Chapter 111

The rooms that the Yao Ri Sect used to entertain distinguished guests were naturally not bad. The table was placed with the finest utensils, as clean as a mirror, the screen was painted with landscapes, the window frames were exquisitely carved, and the bed in the room was also exquisitely carved.

Just as the disciple of the Sun Sect said, it was indeed very spacious and it would be no problem for five or six people to roll around on it. Just because he mentioned it, when the two of them looked up, they inevitably stayed on it longer than when they looked at other places.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan paused at the same time, then they turned their heads slightly and their eyes met.

It was just a light touch, but their eyes intertwined as if tangible. Xiao Mo chuckled for no apparent reason, and the snow in Chu Jinglan's eyes melted away, and the sky became clear as day.

The two people gradually approached each other, their eyes no longer met, but their lips touched each other.

Kissing outside was to show the relationship and to give Chu Jinglan peace of mind. The kiss was generous and quick, not deep. But when they were alone, the kiss became lingering, with warm breaths intertwined, shallow pecks and deep tastes, conquering the city.

He won't stop until he has infected the other person with his own warmth.

Chu Jinglan kissed Xiao Mo and knocked him down on the couch. Xiao Mo's eyes were red and his eyes were sparkling. Chu Jinglan kissed the corners of his eyes, pulled the quilt over and wrapped Xiao Mo up.

Xiao Mo pulled down the quilt a little, exposing his chin, and looked up at Chu Jinglan.

"You are tired," Chu Jinglan stroked his cheek, "Go to sleep."

Using spiritual techniques consumes the most mental energy. At this time, proper sleep may be more effective than practicing meditation.

Xiao Mo squeezed his hand and said, "Well, I'll take a nap then."

He was indeed tired and sleepy, so Chu Jinglan let him hold his hand. After a while, Xiao Mo fell asleep with a steady breathing.

Chu Jinglan held Xiao Mo's fingers and was reluctant to let go for a long time. After a while, he gently let go of his hand, but controlled the gold chain to lengthen and wrapped the other end around his wrist.

The two of them formed the Red Luan Seal, and could share each other's magical instruments. After the golden chain was around his wrist, Chu Jinglan went to meditate on the low couch opposite the bed, just in time to complete today's spiritual training.

Xiao Mo slept lightly and comfortably, but after a short, dreamless sleep, a scene appeared in front of him, which was exactly the situation in Chu Jinglan's consciousness.

dream?

But not quite.

Xiao Mo slowly walked towards the lake from the edge, and after a few steps, he realized that this was not a dream, but that during his sleep, he unconsciously came to Chu Jinglan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiao Mo walked to the edge of the pond and was surprised to find that the dead silent place had undergone new changes compared to the last time he came.

The half-burnt red lotus stretched out its fresh and soft petals a little bit, and slowly spread over the burnt and withered part, as if it was about to fully recover. Not only that, Xiao Mo looked towards the edge of the pond, and among the withered and drooping nightshades, there was one that slightly raised its head, and at the edge of the pitch-black end, a bit of silver-blue color appeared.

Because it is the only color in the dull black, it is particularly eye-catching.

Xiao Mo walked happily to the side of the nightshade flower, squatted down and observed it carefully. Although it was very faint, it was indeed alive and no longer completely lifeless.

This shows that Chu Jinglan's mental state is indeed improving, and the speed is quite good.

Chu Jinglan realized that his previous practice could only suppress, not treat. As for the restoration of consciousness, as long as the right method is used and it is effective, then it will be twice the result with half the effort and he will recover quickly.

Xiao Mo raised the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but reach out and carefully touch the night lily.

He was full of tenderness, but at the moment he touched You Yetan, Xiao Mo's eyes suddenly blossomed, and in an instant he was away from the withered flowers and came to a strange place.

The sudden change startled Xiao Mo. He immediately became alert and cautious. However, when he looked around, Xiao Mo was stunned again.

——This is not a strange place, it is clearly the Chu family in the lower world.

The plaque on the gate of the Chu family mansion hangs high. For a long time, this gate often appeared in nightmares, like an insurmountable giant, or like the mouth of a giant beast, an obstacle that the two could not overcome.

But they have to overthrow their enemies.

The strange thing is, looking at it now, I don’t feel that the Chu family gate is that tall.

Why are you in the Chu family?

Xiao Mo was just thinking about it when he heard a quarrel inside the Chu family. A group of people rushed out. Xiao Mo couldn't dodge in time and was frightened. He was about to be hit!

But the next moment, no one was knocked away. Those people passed through Xiao Mo's body, and no one focused their eyes on him.

Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, looked down at his palm, and tentatively reached out to the person next to him, but ended up catching nothing.

It’s very similar to when he was a demon spirit, invisible and intangible to outsiders.

The people who ran out were all wearing servants' clothes. They were servants of the Chu family. They looked panicked and were obviously running for their lives. This was not what happened in Xiao Mo's memory. Xiao Mo looked at their expressions, thought of something, and widened his eyes slightly.

The Chu family was a wealthy and powerful family, so naturally they had many servants, and many people were fleeing. Xiao Mo walked against the crowd without encountering any hindrance. Soon, he met a man who was different from the other servants. He was wearing gorgeous clothes and was desperately trying to run away.

That face was both strange and familiar to him. It was strange because the facial expression was too distorted, which had changed the direction of his facial features and would startle anyone who saw it. It was familiar because he was one of Chu Jinglan's enemies, the young master of the Chu family, Chu Yusheng.

Xiao Mo remembered the faces of Chu Jinglan's enemies vividly.

Chu Yusheng and his servant were about to step out of the gate. His eyes widened with joy, but the next moment, the sword energy pierced through his chest from behind. Chu Yusheng and his two guards fell to the ground at the same time, and their bodies continued to fall forward and fell out of the Chu family's gate.

Screams were heard one after another on the street, and passers-by stayed away from it, and no one dared to come to find out what was going on.

Frost and snow condensed from the wounds caused by the sword energy, a feeling Xiao Mo was very familiar with.

He hurried into the Chu family compound. After Chu Yusheng died, the family head's wife lay on the ground and screamed: "Yusheng, my child——!"

The head of the Chu family covered his wound and knelt on the ground, unable to speak. The head's wife screamed. The death of her son had made her fear disappear, and she was left with only anger. She even had the courage to rush towards Chu Jinglan: "Give me back my son's life. How have we ever let you down——"

Before she finished her words, Chu Jinglan cut off her and the patriarch's neck with a sword, sending them both on their way.

After the man was dead, Chu Jinglan raised his sword and said to the corpse, "I know it was you who gave me the bowl of poisoned porridge when I was eleven."

...Chu Jinglan, it was really Chu Jinglan. Xiao Mo stood at the edge of the yard, staring blankly at this Chu Jinglan.

His cultivation was only at the initial stage of the Spirit Severing Realm. After coming to the lower realm, he was suppressed to the peak of the Yuan Infant Realm. However, his eyes were dead, and his clothes were soaked with blood, all of which was the blood of the Chu family. Every step he took would leave a long trail of blood behind him.

The yard was already littered with corpses, including the Chu family's direct descendants, assassins, and evil servants. Only Chu Shi was left, huddled in a corner, unable to scream in fear and without the strength to escape, and the great elder who was still breathing his last breath.

The tip of Chu Jinglan's sword brushed the ground, cutting open the river of blood on the ground. Frost froze up along the way he walked, and finally, he stopped in front of the Great Elder.

The great elder closed his eyes and uttered a few words hoarsely: "If I had known this earlier, if I had known this earlier!"

The Chu family didn't anticipate my talent in cultivation, so they treated Wanyu badly. If I had known this, should I have treated them and their son better earlier, so that Chu Jinglan would be completely loyal to the Chu family and there would be no need to use threats to keep him. Or should I just kill him and not have to worry about him anymore?

Chu Jinglan didn't want to know the answer, because these people only cared about themselves, and even if they regretted, it was never out of guilt and repentance.

He only knew that his mother was gone and that they were all enemies.

When the last sword fell, the great elder died, and all the enemies were killed.

Chu Jinglan took a step forward. Chu Shi was so frightened that he cried and trembled like a sieve. Seeing Chu Jinglan approaching step by step, he knelt down in front of Chu Jinglan in despair and kowtowed desperately.

"Brother Jinglan, please spare my life. I have never done anything to let you down. Please, please!"

His feet were banging against each other, but he still found that Chu Jinglan's footsteps were getting closer and closer. Just when he was in despair, the pair of legs actually passed him and continued to move forward.

Chu Shi's voice and movements stopped abruptly. He was in disbelief and did not dare to raise his head for a long time. However, he really could not help but confirm his situation, so he forced himself to raise his head.

All I saw was Chu Jinglan's back as he walked away from the Chu family.

Chu Jinglan ignored him and just left.

After the Chu family was exterminated, only eleven members of the Chu family were left alive.

Xiao Mo started chasing after him. He looked at Chu Jinglan's figure covered in blood and felt extremely heartbroken. Chu Jinglan did not even perform a cleansing spell on himself and just let the bloodstains drag behind him for a long time until the bloodstains dried up and the dust and mud covered all the traces.

Xiao Mo had already caught up with him, but before he could say anything, Chu Jinglan suddenly raised his sword and aimed it directly at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo was stunned.

Chu Jinglan's dark eyes reflected his figure, and the voice he spoke was filled with blood and ice: "Who are you?"

He can actually see me?

But Xiao Mo didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Although he was distracted by the scene of Chu Jinglan's revenge just now, as a person who is proficient in spiritual practice, Xiao Mo has already discovered that this is not only Chu Jinglan's memory, but also the fragments of his consciousness that were shattered in his sea of ​​​​consciousness.

When Xiao Mo touched You Yetan, he unexpectedly came to the depths of Chu Jinglan's sea of ​​consciousness.

No wonder Chu Jinglan’s mental state was so bad. These fragments were buried deep down, as if they were pressed in a grave. They could not be dissolved and could not return. We had to pick up these fragments and repair them bit by bit.

Chu Jinglan had recovered his memories from previous lives, so he naturally recognized Xiao Mo's face. Xiao Mo was not sure what he looked like in Chu Jinglan's eyes at the moment, so he asked Chu Jinglan to ask.

If he immediately said that he was Xiao Mo, would it not stimulate this spirit and cause greater damage?

The early stage of distraction meant that, in this conscious awareness, the time that Xiao Mo was separated from him was not too long.

Xiao Mo opened his mouth: "I..."

"They can't see you." Chu Jinglan raised his sword, "A cultivator from the upper realm? But you didn't stop me from killing people."

"My situation is a little special," Xiao Mo followed his words without saying yes or no, "I listened for a while outside. You have a blood feud with them. Naturally, it is not my business to interfere."

"I won't be a threat to you." In order to prove the credibility of his words, Xiao Mo raised his hand and touched the things around him. Chu Jinglan was surprised to see that his hand passed directly through the objects and couldn't touch them at all.

Chu Jinglan was shocked to see him passing through the objects. He didn't know what he was thinking about. His dead eyes trembled and even the hand holding the sword shook.

Then he looked at Xiao Mo with scrutiny, slowly put away his sword, and continued walking out without saying a word.

Xiao Mo followed him.

Xiao Mo knew that this road led to Wanyu Cemetery outside the city.

Sure enough, after walking out of Mucheng and along the road that he had walked full of hatred in his youth, Chu Jinglan stood in front of Wanyu's tombstone.

He did not say anything about revenge or anything like that. He just took out a piece of fine cloth and carefully wiped the tombstone clean and removed the weeds around the grave. He did not use any magic tricks, he did it all himself.

Xiao Mo wanted to help, but he couldn't touch the tombstone. He tried using magic and ended up wrapping up a weed with his spiritual power.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan were both stunned.

Xiao Mo came back to his senses after being stunned, and continued to use magic to help, but as he helped, his movements gradually slowed down. Not only that, he had to stop.

Because Chu Jinglan's gaze was too strong and piercing, he couldn't ignore it.

Xiao Mo turned around and met Chu Jinglan's shocked gaze: "...What's wrong?"

"Can you weed?" Chu Jinglan's dark eyes showed confusion, "But shouldn't you be my illusion?"

How can hallucinations have any impact on real things?

Chu Jinglan's expression suddenly froze, he drew his sword again and shouted: "Who on earth are you?"