On the long mountain road, no one dared to take a closer look. They could only hear the sound of the sticks, and saw a pair of monk shoes entangled with hemp in their lowered vision. After passing by, the master walked away like this, leaving everyone standing in silence.

The coffin was carried steadily all the way, and since it was a resurrection, not a burial, no one cried. When he arrived at the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, Huaisui looked around and said, "Put it next to the lotus pond. There is plenty of spiritual energy there, which makes it easy to cast spells."

"Okay, listen to Master!" Xue Zhengyong led the rest of the people and placed the Xuanbing coffin there. "Master, if you need anything else, just ask. If you save Yu Heng, you have saved me." Xue Xue has half his life, so Xue Xue must try his best to help!"

"Thank you Master Xue for your kindness." Huai Zui said, "I have nothing to ask for at the moment. If I ask for anything in the future, it won't be too late to report it to the Master."

"Sure, master, please don't be polite."

Huaisui clasped his hands together, saluted Xue Zhengyong with a smile, and then turned to look at the others: "The poor monk is not talented. It will take five years to restore the soul of Elder Chu. In order to avoid trouble, from now on From now on, the Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion will be closed to thank guests, and will not be reopened until Elder Chu is resurrected five years later."

Although Xue Meng had heard about it before, but once again confirmed from Huai Zui that the master would not wake up after five years, his eyes were still red. He lowered his head silently.

"If you, the donors, want to say goodbye to Elder Chu for a while, please go to the coffin. After today, it will take more than a thousand days before we can meet again."

Everyone went in turn.

First came Xue Zhengyong and the elders. They stood solemnly in front of the coffin to say goodbye. Xue Zhengyong said: "I hope to meet you soon."

Greedy Lang said: "Wake up early."

Xuanji said: "I hope everything goes well."

Lu Cun sighed and said, "I'm a little envious of you. Five years have been frozen, so you won't look old anymore."

The other elders also had their own speeches, more or less, and soon it was Xue Meng's turn. Xue Meng originally wanted to endure it, but he was used to being arrogant and could not hold back. Finally, he shed tears next to Chu Wanning's coffin. .

While wiping his tears hard, he choked and said: "Master, I will practice my sword well even if you are not here. I will never embarrass you at the Lingshan Conference. When you wake up, I will tell you my good ranking." . Under my master, there is no disciple who gives up."

Xue Zhengyong walked over and patted him on the shoulder. Xue Meng did not hug his father as usual, but sniffed and turned away stubbornly. He no longer wanted to be a playboy who only relied on his father in front of his master.

Then when Shi Mei arrived, Shi Mei's eyes were also moist, and he didn't say anything. He looked down at Chu Wanning for a while, and then stepped aside silently.

After he left, a pale pink crabapple flower was gently placed in the coffin. The hand holding the flower still has the shape of a teenager, but it is already very slender.

Mo Ran stood beside the coffin, and the wind blew gently across the lake, bringing the fragrant sweetness of the lotus. The broken hair on his forehead was slightly messy, but he raised his hand and sorted out Chu Wanning's face.

Mo Ran pursed his lips and seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, he just said a little hoarsely: "I'll wait for you."

What are you waiting for?

He didn't say. He felt that he wanted to say wait for you to wake up, but it seemed that just saying this was not enough. It seemed that he could not express the full and crowded emotions in his heart. It was as if there was hot magma bubbling in his heart. The magma could not find a precise exit, so it rushed through his heart, causing him to panic and hurt. .

He felt that one day his heart would be broken, and then the lava would flow out of control, and he would be melted into ashes in the roaring waves of the sea.

But now, he is still not sure what that burning emotion is.

So he just said "Waiting for you".

Honglian Waterside Pavilion has finally closed.

The huge barrier fell, like a door dividing life and death, isolating everyone.

From then on, the fragrance of lotus flowers in summer and the silence of snow in winter were no longer accessible to anyone else for five years in the waterside pavilion.

The bamboo leaves were bleak and the begonia flowers were falling, stretching from outside the Honglian Water Pavilion to the front of the mountain gate. All the disciples knelt down one after another, and Mo Ran, Xue Meng, and Shi Mei knelt at the front of this endless river.

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