Article 693

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He let go of Chu Wanning and hovered in place like a vulture, walking back and forth——

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

He turned his head and stared at Chu Wanning and asked: "When did you teach me this sentence: a letter is like a meeting?"

Ta Xianjun was half drunk at the moment, and his speech was not rational at all, and he would talk wherever he thought.

"Why don't I remember anything?"

His wrist was grabbed by a big cold hand, and Mo Ransheng dragged him to the desk. The paper was spread and ground, and a pile of books was spread out. Mo Ran said: "Write it to me. Then teach me."

Chu nightning was already suffering from a low fever. Being so forced by him, he became more and more suffocated in anger. He blushed, choked and coughed.

Mo Ran put the pen into his hand and said gloomily and depressedly: "Write."

Impatiently urging: "Hurry up."

Chu Wanning's spiritual core has been broken in the previous master-disciple duel, and his health has not been good. He coughed like this, and blood foam choked out from his throat——

Mo Ran was stunned, staring at the dots of blood, and then slowly let go.

"It's just letters and greetings, what's the point?" Finally, Allen Chu stopped coughing, he sighed, and wiped the blood from his lips with a handkerchief.

He raised his eyes, took a breath, and looked at Mo Ran: "In the past, you would write this beginning of every letter. But I'm afraid you haven't written for too long, so you forgot."

"I...write a letter?" The burning black eyes stared at him, "To whom?" He almost said angrily: "Who do I write to? Who else can I write to in this world? Huh? Just making it up...just making it up...it's all nonsense!"

When Mo Ran said these words, he was trapped and frustrated, and his eyes flashed with a misty luster.

It was at that time that Chu nightning vaguely felt that something was wrong. But he didn't think much about it at that time, just thinking that Mo Ran was drunk and had a bad memory. So he just frowned and didn't answer.

There is a letter box in the study room of Wushan Palace. All letters in the Peak of Death and Life will be locked in a Qiankun box and filed. The ink burned like a trapped animal in a cage. After wandering around for a few times, he suddenly remembered the existence of the letter box, so he took out the dusty box and opened one long-lasting letter after another.

Most of those letters were written by disciples in the sect, and they were classified according to the elders they studied under. Most of the people who wrote the letter had died in the year when Mo Ran rebelled. Among them, Elder Yuheng has the fewest disciples, only three, which makes them particularly easy to find. Mo Ran quickly found a thick stack of letters.

He unwrapped it tremblingly.

His handwriting is good, childish and crooked, but he writes extremely seriously. I read each letter one by one, and it said on each letter, "Seeing letters is like meeting each other, and showing them is soothing."

There is one in every letter.

The ink-burning fingers were trembling, and the eyes were shining with strange colors.

——

"Auntie, seeing a letter is like seeing you face to face. Showing your trust makes you look good."

"Sister Xun, when you see your trust, you will feel comfortable showing your trust."

Those distant names made him shudder and make him shudder. His pupils were narrow and narrow, and the clouds gathered on his handsome face.

Chu Wanning stood next to him, and he still didn't care at first, but later on, the ink-burning expression made him feel more and more strange... He couldn't help but lock his eyes on the desk, the man who was flipping through old letters, and his behavior A man on the verge of madness.

A small terror stretched out its sharp beak and tapped Chu Wanning's heart.

Something is wrong.

He walked over slowly and looked at Mo Ran, who was confused and crazy in the letter.

...What's wrong?

"My mother-in-law is dead..." Suddenly, Mo Ran murmured and looked up at Chu Wanning, "Why would I write to her?"

Chu Wanning watched his every move from the side, the kind of terror pecked in his heart, as if some bloody darkness was about to break out.

Yīn cloud comes to the world.

It is strange to forget the greetings that have been written many times such as "a letter is like a meeting", but it is not impossible.

But it was really strange that I had forgotten so many letters I had written and had no impression of them at all.

Mo Ran was still looking at each one: "Zhanxin Shuyan...Zhanxin Shuyan..." The luster shining in those black to purple pupils was so painful and contradictory.

It does seem like some important memory is missing.

My ears seemed to hear the sound of the hard shell about to crack.

Allen Chu held his breath, and his spine was almost numb. There was no one else in the study except the two of them. In this dead silence, Allen Chu moved his lips, and then whispered: "Don't you remember? You said at the beginning that although your mother could not receive the letter, but You still want to write to her."

The ink suddenly looked up.

Chu nightning only felt that his blood was cooling down bit by bit, and his breath turned into ice.

"The first title you learn to write is not your own name."

The ink burned and whispered: "What is that?"

"The first title you asked me to teach you to write is A Niang."

There was lightning and thunder outside, and the wind howled shrilly, like countless ghost claws slapping on the window, making the window paper and wooden lattice rattle.

A bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating the world.

Emperor Taxian murmured: "...Did you teach me?...Why don't you have any impression...at all?"

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