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On the eighth day after Mo Ran's departure, Xue Zhengyong received his first letter.

Raccoon paper, the handwriting crooked, trying desperately to be correct, but to no avail.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm here today at Prosperity Ferry and everything is fine. There was an evil spirit
here a few days ago, but fortunately there were no casualties. I have already taken care of the water
spirits that caused the trouble, and now the ferry is very peaceful. I have received 500 silver cheques
from the boat captain and enclosed them with the letter. I wish to ask my aunt and master how they are
doing."

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One hundred and twentieth day, twenty-second letter.

"Uncle, please don't miss me. Recently, by chance, my nephew was able to obtain an extremely fine
spirit stone. If I were to put it on Xue Meng's Dragoncity scimitar, it would be a weapon of unparalleled
power, not quite the same as Shenwu's, but still very rare. Greetings to my aunt and my master."

One hundred and thirtieth day, twenty-fourth letter.

"Don't worry, uncle. Recently, I have been training in the Snow Valley, which is cold all day long and is
prone to producing exotic flowers and trees. When I first came here, my nephew's spiritual power was
low and my kung fu was not deep enough to pick them. These days, I have improved so much that I was
able to break through their defences and pick a dozen of them, which I sent back with a letter. I would
like to ask my aunt and master how they are doing."

The letters are often accompanied by a number of objects of interest, herbs and stones.

Apart from writing to Xue Zhengyong, Mo Ran would also write to Shi Mei privately, covering such trivial
matters as what he had seen in the four corners of the world and asking for warmth and clothing.

The ink pen blotted on the paper, and from the beginning there were still mistakes, but later on,
although the writing was not as good as it could be, it was straight and horizontal, and the structure
became more and more mature, and there were fewer and fewer mistakes.

A year has passed since then.

On this day, Xue Zhengyong was drinking his new spring tea when he received another letter from Mo
Ran.

He finished reading it with a smile and handed it to Madam Wang, who looked at it and laughed: "The
boy's handwriting is getting prettier and prettier."

"Like a man's"

"Who's that?"

Xue Zhengyong blew on the tea leaves and looked for a collection of ancient knotted notes from the
scrolls on his desk, "Look if Yu Heng's is not seven times more similar."

Mrs. Wang held the scroll and flipped through it, surprised, "It really does look like that."
"When he first came to the summit of death and life, he studied with Yu Heng. Yu Heng told him to read
a book first, but he couldn't read a few words. Then Yu Heng taught him for some time, from his own
name, to the simple ones, to the difficult ones." Xue Zhengyong shook his head, "He didn't learn
carefully at that time, he was always just drawing charms, but now he's doing well."

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Mrs. Wang laughed, "He should just go down the mountain and walk more, I see he's really calmed
down a lot while he's out there."

Xue Zhengyong also laughed and said, "I wonder what he will look like after five years of travel. How old
would he be then?"

"Twenty-two."

"Ugh." Xue Zhengyong sighed, seemingly with some emotion, "I thought Yu Heng would take them until
they were twenty, but man's plans are not as good as God's."

Mo Ran thinks so too.

He has travelled from Jiangnan, the land of smoke and rain, to Dasan Pass in the north of the country. In
the summer, he drank a sip of Vietnamese wine while sitting in the mash river, and in the winter, he
listened to a Qiang flute around a fire.

In his previous life, after he had become emperor, the world was all his, but he never set foot on all the
waters and mountains to see the fishing boats and lights in the east, or the flow of the kanji in the west,
never looked closely at the dark feet of the footman carrying the burden on the stone road, the flesh
cracked and the soles hard as iron. I have never heard the children in the reed pond babbling their
voices, their voices are like cracked silk.
"The beautiful flowers are all in bloom, like this, but they are all in ruins"

He is no longer Fairy Tramper and will never be Fairy Tramper again in his life. He is

"Big brother." It was the soft voice of a child in the workshop, "Big brother, can you help me save this
little bird? It has a broken wing and I, I don't know what to do."

"Little Your Mightiness ." This was the hoarse voice of the old village chief of Shishu, "Thank you, thank
you, if it weren't for you, our village would be full of widows and orphans, and we would have had to
leave our hometown when that demon was in turmoil. Your Mightiness, I will never forget your
kindness."

"Good man." It was the trembling voice of a beggar met on the road, "Good man, we have not had a full
meal for many days, please have mercy."

Mo Ran closes his eyes.

Opened again.

Because someone called him.

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"Patriarch Mo."

He was somewhat stung by this address, and looked up at the dark man who addressed him in this way,
rather helplessly: "I'm not a patriarch, my master is. Don't call me that again."
The man scratched his head nervously, "I'm sorry, everyone in the village calls you that, I know you don't
like it, but I can't change it."

Mo Ran has been living in a village on the edge of Lower Fairy World for the past few days. A few miles
away from the village stands a huge snowy mountain, where snow ghosts often come down to haunt.
Unfortunately, the village was too remote for the Night Wanderer to benefit from, so he had no choice
but to follow the map left behind by his master and try it out.

After many failures, he finally made his first one. The nightwalker he made was nowhere near as
beautiful or as handy as his master's, but the wooden figure creaked and rattled and it worked.

This novelty delighted the poor villagers, who called him Master Mo, much to Mo Ran's embarrassment.

But more embarrassment is yet to come.

It was an evening when the setting sun stained half the sky red. He was walking along the bustling
apricot grove path, returning from his studies at the Tai Shan Academy, when someone suddenly
shouted.

" Master Chu "

When he heard this name, Mo Ran didn't even have time to think before he immediately turned back,
and then he laughed at himself. There were so many magicians in the world with the surname Chu, and
now he was listening to the wind and thinking that it was his master who had woken up early.

How can this be.

He smiled and shook his head, and was about to turn around when he heard another shout, " Master
Chu "

""

Mo Ran was holding a pile of books and squinting at the crowd. Suddenly he saw someone waving to
him, but he was too far away to get a good look at the man's face, only a rough idea of his clothes and
physique.

The man soon approached, but when Mo Ran and he could make out each other's features, they both
froze in unison.

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"You are."

" Mo Ran ." He reacted before the other man, clutching his scroll and inconvenienced by his luggage, he
nodded briefly, his eyes resting curiously on the young man's face for a moment, "I didn't expect to
meet Mr. Nangong here, what a coincidence."

The man who called him 'Master Chu' was Nangong Si, the first son of the School of Confucianism.

Mo Ran had never met him in his previous life because he had died young, but unlike Chu Wanning, who
had been a guest of the School of Confucianism, Nangong Si must have known him well. Mo Ran looked
him up and down, pausing for a moment to look at the bag of arrows Nangong Si carried in his hand.

It was a very old cloth arrow capsule with an embroidered camellia pattern, which had faded over time,
and the brightly coloured leaves were faintly yellowed, as if the fragrance embroidered on the cloth
could not last forever and would one day fade.
Nangong Si's body is so bright and shiny, except for the arrow capsule, which is so torn that you can see
the stitching clearly, and Mo Ran knows that this capsule must be precious to him, but who in this world
does not have two or three things that are precious to him?

No one is as simple and heartless as they seem.

Nangong Si frowned: " Mo Ran remembered. Master Chu's disciple"

"Hmm."

In that case, Nangong Si's attitude was a little better and he said, "Sorry, I was far away. Looking at your
figure and dress, I thought it was the Sovereign who had left the gate early and I didn't know."

Mo Ran took his gaze away from the arrow sac and did not ask too many questions unknowingly, but
replied calmly, "Hearing you shout like that just now, I also thought it was the Master who had left the
gate early, and I instead did not know."

Nangong Si smiles, perhaps because of his noble birth, but even when he laughs, there is still a certain
arrogance between his handsome brows. His arrogance is different from that of Xue Meng, who is proud
of his talent, but Nangong Si seems to be more hostile, a bit arrogant and irascible.

But he was extremely well-born, and this hostility did not make him frightening, but rather more wild.

Mo Ran can't help but think to himself, "Nangong Si, Nangong Si, what a free-spirited horse.

He was lost in thought when he heard Nangong Si say, "I was sad for a long time when Master Chu was
tragically killed when the ghost world was split. When he wakes up, I will definitely visit him at the top of
the world of death and life."
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"Then I'll be waiting for you, Your Excellency."

Nangong Si waved his hand and suddenly saw the book in Mo Ran's hand and wondered, "What is
brother Mo doing here?"

"Reading."

Nangong Si thought that he was talking about reading, he should be reading some obscure and difficult
scrolls, but when he took a closer look, he found that they were just some classics such as the Book of
Rites, and he was stunned at first, and then said, "These are all basic scriptures, I memorized them all
when I was a child, what is the use of reading them"

Mo Ran was not ashamed, and with an open gaze said, "When I was a kid, I couldn't even write my own
name."

"Ahem," Nangong Si said with some embarrassment, "I've enrolled in a school."

"Hmm. These days it just so happens that I have to collect some spirit stones for cultivation on Mount
Tai, and seeing that the Apricot Grove Academy has opened a new lecture, I have nothing to do around
here, so I came over to listen to it."

Nangong Si nodded his head and, seeing that it was getting late, said, "I see, brother Mo has not yet had
dinner. Since you are here in the Confucianism School and you are a disciple of Master Chu, it is only
natural that I should show my hospitality. My companion is waiting for me at a restaurant nearby, so
why don't you join me for a drink?"

Mo Ran thought about it and decided there was nothing to do anyway, so he said, "I'd be happy to."
"The Dancing Summer House. One of the most famous restaurants in the Linyi area. They make the best
fatty sausages.

"How come I've never heard of it." Mo Ran laughed, "One of the best restaurants in Upper Fairy World.
You're a good choice of place, Mr Nangong."

"I didn't pick the place."

"Oh, that's..."

Nangong Si said, "My companion picked it out."

As someone who had lived a lifetime, Mo Ran was more or less aware of the intricacies of the
Confucianism School and, although he kept his mouth shut, he was surprised and thought to himself:
"Ye Wangxi is here too!

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But as he followed Nangong Si up to the restaurant, he lifted the beaded curtain of his room and
stepped inside. The person inside nearly choked him

Song Qiutong, dressed in a lightly robed plain dress, was at the window. The peach blossoms were in full
bloom outside, and she turned around at the sound of her voice.

Mo Ran's half-foot, which had gone in, subconsciously retracted.

He wondered if it was too late to tell Nangong Si that he didn't like Lu cuisine, especially fatty sausages
with nine turns.
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Chapter 122: The Reflection of the Master

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"Come, brother Mo, let me introduce you, this is a young sister of mine, Song Qiutong."

In the end, he sat down and let Nangong Si introduce him at the table. Song Qiutong Song Qiutong, who
knew exactly where she had a mole on her back and a birthmark on the base of her leg, didn't need
Nangong Si to tell him anything else.

But his face was still tense, and he nodded with restraint, " Aunt Song, Mother."

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"This is Master Chu's own disciple, Mo Weiyu from the Top of the Dead. You should have seen him at
Butterfly Town before, but there were so many people there that you probably don't remember."

Song Qiutong smiled warmly, rose and bowed, "My daughter Qiutong, I have met Mo Ran."

""

Mo Ran didn't get up, and his dark eyes looked at her for a long time before he said, "You're welcome."

Mo Ran was disgusted by his wife in his previous life. This disgust did not come after his reincarnation,
but in his previous life, it was so deeply rooted in his bones that it was indelible.

On previous occasions, he had not met her directly, so although he resented her, he was not as unhappy
as he was today.

She was a soft and delicate woman, always soft-spoken. She is like a green fruit on a tree in early
autumn, hidden behind lush foliage, not as fragrant as the flowers and not as attractive in colour, but
very attractive, with a slender, full body that is packed with endless greenness and tenderness, as if you
could taste the sweetness of the juice with a gentle nibble.
It is only when you get deep inside that you find a rotting, smelly worm lying dead inside the kernel, its
body dripping with pus and mouldy spots.

It is true that Song Qiutong did not seem to have done anything more evil than he did in his previous
life. The only thing she did was to betray the Confucianism School, which saved her life. It was only when
Mo Ran massacred the city that she tributed Ye Wangxi to save herself. She was overjoyed to be
rewarded by Mo Ran when Linyi's corpse was in danger, and she dressed up in gold and silver to serve
her new master with care.

After the massacre, she wept in front of Ye Wangxi's corpse, which would never speak again, to show
her heart, saying that Ye Wangxi had treated her badly and had never given her a good day, and that if
Mo Ran had not come, she would have been a cow and a horse for Ye for the rest of her life.

What's more.

Mo Ran thought in silence.

What else

Nangong Si is an impatient man and when a few dishes were delayed, he went to rush them. So only the
former husband and wife were left in the compartment.

"Sir Mo, let me toast you." She poured wine for him, half her small arm peeking out from her water
sleeve, a bit of sweet red vermilion on her wrist.

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By some miracle, Mo Ran raised his hand and strangled her wrist.
She gave a soft yelp and raised her eyes, looking at him in fear and confusion, her gaze as soft as a green
onion with water: "Sir Mo, what are you doing?"

Mo Ran stared at her face for a moment, his gaze dropping to rest on her delicate, jade-fingered, puffy
hands.

"What a good pair of hands." Ryoko said softly, with a cold look, " Aunt Song can mother play chess"

"Slightly, slightly versed in one or two things."

"Such good hands, when they can also play a good game of chess." He said coldly. Outside came the
sound of Nangong Si's footsteps and his tamed wolfhound, barking right at the door.

"Excuse me." Mo Ran loosened Song Qiutong's wrist, then took a handkerchief and carefully wiped his
fingers clean.

Outside, the sun shines brightly and the dragon shines brightly, while here, a banquet is held on a spring
night.

Mo Ran looked as normal as if nothing had happened. Song Qiutong was despised for no reason, but she
had always been able to endure it and even got up to pour Mo Ran a drink.

He would not drink the wine she poured, so he never touched the glass again.

Nangong Si said, "Brother Mo, it won't be long before the Lingshan Mountain Conference, and you are
at least Master Chu's disciple, so you can't let him lose face. Are you ready?"
"I'm not going."

"You can't be serious."

"Really." Mo Ran laughed, "It's enough for my cousin to go. All the sects in the world are rushing to
Lingshan Mountain and I don't want to go because I'm afraid of the hustle and bustle."

Nangong Si didn't seem convinced at all, his brown eyes narrowed like a hawk's eye.

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But Mo Ran's eyes looked at him openly and without reservation.

The eagle stared at the rocks for a while and found that they were really just rocks, hiding no cunning
rabbits or slippery snakes.

He leaned back in his chair, twirled his chopsticks and suddenly grinned: "Something interesting, then I
won't see you at the Lingshan Mountain Conference"

"Can't see me."

Nangong Si added his hand to his forehead and snorted, " Master Chu's disciples are so good that they
don't even bother to attend such an event."

""
Mo Ran said, "It's hard to say, how can I explain it?" He was a thirty-something year old fraud, and he
had Fairy Tramper playing with a bunch of young kids who were just starting out, and he had a circle of
palms on stage that he had killed and beaten up in his previous life, and they had to hold up little signs
for him and score little points.

It's nonsense.

Coughing, he said, "It's not that I don't want to take part, but I'm not good at orthodox arts and I've not
learnt them well, so if I go, I'm afraid I'll be a disgrace to my master. If I go, I am afraid I would be a
disgrace to my master.

A naive young bird like Xue Meng would have been delighted to hear this, thinking that Mo Ran had got
it right, but Nangong Si was at the Confucianism School, a school with a complex set of factions, and had
lost his mother since he was a child. But Nangong Si, a young boy in a school of Confucianism with a
complicated faction and without a mother, had not lived a simple life, so when he heard Mo Ran's
compliments, he just laughed and did not feel unaware of them.

He took a few gulps of wine and rolled the knot in his throat, then wiped his sleeve and said, "Since
Duke Mo is not competing and is a spectator, why don't you guess who the leader of this tournament
will end up being"

"" Mo Ran thought to himself, "You're damn right you're asking the right person.

Who else knows better than him, except for the fake Gouchen, who may well have been reborn, and of
course he, Mo Weiyu, is the only person in the world who knows the outcome of the Lingshan Mountain
debate.

The winner is

" Nangong Si ."

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Suddenly, the beaded curtain of the compartment was lifted and a face half shrouded in shadow sank
into the wavering light. The two men in the room had not yet reacted, but Song Qiutong stood up as if
he had been stabbed by a needle, his face full of pitying fear, and bowed his head in an apologetic voice:
"Ye, Mr. Ye."

The visitor is straight, dressed in a black coat embroidered with dark gold trim, wearing wrist guards,
and with an extremely thin waist. His eyebrows are three parts beauty and seven parts handsomeness,
who else but Ye Wangxi?

"No call for you." Ye Wangxi didn't even look at her, stepped away from the beaded curtain and stepped
inside, his gaze resting on the same person, looking cold but shining with some other fine stream of
light, " Nangong Si, it's you I'm calling for. You're going to hear me, raise your head."

Instead of looking up, Nangong Si said to Song Qiutong, "Why are you standing up and sitting down?"

"No, Prince Nangong, I am of humble rank, so I will stand."

Nangong Si suddenly burst into a rage and bellowed, "Sit down."

Song Qiutong flinches a little, holding onto the edge of the table, hesitating.

Ye Wangxi, not wanting to be so standoffish, said coldly, "You listen to him."

"Many thanks, Sir Ye."

Ye Wangxi paid no more attention to Song Qiutong, but said, " Nangong Si, how much longer are you
going to make a scene palmist are mad. Get up and come back with me."
"That's best. I'll just pretend he's crazy, he'll pretend I'm dead... there's no more talk about going back,
and I won't set foot back in the School of Confucianism until he takes back his orders." Nangong Si said
in one word, "Ye, Gong, Zi, please go back."

"You" Ye Wangxi's hands were clenched into fists and he was trembling slightly. Mo Ran looked on and
felt as if he would kick over the banquet table at any moment and grab Nangong Si and drag him away.

"Nangong Si." He was silent for a few moments, and then he spoke, his voice was hoarse, with a
weariness that ran counter to his upright face, "Do you really want to go this far?"

"So what if it is."

Ye Wangxi closes his eyes, sighs imperceptibly, and slowly opens them again. He was standing at the
table when he finally turned his head to look at Mo Ran.

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Mo Ran stood up, saluted Ye Wangxi and said, "I just remembered that I have an appointment to pick up
my clothes from the garment shop in the evening, so I'll be late and keep the shopkeeper waiting.

Ye Wangxi nodded towards him, "Many thanks, Sir Mo."

"No thanks, no thanks, you guys have a good chat."

Mo Ran walked past Ye Wangxi, and when he crossed his shoulders with him, he glanced at him
intentionally. Only when he got closer did he realise that although Ye Wangxi was still as sturdy as a pine
and cypress, he had a slight redness at the end of his eyes, as if he had just cried before he arrived.

Mo Ran suddenly felt that Ye Wangxi's patience was somewhat similar to that of Chu Wanning.
For a moment, his heart swelled and he could not help but turn back to Nangong Si and say, " Mr.
Nangong, although I do not know what is going on between you and Mr. Ye, I think he treats you very
well. If you are willing, talk to him properly, don't hide what you have to say."

Nangong Si was ungrateful, and in his anger, he said coldly, regardless of his affinity, "It's none of your
business."

""This short-lived ghost

Mo Ran was gone. Before he reaches the stairs, he hears Nangong Si's angry shout from the
compartment, the wolf-dog youth tearing at Ye Wangxi's soul with his sharp teeth. He was questioning
him

"Ye Wangxi, what have you put into my father's head to make him see you as more important than me?

The table fell over with a clang and the chairs crumpled, plates and cups fell to the ground.

All the maids standing in the aisles were frightened, and some guests poked their heads out of their
compartments.

"What's wrong?"

"Ouch, who's so grumpy? Look at this, don't smash up the restaurant."

Mo Ran pursed her lips and glanced back at the end of the walkway again.

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He heard Ye Wangxi's voice, dried and withered like a dead leaf in autumn, lifeless.
" Nangong, if I'm the one who's making you unhappy to stay at home. Then I'll go and never appear
before your eyes again."

""

"You go back." Ye Wangxi said, "Please."

Mo Ran would never have believed that a man as straight as Ye Wangxi would say such a weak word as
"beg" if he hadn't heard it himself.

In his mind, Ye Wangxi was a gentleman of the eight winds, a god of war who was invincible. Mo Ran
could imagine him bleeding but not shedding tears, his death but not kneeling.

But today, in a restaurant, in front of Song Qiutong, he said to a man, "Please.

Mo Ran closes his eyes.

How much one lives one's life and how many things one does not know

No one is naked in front of people. People hide their bodies with their clothes, their emotions with their
words and expressions. People wrapped themselves heavily, with their necks holding their heads out
like flowering branches, and all of them gave the world a distinctive face, those who sang in Qing Yi sang
in Qing Yi, those who sang in Xiao Sheng sang in Xiao Sheng, and the world was like a theatre, with
distinctive roles for life, death, purity, end and clown.

After singing for a long time, who can accept that the water sleeves are pulled up and the phoenix eyes
are hooked, and the song turns to Dan
But when the cymbals cease, the lutes are silent, and the night is late, everyone washes off their heavy
grease, and the greasy water stains take away the angular faces of the day, revealing unfamiliar
features.

It turns out that the flower girl is a heroic boy, while the wusheng has a pair of tender and loving eyes.

Mo Ran returned to his temporary cottage and wondered how much he had seen of all beings and how
much he had seen of himself after living two lives

One Chu Wanning, and his heart is born and dies, and dies and comes back to life, Chu Wanning

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He then remembered that today Nangong Si had mistaken him for Chu Wanning, which was a bit
amusing, but how could it be wrong?

But when I washed up, I suddenly noticed the person in the bronze mirror, tied in a high ponytail and
wearing a simple white warlock's robe.

The ponytail was tied randomly in the morning, and the warlock's robe was because the old clothes
were smaller some days ago. He went to the shop to pick out clothes, and when he turned around he
found a beautiful white dress, and without thinking much about why he thought it was beautiful, he
bought it and put it on his body.

Looking in the mirror, it suddenly dawned on him.

It turns out that this white dress is so similar to the one Chu Wanning once wore.

Mo Ran looks at the man in the mirror, as if seeing pieces of Chu Wanning through the heavy colours of
this dream, and sees his phantom.
The water from the wash had not been dried and ran down the line of the chin, which was hardening.

He stood in front of the mirror and more or less understood that, just as his nocturnal wanderer was
clumsily imitating Chu Wanning's nocturnal wanderer, he himself was clumsily imitating his own master.

Mo Ran subconsciously searches for Chu Wanning in the red world, but when he cannot find him, he
slowly becomes him.

The years have gone by. I'm overwhelmed by remorse, or otherwise.

I don't see you, and I think about what you would do if you were in a situation like this. What would you
see that would make you smile, and what would annoy you.

I think of you before I do everything and want to make you happy when I do everything.

I thought, "If you were there and I did this, would you nod your head and would you be willing to
compliment me a little bit and say I did the right thing?"

I thought this every day, every day, buried in the marrow of my bones, and it became a habit. So then,
ah, even I didn't realize it.

It turns out that as time goes by, I have already lived the way I thought you would.

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Chapter 123: The Master Enters My Dreams, and I Will Remember You Forever

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"Daoist Master Zhao, Daoist Master Li, you've all read the listings... the dark horse that emerged from
the Lingshan Mountain Conference is really something."
In the teahouse on Pearl Beach, a few casual practitioners are talking about the hotter news of the
jianghu than the hot tea over a plate of peanuts and a pot of hot tea.

"Of course I've been watching it for a long time. The winner was actually the Top of the Dead, a sect of
Lower Fairy World, which pissed off the old men of Upper Fairy World. Especially the Confucianism
School, ouch, I'm afraid their ancestors' coffin board will not be able to hold down the winning little Your
Mightiness is called Xue Phoenix, right?"

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"Ahahahahahaha, Xue Fenghuang Lao Zhao, you're killing me, Fenghuang is his nickname, his surname is
Xue, his name is Meng, his name is Meng, his old son is Xue Zhengyong. His father is Xue Zhengyong. A
tiger's father has no son, this Xue Meng is very good."

There was a tall man in a cloak sitting by the fire, drinking his own oil tea. When he heard them say this,
the man suddenly gave a low "hmmm", his tea resting on his lips, not moving again.

"They say he's a phoenix's chick, and that's not true. All the other young masters have Shenwu, but he's
so good that he can cut people off with a machete."

"Then you don't even see whose disciple he is Evening Yu Heng's disciple, can he be a vegetarian?"

"But I think it was a close win for Xue Meng. Haven't you heard that Xue Meng and Nangong Si fought it
out in a two-way match, and if it wasn't for that girl Nangong Si was carrying, hey, if you ask me, it would
have been a close call."

The man who had been listening to the words finally put down his hanging tea.

He looked back, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, his autumn water was frosty, and he had a very
good complexion. He smiled at the monks and said, "Greetings, fellow monks. I was in the mountains
some days ago, not knowing the morning and evening of the sun and moon, so I missed the Lingshan
Mountain Conference. I was curious to hear you all say that Xue Meng had won the top prize, so I
wondered if I could ask you a few more questions."

The men were eager to have an audience and greeted Mo Ran warmly, making room for him to sit with
them.

Mo Ran was not rude, he was much more stable now than when he had just come down from the
mountain. He asked the teahouse proprietor to add six pots of Lingshan Mountain Miao Yu, and served
them with honeyed dates, sour nuts, sweet cheese and cherries, and snake gall melon seeds, before
smiling and saying, "Xue Meng is a proud son of heaven, and even without Shenwu, it is not too
surprising that he came first. But I heard from you all that Nangong Si of the Confucianism School had
brought a girl with him when they faced each other.

The circle was full of men, always happy to tell more about the girl, even though she wasn't theirs.

"Isn't it true that the land of beauty buries its heroes, otherwise with Nangong Si's spells, it's not certain
that Xue Meng would have got the upper hand."

"That's interesting." The result was not the same as in the previous life, when Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si
had won first place in the Lingshan Mountain competition. Mo Ran originally thought that Chu
Wanning's death had spurred Xue Meng on, causing the young phoenix to launch herself, but now it
seems that the variables are not just Xue Meng's.

"I wonder what that girl is again."

"That girl's name is Song, I don't remember what her name is, but she's very pretty. I think the boy from
Confucianism School has taken her heart for good."

"More than beautiful, she is simply beautiful. If I were Nangong Si, I would rather not be number one on
Lingshan Mountain than to make the beauty happy."
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Mo Ran :""

Sure enough.

Lingshan Mountain was divided into a single-player competition, a two-player match, and a group
elimination, with the three places being summed to arrive at the final winner.

In a previous life, Xue Meng and Shi Mei were pitted against Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi. Ye Wangxi was
the most powerful person in the world apart from Chu Wanning, so the result of this match was
predictable. But in this life, I don't know what went wrong, but Nangong Si didn't work with Ye Wangxi,
and instead brought Song Qiutong, a woman, to hold him back!

Mo Ran put down his tea and raised his hand to rub the corner of his forehead.

I really don't know what that guy was thinking.

"Women, women, even Nangong Si's wild horses have been tamed," someone exclaimed, and the
others laughed.

Mo Ran couldn't resist asking, "What about Ye Wangxi?"

"What."

Mo Ran said, "Ye Wangxi."

Mo Ran's heart felt a little sad as he watched the crowd in confusion. How could you not know that this
was the God of War who had given him so much pain in his last life?

So he gestured, "Another son of the School of Confucianism, long-legged, tall, good-tempered, not much
of a talker, with a sword, and" and Mo Ran sighed at the dumbfounded look on everyone's face, already
vaguely aware of the outcome, but still finishing the last few words He finished.

"And a bow."

"I don't know."

"No fame for this one."

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"Brother, who did you hear that from? At the Lingshan Mountain Conference the Confucianism School
put out sixteen disciples to face the competition, none of whom were surnamed Ye."

Fittingly, in this life, Ye Wangxi did not take part in the war.

Mo Ran was silent for a moment, thinking of Ye Wangxi telling Nangong Si in the restaurant, "You come
back, I'll go.", he was suddenly a little intolerant and a little uneasy.

This can't be true

Ye Wangxi, has he really left the Confucianism School?

In his previous life, Ye Wangxi told his executioners that he wanted to be buried at the Confucianism
School's hero's grave, next to Nangong Si's. Mo Ran couldn't stop sighing at how such a subtle change of
events had turned into a ripple of infinite proportions.

Then the heavens turned upside down and the seas turned into fields.

It turns out that the vagaries of destiny can be so turbulent that it takes a sacrifice of hot blood and
bitter tears to bring back the prodigal son and release the former grudge.

For example, he is a great example of Chu Wanning.

But changes of fortune can be silent, as in the case of Ye Wangxi to Nangong Si.

Perhaps it was just that Nangong Si had taken Ye Wangxi in that day at the inn, and when he was thirsty
at night, he got up and asked for a pot of tea downstairs, where he happened to meet the poor Song
Qiutong.

Maybe Song Qiutong poured him a glass of water, or maybe she stumbled on her way up the stairs
because she had trouble with her legs, who knows.

Or maybe it was just that he drank recklessly and dribbled some onto his broad chest, and she was
careful, handing him a handkerchief.

The clouds were light at the time, and about Nangong Si simply said thank you.

But none of them knew that their lives had been changed by a handkerchief, a glass of water and a
thank you. Only none of the people involved heard the loud clang of fate: the
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Nangong Si yawns and goes upstairs.

Song Qiutong Slender stood looking at him.

And Ye Wangxi is in his room, lighting a candle and reading an unfinished volume.

In his previous life, Mo Ran did not know the sky was high and thought he was Tongtian and had
penetrated the cycle of life and death.

Now I realise that they are all floating weeds in the world, blown away by the wind and drifted by the
rain overnight. A stone cast by those on the shore can smash the green souls to pieces.

How lucky he is to have drifted away and come back to Chu Wanning.

I can still do my filial duty in front of my master and say to Chu Wanning, "I'm sorry that I failed you."

Finish your tea and say goodbye to the crowd.

The wind is picking up outside and the rain will soon fall.

Mo Ran drew up his cloak and headed off into the deep hazel woods.

His figure grows more and more distant, more and more vague, gradually becoming a small dot in the
twilight, like a blotted ink stain in a washbasin, eventually fading into invisibility.

"Rumble."
A thunderclap exploded in the gloomy sky, purple lightning and green light, and the rain came like a
thousand horses.

"It's falling rain." Someone in the teahouse poked his head out to see, felt the thundering alarmingly,
and shrank back.

"It's raining so hard that no one is harvesting the sun-dried grain at home and it's going to get soaked."

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"Forget it, boss lady, another pot of tea. We'll go home again when it's clear."

Mo Ran is sprinting in the rain, running in the rain, fleeing in the rain, hiding from the thirty-two years he
spent in his previous absurd life.

He wondered if such a rainstorm could wash away his evil, Chu Wanning forgave him, but he himself did
not. His mind was heavy and he was going to be driven out of breath by himself.

He was willing to spend the rest of his life doing good deeds to pay for it.

But can the pouring rain of the rest of his life really wash away the sin in his bones and the filth in his
blood?

He hated the fact that he couldn't let the rain fall for five years at a time.

I just want to be a little bit cleaner when Chu Wanning wakes up and I stand in front of the Master, a
little bit cleaner.
He did not want to be as dirty as he is today, as dirty as mud, as dirty as dust, as dirty as the dirt on the
bottom of a footman's shoe, as dirty as the ash inside the seam of a beggar's nail.

He just wants to do better, and better, before Chu Wanning wakes up.

This is how the world's worst and worst pupil may, with some faint courage, call out again to the world's
best and best master.

That night, Mo Ran fell ill.

He had always been hard and strong, and when such a man fell ill, it was often as uncontrollable as a
landslide.

He lay in bed, covered with a thick quilt, and fell asleep. During the night he dreamed of his past life, of
how he had tormented Chu Wanning, of Chu Wanning struggling under him, of Chu Wanning dying in his
arms. He woke up from his sleep to a miserable wind and rain outside. He fumbled with the flint to light
the candle, but no matter how he hit it, it would not light.

He threw the flint aside in a self-loathing manner, burying his face in his palms and rubbing it hard as he
pulled at his hair in agony, the knot in his throat rolling and a beastly howl coming from his throat.

He escaped death, he escaped condemnation, but ultimately he could not escape his own heart.

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He was so scared that sometimes he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and
sometimes he would constantly try to make sure he was awake or asleep.

He was in pain and felt his soul split in two, the one from his past life and the one from his present life.
These two souls were tearing each other apart, one spitting at the other for being full of blood and
heartlessness, and the other, not to be outdone, questioning the other why he had nothing to do and
had the face to live in this world.

The spirits of this life are raging against the spirits of the past life: the

Mo Weiyu, Fairy Tramper, you're no good, why did you commit such a sin?

I want to start all over again, why do you haunt me, in dreams, in drunkenness, in lights, jumping out at
me with a twisted face to curse me every time I'm caught off guard?

Curse me that I shall never die and that evil will be done to me.

You curse that all this is a dream that will one day shatter again, you curse that one day I will wake up
and find myself still lying in the Wushan Palace, and you laugh out loud that I have never been loved in
my life.

The only person who was willing to die for me was the one who got him killed.

But is that me?

No, it's not me, it's you, Fairy Tramper, it's you, Mo Weiyu.

I am not like you, I am different from you

There is no blood on my hands, I

I can start all over again.

The other half of the soul also hisses and whines, it opens its sharp mouth, its face is twisted.

Aren't you sorry?

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Didn't you do it wrong?

Then why don't you go and die and why don't you use your blood to pay tribute to the people you hurt
for no reason in your past life

Bastard Hypocrisy

What is the difference between you and me? I am Mo Weiyu, aren't you? You carry the sins of your past
life, you carry the memories of your past life, you can never get rid of me, I am you I am the nightmare is
your mind, the gods and goddesses of the heavens knocking at your sickening soul.

Start over

Why should you have any face, who are you to start all over again You have kept the world in the dark,
you have kept those who love you in the dark.

You do all the good deeds you can, just to wipe out that pathetic little guilt you feel ha Mo Weiyu, don't
you dare let them know what you were like in your past life

Don't you dare let Chu Wanning know that in a previous life, it was you who stabbed him in the neck
and made him bleed to death, and that it was you who caused the world to starve and mourn
It's you.

I am you and you are me, you can't escape, I am you, Mo Weiyu, don't you dare say no!

Driven to near madness, Mo Ran went back to the edge of the bed to fumble with the flint, trying his
best to light the candle and dispel the hideous blackness of his fingers and claws.

But even the candles did not want him, the candles did not even bother to save him.

He was thrown into the darkness, his trembling hands grazing the flint one by one, one by one, nothing,
nothing at all.

He finally collapsed on his bed and howled. He kept apologising, and in the night it was as if there were
people around his bed, all of them cursing him, all of them demanding his life, all of them telling him
that he had been evil all his life, and Mo Ran didn't know what to do, he suddenly became very helpless,
all he could do was to keep saying: "I'm sorry I'm sorry", but no one paid any attention to him.

No one forgives him.

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His forehead rolled and his heart burned like fire.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear someone sighing softly.

He opened his eyes amidst the spirits and ghosts, and he saw Chu Wanning coming, still as white as
ever, with wide sleeves and wide robes, his brow as strong as ever.

He came over to him and walked over to his bed.

Mo Ran choked out, "Master do I not deserve to see you again"

Chu Wanning did not speak, but picked up the flint and slowly lit the candle that Mo Ran had never lit
before.

Where there is a Master, there is fire.

Where there is Chu Wanning, there is light.

He stood in front of the candelabra, his long, slender eyelashes drooping, he lifted his eyes and looked at
Mo Ran in silence, before smiling serenely, a very light smile.

He said, "Go to sleep Mo Ran, look, the light is on. Don't you be afraid."

Mo Ran's heart felt like it had been hit hard by something dull and heavy, and he felt his skull cracking
with pain as he thought the words sounded familiar, as if he had heard them before sometime.

But he couldn't remember.

Chu Wanning brushes away his sleeves and sits on the edge of his bed. It is cold and rainy and the night
is entering Wu, but the house is warm. The darkness is gone.

Chu Wanning said, "I'll stay with you."

His heart was astringent and aching at the words, almost twisted into a knot.
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"Master, don't you go." He took Chu Wanning's hand under his wide sleeve.

"Good."

"It'll be dark when you're gone."

Mo Ran cried, feeling a little ashamed, he lifted his other hand and covered his eyes, "Please, don't leave
me I beg you I really I really don't want to be an emperor anymore, Master don't you don't want me"

" Mo Ran "

"Please." Perhaps it was the fever that made him a little foggy in the head and made him extra
vulnerable. Or perhaps he knew vaguely in his heart that this was actually a dream of his own, and knew
that when he woke up Chu Wanning would be gone, so he couldn't stop mumbling, "Please, don't don't
want me."

This night, outside the window, countless spirits banged on the window, as if they wanted to enter the
house and claim his life.

But in Mo Ran's dream, Chu Wanning lit the lamp, and the faint glow dispelled the endless chill, and Chu
Wanning said, "Yes, I'm not leaving."

"No go."

"No go."
Mo Ran tries to say thank you, but a whimper comes out of his throat, the sound of a canine trying to be
careful to please, with a hint of resignation.

"You all said you wouldn't leave, that you wouldn't leave me behind." Nearly falling into a dream, Mo
Ran's eyes half-open, suddenly muddled, murmuring, "But in the end, no one wants me. No one cares
about me, I've been an outcast for half my life who adopts me for a few days and then abandons me
again I'm so tired really Master I'm really tired, I can't take it anymore, I can't walk anymore"

Like the stray dog who lives on the wind, homeless, with dirty fur and torn paws, and has to compete
with beggars and feral cats for food in order to survive.

He has been bullied for so long that he doesn't trust anyone, and when he sees someone crouch down
towards him, the family dog may think it's to feed him, but the abandoned dog only thinks someone is
going to hit him with a stone. He walks, walks, walks, walks with anxiety and grimaces at everyone, it's
his life.

"Master, if one day, you don't want me anymore, just kill me, don't lose me."

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He choked back a sob and whispered.

"The feeling of being given up one at a time is so unbearable that I'd rather die."

He was really burnt out.

In the end, he didn't know where he was and gradually lost track of who the person in his dream was.

" Mother ." Before falling asleep, he said one last thing, "It's getting dark and I'm scared I want to go
home."
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Chapter 124: Resurrection of the Master

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The red lotus, the boundary outside the water pavilion, flows with a fine light in the morning and
evening. Those inside do not come out, nor can those outside enter.

Five years have gone by in a flash, and the world has changed like a horse's lamp, every day and every
night, every decade and every month.

Those years in the teahouse, in the history books, eventually became a line of small words, became a
paragraph of commentary.

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The past is a memory, looking back

In the first year of Chu Wanning's retreat, his disciple Mo Ran left the mountain, while Xue Meng Shi Mei
stayed at the summit of Death and Life to pursue his own discipline.

This year, Mo Ran's writing was a little better than usual, Xue Meng broke through the ninth level of the
Silent Blade, and Shi Mei went to Lonely Moonlit at the end of the year to have a sparring session with
the Pill Sect and gained a lot.

During this period, Mo Ran visits the Chang family, a salt merchant in Yizhou, on a personal matter to
pay a visit to Mr. Chang. But he learns that he has died a few days ago. Mo Ran learns about the
collusion between Mr. Chang and the fake Gouchen in the ghost world and wants to find out more.

The trail is broken.

In the second year of Chu Wanning's retreat, the Xianxia community organised the Lingshan Mountain
Conference, where Xue Meng won the top prize, followed by Mei Hanxue and Nangong Si. Shi Mei was
the first to win the title, Mei Hanxue was the second and Nangong Si the third. Shi Mei was the first to
win the title in the Lower Fairy World, while Mo Ran travelled to the north of Jiangnan, eliminating
demons and doing good deeds.

In the third year of Chu Wanning's retreat, the year of ghosts is in full swing. When the boundaries of
the former Butterfly Town bloodbath are weakened, sprites and ghosts emerge and cry out at night, Xue
Meng leads his disciples from the Peak of Death and Life to suppress them. Although the ghosts do not
return, Lower Fairy World is still plagued by a year of disaster.

In order to protect themselves, each of the nine sects sent 100 disciples to guard the borders of Upper
and Lower Fairy World and build a wall to stop the ghosts and strangers from crossing the border.

The poor people who had no home to return to were kept outside the walls, and the city was fortified
against ghosts as well as people. Xue Zhengyong has repeatedly negotiated with Upper Fairy World, but
to no avail. The blood of the disciples at the top of Butterfly Town was spilled in vain.

At the end of the year, Mo Ran receives a letter from his uncle, who is in seclusion in the mountains, and
learns that the Middle Shu Area is in turmoil and he has reentered the red world.

Chu Wanning is in his fourth year of retreat.

Mo Ran and Xue Meng fought side by side as the two sons of Death and Life led their men through
Lower Fairy World to vanquish evil spirits and vanquish villains. In the end, they faced off in Butterfly
Town, where Xue Meng killed over a thousand demons and drove out a hundred ghosts, while Mo
Weiyu repaired the rift in the sky and sealed the evil spirits with his own strength.

After this battle, the Upper Fairy World was removed from its defences and the people of the Lower
Fairy World were allowed to enter.

Xue Meng Mo Ran, the former's fledgling, was unrivalled in prestige, while the latter was known as the
'Master of Mo' because of his resemblance to Chu Wanning in the art of boundary mending.
As the clouds turn white, the years are wasted.

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Since the battle on Lingshan Mountain, Xue Meng, despite his fame, is not as complacent as when he
was a young man and is easily filled with complacency.

He remembered the words of his master, that even without Shenwu at his disposal, the proud son of the
sky was still the proud son of the sky, only with more blood and sweat; he was no longer born with good
fortune, but hard work would eventually make up for the bad.

Sometimes when he has finished performing a set of swordsmanship, he falls lightly and gracefully from
the end of the bamboo forest, and when he turns his head sideways in the sunlight that penetrates the
forest and leaves, he occasionally feels a flash before his eyes, as if he sees the tiny figure sitting on a
rock, blowing leaves.

It reminded him of the day when a smaller Chu Wanning watched him practise his sword in the woods,
singing and instructing him when to hurry and when to slow down.

Xue Meng tilts her head and remembers the music as if it were in her ears.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a piece of dry bamboo falling down, and the light of his sword
flashed under his eyes.

When Dragoncity withdrew and he stood up straight, the dead leaves had been shredded into a
thousand strands and fell silently to the side of his boots.

When he looks down, he seems to be a young, sullen teenager with a baby face.
When he raises his eyes again, his eyebrows and feathers are straight, and his gaze is clear but steady,
like a turbulent stream finally rushing back into the sea of a lake, becoming calm and expansive.

Five years.

Xue Meng was holding his sword, wiping the frosty blade with a white cloth, and was about to return it
to its sheath when he heard a rush of footsteps in the distance and a disciple rushing over, shouting
"young master young master".

"What is it?" Xue Meng frowned, "Panic, no sense of decorum. What's the matter"

"Red Lotus Waterfront" the man ran up and down, his face red, panting heavily, " Huai Zui, Master Huai
Zui has left, Yu Heng elders wake up, wake up"

"With a clang, Dragoncity, a soldier of a hundred battles, was dropped by its owner.

Xue Meng's handsome white face suddenly turned pale, then immediately reddened, his lips opening
and closing, and in the end he didn't even remember to pick up his own blade, and flew towards the top
of South Mountain, stumbling and stumbling as he almost tripped over a stone.

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"Master Master Master"

Xue Meng, who had just lectured others on the lack of decorum, lost all of her own in the blink of an
eye.

Before he could enter the main hall, he saw Xue Zhengyong striding out from inside. When he saw his
son heading inside like a desperate man, Xue Zhengyong grabbed him with a big smile on his face.
Xue Meng is in a hurry: "Daddy"

"Fine, fine, I know you want to see Yu Heng." Xue Zhengyong laughed, "but he has just revived and is
low on energy, so he fell asleep after talking to me for a few minutes. You are always embarrassed to
disturb your master's rest."

Xue Meng was dumbfounded: "That's true, but" but the five years had been too long, and he had so
much to say to his master, he wanted to tell him now that he had won first place in the Lingshan
Mountain Conference, that he had suppressed a hundred ghosts, that he had

"Be understanding."

The word "understanding" was like the seventh inch of a snake, and when it was pinched, Xue Meng
would be convinced. He almost sighed long and hard, and although his steps stopped, he stretched his
neck forward as if he could pass his stout father, the hidden door of the room, and see the person lying
on the couch.

Xue Meng pursed her lips, a little reluctantly, "I'll just, just go in and see the Master, I won't say a word."

"I can't help but know that you shout when you're happy." Xue Zhengyong glared at him. Xue Zhengyong
glared at him, "When you came back from winning the Lingshan Mountain Conference, you were all high
and mighty in front of outsiders, but when you came home you were shouting for four or five days,
telling everyone how you had kicked Nangong Si off the back of a demon wolf, and now even Aunt Li
from Mengpo Court could recite Now even Aunt Li from Mengpo Court can recite the exact words you
said. Who would believe you if you said you didn't say anything?"

"Okay, right."

Xue Meng wilting.

"Father has taught me a lesson."

"That's right, when did your father's words miss."

Xue Meng bristled, still unable to resist her curiosity: "Father, how is the Master"

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"It's good that Master Huai Zui has even plucked the residual poison left by Pinching Willow."

"Ah, that means that the Master will not become a young master in the future"

"Haha, not anymore."

Xue Meng scratched his head, feeling vaguely sorry that he would never see Xia Sini again.

"So, is everything else okay too? Is there anything wrong?"

"Don't worry, no, if anything, he looked a bit pale when he found out he'd been asleep for five years."
Xue Zhengyong smiled as she thought of Chu Wanning's expression, "Luckily he didn't have too much
energy yet, otherwise he could have dragged me to ask so many things. Ay, yes."

He suddenly thought of something and said to Xue Meng, " Xue Meng, arrange something for you to do.
Your master has been isolated from the world for so long that he has missed a lot of things. If we talk to
him alone, we will be tired and he will be tired of listening. Ask your mother for some silver and go down
to Wuchang Town to buy some books. Don't you have one of those chronicle booklets with all the
details?
When Xue Meng heard this, he thought, "No, Dad, the old fox, thinks he is too noisy and wants to kick
him off the mountain to do hard work.

But on second thought, the fact that the hard work was for the Master didn't seem so hard to accept.
Anyway, as he was sleeping again, he could not be sure that he would not lose his temper and wake him
up when he entered the house.

So sighing, he muttered with great reluctance, "Just buy the book."

"Buy more, something about Upper Fairy World, something about Lower Fairy World, something for Yu
Heng, who loves to read."

"Oh, good." Xue Meng was very frustrated and went down the hill alone in silence.

Xue Meng is not a big reader, so when he came to the book stall in Wuchang Town, he looked around
and thought he couldn't tell anything from the names, so he knelt down and asked the stall owner, "Old
man, do you have any books for me about the changes in Xianxia over the past few years?

The stall owner took a look at the people from the top of death and life, and although he did not
recognise this man as Xue Meng, the Phoenix's chick, he was very excited and said enthusiastically, "
Your Mightiness If you want books about changes, then of course you have them. I have all the official
and unofficial histories, biographies, chronicles, regional histories, genealogies of demon subjugation,
and even the manuscripts of ten of the most famous storytellers in the jungle. Your Mightiness..." which
one do you prefer?

Xue Meng's brain hurt from hearing this, so he waved his hand and said, "Bring it all over, it's not bad."

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but "buy ", "not bad" and "one of each".
The stall owner immediately smiled, rubbed his hands together, and turned to pick out a book for Xue
Meng from the bookcase he had picked. With nothing else to do, Xue Meng flipped through the stall and
suddenly found a thin booklet of great interest.

Xianxia Sector Rich House List

First: Jiang Xi. Status: Head of Linling Island Lonely Moonlit

Second: Nan Gongliu. Capacity: Head of Linyi Confucianism School

Third: Ma Yun . Status: Master of the West Lake Taobao Villa

It is written in small print on a whole side.

Xue Meng was immediately enthused and wanted to know where he was, so he looked back and forth at
the page four or five times, almost to the point of cross-eyedness, but could not find the word "Xue
Meng".

He was greatly dismayed, then a little angry, and, feeling resigned when he thought about it, turned
back a page with the intention of continuing his search, only to see that only three or four names
followed, along with the phrase

"Due to the limitations of compilation efforts, all rankings are only counted in the top 100, and those
beyond the top 100 are omitted from the list."

Xue Meng slams book in anger: "Is this young master so poor?"
The stall-keeper was taken aback by him, but when he looked at the booklet he was reading, he picked it
up and said soothingly, " Don't be angry, the ranking pamphlets compiled by the folk are always in a
mess, and they are not the same from one place to another. If you buy a book in Linyi, the first
gentleman on the list is definitely Nangong. It's just a pastime, so don't be angry."

Hearing him say this, Xue Meng felt that there was some truth to it, and still curious about the rest of
the booklet, he grunted, took it from the stallholder again and casually flipped through two more pages.

This time, he saw an even odder ranking.

"The Pride of the Sons of the World List"

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Chapter 125: The Master Does Not Need to Find a Daoist Couple

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The handwriting on the list is very neat and straight, and it reads.

First: Nangong Si

Status: Confucianism School young master

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Second: Xue Meng

Identity: young master at the top of death and life

Xue Meng :""

He closed the book with a snap, the muscles in his face trembling, as if the slightest relaxation would
prevent him from shutting out the beast in his heart and burning the book.

"Yes." Xue Meng grimaced, slapping the terrified stall owner with the booklet, spitting out each word
with a crunch through his teeth.

"Wrap this book up separately for me, and I'll take it back to myself to examine it in detail."

Shoving the list of unknowns roughly into his lapel, Xue Meng staggered back up the hill, carrying a pile
of scrolls that the stallholder had picked out for him.

He was furious.

It's almost exasperating.

Second in the list of arrogant sons of the family

If he found out, he would have to take that person out and punch him on the ground to relieve his
anger.

When he returned to the red lotus, Xue Meng's mood was more normal, and he didn't burn out at the
first sign of anger. Although he was still agitated, his mind was still clear and not confused because he
had been angry for a while.

At this moment there were two high-ranking disciples standing guard outside the water pavilion, while
the others were not let in at all, so that the elders could rest.
But Xue Meng is a young master, so who dares to stop him?

So Xue Meng went in smoothly.

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The windows in the main hall of the water pavilion were half open, giving off a soft, honey-like light. Xue
Meng did not know whether his master was awake or not, so he took a lighter step and pushed his way
in with his book in hand.

It was so quiet around him that he could hear his heart beating like a bird leaping on a branch.

He left the I don't know what list behind him for the moment and stared at the bed with a bright gaze.

""

There is a long silence, and Xue Meng is frozen.

"Hey."

Why is there no one in the bed?

He was about to move forward for a closer look when suddenly a cold hand rested on his shoulder.

A cold, damp voice sounded behind me: "What is your intention in trespassing on the red lotus watering
hole?"
"" Xue Meng clicked his head stiffly and was confronted by a pale face, the light was dim and before he
could see it, he screamed "wow" in fear and raised his arm towards the other man

He then kicked Xue Meng in the abdomen and brought him to his knees, scattering the books in his arms
all over the floor.

Xue Meng was only suddenly shocked, but when the man kicked her to her knees, it was a shock!

He's not the same as he used to be. Five years of hard training and Nangong Si was no match for him,
but this man, whose face he didn't even see, was able to take him down in just two moves.

There was a buzzing in my head and blood rushed up into my skull.

At that moment, however, I heard the man speak extremely coldly, "I have been in seclusion for five
years, and nowadays it is anyone who dares to barge into the place where I live. Whose disciple are you,
and what about your master who didn't teach you the rules?"

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As soon as the words left his mouth, Xue Meng leaned in and hugged him tightly.

"Master Master Master"

Chu Wanning :""

Xue Meng lifted his head, originally trying to hold back, but he couldn't and tears flowed down his face,
he couldn't stop himself from choking, "Master, it's me.
Chu Wanning had just woken up and had gone out for a shower, so his hands were still cool and vapour-
laden. The light was dim, but there was enough silence to make it clear.

Kneeling in front of himself was a young man of about twenty.

His skin is very fair, which makes his eyebrows dark and deep, and the distance between his eyes and
the arch of his eyebrows is slightly closer than normal, so that he appears to have a deep face and
affectionate eyebrows. As for his lips, they were full and firm, with a nice shape. Such a face, even when
he was angry, had a slightly pampered look to it.

Xue Meng's eyes are like spirits, always brimming with a spicy, passionate, unbridled light that is very
compelling.

With these two pools of wine, no one would be mistaken for them, even if they were served in an icy
white and soft jade jug.

After all, five years have passed since the death of Chu Wanning when Xue Meng was sixteen, and he is
now twenty-one.

At sixteen or seventeen, men change the most, from one year to the next, from one body to the next,
and Chu Wanning missed five years, so he didn't recognise him for a moment when they suddenly met.

" Xue Meng ."

After a long moment, Chu Wanning stared at him and called out slowly.

Like shouting at him, but also like telling himself.

This is Xue Meng, who is no longer the boy he remembers, he has grown up, his shoulders are broad and
he is taller.

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Chu Wanning pulls him up without moving.

"What are you doing on your knees, get up."

""

The difference in height is not much more than my own.

The years pass very quickly when you are young, and in just a few strokes you can turn a child into a
mature person. When Chu Wanning first woke up, the first person he saw was Xue Zhengyong, and he
did not feel how long five years had passed.

"Master, the Lingshan Mountain Conference, I," Xue Meng, who had managed to calm down a little,
pulled Chu Wanning into a conversation, "I won first place."

Chu Wanning looked at him for a moment, then had a little smile on his lips, "As it should be."

Xue Meng blushed and said, "I, I played with Nangong Si, he, he had a Shenwu, I didn't, I," and then,
feeling embarrassed that he was taking credit, he looked down and rubbed the corners of his shirt.

"I have not disgraced my master."

Chu Wanning smiled lightly, nodded, and suddenly said, "I guess I've suffered a lot."

"Not bitter," Xue Meng said after a pause, "sweet."

Chu Wanning reached out to touch his head as he had done then, but thinking that Xue Meng was no
longer a child, it would be inappropriate to do so, so he turned away and patted him on the shoulder.

The books were scattered all over the floor, and the master and disciple picked them up one by one and
put them on the table.

"I've bought so many," says Chu Wanning, "I'll see how long it takes."

"Not much, not much, the master read it all in one night."

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""

Even after all this time, Xue Meng's admiration remains undiminished. It was Chu Wanning who was a
little speechless. He did not know what to say, so he lit a candle and flipped through a few books.

" Jiangdong Court changes hands "

"It's changed, the new headmaster is a woman and is said to have a particularly bad temper."

Chu Wanning went on to read another page, the one he was reading was about the history of Jiangdong
Court, it was a huge page, Chu Wanning was very focused on it, he was looking at the "life of the new
head of Jiangdong Court", suddenly he asked, as if casually. "How has Mo Ran been over the years?"
He asked with restraint and shallowness.

So Xue Meng didn't feel too abrupt and said truthfully, "It's not bad."

Chu Wanning lifted his eyes: "What does not bad mean?"

Xue Meng weighed his words and said, "It's just like a person."

"He didn't look like a human being before."

Before Xue Meng could say anything, Chu Wanning nodded again.

"It does seem impersonal. You go on."

"" What Xue Meng does best is to tell long and exciting stories about herself and short and simple
stories about others, especially Mo Ran.

"He's been running around a lot over the years, he knows a bit more." Xue Meng said, "There's not
much else."

"He didn't go to the Lingshan Mountain Conference."

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"No, he was practising in Snow Valley at the time."

Chu Wanning then did not ask any more questions.

They chatted about other things, and Xue Meng, fearing that he might tire himself out, pressed on and
left, although he had a million things to say.

After he had left, Chu Wanning lay in bed with his clothes on.

He remembered everything that had happened in the ghost world, so he wasn't surprised by Mo Ran's
transformation. It's just that he doesn't know what Mo Ran looks like now, as Xue Meng has grown so
much that he can barely recognise her.

He still remembered Xue Zhengyong telling him on his way out today, "Yu Heng, tomorrow we will have
a banquet at Mengpo Court to celebrate your release. You can't let him come all the way back here
without a meal or a drink.

So Chu Wanning didn't say no. He wasn't a big fan, but Mo Ran had never been his weakness.

Xue Zhengyong said that many villages at the foot of the Whitehead Mountains were destroyed when
Butterfly Town was last ripped apart, and that those who survived were injured and maimed. The whole
snowy plain is like a hell on earth.

Mo Ran is there all these days helping to rebuild the village.

After reading for a while by candlelight, he could not resist getting up, waving his sleeve and inviting a
sound-transmitting begonia, and after some thought, he said, "Your Holiness, please write another letter
to Mo Ran, telling him not to hurry, and that it would be best if he could return in time. The weather is
getting cooler, and every year the winter in the White Head Mountains is unbearably cold, so tell him to
settle the village well and not to deal with it rashly."
After leaving the begonia behind, Chu Wanning sighed and went back to bed, picking up his half-read
Chronicles of Xianxia and continuing to read.

His eyesight was not as impressive as Xue Meng's, who said he could read all these volumes in one night,
but he could read a few volumes of history with ease.

It is late at night, and the candelabra is flowing into pools of light. Chu Wanning hides his eyes and closes
them, his brow furrowed slightly.

He had already read through the events of the Xianxia realm in general over the past five years. At first,
the booklet was uneventful, but when it reached the point where Butterfly Town was once again ripped
apart, there were numerous descriptions of Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning was originally lying on his side, with one hand on his cheek and the other lazily turning the
pages of his book. When he reached this point, he sat up and took a closer look at the volume.

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"When the next ten thousand people crossed the border to the east, they met the superior cultivator
who built a wall to keep them from entering. When the sky was cloudy for several days, evil spirits were
everywhere. Thousands of people died in front of the wall and blood was spilled. In the ninth month, the
food route was cut off and the people could not eat for seventeen days, all killing each other in the dark.

This is the story of Lower Fairy World, where many people flee to Upper Fairy World to escape from the
ghosts and spirits, only to be turned away and left with nothing to eat.

Chu Wanning is not happy to read about the bloodshed in the sky, but now it is just a few words on a
piece of paper.

"At the top of death and life with young Duke Meng and Duke Burn as the head of the Immortals, the
sword came out of the Middle Shu Area. Xue Meng's fame has grown. Mo Ran was the only one to fill in
the gaps in the sky and eliminate the demons in the hell, and his art of boundary formation, which was
mastered by Chu Wanning, was so good that the world was shocked.

Chu Wanning was a little surprised, even though he knew that the rift in the sky depicted here was not
as severe as it was back then, and his eyes widened slightly: "He managed to mend the rift with his own
strength"

Further down the page, one reads about Mo Ran's involvement with the world and his efforts to
suppress evil spirits.

"When Mo Ran heard of the incident, he encountered a Yellow River demon and fought for three days,
killing its head and burning it. However, his son was badly injured and his ribs were pierced through his
belly. Fortunately, he met Jiang Xi, the master of Lonely Moonlit "

Chu Wanning's fingertips are cold.

The Duke was badly wounded, through the belly and through the ribs.

Whose belly, whose ribs Mo Ran's

He obviously never read the words wrong, but at this point he didn't want to believe it, and read it over
four or five more times, and for the sixth time he put his finger on it and read it over word by word.

Mo Ran travels to war for three days after hearing about it

Chu Wanning sees a black-clad figure in front of his eyes, his boots treading on the huge waves of the
Yellow River, carrying in one hand the glittering willow vine in the other.

The drought was cut off and burned, and the trouble was over. However, the prince was badly injured.
His hand clenched on the paper, his bony knuckles squeezing into a jade colour.

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He saw Mo Ran pull the willow vine out of the waves, and the fiery demon roared and sliced off the
head of the drought, splashing blood in a flash, just as the drought's claws slammed into Mo Ran's ribs.

The beast staggered without its head and eventually crashed to the ground, its huge body cutting off the
Yellow River. Mo Ran also fell to the river's edge, unable to stand any longer, his clothes instantly soaked
in blood

Chu Wanning slowly closes his eyes.

For a long, long time, it did not open. Just rustling eyelashes, slightly moist.

The subsequent volumes, without exception, refer to Mo Ran as the 'Master of Ink'.

When Chu Wanning saw these three words, he just felt indescribably strange and unfamiliar.

He could not associate the smiling, lazy boy he remembered with the name "Master Mo". He had missed
so much about Mo Ran that he suddenly wondered if he would still be able to recognise his disciple if he
returned tomorrow.

The disciple with the extra scars became the disciple of the Patriarch Mo.

As I thought this, a vague uneasiness arose in my heart.

He wanted to see Mo Ran, but was not very brave to do so.

It was only in the latter part of the night that Chu Wanning drifted off to sleep.

Even though he had died once, he still did not know how to take care of himself, lying in a pile of
volumes without a blanket. He was a little weak and had not yet recovered all his energy.

Chu Wanning pushes open the window and looks out at the sinking twilight, lapsing into a long silence.

""

The red haze reflects on the lake and a wild crane flies idly across the sky as the tired birds return to
their nests.

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It's 5 o'clock

He stayed in bed for a day and a night

Chu Wanning, grimacing, rested his hand on the window pane and snapped, nearly crushing the wooden
bar.

It's unbelievable that the feast set up by His Holiness for him will soon begin, yet he is still sleepy-eyed,
unkempt and with his hair in disarray.

He was secretly anxious.

"Yu Heng" is the first time that Xue Zhengyong comes up the hill. He pushes his way into the house and
sees Chu Wanning sitting on a couch with an inscrutable face and freezes.

"Why aren't you up yet?"

"Up." Chu Wanning said, and if it weren't for the strands of hair sticking up at the corners of his
forehead, he would have looked very dignified, "What is it about your Holiness that requires you to
come in person?"

"It's fine, I haven't seen you down here all day and I was a bit worried." Xue Zhengyong rubbed his hands
together, "Get up, freshen up, and go to Mengpo Court for dinner later. When Master Huai Zui left, he
said that it would be twelve hours before you could eat. I have had many of your favourite dishes
prepared. What kind of crabmeat and lion's head, or osmanthus and sugar roots, come on, let's go
together."

"Thank you for your trouble." As soon as Chu Wanning heard about the crabmeat lion's head and the
osmanthus sweet root, he didn't bother to take care of it, and was ready to casually change his clothes
and follow Xue Zhengyong down.

After all, crab meat and lion's head should be eaten while it's hot, it's tasteless when it's cold.

"I should, I should." Xue Zhengyong watched him get off the couch and put on his shoes, rubbed his
hands for a while longer, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh yes, there is one more
thing."

Chu Wanning, who was already not good at managing life, had slept for five years and was even slower
to put on his left and right shoes and socks backwards.

He concentrated on putting on his socks and therefore did not look up and said faintly, "What"
Xue Zhengyong laughed and said, "Mo Ran sent an urgent letter this morning, saying he would be back
tonight. He also brought you a congratulatory gift, the older the boy gets, the more understanding he
becomes.

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"It's nothing, it's from yesterday."

Chu Wanning said, "It's a bit dirty, get a clean one."

"Then why didn't you just change it?"

"The party didn't remember."

Xue Zhengyong is very straightforward and does not think otherwise, but just looks around and laments,
"Yu Heng, you're not too young, I think it's time for you to find a partner. When Master Huai Zui left, it
was still neat and tidy, but when you woke up, you haven't even lived in it yet, it's just a piece of paper
in the east and a robe in the west.

"Please ask your Holiness to go out."

"Hey."

Chu Wanning grimaced, not much better, "I'll change."

"Haha, well, out you go, but about that daoist couple"

Chu Wanning looked up, his eyes like a lake of ice, and glared at Xue Zhengyong, the insensitive one.
Xue Zhengyong finally got some sense and laughed dryly, "I'm just asking, Yu Heng, you wouldn't be able
to get a normal one with this condition."

Chu Wanning drops his eyelids and looks as if he has blanked Xue Zhengyong.

Xue Zhengyong sighed and said helplessly, "Wrong? I know you're fussy."

Chu Wanning said lightly, "I just don't have the time to do it, so how can I be picky?"

"Since you don't want to be choosy, tell me what kind of person you'd like to see. I'm not trying to force
myself, but I can at least help you keep an eye out."

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Chu Wanning was too annoyed to bother with him and didn't bother to talk to him, so he casually said,
"A living person. Woman. Your Holiness go and keep your eyes peeled, no see you off."

He pushed Xue Zhengyong towards the door. Xue Zhengyong was reluctant, and after a life and death
experience, he was genuinely concerned about Chu Wanning's life.

When Chu Wanning died, Xue Zhengyong regretted it. He wanted Chu Wanning to have a child, just like
his brother, so that he could at least have someone to look after and make amends.

But Chu Wanning had neither children nor brothers and was a loner.

Xue Zhengyong was very sad at that time, feeling sorry for herself and feeling even more sorry for Chu
Wanning who was so lonely.
"It's not the same if you say it or not, Yu Heng, really, I mean it."

Xue Zhengyong was about to struggle when Chu Wanning pushed him out and closed the door with a
bang.

Incidentally, a boundary was dropped to keep him out in its entirety.

Xue Zhengyong :""

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Chapter 126: Master, Wait for Me One More Chapter

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Elder Yu Heng's departure from the sect was a cause for celebration. But Xue Zhengyong knew that Chu
Wanning was not a big fan of celebrations, and that he was not a big talker, so he had arranged for
everything to be said and done in advance. Chu Wanning was afraid that the dinner might be a bit
awkward, but he found that his fears were completely unwarranted.

Although Xue Zhengyong was a big, burly man, he had a delicate mind and managed the scene very well.
In front of all the elders and disciples, he said a few heartfelt words, but they were not too many and did
not seem melodramatic, rather they were very moving. Only Elder Lu Cun, who was rather insensitive,
shouted with a smile.

" Yu Heng, today is a happy day, why are you still cold-faced?

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Xue Zhengyong stopped him, "Lu Cun, I've said everything Yu Heng wants to say for him, so why do you
have to drag him into some nonsense?"

"That's not the same, more or less, you have to say something."

"But he."
"No harm done." Xue Zhengyong was about to say something else, but was interrupted by a clear, cold,
low voice, "Since there are new disciples, I will say a few words." Chu Wanning said, rising from his seat
as he glanced around Mengpo Court, where thousands of people were watching him.

But Mo Ran is not here yet.

Chu Wanning thought for a moment and said, " South Mountain red lotus water pavilion, many organs
and armour, in order to prevent accidental injury, please do not trespass without any business, all new
disciples."

A silence fell over the crowd.

Lu Cun couldn't resist saying, "It's over."

"Finished speaking."

Chu Wanning said, and with his eyes downcast, he brushed his sleeve and took his seat.

An even longer silence fell on the crowd.

Most of the new disciples were pondering, thinking, "Is this what a mortal would experience, coming
back from the dead and living five years apart?" They should tell how they felt, or thank their saviour, or
something like that.

But this man was reading out a dogma, he just dropped a sentence and that was it.
And the slightly older disciples couldn't help but laugh softly, several whispering to their companions
next to them, "It's Elder Yu Heng, no change."

"Still talking so little."

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"Pfft, yeah, bad-tempered, quick-tempered, not good at anything except her face." Someone teased Chu
Wanning, who was too far away to be heard by the crowd anyway. The crowd laughed at each other and
looked at the man sitting next to Xue Zhengyong, dressed in white like snow.

The feast was a lively affair, with spicy and fragrant Sichuan dishes, many delicate pastries and a deftly
plated selection of sweet Jiangnan dishes.

Xue Zhengyong opened another hundred or so jars of the finest Pear Blossom White and distributed
them to each table. The amber-coloured liquor was poured generously all over the table while Chu
Wanning was eating his fourth Lion's Head with Crabmeat when a large, deep-mouthed sea bowl was
placed under his nose with a clang.

" Yu Heng Have a drink"

"Here's a bowl."

"Xue Zhengyong's deep eyebrows were tinted with joy, "I'm the first person to be impressed with your
drinking ability. "

Chu Wanning then smiled as he lifted the large bowl and clinked it with Xue Zhengyong.

"Since your Holiness says so, this first bowl, I will drink."
He drank it all and turned the bowl out to Xue Zhengyong. Xue Zhengyong was overjoyed, but his eyes
were a little red again: "Good, good. Five years ago, you asked me for a jar of the finest Pear Blossom
White in the cellar, and I refused to give it to you. "No more talk about it. If you like it in the future, you
can have the whole wine cellar and I'll let you drink the good wine for the rest of your life."

Chu Wanning laughed, "Good, earned it."

While we were talking, Xue Meng and a man were rustling in the corner, and suddenly Xue Meng
dragged him over and they both bowed in front of Chu Wanning.

"Master" Xue Meng tilted his head, a youthful face warely.

"Master." That person also looked up, like a lotus flower emerging from the water, a light cloud
emerging from the mountain, if not Shi Mei, who else?

Shi Mei said with shame, "I was at the medical clinic in Wuchang Town today and could not get away.

"No harm done."

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Chu Wanning dropped his eyes and examined Shi Mei for a moment, his face light but with a sudden loss
in his heart that surprised him.

This favourite of Mo Ran's has turned out to be a bit too flamboyant.

If Shi Mei was a beauty five years ago, he is now a blossoming bouquet of blossoms in the middle of a
long night, the green calyx no longer able to hide the luminous whiteness inside, the fragrance peeking
out, overshadowing everything around him. He has a pair of longing peach blossom eyes, the water in
them so soft and delicate that they cannot be held. The curve of his nose is extremely soft, too harsh if
you increase it by one point, too weak if you decrease it by one point, and his lips are red and full, like
cherries soaked in dew, and the words he spits out are sweet and soft.

"Master, my apprentice misses you very much."

He rarely expresses his emotions in such a blatant way, so Chu Wanning was at a loss for words.

Shi Mei's eyes were red with emotion, which made Chu Wanning feel a little ashamed.

Why should he be jealous of Shi Mingjing when he is so many years older than his juniors and in a
position of honor?

With this in mind, Chu Wanning nodded and said blandly, "All rise."

Having received permission, both disciples stood up.

Chu Wanning had calmed down, but when he glanced at Shi Mei, he suddenly froze.

""

Shi Mei is taller than Xue Meng.

The comparison made Chu Wanning choke a little, cough twice, and then look twice.
It's more than a little bit higher.

But this makes Shi Mei's figure even better, with broad shoulders, a slender waist and long legs, soft but
with a touch of steel, indescribably delicate and elegant. His hair is twitchy, and he doesn't look like a
teenager.

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Chu Wanning's face sinks again.

He felt he had lost a bit.

But it's just that.

Anyway, he didn't say anything about his feelings for Mo Ran until he died, and he was unlikely to do so
in the future. As for Mo Ran, that guy chased him up and down the mountain without even seeing that
he liked him, and it was even more unlikely that he would ever see it again.

It is not uncommon for the two of them to just be master and disciple for the rest of their lives, with a
strong bond of love.

For the rest, if you can't force it, just forget it.

Xue Meng suddenly blushed and poked Shi Mei with her elbow, giving her a wink.

Shi Mei, helpless, whispered, "Do you really want me to go?"

"Yes, it's more appropriate for you to go."

"But you've been the young master of all this for five years."

"It's only awkward because I prepared it all, you go, not to mention some of the others you didn't bring
back today"

"Fine." Shi Mei sighed, unable to resist Xue Meng, and had to take a large sourwood casket from Xue
Meng's hand, which was behind his back, and held it in both hands as he walked over to Chu Wanning,
who was sitting down again to eat lion's head with crabmeat.

"Master, young master and I have prepared some gifts in the past five years, all of which are small
tokens of appreciation, please accept them."

As he listened, Xue Meng's face grew red and hot, and to conceal his panic, he clasped his arms to his
chest and turned his head in a leisurely manner, pretending to be suddenly interested in the carved
beams of Mengpo Court.

It would be rude to open a gift from someone else in person, but Chu Wanning, as the master of both of
them, was not willing to accept something too expensive, so after thinking about it, he asked, "What is
it"

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"It's just a few trinkets I bought from around the world." Shi Mei was so smart that she didn't
understand Chu Wanning's intentions, so she said, "They're not worth much, so if you're not sure, just
go back and open them."

But Chu Wanning said, "There is no difference between going back and now.

"No, no, no, don't open it." Xue Meng froze for a moment and rushed over to grab it.
Chu Wanning, however, had already opened the box and gave him a faint look at the end.

"Running so fast, you're not afraid of falling."

Xue Meng :""

It was stuffed to the brim with small, interesting objects, including intricately embroidered hair ribbons,
a unique hair-band buckle, a jade belt hook, and Chu Wanning picked up a bottle of calming elixir, the
crest of the Cold Scaled Hand glowing in the candlelight.

This box is worth a fortune.

Chu Wanning didn't know what to say, so he raised his eyes and glared at Xue Meng. Xue Meng's face
turned even redder.

Xue Zhengyong looked on with amusement and said, "Since Xue Meng has a heart, Yu Heng, you can
accept it. All the other elders have prepared gifts for you anyway, and they are all worth a lot of money,
so it's okay to have one more."

Chu Wanning said, "Xue Meng is my disciple."

The implication is that he is reluctant to take on so many things from his apprentice.

"But these are all the things I have seen fit for Master in the past five years" Xue Meng was anxious
when she heard him say this, "I used all the silver I earned, I didn't spend half of my father's money,
Master, if you don't take them, I I"
"He'll have a hard time, he won't be able to sleep." Xue Zhengyong said for her son, "He might even go
on a hunger strike."

Chu Wanning :""

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He didn't really know how to talk to the father and son, so he looked down at the box again and
suddenly saw another, smaller wooden box lying in the pile.

"This is," he said, taking it out and opening it to see four clay dolls lying inside.

When he saw Chu Wanning looking at him, he hastily lowered his head. He was so handsome, but he
looked like a young boy.

Chu Wanning asks, "What is this?"

Xue Zhengyong was also curious: "Take it out and look at it."

"No," Xue Meng muttered feebly, holding her forehead. But his own father had already happily set out
all four little clay figures. The four clay figures were so crooked and ugly that apart from the fact that
one was taller and three were shorter, there was hardly any difference between them. This is the
handiwork of Xue Meng.

Xue Meng wanted to learn mechatronics from Chu Wanning, but after a day of learning, Chu Wanning
made him take up swordsmanship instead, for no other reason than the fact that the boy had spent the
afternoon at the red lotus water salon doing nothing but almost demolishing the mechatronics room
with a file.

It was hard for him to make a clay figure with such a "delicate heart".
Xue Zhengyong grabbed one of the clay figures, looked at it upside down, didn't understand it and asked
his son, "What is this you've made?"

Xue Meng said stubbornly, "I'm just doing it for fun, nothing."

"This black lacquered clay figure is really unattractive, it's the taller one that's prettier, painted white."
Xue Zhengyong muttered, stroking his thumb over the little man's head.

Xue Meng said, "Don't touch it."

But it was too late, and the little man spoke.

"Uncle, don't touch it."

Xue Zhengyong :""

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Chu Wanning :""

Xue Meng slapped herself in the face, her arm shielding her eyes, not even willing to look.

It took Xue Zhengyong half a day to react and he laughed out loud, "Ouch, Xue Meng, this is your Mo
Ran... this is too ugly hahahahahaha."

Xue Meng said angrily, "That's because he's already ugly, look how good I made the Master" he said,
pointing with a red face at the little white painted clay figure.
The little white-painted clay figure was swept to the head by his fingertips and let out a cold snort,
saying, "Do not be reckless."

Chu Wanning :""

"Hahahahahahahahaha" Xue Zhengyong laughed so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes, "This is
good, this is good, you also put some Ling Yin wadding in it, right? This little thing is talking like Yu Heng,
it really sounds like him, hahahahahaha"

Chu Wanning brushed his sleeve and said, "Nonsense."

But still, he took all four little clay figures back gently, put them back in the box and set them beside
himself. There was no expression on his face during this process, he looked indifferent and calm, but
when he raised his eyes again, there was some unfading tenderness in them.

"I'll take this one, take the rest back, you'll need these things too, Master doesn't lack them."

"But."

" young master, master told you to take it back, so you can take it back." Shi Mei laughed and whispered
to him, lowering her voice and saying, "Isn't this the box of little clay figures that young master wants to
give away the most anyway"

Xue Meng's head was literally smoking, and he shot Shi Mei an exasperated look, kicked his feet and bit
his lip to keep quiet.

Xue Meng is a man who has been held in high esteem since he was a child, and has never had anything
he could not say or do, so his way of expressing his likes and dislikes is often very passionate and blunt.
Chu Wanning therefore found him rare, a frankness he had never had himself, one of Xue Meng's most
rare and valuable qualities, which he envied somewhat. Unlike himself, he has never been an honest
person, missing his wife in his heart but saying that he doesn't care about her.

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When he returned from rebirth, he was a little better, but that was it, he wouldn't change much. He felt
that he would probably spend the rest of his life trying to change, but he would not be able to change
much. If he changed too much, he probably wouldn't be him anymore.

When the feast was almost over, Mo Ran still did not return.

Chu Wanning was bored to death, but he didn't say a word, although he really wanted to ask Xue
Zhengyong how Mo Ran had written the letter today, and whether Xue Zhengyong could find out where
Mo Ran had gone.

But he squeezed his wine jar, drank glass after glass, his knuckles pinched pale, the wine burned through
his lungs, and did not burn his heart hot, hot enough to gather enough courage to turn his head and ask
a question, when will he be back.

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Chapter 127: Be careful with the slippery ground, Master

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Chu Wanning does not ask, and Xue Zhengyong does not mention.

The Lord of Death and Life was a little drunk, dizzy and unable to speak clearly.

He suddenly came closer, stared at Chu Wanning and said, "Yu Heng, you're not happy."

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"No."
"You're angry."

"No." Chu Wanning said.

"Who has upset you?"

Chu Wanning :""

Ask?

Maybe Mo Ran didn't say he would definitely come back tonight, maybe he said he would try to come
back tonight, and Xue Zhengyong just misspoke when he relayed it, or maybe Xue Zhengyong
misremembered it.

Chu Wanning looks out of the door, the night is thick and dark.

The feast will be broken up and the table will be cold.

On his first day out, Mo Ran did not return in time.

All the disciples at the top of death and life were there, even those he couldn't name and hadn't even
seen before, except for him.

Short of him, the feast is mutilated.

There are so many lion's heads with crabmeat, sweetened roots with cinnamon and white snow wine
with pear blossoms, all of which cannot be filled.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes when he suddenly heard a clamour of disciples in the distance, near the
main foyer of Mengpo Court.

"Oops look what's out there"

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"What's that in the sky?"

More and more people gathered, and everyone in the room heard it, the crackling, bustling noise, the
thunder of spring.

People come out of their houses and stand in front of Mengpo Court, looking up at the green grass,
watching the fire and the stars breaking up into glittering glowing stars.

"The young disciples were all smiles, their youthful faces illuminated by the flickering firelight, their eyes
reflecting the stars in the sky.

"It's so beautiful, I've never seen a firework that big, not even on New Year's Eve."

Chu Wanning also paced slowly out of the hall, not in the best of moods, even though Xue Zhengyong
had prepared such a splendid fireworks display, and although he was grateful, he could not shake the
dullness in his heart.

"Phew."
A clear whistle pierces the clouds and the moon.

He lifted his head faintly and a golden-red stream of light took in the long sky like a stray arrow.

So pretty.

If that person is also in

"Thump."

That little dazzling starburst exploded as it rose to the level of the Wu Hook, and millions of crystalline
golden rays converged into streams, so that the Milky Way lost its colour and the Moon Palace was left
without light.

The fireworks are like a tree of begonias blowing down like snow, like the sparkling waves of a thousand
rivers. Chu Wanning slowly closes his eyes in the midst of the glittering bustle.

"Disciple Mo Ran, congratulations to the Master on his release."

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Suddenly someone said this behind him, the words clear as a pin.

Chu Wanning shivered slightly, like a thorn in his back, like coals in his throat. His heart loses its speed,
his blood runs wild, he can't breathe, and he looks back sharply.
Behind them stood several disciples who had just emerged from Mengpo Court, all looking in
amazement at the vault of heaven, and one read this.

Gradually, the person who reads is no longer one.

All found it fresh, and the little disciples, men and women, standing alone, in groups of three or five,
looked out into the glorious night and recited this sentence.

Disciple Mo Ran.

Congratulations to the Master on his release.

A voice as gentle as a tide, as murmuring in a dream, a sentence as resolute as a rock, as a mountain of a

thousand pounds. Chu Wanning looked up sharply, and the night sky was filled with flowers and fires
flowing and flickering with spiritual energy, forming this sentence in such a splendid and massive
formation.

The fires of the flowers condensed into a great tide that could be seen from hundreds of miles away,
and the colourful stars came to him from the long, dark night like a thousand mountains, from the past,
and the joy and sorrow of the man, his thoughts and guilt, also came to him in the long, dark night.

He felt that he had suddenly become a driftwood in the sea, and the sea was the warm, blazing,
determined eyes of Mo Ran when she suddenly embraced him in the netherworld, in front of the Hall of
the Ghost King.

He had nowhere to run.

All around you are the murmurs of that person, the laughter of that person, the deep love of that
person.
Chu Wanning doesn't want to worry about what kind of deep love it is, master and disciple or whatever.

Just having the love is enough.

Mo Ran still didn't make it and returned before the dinner broke up.

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Even if we wear the stars and the moon, even if we don't stop hoofing, the road is still far from
Guanshan.

Fortunately, he also had a message firework in his backpack, made by Elder Xuan Ji, for emergency use
in case he was unwell.

The fireworks cost a thousand dollars and were extremely difficult to make, but Mo Ran didn't care, he
just asked his mentor not to be angry.

Even if they are separated by thousands of mountains, even if they are drowned by the years.

He also wanted Chu Wanning to hear the words.

"Disciple Mo Ran, congratulations to the Master on his release."

Two hours later, the feast broke up. It was late in the evening when we returned to the red lotus
watering hole.
Chu Wanning smelt of alcohol and felt uncomfortable, so he wanted to take a bath, but the day had
turned cold and the lotus pool in the red lotus pond was so cold that he almost froze after taking a bath
yesterday. After thinking about it, he went back to the house, grabbed a few changes of clothes and a
wooden basin and headed for Miaoyin Pool.

The Miaoyin Pool is a shared bathhouse for the whole faction, and he only had a bath here in his first
few months at the top of the Dead.

It was late and not many people would be bathing inside. Chu Wanning raises his hand and lifts the
kudzu shower curtain to enter. The Miaoyin Pool has been remodelled in many ways, but remains
unchanged. It is surrounded by high tiled walls, and when you enter the gate, you must first pass
through a corridor with a floating veil, and at the end you will see six narrow wooden steps painted with
tung oil.

All the people who go to the bath take off their shoes and socks before walking down the wooden steps,
so you can see how many people are soaking in the pool just by looking around.

When Chu Wanning was taking off his shoes and socks, he noticed that there was only one pair of boots,
which were quite large and a bit dirty, but they were neatly placed in the corner and not just thrown
around because the venue was empty.

Chu Wanning wondered who was taking a shower so late at night.

But he didn't think much of it and, clutching his little wooden basin, he walked down the steps barefoot,
brushed aside the last mantle that blocked the end of the walkway and descended into the courtyard.

The courtyard is filled with mist and clouds, and there is a huge hot spring pool that rises and falls on the
terrain, creating a curtain of extremely wide waterfalls that rumble with a muffled sound. From the pool,
the hazy hot air and dense white smoke stretches its soft waist and rises into the air, scattering into
every corner and every crevice.
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Because the fog is so heavy, everything is actually blurred here, and people have to be very close to each
other to see each other's faces.

Chu Wanning The smooth rainforest path leads through the overlapping and overwhelmingly
overlapping peach to the nearest entrance to the bath. There was a low shelf of chiselled lime stone,
designed to hold a change of clothes. He rested the small wooden basin and his robe on it, then
undressed and slowly stepped into the pool.

It's so warm.

He couldn't help but sigh softly in contentment.

If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to crowd the bathhouse and come in the middle of the night
every day, he would have found the red lotus watering hole a bit cold and basic.

Xue Zhengyong was, after all, a man of great thought and consideration. He supervised the construction
of the Miaoyin Pool, which is surrounded by flowers that bloom all year round and a waterfall at the end
for rinsing off. If you get tired of soaking, you can lie down in a small wooden pavilion next to it and
apply pressure to your meridian points with geothermal pebbles.

It's also so much more comfortable than the muddled bath at the red lotus watering hole that we
rushed through yesterday.

Chu Wanning, having forgotten his thoughts, became a little happier and, seeing no one around,
stretched out his long, slender body and swam straight to the waterfall.

"Wow."
He had just surfaced from the water, wiping his face, a light smile still on his lips, when he suddenly saw
a man close by with his back to him, showering under a fierce waterfall, the sound of which was so loud
that Chu Wanning was so close that he didn't hear the other man move.

I'm just afraid that if he had floated up a little later and continued swimming forward, he would have
been able to touch the man's legs with the tips of his fingers.

Fortunately, he got up without touching them, but the proximity was still a little abrupt and rude. He
stood almost immediately behind the man, who was tall, much taller than Chu Wanning, with a wild
honey tan. His shoulders were broad and straight, his shoulder blades shrugging with the movement of
his arms, like golden mountains that held the power to destroy.

His muscles are not exaggerated, but firm and well-proportioned, and the water rushes against his body,
some of its threads converging in streams across the masculine expanse, others splashing around, others
seemingly obsessed with this body, willingly turning into a thin layer of water that covers him,
inseparable from him.

Chu Wanning, who was used to being cold, had never seen such hot flesh before, and her ears
immediately turned red and she turned to leave.

But whether it was the slippery bottom of the pool or his unsteady footing, he stumbled and plunged
into the water, making a big splash.

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"Ahem."

This time, Chu Wanning's face turned red with embarrassment, and he choked on the water several
times because he was panicking.

He is a Yu Heng elder, how could he

Suddenly a smooth, strong, firm hand held him up, pulling a frazzled, disgraced Chu Wanning up out of
the swift current.

"Are you all right?"

The man grabbed his arm, his voice low and slow, the difference in their heights just allowing the man's
breath to brush against Chu Wanning's ear as he spoke down, "The rocks here are slippery, be careful."

Chu Wanning's ears reddened, and he could almost feel the man's chest just behind him, a stone's
throw away, heaving, heaving, heaving, heaving with such mercy that his life was spared, but rising with
such sabre-rattling that it was almost against his back.

Chu Wanning was mortified and outraged, he had never had such contact with anyone before

Shaking off the man's hand, Chu Wanning's face was grim but his gaze was evasive: "I'm fine."

The waterfall was so loud that it washed out Chu Wanning's voice.

But for some reason, upon hearing him speak, the man suddenly shook, his whole body froze for a
moment, and he raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't have the courage
to do so

Hesitantly, Chu Wanning has moved a little further away, stepping in, or rather hiding under, a curtain of
boiling, bustling water.

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Chapter 128: Master, clothes should not be worn indiscriminately

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Chu Wanning's heart was beating fast and his face was a little red with anger.
Chu Wanning didn't look at him, but he could feel his naked, undisguised gaze, staring straight at him,
like a sword that had just been lifted from the forging pond, still tingling with astonishing heat, stabbing
across the waterfall, the water steaming into itself with the sword's body.

Chu Wanning, for no apparent reason, felt deeply offended, and his face grew increasingly ugly as he bit
his lip and ducked deeper into the waterfall.

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The man was so demented that he took a step forward like a marionette when Chu Wanning ducked in.

""

Chu Wanning was furious, it reminded him that there were always a few perverted demons at the top of
the Dead, and there was even a woman who stayed up at night and climbed up on the tiled roof of the
red lotus water pavilion to sneak up and watch herself bathe. The memory made his scalp tingle and he
seemed to get goose bumps on his arms from being grabbed by that man.

But it was good that he hid in the deepest part of the waterfall and ate the water droplets for half a day.
The man finally seemed to let him go and took one step back under the current and continued his
shower.

Chu Wanning held back the flames of his heart and didn't want to soak any more, intending to wash up
and leave as soon as possible.

He reached over his shoulder for his bath towel, only to discover with a start that it, and the soapberry
incense wrapped in it, had fallen into the water as a result of the stone-cold fall he had just taken.

I'm afraid it's melted away at this moment

Re-embark and take

Naked, walking past the man's eyes

Chu Wanning is not blushing now, his face is blue. Thin lips were tightly pursed in humiliation.

He doesn't go.

So with arms clasped like a fool, back against the rocks, he continued to wash himself in the deepest
part of the waterfall.

Chu Wanning :""

Man: ""

Suddenly distantly, the man raised his voice in the distance and asked hesitantly, "Do you want
soapbox."

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""

"And incense."

""
"It's not like it's just going to keep rushing around."

Chu Wanning closed his eyes, still not going out, and said coldly, "You throw it over."

The man did not throw it over, as if he thought it was too rude and disrespectful to treat a stranger in
this way. Chu Wanning waited for a while under the waterfall and saw a peach leaf, enchanted with
spiritual energy, carrying a soapstone and two incense sticks, floating lazily towards him.

Chu Wanning picked it up and was stunned when he took a closer look.

The soap is nothing, everyone uses the same, but the man who smoked the incense chose two scents,
plum and begonia, which are his favourite.

He couldn't help but take one more look at the tall figure hidden in the distance through the curtain of
crystalline and enthusiastic water.

The man asked him, "Is it to be either of these"

Chu Wanning said, "It's coming together."

The men stopped talking again, and the two men rinsed in silence, far apart, each with his own
thoughts. As Chu Wanning washed and became a little more comfortable, he cautiously stepped out of
the depths of the waterfall and stood up again. After all, the water was too fast where he had been
standing and it was uncomfortable for him.

But when he came out, the man looked at him again, and even if he did, Chu Wanning felt that he had a
strange look in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but he was hesitant to come forward, which
made Chu Wanning's body shiver.
After washing for a while, Chu Wanning decided to leave on his own.

Unfortunately, he had to go back the way he had come in order to put his clothes on. Chu Wanning had
no choice but to walk with his head, face and back teeth to where the man was standing.

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When he reached the front of the man, with a long, short distance between them, he suddenly moved
too, tying his long hair up and tossing his wet forehead as he followed Chu Wanning, also ready to get
out of the bath.

Chu Wanning's forehead was bruised and he quickened his pace, but who knew that the man was so
brazen as to follow suit.

Chu Wanning :""

The golden light of the Heavenly Question was already flowing from the tips of his fingers. The reason
why he held back from summoning his weapon was not because he was afraid of injuring someone else,
but because he felt that no matter what, he always had to get dressed before he could fight.

So it went a little faster again.

This time the man did not follow him anymore and the man stopped.

Chu Wanning breathed a sigh of relief, but it was so halfway through that it didn't even quite come out.
The man was heard to say from behind him, "You still have foam in your hair."
""

"Don't you go and rinse it off."

As Chu Wanning's heart was burning, the man slowly approached again, this time very close and with a
clear voice, right behind him.

If Chu Wanning had not been so angry, he would have been able to hear that the voice had changed, but
it was still vaguely familiar. Unfortunately, his heart was on fire and his mind was on fire.

"You," the man said, wanting to say something else.

Chu Wanning could not hold back any longer. He turned around and, with a sudden flash of gold in his
hand, lashed out at his opponent, his eyes thundering and shining like a sword. Chu Wanning was so
furious that he could not stand up and kill him: "What's wrong with you?

The light of the heavenly question split the hazy water mist and swept towards the man's chest.

In a flash, a fluorescent golden light illuminated the man's face.

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Chu Wanning sees a pair of eyes, bright, gentle, blushing, in which, like rivers of stars and streams of
fireflies, they accompany the rising winds and clouds, and like still waters, they hide the shades of the
past.

Mo Ran
The willow vine hissed and struck Mo Ran squarely on his firm, smooth chest. Mo Ran grunted but
stopped, only to lower his head for a moment, and when he lifted his face again, his eyes were still
unruffled, only damp, like the first rain of a lingering Lin'an.

Chu Wanning abruptly withdrew the Heavenly Question and stood rigidly in place.

Half-heartedly, he hissed, "Why don't you hide"

Mo Ran said, "Master, Master"

Chu Wanning was almost stunned, he had thought of many times when they would meet again, but he
had never expected to see him in the Miaoyin Pool, in the hot spring water: "What are you doing here?
When did you get back?"

"Just now." Mo Ran said softly, "I was in a hurry and was too dirty to look at, so I wanted to take a
shower before I went to pay my respects to the Master, without thinking"

"" Chu Wanning was speechless for a moment.

None of them were expecting it.

It is all about wanting to meet again with dignity and solemnity.

Mo Ran would have liked to have appeared in front of Chu Wanning fully clothed and clean.

The result.
Nonetheless, it is ridiculous.

It is not only undignified but also absurd.

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Not only are they not fully clothed, but they are naked.

Clean and tidy would barely fit.

If it wasn't so clean that it didn't even have any clothes on, not an inch.

"Master, it's really, really you." Mo Ran didn't care too much about this, for five years Chu Wanning slept
and he woke, for Chu Wanning it was just a dream, for him it was more than a thousand days.

His emotions were far more complicated than Chu Wanning's, and his eyes were slightly red as he
forced himself to hold back the outpouring of emotion: "It's been so long, I... I didn't dare to admit it just
then. I thought I had mistaken him for someone else, I thought"

"" Chu Wanning felt a buzzing in his head, he didn't know what to say for a while, and only after a long
time did he say, "If you're not sure, just ask me yourself.

"I wanted to ask too." Mo Ran said softly, "but after five years suddenly it's like I see the Master right in
front of me, I actually feel like I'm dreaming"

I'm afraid to ask anyone who comes near.

By and large, that was the mood when looking at his profile.
Five years have already dreamed too much, and I am afraid that I will again go mad and wake up with
tears on my pillow, and that the so-called meeting will be nothing but an empty joy.

Chu Wanning's chest was in a state of panic, but he was only forcing himself to be cool and calm, and it
was really hard for him to say, even though his heart was moist, "What dream could be so ridiculous?"

When he heard Chu Wanning's answer, Mo Ran was stunned and seemed to think of something, and he
pursed his lips, a halo running through his eyes. He hadn't intended to talk about it right away, but
hesitated, thinking that if he didn't ask Chu Wanning what he was going to say before he built up his
walls, he wouldn't have the chance to do so again.

So he paused and spoke, "Does the Master not remember"

"Don't remember anything."

Mo Ran's eyes were dark, dark and dark: "It was you who told me before that dreams that are too good
to be true are often not."

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"Chu Wanning suddenly realised that he had said that when he had rescued Mo Ran at Jin Chengchi, and
because he was really upset at the time, he had made such a depressing statement.

But how did Mo Ran know that Jin Chengchi's man was actually himself?

Chu Wanning looked up at him and saw Mo Ran looking at him too. It was then that it dawned on him
that Mo Ran was not sure of the truth and was only saying this to see how he would react.

Mo Ran whispered, "Is it really the Master."

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran raised his hand, the skin of his chest was cut open and blood seeped out as he laughed bitterly,
"All these years, always thinking about something from the past, wondering what all my master had
done for me. I thought a lot, and then I also thought about that vision of Jin Chengchi Shi Mei was never
to call me by my name directly."

He paused and then said, "All those memories, the more I thought about them, the more tormented I
became, so I thought I would wait for the Master to wake up, see you, and ask you many things in
person."

""

"One of the most important things I want to ask you, Master, is that the person who saved me at the
bottom of the pool back then was actually you, right?"

Mo Ran said, walking towards him, and Chu Wanning tried to back away.

For he suddenly realized that Mo Ran was so tall, so tall that every inch of her body seemed to contain a
strength that could kill a man. He suddenly realized that Mo Ran's eyes were so bright, as if the rising
sun had fallen into the two pools of spiritual light, the ripples of which were filled with haze.

Chu Wanning, feeling panicked for no reason, said, "It wasn't me."

Mo Ran obviously didn't have the letters.

Chu Wanning caught another word in a panic, like a lifeline, but he was so stunned, so nervous and so
embarrassed that he even forgot that he had just asked the question again and that Mo Ran had
answered him.

He looked at the man whose chest had been cut with a bloody scar by himself and added, "Why didn't
you hide when you were accidentally hurt?"

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Mo Ran froze for a moment, suddenly dropping her thick, deep lashes and smiling.

"You said the dream was too good to be true." He answered again too, and after a pause, seemed to
murmur, "I want to feel pain. If it hurts, it can't be fake."

He had come over and was standing in front of Chu Wanning.

It is probably because the joy and tenderness, the pity and sorrow of the sudden encounter
overwhelmed everything else, and Mo Ran did not think of anything else, did not think of anything else.
He had even forgotten that he should keep a proper distance from Chu Wanning, a distance that is
proper for a master and a disciple.

But he didn't.

When you are in love, you always remember that the person in front of you is Wangning, not your
teacher.

Mo Ran's eyes were getting wetter and redder as he smiled and raised his arm, "I think I got splashed by
the water earlier." He said, wiping his face and also his eyes.
Chu Wanning stared up at him in awe, slightly more awake than Mo Ran because he had been expecting
him to return, but with a glimmer of clarity that allowed him the luxury of noticing that they were both
standing face to face, wearing nothing at all, talking. Mo Ran was still so close to him, almost a little
further forward, that he could have hugged him as he had done in the ghost world.

He was reluctant to look up at Mo Ran's handsome face, but his gaze drifted down a few inches to see
shoulders, a broad chest, the blood splintering from the sky, the dripping water trembling slightly with
Mo Ran's breathing, and Chu Wanning wasn't even sure if the firm chest was hotter or the water was
hotter.

He felt the scent of Mo Ran all around him, which made him lose his mind.

"Master, I"

I what

Before Mo Ran could say anything, he saw Chu Wanning suddenly turn around and run.

""

He was stunned.

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It really is a run.

It was the first time he had seen Chu Wanning in such a hurry and such a hurry to run away, as if
something behind him could eat him and chew up his soul.
"I really miss you."

Mo Ran stood still, dumbfounded by inertia, finished the whole sentence and pursed his lips.

Why run away?

Mo Ran is a little aggrieved.

Once on shore, he saw Chu Wanning, who was green and red, and in a hurry to get dressed, and was
even more aggravated.

"Master." He muttered.

Chu Wanning ignored him.

"Master."

Chu Wanning is still ignoring him and is wrapping the waistband.

"O Master."

"Chu Wanning, who had managed to get dressed, was relieved to feel that his face, as well as his sanity,
had returned to flesh and blood with the cover of his robe.

His sword eyebrows raised in anger, and his stern phoenix eyes glared viciously at the rebel who dared
to outshine him.
"What's the matter can't we go out and besides you're talking to me naked, what do you look like"

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A little embarrassed, Mo Ran curled her hand into a fist and brought it to her lips with a cough, "I don't
want to be naked either."

"Then why don't you put it on and talk about it?"

"" Mo Ran paused, her gaze straying away to a nearby peach blossom tree, and said, "It's like this"

He took a deep breath and finally made up his mind to say.

"What you are wearing, Master, is my dress."

As she finished speaking, Mo Ran stared at the swaying peach blossoms and blushed a little.

mmmm

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For a brief moment, Chu Wanning's mind was turned upside down by the storm, the thunder and
lightning, and the black clouds of ink.

To take off, or not to take off.

It is a matter of life and death.

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It seemed inappropriate not to take it off, he already knew he was wearing the wrong clothes, he
couldn't pretend he hadn't heard Mo Ran's words

shed

How could he have the cheek to put on the clothes he'd had to put on, and not take them off again in
front of Mo Ran, one by one?

A few treacherous silences.

Mo Ran said, "However, I washed this garment very well, so if you don't mind, Master, you can wear it."

Chu Wanning: "Hmm."

Mo Ran sighed with relief, he had always been a bit blunt, he hadn't even realised that Chu Wanning
was already half dressed, was he forcing his master to undress in front of him by reminding him of this?

The image only lightly sparked in my heart, and it burned Mo Ran.

His face was even redder, luckily he was used to being on the road these days and was no longer as
delicate as he had been when he was young. So he looked down to get Chu Wanning's clothes and put
them on.

When they had straightened their coats, the two men looked at each other, only to be plunged into
another layer of embarrassment.

Does not fit.

Mo Ran is wearing Chu Wanning's robe, which is obviously a bit tight, with the lapels unable to be folded
and the flap open, revealing a large area of tight honey-coloured pectoral muscles and half of her legs
exposed, looking stretched and uncomfortable.

Chu Wanning was in no better shape, wearing Mo Ran's robe, the edge of which covered his feet and
trailed down to the ground, and a section of his white coat draped behind him like a cloud of smoke,
which looked nice and proper, but meant that he was now so much shorter than Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning is a bit bruised.

He sulked and said, "Let's go."

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It means "I'm leaving."

Mo Ran did not understand correctly and took it as an invitation to go with him, so he nodded and
offered to take the wooden basin and change of clothes for his master and followed him eagerly.

Chu Wanning :""

The two of them walked to the door of the bath and lifted the curtain. Chu Wanning shivered
involuntarily and Mo Ran saw him and asked him, "It's cold."

"It's not cold."

Mo Ran, who could not tell now that he was being tough, said with a smile, "I'm a bit cold." With a twist
of his hand, a red glow leapt from his palm, and a cold barrier instantly enveloped the two of them. The
boundary was beautiful, with light flowing through it and tiny flower marks at the top.
Chu Wanning looked up with a taboo expression, "Not bad, growing up."

"Not as good as the Master."

"It's almost there, and the boundary I made to repel the cold may not be any better than this." Chu
Wanning watched intently for a moment, looking at the pale traces of flowers on the light formation,
and spoke, "The peach blossoms are beautiful."

"It's Begonia."

Chu Wanning's heart trembled slightly, and a ripple entered his eyes.

Mo Ran said, "The flower has five petals."

"" Chu Wanning snorted, habitually trying to cover the faltering beneath her eyes, and played it cool,
even a little mockingly, "Like me."

To his surprise, the man's gaze was pure and straightforward, and he looked at him with such frankness
that he nodded, "I have not learnt well, so I have made your master laugh."

Chu Wanning is somewhat speechless.

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The two walked in silence, shoulder to shoulder, and after a while Chu Wanning, not wanting to stand
beside him, moved at a slightly faster pace, Mo Ran following behind, and suddenly asked, "Master, are
you angry that I didn't make it back in time for dinner"
"No."

"Really."

"Lying about what you're doing."

"Then why are you walking so fast?"

Chu Wanning, of course, could not say "because you are too tall", but he was silent for a moment,
looked at the sky and said, "because it seems to be raining soon."

As a result, not long after he had finished speaking, crackling water droplets really fell from the already
overcast sky, scattering into a curtain of beads and wet roses.

Mo Ran smiles.

His smile was still as good as it had been five years ago, even more so because it was a little more
genuine, which made it seem even more dazzling.

Chu Wanning glared at him, "What are you smiling at?"

"It's nothing." Mo Ran dimples were deep and sweet.

The youth was very tall, but his eyelashes rustled and he looked back at him well behaved and without
the slightest hint of overbearing.
He was even a little shy, saying, "It's just that I haven't seen my master for a long time. Right now I'm
happy to see it."

""

Chu Wanning looked at him, at the pearly edges on his cheeks, and thought that these two pools of
sweetness would always belong to Shi Mingjing, only to find out that they did not, and that he could
have been lucky enough to get one if he had given his life.

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Chu Wanning scolded him, "Fool."

Mo Ran's eyelashes droop, slim and soft, and she literally smiles like a fool.

In this forgetfulness, Mo Ran inadvertently stepped on the hem of his coat, which he had been carefully
avoiding, and Chu Wanning looked down at the ground and then at him, with a majestic expression but
without speaking.

Mo Ran was very straightforward: "This garment is a bit too big for the Master."

""What a pot calling the kettle black.

Mo Ran takes Chu Wanning all the way back to the red lotus watering hole. Chu Wanning is a bit
uncomfortable, as he is used to being on his own and rarely has the opportunity to share an umbrella,
whether it is an oil paper umbrella or a bounded umbrella.

So when he was halfway there, he stopped and said, "I'll do it myself, it's just opening a boundary."
Mo Ran froze for a moment: "It's a good walk, why"

"There is no such thing as a master asking his disciple to carry an umbrella."

"But Sifu has done so much for me." Mo Ran was silent for a moment, and his voice trailed off, "Every
day for the past five years, I've wished I could get better, because Master knows everything and can do
everything by himself. I just want to know just a little bit more than Master, so that I can be of use to
Master and repay him. After all that time of training, I still feel that the mountains are too high, and I
probably won't be able to repay Master's kindness for the rest of my life. So"

He kept his head down, his hands unconsciously balled into fists by his legs.

The rain on the ground gradually pools into streams, a blossom blooming and confusing.

"So in future, leave the little things like umbrellas to me."

Chu Wanning did not say anything and looked at him quietly.

"I want to hold an umbrella for my Master for the rest of my life."

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"" Chu Wanning felt his heart burning, he suddenly felt like shedding tears when he heard such heart-
warming words.

It's not easy to show weakness when you've obviously been through so much suffering.

He was like a traveller who had been walking for a long, long time and had finally found a place to stay, a
place to lie down and rest.
He collapsed and his bones felt like they were falling apart.

This life.

Mo Ran is twenty-two years old, and it has been said that when one turns twenty, the time one sees is
not the same as before twenty, before twenty, three years, five years, it seems so long that one can call
it a lifetime.

But after the age of twenty, you start to feel that the days are running away, that those who have
passed away will never return, that everything is in a hurry.

He said he would stop in such haste to hold his umbrella.

Chu Wanning had received so little warmth that it hurt so much to have such kindness in his chest. He
looked at Mo Ran, at the man with his head bowed. Suddenly he said, "Mo Ran, look at me."

The man then lifted his face.

Chu Wanning said, "Say that again."

Mo Ran looked at him, a face that was still a little rusty for Chu Wanning, different from the memory and
the absurd drunken dreams of those who had been there.

He is gentle, calm, resolute, with the ardour of fire and the hardness of iron, and the two sections of his
gaze meet Chu Wanning straight on, without hesitation, without flicker.

When Chu Wanning last looked at him five years ago, he was still a young boy.
In a flash, he has become such a handsome and resolute man.

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This man knelt down on one knee before him, tilted his head and said, "Master, I want to hold your
umbrella for the rest of my life."

Chu Wanning gazed at him in awe, at his dark eyebrows, his handsome face, at his bright eyes, his high
nose.

He had grown to be a fine pine and cypress, equal to him and then surpassing him. One day Chu
Wanning, a tree that had stood so long in the wind and rain, suddenly woke up from a dream and
blinked to see the rain stop, the clouds part, and in the fresh early sunlight a tree taller and more
resolute than he was, standing next to him, the wind blowing with a golden light, a thousand ravines of
pine.

The tree said it would stay with him for the rest of his life.

Until they fell, and the sickly wood became dead, and the flourishing branches ceased. Each spring,
summer, autumn and winter thereafter, he is no longer alone.

Chu Wanning looked at him and suddenly realised that Mo Ran was no longer the bloodstained, young
apprentice he had carried back from Butterfly Town five years ago.

He stood in the rain, beneath a knot of flying begonias. For the first time he examined Mo Ran carefully,
inch by inch, the man who had promised him a lifetime.

And then Chu Wanning's heartbeat suddenly picked up.

Suddenly he realised how seductive Mo Ran looked today, from the arch of his nose, to his lips, from the
harsh, hard line of his jaw, to the knot of his throat.

If he had only loved Mo Ran before, he could still hide it, but now that he has met him again, he feels
that this man has become a fire that could easily set him on fire, a fire that could burn the sky.

He felt that the lava that had been dormant in his heart was awakening, stretching its muscles in the
abyss, ready to erupt violently.

That lava, to take the reserve, the condescension, the abstinence of which he had always been so proud

All burned to ashes.

Burned to a cinder.

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Chapter 130: Master, a trip to see you in five years

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Chu Wanning's breathing is a little heavy, his throat a little dry and thirsty.
He was not willing to concede defeat, so he was difficult, he pushed down the fire in his heart, still
asking indifferently, "For life"

"For life."

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"I'll probably go fast, and leave you alone."

"It's okay, I'll catch up."

"I'll probably stand and not want to go either."

"I'll stand with the Master."

Chu Wanning, irritated by his unthinking answer, brushed his sleeve and said, "What if I simply can't
walk anymore?"

"I'll carry you."

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran froze for a moment, feeling as if it was a bit disrespectful and abrupt, so he widened his eyes
and waved his hand and said urgently, "I'll carry you."
Chu Wanning's heart was beating faster and faster, and he had to do everything he could to hold back
the restlessness he felt in his desire to lift the man up, to touch him. The restlessness made him frown,
and he looked anxious and slightly annoyed: "Who needs your back."

Mo Ran opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

His master is so difficult to serve, he can't carry, he can't hold, he can't lift, he can't drag, he's so stupid,
he doesn't know how to make Chu Wanning happy.

So he bowed his head a little, like an abandoned dog.

He whispered, "Then I won't go either."

""

"If you want to get wet, I'll stay with you."

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Chu Wanning was so overwhelmed by this tightly knitted pestering that he, being as independent as he
was, said, almost without thinking, "I don't want your company."

Mo Ran finally stopped talking, and from Chu Wanning's angle all that could be seen of him was his
broad forehead, his dark eyebrows, and two rows of slender eyelashes, drooping like curtains of mist
and trembling slightly, as if a wind were blowing the curtain up and down to amble.

"Master," Chu Wanning's anxious refusal made Mo Ran misunderstand him, and Mo Ran said, "Are you
still angry with me?"
Chu Wanning was still too immersed in his inner turmoil to escape, so he didn't hear it either and simply
said, "What?"

"When I was in the ghost world, I spoke to my master and said I was sorry many times, but I knew it
wasn't enough. I have spent every moment of these five years in guilt, and I know I owe you."

Chu Wanning :""

"I wanted to do better too, to at least be able to stand in front of you without feeling too dirty or unable
to hold my head up. But I couldn't catch up with you. I woke up almost every day worrying if this was a
dream, worrying that when I woke up, you wouldn't be there. My ears always ring with the words you
said to me when you saved me in Jin Chengchi, when you said the dream was too good to be true, and I
just I was so sad"

Mo Ran's voice is a little hoarse.

There was something else he wanted to say, but he didn't want to, he didn't feel ashamed to go on
about it in front of Chu Wanning, how could he be so cruel as to let Chu Wanning know what had
happened in the past five years?

He sometimes stayed alone in the snowy valley, unable to tell the time or where he was. At that time, he
would stick himself with a needle, one needle after another in the bones of his fingers, and it would hurt
so much that he would know that his consciousness was still awake and that he was still alive in this
human world.

Knowing that all this was not a big dream he had in his last life, he would not have woken up to see Xue
Meng, full of hatred, at the top of death and life, or the Confucianism School, razed to the ground, or
Chu Wanning, lying in his clothes in the red lotus water pavilion, as if he had been alive.

As if you were born, as if you were born.

What other four words could be more blood-curdling than these.

Strange to say, in knowing that Chu Wanning had died to save him, in going down to the ghost world to
save people, his heart, though aching, had never been in such uncontrollable despair.

But as the days pass, as the years pass.

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As the day of Chu Wanning's awakening draws nearer, Mo Ran's pain and heartache grows.

It seems that the years spent alone have given him more time to think, or that he has been so hysterical
in the days without Chu Wanning that he has tried his best to imitate the man, unable to tear himself
apart and replace him with Chu Wanning's reflection.

In short, many things that he had once not paid attention to, had not thought deeply about and had
gradually forgotten, had come back to him. Those past events were like the wet mudflats exposed after
the tide had faded, and he stood alone on the beach, the waves having gone out.

Everything is so clear to see.

He remembered his previous life, when the beacons were in full force and he was at the end of his rope.

Xue Meng had come to the top of the world of death and life to question him, word for word, in the
disfigured Wushan Palace, with tears in his eyes.

Why do you do this to your own master.

Xue Meng used to force him, force him to turn back before he died

Mo Ran, he said.

You think about it, you let go of all your hideous hatred. You look back.

He used to take you to train and practice martial arts and protect you.

He used to teach you to learn to read and write, to inscribe poems and paint.

He once learned to cook for you, clumsily, and got his hands bruised.

He used to wait day and night for you to come back, alone from dark to dawn

At that time Mo Ran didn't bother to listen and wouldn't go to see it.

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Presently he came to the shore of fate and the tide was out. He looked down at his feet and saw a heart
left behind, a heart that had treated him so well, that had been so earnest that it was dying, that it was
about to boil the blood of his heart dry.

It was he who was headstrong and did not see it and stepped on it.

He thus trampled Chu Wanning's heart under his feet

Every time Mo Ran thought of this, he felt cold and bloody all over, what had he done?

Bastards

Did you have a heart of stone, why didn't it hurt?

Over the past five years, how many times have I seen Chu Wanning in my sleep, dressed in white and
looking as good as ever?

He woke up with his pillow all wet and he said every day, Chu Wanning, Master, I'm sorry, it's my fault,
it's my fault.

Every day I say it, but it doesn't reduce my guilt one bit.

Later, he would think of him when he saw the spring fragrance, and also when he saw the falling snow in
winter.

Later, every morning is golden, like the soul of Chu Wanning. Every night was black, like Chu Wanning's
eyes. Then every moon was as bright and white as his cloudy sleeves brushing the snow, every rising sun
as warm as his eyes, and then he saw Chu Wanning in the red haze of the sky, in the green crab-
coloured morning sun, in the magnificent rushing of the sea of clouds.

He was everywhere.

Because of this pain and longing, he even gradually lost his hatred for his humble origins and his almost
fanatical infatuation with Shi Mei.

One day he saw a branch of snowy spring flowers poking out of the snowy valley, through a crack in the
wall.
He looked at it calmly for a moment, just thinking as if it were an ordinary day. He thought, "Ah, this
flower is so pretty, if the Master saw it, he would surely like it.

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Just thinking about the simplest, most casual little thing.

None of those Chu Wanning deaths drove him mad; the grief that crushed him roared at him in an
instant, and a thousand miles were destroyed by an ant's nest, and he suddenly broke down.

He cried out of breath, the deep valley was small, the geese were cold, and his voice was so hoarse and
ugly that he was ashamed to cry for the golden flower that grew proudly in the snow.

Five years.

He has never forgiven himself.

"I'm sorry I tried desperately to get back today, I also brought you a gift, I wanted to see you without
empty hands," those strong composure finally flew into oblivion, those pretended composure finally
crumbled.

Mo Ran kneels before Chu Wanning, who has finally confused himself, and now, only when he is in front
of Chu Wanning.

"I'm still stupid, and I wasn't able to do the first thing I promised you after you came back to life. It was
my bad."

When Chu Wanning saw him like this, he couldn't bear to see him. He had always loved Mo Ran, and
now that he was reunited with him after a long time, he couldn't bear to let him suffer like this.
But after hearing him speak, he hesitated and asked, "Why are you late today"

"It was just in time. But in Butterfly Town we met some evil spirits and I"

"Delayed by demon removal"

"I'm sorry." Mo Ran bowed her head, "Not only did I delay, but I even ruined the gift I had prepared for
my master, and almost got it covered in dirt and blood, so I rushed to take a bath, and I ended up"

Chu Wanning's heart goes soft.

The Ink Patriarch.

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This Mo Ran is certainly not the same as it was five years ago.

Five years ago he was selfish and self-serving, but now he knows what is more important. Chu Wanning
is not a man with his heart set on sex, and he would have been angry if Mo Ran had ignored Butterfly
Town's sneakiness, but now he finds the man who kneels before him, clumsily asking for forgiveness, a
little too stupid to be cute.

Chu Wanning slowly stepped forward, his heart flowing with warmth, and he reached out his hand to
help Mo Ran up, but suddenly he heard Mo Ran say in a muffled voice, "Master, please don't expel me
from the school."

This time Chu Wanning was stunned, he didn't know Mo Ran's deep guilt and anxiety, so he didn't
expect Mo Ran to say this and hesitantly said, "What?"
"Even if it rains and I stay with you, chase you, guard you, carry and hold you, and you don't want any of
it and are not satisfied, I beg you, don't drive me away."

Mo Ran finally lifted her face and Chu Wanning's heart trembled.

He saw that the man's eyes were faintly red, and that a mist was misting inside them.

Chu Wanning, who is always sharp and decisive, suddenly lost his head and said, "You're twenty-two
years old, why are you still"

After a long pause, he sighed and said, "You get up first."

Mo Ran jerked her arms up, wiped her eyes fiercely and said stubbornly, "I won't get up if the Master
doesn't want me."

Still a rogue, as expected

Chu Wanning, with a slight headache, purses his lips, grabs his wrist and pulls him up.

When he touched his fingertips, he felt powerful muscles and hot flesh, a young, sturdy body that was
no longer the same as when he was a teenager, but Chu Wanning.

Fortunately, Mo Ran was too upset to notice Chu Wanning's strange behaviour. But Chu Wanning stared
at his hand for a moment in disbelief, his heart pounding.

What's happening to you?

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Did the five years of slumber leave behind all that peace of mind and pride?

He looked up again, startled, at Mo Ran.

Or was it that the person in front of him had changed so much that he could no longer hold himself

Mo Ran bit her lip for a moment, seemingly cross-hearted and stubborn, the kind that could not be
driven away: "Please, Master, don't drive me away."

He said he would kneel again.

Chu Wanning didn't dare to help him again and stopped him with a stern voice: "If you kneel again, I
really won't want you."

"" Mo Ran froze for a moment, her eyes blinking, suddenly understanding, her eyes suddenly lighting up,
"Master, you don't blame me for not being angry with me for missing my appointment today you"

Chu Wanning said angrily, "Have I ever been so small?"

Mo Ran was so excited that he tried to hug him, which scared Chu Wanning, who took a step back and
raised his eyebrows in anger: "What are you doing?"

"Ah." Mo Ran, now aware of his lack of decorum, said, "Sorry sorry sorry, I forgot."
Chu Wanning, the tips of her ears red, said with forced coolness, "Twenty-odd years old and still so
unruly."

The tips of Mo Ran's ears were also red and she muttered, "It's my fault."

It's my fault seemed to be his mantra, and Chu Wanning listened with some good humour, some
amusement, some pity, and some warmth.

He lifted the curtain of his eyelashes and leaned into the corner of his phoenix eyes, glancing at Mo Ran
again, if only for a moment.

At this glance, I saw a handsome, upright man with a wheat-coloured face that was slightly red and hot,
whether from the heat of the hot springs or from something else, and the moist moisture around him
seemed to be dispersed by his sunshine and vitality, which made his eyes dark and bright, glowing.

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Dang.

Chu Wanning felt his heart fluttering heavily, as if his fingertips were again warm from when he had
touched Mo Ran. Suddenly his throat went dry and he dared not look at Mo Ran again and cursed,
"Stupid." He turned and left.

The knot above his head had not shifted, and Mo Ran really came after him just as he had promised.

Chu Wanning lowered his eyelids, not daring to look back, knowing that his eyes must now be filled with
a love and desire that could no longer be hidden, as hot as the fire in his fingers that could not be
wrapped.

He has finally ruined him.

What Mo Ran failed to do five years ago, five years later, this man has done. He has won his heart and
sunk him into the sea of lust.

Since then Chu Wanning has been a mere mortal, a flesh-and-blood human being, living in a net that he
cannot escape from.

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That night, Chu Wanning lay on his bed in the red lotus, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He wondered how Mo Ran had grown into the man he was today, Mo Zong Shi, Mo Weiyu, and when he
closed his eyes he saw the man's heroic face, his gaze blazing, his fortitude and tenderness lingering
within.

Chu Wanning cursed, kicked the duvet heavily and it slid off the edge of the bed, leaving him lying on the
bed in a wide circle, staring up at the beam, his eyes tormented.

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He did everything he could to free himself from lust, to cut the ties of love, until he was exhausted.

" Mo Weiyu you beast." He muttered.

Turning his head, he couldn't shake the tide of thought, the hot, tight body he had seen in the Miaoyin
Pool still seemed to loom before his eyes, he saw broad shoulders, a sharp back, turned around and the
hot water flowed slowly down the mermaid's line

He sat up violently from the bed, his face blue, and never dared to think about it again.

Grabbing a book at hand was like grabbing a lifeline.

Poor Chu Wanning, he was a brilliant man, but now he has to rely on books to get rid of his demons. The
open book, which I don't know which one Xue Meng had bought, was at first incomprehensible to Chu
Wanning, but it took him a while to realise what he was reading.

Only on the thin page, in unmistakable correctness, was written the line

Xianxia sector in size ranking

I know all the words, but when they are piled up together, Chu Wanning is a bit confused.

Sizing in the prime of life

What size

Stature

Further down the page, the slightly smaller handwriting has another sentence next to it: Since this list is
not complete, as it covers all the heroes, there are those who never bathe outside and those who do not
go near flowers and willows, the Confucianism School is missing the size of Nangong Si and Xu Shuanglin,
the Lonely Moonlit is missing the size of Jiang Xi, and the Top of Death and Life is missing Xue Meng, Xie
Fengfeng, Chu Wanning
""

Chu Wanning froze for a moment.

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What do you mean they still need to bathe outside and go to the lanes to see how big they are?

I can't believe I saw my name!

He frowned, tapped his fingertips on the name list and continued to read on. Unfortunately the first
name made him choke for a moment.

Mo Weiyu.

Status: Duke of the Top of Death and Life, Master of Ink

Chu Wanning looks back at Mo Ran's stature, and while the boy is certainly tall and imposing these days,
he doesn't have to be in first place.

Further down the page, it reads, "Viewed during a bath at Deyutang, this is not a mundane object, and it
is astonishing."

""

De Yu Tang Bath
Never a mundane object

Chu Wanning had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he was so used to having a clear mind
that he couldn't figure out what was wrong and had to read on.

In second place was a casual practitioner he had not heard of, and next to it was also written, "Observed
while bathing in the mountains and forests, very great."

"What a nonsense." Chu Wanning was somewhat disgusted, "Shoes and hair can increase or decrease
the size of the body, but they are not so different that you have to wait for someone to take a bath to
peek at them, how can such miscellaneous books be popular among the people nowadays"

Seeing third place

Mei Hanxue

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This time the small print next to it is different, it no longer says "Bathing and watching the clouds, but
"The maidservant of the Spring Ying House is the husband of the maidservant, with the support of the
maids of the Xianxia sector, this object of the Duke of Mei can make the woman's body soft into water
and her bones into mud, and it is not a problem to protect ten people at night."

Chu Wanning :""

After a few moments of dead silence, Elder Yu Heng's head exploded with a buzz. He threw the booklet
from one end of the bedroom to the other with a fierce snap. He threw the booklet from one end of the
bedroom to the other with a fierce snap like a hot potato, his face red as fire, his eyes flashing, his whole
body confused.

What he saw

What size is it? Even if he was dull, he could sense it now. What other size could it be, shameless,
unscrupulous, dirty and unashamed?

After sitting on the bed for a long time, Chu Wanning was still not satisfied, so he got out of bed and
picked up the booklet again, and with the force of his fingers, the paper was shattered into fragments.

However, the words "not a mundane object, awe-inspiring" were like a red-hot iron, hissing at the
bottom of his heart, making his face flush and his heart thunder.

In the Miaoyin Pool, his gaze had deliberately shifted upwards, not looking where it shouldn't have, and
the pool was so steamy that the flesh was a dense blur, so he couldn't have seen it clearly even if he
had. The words, however, are often more alive than the picture, making it easier to imagine.

Never a mundane object

Chu Wanning wiped his face hard and halfway through, he grabbed the blanket and covered his head.

What had happened to him on his first day out of prison Chu Wanning thought with a sigh of relief that
the world had changed and he could not lie back and die again

However, Elder Yu Heng had always been a strict disciplinarian, and even though he had not had a good
night's sleep, even though he was appalled, and even though he had no peace of mind, he got up on
time the next day, dressed and freshened up, and with the same majestic and ascetic face, he floated
down to the top of the Mountain of Death and Life.

Today was the monthly school inspection, and the Good and Evil Terrace was shimmering with armour,
where thousands of disciples were performing their martial arts while the elders inspected them on the
high platform.

After five years of absence, Chu Wanning's position remains unchanged, to the left of Xue Zhengyong.

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He came up the long stone steps in a white dress, looking sickly, and then, with a flick of his sleeves, sat
down on an empty seat and poured himself a pot of tea, drinking and watching.

When Xue Zhengyong saw his bad face, he thought he had made Chu Wanning angry because Mo Ran
had not gone to the banquet yesterday, so he went over to him and said quietly, with a curt meaning,
"Yu Heng, Mo Ran is back."

Chu Wanning's brow twitched and his face got worse instead, "Well, I've seen you."

"Ah met" Xue Zhengyong was stunned, then nodded, "That's good, how's it getting"

"Hmm."

Chu Wanning didn't really want to continue talking to Xue Zhengyong about Mo Ran, after all, he'd had
the curse of "no ordinary thing is amazing" repeating in his head since yesterday. He didn't intend to
look for Mo Ran in the sea of people below him, but simply looked down at the table.

"Lots of fresh fruit snacks."

Xue Zhengyong smiled, "It's not too early to use it, so have some more if you like."

Chu Wanning was not shy to take a piece of lotus flower pastry and ate it with hot tea. The colour of the
lotus puff pastry gradually changes in an orderly manner, from the base of the petals to the tip of the
blossom, with a cardamom-like scarlet colour, and the layers of puff pastry are crisp and crunchy in the
mouth, while the bean paste inside is sweetened with cinnamon.

" Lin'an Qingfeng Court's handiwork" Chu Wanning murmured, turning to Xue Zhengyong, "is not made
by the master of Mengpo Court"

"No, it's something Mo Ran has brought back to pay tribute to you." Xue Zhengyong laughed, "Look at
the other elders' tables, they don't have any."

"Only when he said this did Chu Wanning realise that the wooden table in front of him was full of fruit
desserts of all kinds, including cakes and preserves, and even a small jasper-coloured celadon bowl with
a closed lid containing three sweet dumplings, no less.

The dumplings are not made from the usual white glutinous rice, but from Lin'an's lotus root, which is
mixed into the dough, a crystal clear grain with a jade-like colour.

"Oh, this is a little something that Mo Ran borrowed from the kitchen at Mengpo Court this morning,
the red one is stuffed with moon bean paste, the yellow one is stuffed with peanuts and sesame seeds,
and the green one is made from finely ground dragon well tea. Xue Zhengyong muttered, "It's been a
busy morning, very fine, and only three were made."

Chu Wanning :""

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"Yu Heng, do you have enough to eat?"

"Hmm." Chu Wanning was quiet for a moment before nodding.

When he eats soup dumplings, he actually never eats more than three. The first one is sweet, the
second one is sweet, the third one is insatiable, and if he eats a fourth one, he gets a bit bored.

Mo Ran cooked exactly three of them, which was a coincidence, no more, no less, just the way he
wanted it.

The white porcelain spoon scooped up the lovely, round, lotus root-root flour skin soup balls and
brought them to my lips, finding that they were just the right size to eat in one bite, unlike the ones
made by Mengpo Court's cooks for the Lantern Festival, which were so big that they stuck to my mouth
and took a lot of effort to eat.

The person who made the dumplings seemed to know exactly how big his mouth could hold, what size
to eat in his mouth without being uncomfortable, and the endless intimacy that seemed to be wrapped
up in the soft filling.

This thought somehow caused Chu Wanning's heart to stir, then die of shame and hide behind his
composure.

"He's quite good at his craft."

"It's a pity it's only made for you, no one else can eat it, not even me as an uncle." Xue Zhengyong
sighed, regretfully.

Chu Wanning listened, pursing his lips lightly and not saying a word, only taking a spoon to stir the hot
water in the bowl of calabash, the dumplings already finished, just the right amount of sweetness,
slowly melting away in his heart.
After a snack, Chu Wanning took a dossier from his desk and went to look at some of the changes that
had taken place at the top of the Dead in the last five years, regardless of the frenzy of the martial arts
parade below.

It was all put together by Xue Zhengyong and was so concise that Chu Wanning soon finished reading it.
When he raised his hand to cover the volume, he saw another booklet pressed underneath.

"This is," he said as he took it out, a thick, thread-bound book that looked very thick. Xue Zhengyong
glanced at it and smiled, "It's also a gift from Mo Ran. Yesterday he said he had fought with an evil spirit
on his way back and the book was accidentally spattered with blood, and many pages were torn.

Chu Wanning nodded and opened the book, running his long, thin hand over the head of the volume,
where, in neat, regular script, were written four words.

Book with my Master.

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His eyes widened slightly in some surprise.

This is a letter to him

He lifted his eyes to look down into the sea of people to find Mo Ran, but all he saw was armour
glittering like fish in a pond.

Unable to find anyone for a moment, he continued to look down at the letter.

Every day after Chu Wanning's retreat, Mo Ran missed his master. He had so many things on his mind
that he was afraid he would forget them after a long time. So he found someone to make a sturdy book,
a thick one, containing 1,825 sheets of paper. He calculated that he would write a letter to his master
every day for five years, writing everything from a particularly unpleasant leaf rake he had eaten to what
he had learnt from his training today.

He had originally counted one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five sheets of paper, no more and no
less, and when he had finished writing them, it was time for the Master to leave the gate.

But sometimes I can't stop, the words are squeezed into a tiny ball, eagerly pouring onto the paper, and
I can't wait for Chu Wanning to see the sea-buckthorn flowers in the north of the desert, the smoke of
the Changbai Mountains, or to hide the dessert I tasted today in the paper, waiting for Chu Wanning to
wake up and enjoy it with me.

The little lines, which did not stop from the beginning to the end, did not contain any melodramatic
statements, nor did they write anything sad or upsetting, only an honest note of every splendid moment
of the five years, and he only took what was good and shared it with him.

So the page a day that he had once counted on was naturally not enough at the end, and he attached a
thick stack of letters to the back of the booklet

Chu Wanning rolls slowly, his eyes a little moist.

He watched Mo Ran's handwriting go from childish to upright, from upright to handsome.

While the latest ink stains seem to have not yet dried, the earliest handwriting is becoming green and
yellow.

The four words "Letter to my Master", each one different from the other, slowly move from light hooves
and fast horses to white snow.

At the end of the day, the plumes are dangling, the bending iron is breaking gold, the end is skimming
and pressing the wind, the horizontal screen and the vertical curved hook.
Chu Wanning turns to the last page and rubs his fingers over the four words at the top of the volume.

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Book with my Master, Book with my Master.

He looked at the dignified brush and ink, as if he saw the tip of Mo Ran's brush only just dangling, the
wolf's brush resting, the man looking up, no longer a teenager.

From the first to the last letter, it was as if he saw Mo Ran go from sixteen to twenty-two, her figure
drawing in and her brow deepening.

Just every day, he would sit down at the desk and write a letter to him.

"Master."

At some point, when the demonstration was over, Chu Wanning heard someone calling out to him and
looked up to see Xue Meng waving excitedly at him from the front of the Good and Evil stage.

Next to Xue Meng, a man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, long legs and a straight body, is
standing quietly, his face glowing with heat after his martial arts performance, his forehead sweaty and
shining in the sunlight with a crystal sheen like the bright fur of a cheetah.

When Mo Ran saw Chu Wanning looking at him, he froze for a moment and then suddenly smiled. In the
golden morning light, his smile was so enchantingly bright, like the rustling of pines soaked in the rising
sun, the eagerness in his eyes, the tenderness in his eyelashes, the blush on his hard, upright face, so
vivid and fiery it was dazzling.

What a handsome son of a gun.

Chu Wanning sat unmoved on the platform with his arms clasped, looking down at him haughtily, but no
one could tell that he was already in turmoil and in disarray.

In the crowd, Mo Ran smiles and laughs, then suddenly raises his hand and points to his shirt and then
to Chu Wanning.

"" Chu Wanning did not react, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at him suspiciously.

Mo Ran smiled more knowingly and folded her hands around her lips, making a few quiet gestures.

Chu Wanning :""

Leaves rustling, morning breeze, Mo Ran seems a little helpless, a smile rolling across his lips, shaking his
head and nodding at his lapel.

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Chu Wanning bows his head and, after a moment, suddenly flushes his ears.

""

The wizened Elder Yu Heng, under the guidance of his disciple, suddenly realised that he had woken up
in a hurry in the morning and that the red lotus water salon clothes were in disarray, so he had casually
put on the same one that he had mistakenly taken from Mo Ran yesterday.

No wonder I felt something dragging on the floor when I was walking today, it was the hem of my shirt.
Mo Weiyu, you can do it. Chu Wanning turned his face away in anger. You're an insensitive bastard who
doesn't know what he's talking about!

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Chu Wanning, really?

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Chapter 132: The Master and Shi Mei

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In the late afternoon, the tired birds returned to their nests. The disciples at the summit of death and
life finish their business for the day and head back and forth to Mengpo Court. Mo Ran, however, did
not leave, but stood by the wooden stake, seemingly waiting for someone.

Xue Meng's relationship with him had eased considerably over the years, especially after Mo Ran had
found the finest spirit stones to inlay his Dragoncity sabre, so that the animosity between the brothers
was no longer so stark. So Xue Meng turned to him and asked, "Shall we eat?"

"I'll be a bit later."

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Shi Mei stood in the sunset glow, her skin as beautiful as cream. He stroked his hair at his temples and
asked, "Mo Ran is waiting for the Master."

"Yeah." Mo Ran had seen him during the morning retreat, and the year she and Xue Meng joined forces
to fill the Sky Split, she had seen that Shi Mei was about to surpass Xue Meng in stature.

But at this time of year, with the sun setting, he and Xue Meng are standing in front and behind each
other, which still makes Mo Ran feel a little awkward. It's not that he thinks Shi Mei is unattractive, of
course, it's just that
I can't say, Mo Ran doesn't know what it was like. He was used to seeing Shi Mei in a soft position,
always covered by Xue Meng, but he didn't expect it to be the other way round.

Mo Ran finally smiled at Shi Mei, "I missed the dinner yesterday, I want to apologise to my master and
invite him for a meal down the mountain, so I won't be going to Mengpo Court today, if you want to go,
you can join me."

Xue Meng and Shi Mei were not used to Chu Wanning eating with them, so they looked at each other
and left. With nothing else to do, Mo Ran squatted on a large boulder, folding a dog's tail and playing
with it, while waiting for Chu Wanning to come down the hill.

Only when the sunset was deep in blood and the moon was peeking through the purple clouds did a
man slowly walk along South Mountain's bamboo path, changed into a fresh white coat and carrying a
parcel in his hand.

"I was kind of trying to get to you. What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for the Master to eat." Mo Ran said, jumping down from the rock, still holding the dog-tailed
grass in his hand, smiling brightly, "A new restaurant has opened in Wuchang Town, and I heard that the
chef invited is the former chef of Upper Fairy World, who makes the best pastries. I would like to invite
you to try it."

Chu Wanning gave him a nonchalant look from head to toe: "You've made a fortune."

Mo Ran just laughs and doesn't say anything.

Chu Wanning grunted and threw the cloth bag at him, Mo Ran took it and asked, "What is this"
"Your clothes." Chu Wanning said, and he was already walking forward. Mo Ran hurried to catch up with
him and stood alongside him, smiling, "This is a good material, light to wear, but warm, and if your
master likes it, I'll have it altered a little smaller, too"

"I don't wear clothes that have been worn by other people."

Mo Ran was slightly stunned, then a little embarrassed, "I didn't mean that, I saw you wearing it this
morning and thought you liked it, so I didn't think it through.

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Chu Wanning asks, "Do you know how big a dress I wear?"

Mo Ran thought, "How could he not know Chu Wanning's size?

He could gauge Chu Wanning's waist by wrapping his arms around it, and he knew that Chu Wanning's
chin could just reach his shoulder when he padded his feet, and that once, when they were tangled up in
each other's arms, Chu Wanning sometimes couldn't resist biting him, with two rows of sharp teeth
imprinted near his collarbone that wouldn't fade for days.

And he certainly knew how long Chu Wanning's legs were, so powerful in combat, so helpless around his
waist, their long, lean calves trembling slightly, the tips of their rounded toes taut

How could he not know how wide Chu Wanning's shoulders were and how full the curve of her hips
was?

Chu Wanning, a virgin, did not know what he was asking and thought it was a very clever question to ask
his good pupil, Mo Weiyu.
Chu Wanning brushed his sleeve and said, "I don't know what other clothes you cut."

""

Mo Ran has a hard time arguing.

He can't always say he knows, and he even kneads the dumplings without thinking of Chu Wanning's
figure from yesterday, the even, strong figure in the Miaoyin Pool water mist, as tight and beautiful as
he remembers.

And so the mind wanders, thinking of Chu Wanning's pale, thin lips, the pain they used to feel when they
were forced to swallow themselves, unable to hold themselves up, the tightening in their throats, the
desire to dry heave.

Mo Ran closed his eyes and rolled his throat, but cursed himself for being a brute.

Honour him, love him, and do not be delusional.

To him. To him.

Mo Ran took two deep breaths, but the hot desire was barely suppressed, but the dumplings were a bit
too big, so they would stick to the mouth of the master.

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The tip of his tongue rolled over it like a warm fire, igniting Mo Ran's seven senses and killing him.
He knew exactly what size dessert he could fit in his mouth, but Chu Wanning, that guy, asked him if he
knew the size of his clothes.

The question was like the soft tongue of a cat, licking his chest.

Mo Ran dared not think any further and bowed his head, "Before cutting the clothes, naturally I must
consult my master."

Chu Wanning looked at him a little strangely, "You've got a cold."

"No."

"Then how the throat is mute."

"On fire."

Chu Wanning is stunned for a moment, not knowing what to expect, and turns his face abruptly, his lips
tightly pursed, his brow a haze, but the back of his ears a little red.

It was only when the two of them arrived in Wuchang Town and sat in the newly opened Zhongqiu
Restaurant's private window room that the light red finally faded.

It was the first time that Mo Ran had invited Chu Wanning to dinner, although she had done so before,
either out of necessity or out of necessity.

The waiter at the Zhongqiu House made a pot of Lushan Yunwu, served melon seeds and nuts, and then
handed the two bamboo scrolls with the names of the dishes to the two Your Mightinesses. Mo Ran
took them, smiled naturally at the waiter, and said, "Thank you."
Chu Wanning raised his eyes slightly and looked at Mo Ran for a moment.

This man was not in the habit of saying thank you before.

"Whatever you want to eat, Master, feel free to order, but I recommend this restaurant's Mandarin fish
with pine nuts, which I've heard is sweet and sour and looks very nice."

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Chu Wanning nodded, "One then, the rest is up to you."

Mo Ran smiled, "Then I'll do it to the Master's taste."

Chu Wanning indifferently: "You know what I like to eat"

"Well, know."

It used to be known but always forgotten.

Not in the future.

As I was looking at the bamboo book, I heard the sound of footsteps coming from the staircase and the
tinkling of the beaded curtain. The waiter's voice came over, "Ah, Your Mightiness, please, the two you
are looking for are sitting in the elegant room.

A lustrous white hand gently lifts the onyx-beaded curtain from the green gauze tent.
A very beautiful man with soft black hair, red lips and white teeth appeared at the door carrying a jug of
wine and a breezy smile under his eyes. Mo Ran looked back, clearly stunned: " Shi Mei, what brings you
here?"

"When he heard that you had come down to eat here, he thought that the restaurant was new and had
good food but no aged wine, so he sent me to deliver a jug of Pear Blossom White. Shi Mei said, shaking
the red clay wine jug in her hand, which was wrapped in a bamboo vine.

Shi Mei smiled, "It's a good thing we made it in time, otherwise it would have been redundant for me to
come if you had ordered drinks."

Chu Wanning asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I'll eat when I get back, Mengpo Court won't close so soon, it's too late."

"You're here, so why go?" Chu Wanning, being a man of honour, said, "Sit down and join us."

"I'm afraid this is going to break the bank for Mo Ran."

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Mo Ran smiled and said, "It's just a chair. The elegant room was decorated with fine chopsticks inlaid
with gold and silver, and the candlelight made them shine.

Shi Mei took her seat and filled a glass of wine for each of the three people. The fragrant aroma of pear
blossom white spreads over the whole table in no time. The fragrance of this wine is familiar, Mo Ran
drank it after Shi Mei's death in her previous life, and when Chu Wanning died, Mo Ran even drank it on
the roof all night.

Now that the calamity has passed, they are both still alive.
Mo Ran suddenly felt that all those past possessions and love affairs no longer seemed to matter so
much. The two people who had treated him best in life were still in the world, and it was enough for him
to earn money and treat them to a meal and a drink.

Three cups and two drinks are worth ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains in a previous life.

"Waiter, please order the Mandarin fish with pine nuts, followed by the lion's head with crabmeat,
crystal delicacies, cherry ham, three fresh ingredients in soup, and steamed pork with dumpling leaves,
all of which are not spicy at all. Then a side of boiled fish, mabo tofu, sliced lung of the couple, and diced
chicken with kung pao, all of which should be heavily spiced. For the savoury dessert, you'll want the
Ying Yu shrimp dumplings, steamed pork ribs with taro in soy sauce, dried scallop tripe and phoenix claw
in black bean sauce. For the sweet dessert," Mo Ran glanced at Chu Wanning and closed the bamboo
book, "I won't go into detail, just have one of each."

Chu Wanning didn't even raise his eyes, "Can't eat it."

Mo Ran said, "Take it back."

"Take it back cold."

"Let Mengpo Court warm up."

Chu Wanning felt that Mo Ran's appearance nowadays was somewhat like that of a merchant who had
dug up a mine and become rich overnight, spreading his money in a wasteful manner, so he was too lazy
to nag him any further, so he unfolded the bamboo slip in front of him, looked at it and said, "One
kidney bean roll, one leaf rake, and three bowls of sweet bean paste in soup.

The dishes were soon served, Shi Mei loved spicy food and Chu Wanning didn't like red, so Mo Ran
ordered them separately, half of the table was fresh and fresh, half was red and intense, the colours
matched so well that it was unexpectedly beautiful.
"Here we go, the last dish, our signature dish, Mandarin fish with pine nuts"

With a shout from the waiter, a plate of brightly thickened and fragrant Mandarin fish was brought out
by two waiters. The fish looked to be five pounds in weight, fried to a crisp golden colour and served on
a huge, shallow porcelain plate, with its body sliced into even thicknesses and topped with a bright, red,
sweet and sour sauce, sprinkled with green peas, finely shredded cloud legs and crystal shrimps, it was a
sight to behold and an appetite to behold.

Chu Wanning, who has a sweet tooth, especially a sweet and sour one, saw the fish and although his
face remained unchanged, his eyes lit up.

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This light was seen by Mo Ran.

The waiter looked at their table and saw that there was still space in front of Shi Mei, so he went to sort
out the plates to make room for them there.

But a hand was quicker than he was and had already started to adjust the table. Mo Ran got up and
placed the few meat dishes that Chu Wanning didn't touch much on his side, then brought a few nice
spicy dishes to Shi Mei. This left Chu Wanning's place open and Mo Ran smiled and said to the waiter,
"Put the fish here."

"Hey, okay."

The waiter was so happy to meet such a helpful customer that he immediately took the plates from the
two waiters and set them down in the vacant space, nodding his head and bowing down.

Mo Ran's adjustment was so natural that the casual observer would have thought he was just helping
out the waiter brother, but Shi Mei sensed the favour. He is a little surprised by Mo Ran's move, and his
gaze is filled with small shards of light, before lowering his eyebrows for a long time, seemingly in a state
of regret.

Shi Mei felt that when Mo Ran returned after five years, not only had his whole appearance changed,
but even his kindness towards him seemed to have faded.

He also likes to eat Mandarin fish with pine nuts, so why is it placed so far away from him?

Or is it that your heart has changed and is no longer as it was?

Shi Mei is not a person who is presumptuous. His looks and temperament are superior to Chu
Wanning's, and there are few people in the whole Xianxia world who are as good-looking as he is.

But at that moment he suddenly felt a little hesitation.

He knows that when Mo Ran was young, he looked like a womanizer, loving those pretty clothes as if
they were his bones, but that was just an illusion; what was most precious to Mo Ran was his friendship.

When someone gives him a tael, he has to return a thousand.

Now that his master and he had cleared their differences, Chu Wanning had treated Mo Ran with a
kindness that was beyond his own. As he thought of this, Shi Mei suddenly felt a chill come over him and
he lifted his face to look at the faces of the two men in the shadow of the lamp.

One drinks with his head bowed, his phoenix eyes like water, his ciliary feathers like smoke, his look and
countenance reticent.

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When the eyelashes move lightly, it is as if ripples have fallen in the lake, swinging away a million points
of stars, and the love in them is something that the owner of these eyes has not even noticed.

Shi Mei was so distracted that his elbow touched his chopsticks and the chopsticks fell to the floor with a
loud clatter.

Bending down, he was struck dumb.

The chopsticks landed, unobtrusively, right next to Mo Ran's boots. It was a shimmering colour, lying
quietly, waiting for him to pick it up.

He could have asked waiter for another pair, but Shi Mei has never been one to bother others, and
perhaps even the gentlest, most self-effacing person would have felt a little resentful and confused in
the face of such a discrepancy. Or maybe it's not that complicated, but sometimes what one does is just
a thought.

For Shi Mei, at this moment, by coincidence, he really wanted to know how much love Mo Ran still had
for him, so with a little hesitation and a thought, he lowered his head and stretched out his long white
hands to pick up the chopsticks that were resting on Mo Ran's legs.

The chopsticks fell too close together and naturally, when picking them up, the back of Shi Mei's hand
inevitably touched Mo Ran's calf.

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Chapter 133: The Master is most puritanical

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Mo Ran was drinking a pearly white when he felt something touch his leg, he subconsciously tried to
move away, but before he could, the touch became more pronounced, almost against him.

He was slightly stunned, not understanding for a moment what had happened. It was only when Shi Mei
sat up straight again and he looked at that magnificent face with its thin red tinge, her lips pursed and
her brows lowered as if she was preoccupied, that Mo Ran suddenly realised

That was just

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"Cough cough cough" Mo Ran choked instantly.

In his heart, Shi Mei had always been like a white snowflake, a willow-tipped crescent moon, to be
viewed from afar but not to be played with. Although he loved him so much that he could die for him,
he rarely thought of Shi Mei in terms of love, let alone put it into practice.

But was such a pure and unblemished person just touching him

The idea startled Mo Ran and he shook his head like a rattle because it was so intimidating.

"Nothing."

How could he touch him in front of the Master?

This, this is not something Shi Mei would do!

Mo Ran's face was more complicated, more of a shock than a surprise.

After a long pause, he heard Shi Mei call out in a gentle voice, "The chopsticks are dirty, waiter, so
please go and get a new pair."

The waiter came and went at the sound of his voice. Mo Ran turned his head with compassion and was
confronted by Shi Mei's clear, light face. Sensing that someone was looking at her, Shi Mei lifted her
peach blossom eyes a few inches, and with a smile that was if anything, fell on Mo Ran.
"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Shi Mei said, "The chopsticks fell in the wrong place, right by your feet."

"Oh." Mo Ran sighed with relief, his heart easing. It was true that he had been overthinking things. He
was about to say a few more words to Shi Mei to lighten the mood when she turned her face away and
got up to get a ladle of soup.

Feeling guilty about the thought, Mo Ran said, "Let me help you scoop."

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"No, I'll just do it myself."

With that, he rolled up his sleeves and calmly served himself the three fresh soups.

The soup had been placed by Mo Ran, close to Chu Wanning and far from Shi Mei, and it hadn't felt like
it when he was sitting, but now that he was standing up to scoop it, the distance was so stark that he
almost had to stretch his arms to reach it from the other end of the table.

One spoonful, two spoonfuls, slow and deliberate.

Mo Ran :""
Shi Mei met his troubled eyes and did not say a word, just smiled slightly and looked down to continue
ladling her own soup.

Mo Ran felt a little awkward and when Shi Mei had finished ladling, he asked Chu Wanning if he wanted
some. Chu Wanning said no and he moved the soup to the middle, not too close to anyone and not too
far away, just the right spot.

His benefactor and his favourite person.

The original should not have been biased.

During the meal, Shi Mei suddenly said, "Mo Ran, you really know how to behave nowadays, and you
are no longer the disciple who would make your master angry. So there's something that I want to say
to you and to say sorry to your master, as we are all three here today."

Mo Ran saw the solemnity of his words and stared, "What is it?"

"Do you remember the first time I made a bowl of dumplings and sent them to you" Shi Mei said, "I
didn't make that bowl of dumplings, I never could wrap the pasta, that was"

Mo Ran just laughed, "I thought it was something. So it's this one, I knew it already."

"Ah, you were already" Shi Mei was slightly stunned, her eyes widened and she turned her head to Chu
Wanning who was minding her own good drink, "it was the Master who told you"

"No, I saw it before I went to the ghost world." Mo Ran was about to elaborate, when suddenly Chu
Wanning put down his wine and coughed lightly, giving him a stern, cold look.

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Mo Ran knew that he had a thin skin and naturally did not want others to know his soft spot, so he said
to Shi Mei, "Anyway, five years ago I already understood the causes and consequences, so it's too long
to talk about it, so I won't."

Shi Mei nodded, "That's good." He said to Chu Wanning, "Master, when you refused to bring Mo Ran the
casserole yourself and asked me to bring it to him, I didn't think it would be a problem. I wanted to
explain this to Mo Ran myself, but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. "

"No harm done, I was the one who didn't let you talk about it in the first place. What's your fault."

"But I am overwhelmed with myself and feel that I have robbed the Master of his heart. Master, I am
sorry for you." Said Shi Mei, lowering her eyes and asking again half-heartedly, " Mo Ran, I can't live up
to you either."

Mo Ran never blamed Shi Mei for this, although his initial kindness to Shi Mei was caused by a copy of
Chu Wanning's hand, but later Shi Mei's warmth was genuine, and Shi Mei only did what Chu Wanning
asked her to do, without any intention of taking credit for it.

Mo Ran said, "No, no, no, no, you don't care about that. It's been a long time coming."

He looked at Shi Mei in the light of the lamp, a face he had never seen before in his previous life, for in
his previous life Shi Mei had died at this time, her youthfulness fading in the wind before her prime, a
lifelong pain to him.

He didn't even have the chance to know that Shi Mei would look like this when she lived to be twenty-
four years old.

Tall, with a face as ice-white as jade and a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with spring water, she looks
so gentle that she is afraid to be soft when she is angry.
His clenched, wrinkled heart slowly loosened, and he sighed darkly, suddenly feeling happy, warm and
grounded in his heart.

Although he feels a bit stranger than the nineteen-year-old Shi Mei, the twenty-four-year-old is not as
intimate as he once was, and perhaps it is because of this strangeness that he even thought that "Shi
Mei would touch his calf". But Mo Ran felt that with time he would get used to it. As for his feelings, he
didn't want to force them anymore, so he just let them be.

After five years of wandering around, with no trace of him and a couple of dangers, not sure if the fake
Gouchen had done it on purpose, but all in all, the hand behind it had not yet been extended or caught,
Mo Ran felt that there was no peace ahead and he could not afford to be complacent.

These two people around him, even if he were to put his own life on the line, he would protect them for
the rest of his life.

Mo Ran's side had let go of the demon for the time being, but little did he know that the demon, never
to be left idle, had spared him, but had moved on to climb another man.

Perhaps because he had eaten too much in the evening, Chu Wanning soon became a little sleepy when
he returned. He had wanted to work on the new mech drawings overnight, but only halfway through, he
was yawning. After a few moments, he finally blinked sleepily and fell asleep in bed without even
changing his clothes.

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Sleep was muddled and I dreamed a lot of messy things.

First, the size ranking of the Xianxia sector's prime performers, and then the majestic and powerful body
seen in the Miaoyin Pool.
In the hazy candlelight, Chu Wanning's brow furrowed slightly as if she wanted to escape from this
shameless dream, but she couldn't help herself and gradually sank deeper and deeper into it.

Then he had the same dream he had before.

The Loyalty Palace is a different place, a different life.

A thoroughly mature Mo Weiyu cupped his chin, his eyes malicious and mocking, and spoke obscenely
to him.

He said, "You let me fuck once, and I'll agree to your terms."

This Mo Weiyu was not quite the same as the Mo Ran he had seen, looking too frantic and his
handsome face was pale, his skin not the wheatish colour he had seen.

"Get down on your knees and lick me properly yourself."

The jumbled sentences came intermittently from the depths of the nightmare, as if something in the
skull was about to break free, about to break free from its chains and lunge at Chu Wanning.

He felt unnerved, yet inexplicably tormented by excitement.

In his dream, he saw Mo Ran approaching him, tearing at his clothes, the sound of them shredding never
before so clear, followed by a violent blackness, as if he had sunk into a quagmire.

Like countless times before, this dream breaks here again.

If it were before, after the dream had broken, he would have slept peacefully, and the night would have
been free of further disturbances. But today, for some reason, after the dream ended, a shimmering
light slowly lit up before his eyes again.

Chu Wanning tried to see what was in front of him, but the new dream was so blurred that it felt like a
layer of vapour. He could not see around him, only a blur of scarlet.

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He could not see, but his senses of smell and touch became clearer and even more sensitive as the
dream unfolded. Suddenly he felt an unspeakable rush of love and burning, and he saw a fit body
swaying before him, pressed against him. Chu Wanning was taken aback and instinctively tried to
struggle, but the body seemed not to be his, but to belong to himself in the dream.

He felt himself shuddering uncontrollably, he could hear the man panting heavily, the burning air stream
spraying against his ear, his lips touching his ear drop now and then but just not kissing him, not taking it
in.

He turned his head sideways, and beneath him was a large, soft bed that creaked and swayed with the
movements of the two men, and he could even smell the wild, fishy stench of fierce animal pelts, and
the bed appeared to be covered with animal skins. He tried to reach out and grab the mattress as he
floated, but he didn't have the strength.

The man was so fierce, so hard, it seemed to tear his body apart, and he heard the moan that spilled
from his throat, hoarse and muffled.

He shook his head in desperation and tried to break free, but the man's strength was so strong that it
seemed to break him in pieces in his hands. Chu Wanning felt his scalp tingle and his body trembled
uncontrollably.

Perhaps the dream was too real and too exhausting, and Chu Wanning did not wake up until midday the
next day, when he lay on his bed, unable to regain consciousness for half a day. When he inclined his
head, he seemed to be able to smell the animal skins from his dream, with the fishy sweetness of the
wild.

But blink and you are still lying on the cold, dark rosewood bed of the red lotus water salon, all is well
and nothing is wrong.

Only

Chu Wanning stiffened and slowly lowered his eyes to look beneath him.

""

Because of his mindfulness, he has rarely had any physical reactions due to his years of abstinence, and
Elder Yu Heng found himself with a shameful morning erection.

All these years of purification have not gone to the belly of a dog

And what were those dreams yesterday? How could he have dreamt that kind of messy scene? How
could how could that happen?

Was it really just a case of seeing Mo Ran's body once at Miaoyin Pool and accidentally reading that
"amazing" dirty book?

Chu Wanning's face was blackened, his face buried in his hands, rubbed hard and raised again, still black.

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Pursing her lips, she wanted to dip her body in the cold lotus pool to cool down the fire in her heart. But
before she could even land on her toes, she sensed that the boundary of the red lotus water pond had
fluctuated.

Someone is coming in.

Chu Wanning immediately paled and pulled the blanket over his lower body, but the man's steps were
fast, so he thought he was walking lightly, and he heard the door slam twice.

"Master, are you up yet?"

It was the same voice as the man in the dream. Only in the dream this voice was lower and wetter,
drenched in infinite love and eagerness.

The voice at the door was calm and respectful, even a little worried, probably because he was a little
anxious to see that Chu Wanning had not woken up at this late hour.

Chu Wanning leaned back on the bed, cuddled up under the blanket, listening to such a voice, the wall
between dream and reality seemed to be broken down, all the lingering and fierce clashes in the dream
were illuminated by the voice of the man outside, and the tide of emotions surged, making it even more
difficult to calm down.

He was about to lie down and pretend to sleep when he heard Mo Ran outside saying, "Master, are you
in the house if you can, I'll come in."

I'm coming in.

It was a simple phrase, but it made Chu Wanning think of the man in his dream, lying on top of him, his
lips opening and closing, the heat of his masculinity almost burning him.

The man gasped, "Relax, I'm coming in."

Chu Wanning's face flushed red, and he sat dumbly on the bed, his clothes in disarray, his heart on fire,
his eyes seemingly filled with ruthlessness and resentment, but that ruthlessness and resentment were
like the gravel on the shore, cold and jagged in the winter, which made people afraid to look at it, but
when the spring waters began to unravel and the tide flowed, the sharp teeth were drowned in the soft,
rippling light, and there was no trace of malice.

Rarely has he been so embarrassed and overwhelmed, and almost never has he felt such a strong desire.

He stayed where he was until Mo Ran pushed the door in and he reacted with a start, trying to pretend
to be asleep but it was too late.

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When Mo Ran entered, he saw Chu Wanning sitting on the bed, his dark ink hair spread all over his face,
which glowed like an icy lake in the sunlight, and the man's eyebrows and eyes were so stern that they
looked up at him like a frosty blade at first, with a few inches of cold light flowing from the scabbard.

However, the ends of his eyes were thin red, so the cold light was tinged with charm, ruthlessness
entwined with humiliation, as if whoever had just tortured him had done something indescribable to
him, eyes containing stubbornness and a wet, watery hue.

Mo Ran looked at him in silence, this man was like a stamen growing out of a thorn bush, he slowed his
breathing so much that he felt as if a boulder had fallen into his chest, sending up a huge wave.

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Mo Ran didn't say anything for a long time, but the knot in his throat twitched slightly.

It was almost as if he was in a torrent of desire, clinging to a driftwood to keep himself from drowning,
stumbling over the thought that

Respect and adoration for him.

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Respect is the respect for love, love is the love for love, and must not be desecrated, must not be
harmed, must not add extra feelings, and must not do anything as absurd and insulting to the Master as
it was in the previous life.

After mumbling these words four or five times in his lava-boiling mind, Mo Ran barely managed to keep
his composure and walked seemingly at ease into the room, greeting Chu Wanning with a smile.

"Master, so you're in there why don't you make a sound?"

"Just woke up." Chu Wanning said dryly.

Dry is really dry, the throat is also dry, the desire is also dry, if you are not careful to fall into a little fire,
it can start a fire.

Mo Ran was holding a heavy five-ply bamboo lunch box in his hands. He tried to put it on the table, but
when he glanced at it, it was full of files, drills, mortises and pins, and a mess of drawings. He had no
choice but to carry the box to Chu Wanning's bedside.

Chu Wanning seemed to be getting up more than usual, looking at him with obvious agitation and
frowning, "What are you doing?"

"Master woke up late and there was nothing left to eat in Mengpo Court, so I had nothing to do and
made some myself to keep Master company for the morning."

At the top was a plate of sautéed wild mushrooms, then a plate of tender green lettuce, then at the
bottom were silver silk rolls and sugar roots in honey sauce, and at the bottom were two bowls of
crystal-full white rice and a bowl of asparagus and ham soup.

Two bowls of white rice

Chu Wanning was a bit speechless that he was such a big eater in Mo Ran's mind.

"The table is a bit messy, the Master is eating up in bed, or should I go and clear the table and bring the
dishes over"

Chu Wanning, of course, doesn't like eating in bed, but at this point, with his lower body lust still intact
and covered by the blanket, he was torn between his manners and his face and chose the latter.

"There's too much stuff on the table and it's going to take a long time to clean up, so let's eat here."
Mo Ran smiled and nodded, "Good."

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I have to say that Mo Ran's cooking is very good, the dishes he made five years ago were already very
tasty and five years later they are even more difficult to match. The mushrooms were straw mushrooms,
the silver rolls were made with sweet potatoes instead of bean paste, the asparagus was made with
tender tips, and the ham was half mixed with fat and lean, the colour was like a red haze in the sky.

Mo Ran never asked him about his tastes, but everything was just right, as if they had lived together for
many years.

Chu Wanning eats comfortably, his chopsticks not stopping for a moment despite his calm demeanour,
and when he finishes the last mouthful of soup, he looks up to see Mo Ran sitting on the edge of the
bed, one foot on the wooden shelf of a nearby chair, one hand on his cheek, looking at him with a smirk.

"What's wrong" Chu Wanning subconsciously took out a hanky and wiped it, "is there something around
your mouth"

"No." Mo Ran said, "I felt happy to see the Master eating."

"" Chu Wanning was a little uncomfortable, so he said lightly, "You make good food, just a little more
rice, next time one bowl will be enough."

Mo Ran seemed to be about to say something, but in the end he held his tongue and grinned, revealing
his teeth like braided shells.

"Hmm."
What a fool, so careful and cautious when it comes to important matters, but so lazy in life that he didn't
even see two pairs of chopsticks at the bottom of the food box.

One person ate the amount of food for two people, and even told him that there was a bit too much rice
and he was a bit full

The more Mo Ran thought about it, the funnier it became, and she couldn't help but gently hold her
hand to the corner of her forehead, her eyelashes dropping and rustling.

"What are you laughing at again?"

"Nothing nothing." Mo Ran was afraid of hurting his face; he was the face of his master more than
anything else, so of course he couldn't embarrass him, so he digressed, "Master, I suddenly remembered
something that I forgot to tell you yesterday."

"What is it?"

"On my way back, I heard that Master Huai Zui had left the day before you left."

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"Well, good."

"So you haven't seen him since you woke up, have you?"

"No."
Mo Ran sighed and said, "Then you can't blame your master for being rude. I heard people outside
talking about your master's lack of manners earlier. But Master Huai Zui left first, so it is not like Master
Huai Zui had to go to the Temple of No Mercy and kneel down outside to express his gratitude when he
woke up. I'll let uncle mention it at tomorrow's morning meeting now that I've asked him about it."

Chu Wanning suddenly said, "No."

"Why?"

"The Master and I, we have long been at war." Chu Wanning said, "Even if he were still there when I
woke up, I would not thank him."

Mo Ran froze for a moment, "Why is that? I know that my master was expelled from the temple and
that he is no longer tied to Master Huai Zui, but it is not as if he came to his aid in his time of need."

Before I could finish my sentence, Chu Wanning cut me off: "I can't talk about my affairs with him, and I
don't want to talk about them. If people say that I have no conscience, that I am cold-blooded and
heartless, then let them be. It's clearly the truth."

Mo Ran got anxious: "How is that the truth? You're obviously not like that."

Chu Wanning looked up abruptly, his face suddenly cold, as if dragon had been touched and blood was
flowing.

" Mo Ran ." He suddenly said, " How much more do you know about me "

"I"
He looked into Chu Wanning's shining eyes, where the frost was so cold that he could not let go of his
guard, always holding back the plateau of the city.

I know, I know many things about you, I know them all, even if some of your past, some once I do not
know, I am willing to listen, willing to share with you. You should not always hide everything in your
heart, fall on overlapping locks, build layers of barriers, don't you get tired?

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But what position did he have to say that.

He is a disciple under his seat and must not be disobeyed or disobeyed.

Mo Ran is ultimately speechless.

After a long silence, Chu Wanning's body, which was as tense as a bowstring, finally relaxed, and he
seemed to be a little tired. Don't mention the matter of Master Huai Zui to me again. Go out, I want to
change my clothes."

"Yes." Mo Ran hung her head and silently packed up her food box, and as she walked to the door, she
suddenly said, "Master, you're not angry with me, are you?"

Chu Wanning glared at him, "What am I mad at you for?"

Mo Ran Zhan Yan smiled, "That's good, that's good. So can I come back tomorrow?"

"As you wish."

After a pause, he suddenly thought of something and added, "You don't have to tell me I'm coming in
like that in the future."

Mo Ran froze: "Why?"

"You're in, you're in, it's not a crap shoot." Chu Wanning was angry again, not sure if it was at Mo Ran's
untimely innocence or at her own red face for not fighting it.

Only when Mo Ran had left in a daze did Chu Wanning get out of bed, not even bothering to put on his
shoes, and walk barefoot to the bookcase, where he took out a scroll of bamboo slips. He unrolled it
with a clatter and stared at the writing on it, his eyes obscure and speechless for a long time.

This bamboo slip was placed by Huai Zui's pillow when he left. It has a secret spell on it, so that only Chu
Wanning could open it himself. The handwriting on it is neat and tidy, and reads 'From Master Chu
himself'.

His mentor, Master Chu, was his teacher.

It's ridiculous.

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The letter is not too long, but rather short, and tells of some things that Chu Wanning needs to take care
of when he wakes up, and spends most of the letter 'asking' him for one thing.

Master Huai Zui asks him to meet him at Dragon Blood Mountain near the Temple of No Mercy when he
has regained his strength, saying that he is old and feels that his days are numbered and that he feels
tormented and guilty when he thinks of his past.
"Before I pass away, I would like to talk to you for a while. You are still suffering from an old illness, and I
have heard that you need to close down for ten days every seven years due to this old illness. If you are
willing to come to Dragon Blood Mountain, we can set up a spell to heal you. However, the spell is very
dangerous and you will need to bring a disciple of both wood and fire to accompany the spirit."

Old Illness Dragon Blood Mountain

Chu Wanning's brow furrowed and his fingers almost sunk into his palm.

How can you heal what was destroyed, what was lost, how can you restore what was lost in those 164
days on Dragon Blood Mountain?

Is Huai Zui as good as Tongtian, and can he fill in the sores of the wood?

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light rose in his palm, and the sturdy Xiang Fei bamboo
book shattered to pieces in his fingers in an instant, and flew away in smoke.

He will never set foot in the Temple of No Mercy again in his life.

Nor will he ever call Huai Zui a master again.

Four days after Chu Wanning's departure, Xue Zhengyong called him to the Loyalty Palace and handed
him a letter of mandate. When he opened it, he saw a few simple sentences in it.

Chu Wanning lifted his eyes and said, "Give it to the wrong person."

"What?" Xue Zhengyong said as he brought the letter and read it again for himself, "It's not wrong."
"" Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes, "It says here, helping the villagers of Yuliang Village with their
farming."

"You wouldn't?"

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""

Xue Zhengyong's eyes widened: "You really don't know how to do that?"

Chu Wanning was a little embarrassed by his question, so he snapped, "There's nothing more normal
than that, something about getting rid of demons and exorcising evil spirits."

Xue Zhengyong said, "It's been relatively peaceful lately, there are no evil spirits anywhere. Anyway, Mo
Ran is coming with you, so you can sit back and relax and let him do the hard work.

Chu Wanning's dark brow furrowed deeply: "Since when does the top of death and life take on such
trivialities?"

"Wuchang Town: Shi Mei is the one who brings down Wang's cat when it climbs up a tree and can't get
down. It's just that we used to have more difficult things to do, so we don't bother you with the simple
ones." Xue Zhengyong said, "You've only recently woken up, so I was going to let someone else do it, but
I don't think you'll be able to stay idle."

"Then I don't want to cut the rice either." Chu Wanning changed his tone so that he didn't say "can't cut
rice".

Xue Zhengyong said, "I've told you to let Mo Ran help you, so just take a walk."
"I can't take a break and walk without taking a mission."

"That's true." Xue Zhengyong scratched his head, "But Yuliang Village is close to Butterfly Town, and Mo
Ran is the one who patched the sky leak in that area, he's not as good as you after all, so why don't you
drop by and see if anything needs reinforcing."

It was only when he said this that Chu Wanning finally felt the need to go, so without further ado, he
took the letter of entrustment and turned around and left the Loyalty Palace.

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Yuliang Village is a very small village and the people living in it are a bit old, not many are young, so
every year during the farming season, Your Mightiness from the Top of the Dead is called in to give a
hand.

But Xue Zhengyong and his elder brother, who had started with nothing, had grown up with a hard life,
and were said to have grown up eating the food of a hundred families, so he could not refuse the old
tenant farmer's requests, but took them very seriously and sent his disciples to fulfil them.

The village is not far from the top of the Dead, but close enough that it is too much trouble to walk
there, and too much effort to take a carriage.

So Xue Zhengyong prepared two good horses for them and Chu Wanning went down to the gate and
saw Mo Ran standing under a tall maple tree.

Mo Ran was holding a black horse on a rope, while another white horse was rubbing his cheek
affectionately, he was teasing them with a handful of clover flowers, when he looked back at the sound
of footsteps, just as some red leaves were falling, and Mo Ran smiled up at them.

"Master."

Chu Wanning's steps slowed down, stopping at the end on the last few steps.
The sunlight filtered through the lush branches and leaves, soaking the mossy stone steps, and he
looked at the man not far away, perhaps because he had farm work to do, Mo Ran was not wearing his
disciple's uniform from the top of death and life today, nor the white robe he had worn on his return.

He is dressed in black cloth with wrist guards, a simple formality, but with a long waist and broad
shoulders, he appears to be in excellent shape, especially at the bosom, where the collar is low and the
firm, taut pectoral muscles can be seen, the honey-coloured skin rising and falling with each breath.

If Xue Meng's shiny and armored outfit is called a bright flirt, a peacock, Mo Ran's look is a sultry flirt, an
innocent flirt, a reckless and innocent flirt.

"" Chu Wanning looked back and forth at him a few times and spoke, " Mo Ran ."

"Well Master how is it," the sturdy man asked with a smile.

Chu Wanning's expressionless face: "Are you cold with the collar open like this?"

He put the alfalfa back into the hay basket, clapped his hands together, and ran up the stone steps in a
couple of steps, standing tall and handsome in front of Chu Wanning.

"Not cold, it's been a busy morning and I'm actually quite hot." He smiled heartily, with Chu Wanning's
hand pressed against his heaving chest, "Look, Master, isn't it"

So hot.

The warmth of the young man's chest was so hot, with the sound of his heart beating as his blood
surged, and those bright, starry eyes, that Chu Wanning felt a numbness in his back and flung his hand
away in a panic, his face sinking.
"Like what's the word."

"Mo Ran was mistaken, he now thought Chu Wanning didn't like men, after all, his previous life and his
own entanglement were due to his own unreasonable coercion, he didn't think Chu Wanning would
have any interest in him, so he just took his master's displeasure as a sign that he couldn't stand some
sweaty heat in himself.

Mo Ran blushed a little at the thought of Chu Wanning being so clean and uncomfortable with people,
scratching his head and saying, "I was reckless."

If he had looked closely, he would have seen that the depths of Chu Wanning's handsome neck were
crimson, and that a shimmer of affection lay beneath the high, drooping lashes.

But if he hadn't noticed the first moment, Chu Wanning wouldn't have given him the chance to do so.
His white shoes tread on the slippery boulders as he walks straight towards the black horse, rolls over
and mounts it in one fluid movement.

In the blinding sunlight, amidst the red leaves of the mountains, he was dressed in white, riding on a
high-headed black horse, turning his face sideways to look down at his disciple standing on the ground,
an ice-jade-like face looking untamed, still the same sharp Yu Heng elders, too handsome to be seen.

"I'm off, so hurry up and follow."

With that said, his long legs clamped down on the belly of the horse and he rode off on a red horse.

Mo Ran stood still for a moment, then picked up the half-fed bamboo basket of alfalfa flowers, tied it
behind the saddle of the white horse, and also rolled onto the horse, crying and laughing: "That black
horse is my horse, how can you ride it indiscriminately, Master?"

Within half an hour, the two of them had arrived at Yuliang Village.
Outside the village, dozens of acres of rice fields are rolling with golden ears, and in the fields there are
about thirty farmers, young and old, all working, hunched over with their trouser legs pulled up and
their scythes swung, their faces dripping with beads of sweat.

Mo Ran immediately went to the village headman and handed him the letter, then without saying a
word, he changed his sack shoes and headed for the fields. He was strong, energetic and a monk, so it
was no problem for him to cut the wheat. After a little more than half a day's work, he had already cut
two large monopolies of rice.

The golden ears of rice are piled up at the edge of the paddy fields, and the sun makes the grain smell
fresh. The hills and plains are filled with the sound of farmers' scythes rustling as they plough, and the
sound of big girls sitting on the monopoles, busy gathering the ears and singing farm songs at a leisurely
pace.

"The sun goes down and the red flowers shine, the four hills are red, the red flowers are against the
peonies, singing a love song, a red fan, asking the lover, the hydrangea is round. I'm pulling my
husband's belt, when will he come? I have to chop wood tomorrow, so I will not come to my sister's
house until the day after tomorrow."

This soft ditty, shyly sung, comes out of the mouth of a peasant girl unintentionally, swinging between
heaven and earth and falling on the heart of the listener.

"I don't have time today. I have to chop wood tomorrow, so I won't come to my sister's house until the
day after tomorrow."

Chu Wanning did not go down to the ground, and leaned against a tree with a jar of hot water to drink,
listening to the song, his eyes following the black, industrious figure in the distance, his mind rising and
falling, the water dripping down his throat and seemingly not going to his stomach, but instead gurgling
into his chest with a rush of heat.
"Rambunctious." When the water was finished, he commented coldly on the four words. Go and return
the porcelain jar to the village chief.

The village headman looked at him with some hesitation.

Chu Wanning was getting a little cranky and asked, "What's wrong?"

" Your Mightiness doesn't go down to the ground," the old village elder was a straightforward man, and
since he asked, he answered with a trembling voice, his white beard shaking and his white eyebrows
furrowed in one place, " Your Mightiness is here to supervise the work."

""

Chu Wanning felt so awkward for the first time.

Down to the ground

Xue Zhengyong didn't tell him to just watch Mo Ran and do his best, he really wanted him to go down
there.

He won't.

The old village headman looked at him lustfully, and the young children and old women beside him also
looked up at the sound of his voice, glancing at the well-dressed man.

A child with a bun asked, "Grandma, how does this Taoist brother get down to the ground when he's
dressed in such white?"
"He has such wide sleeves," murmured another child.

"The shoes are also clean."

Chu Wanning was so embarrassed by the comment he made that he felt uncomfortable. The slippery
mud immediately wrapped around his feet and the cold water reached his ankles. Chu Wanning tried to
take two steps, but the slippery feeling made him frown.

"Pfft, this Taoist brother is so stupid." Two little children, with their cheeks in their hands, saw him move
under the mulberry tree and laughed at him cheekily in this way.

Chu Wanning :""

With his face mostly blackened and no longer willing to get too close to these people, Chu Wanning
struggled to maintain a subdued gait in the mud puddle, sliding his handsome features and striding
towards the figure in the distance, cutting the rice with fervour.

He's going to get a sneak peek at how Mo Ran is doing.

If three men walk, he will steal a lesson.

Mo Ran is obviously much more skilled than Chu Wanning at tenant farming, and as he bends over in the
hot sun, his hand drops the knife and the golden ears of rice are set aside and fall softly into his broad
arms. He held the rice he had collected in one hand and then dropped it into the bamboo basket behind
him.

He did this with care, not seeing Chu Wanning coming, but honestly and diligently, his warm lashes
dangling, his high nose a blur of shadow, beads of sweat trickling down his cheeks, an almost feral air
about him, hot and wild, dull and passionate. In the sunlight, his skin was like burnished iron, choked
with a surprising starburst, as if it were still hissing with the dense heat of the forge, so bright, so
brilliant.

Chu Wanning admired it from afar for a moment, then suddenly realised what he was doing and
immediately shook his head with a frown, muttered something and continued on his way with a stern
face.

He's going to steal a lesson

He wanted to see how Mo Ran's hands held the scythe, how the curvature of the fall should be tilted,
why the rice was hard as wire in his hands but in Mo Ran's palms it became a soft, boneless bundle of
girls that willingly rose and fell into his arms.

Chu Wanning was so focused that he didn't notice a frog jumping up with a croak under his feet and
pouncing on the ridge.

Chu Wanning was taken aback and hastened to withdraw his feet, but the paddy was too slippery and
he was not paying attention, so the elder Yu Heng fell forward with a majestic frog!

"Brush."

With his face buried in the mud, Chu Wanning didn't even think about casting a spell and subconsciously
pulled the busy figure in front of him.

The girl's voice grows charming: "When will I pull my husband's belt?"

By coincidence, Chu Wanning yanked on Mo Ran's sash and stumbled forward a few steps before falling
into a hot, masculine smelling broad chest with a pair of firm arms around him.
Mamajo

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Mo Ran was cutting rice when a hand behind him grabbed his belt and pulled it down, which was a
frightening feeling.

It was Chu Wanning, who almost fell over, that made it all the more frightening.

Mo Ran dropped his scythe and turned to help him, but Chu Wanning had flung himself so hard that
almost half of his body had fallen to the ground, and he could not be helped, so he had to be held. The
faint scent of begonias, and the white floating man, fell solidly into his arms, and Mo Ran wrapped his
arms around him without a second thought, scattering the straw he had been holding in his arms.

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"Master, what are you doing here," he said, startled, "I was startled."

Chu Wanning :""

"It's slippery in these water fields, so be careful."

The person in her arms bowed her head and didn't say anything, already embarrassed and unable to say
half a word. It was the singing Sichuan girl who was still relentlessly pulling out her voice: "I'm pulling on
Lang's belt, when is he coming?"

As if struck by a cold bolt of electricity, Chu Wanning withdrew his grip on Mo Ran's sash and steadied
himself. He gasped and pushed her away, his demeanour still calm, but his eyes were amazingly bright,
brimming with light, and he was clearly frazzled, but he was still calm.

"" Mo Ran suddenly saw that his earrings were red.

He suddenly remembered what it was like to hold this earring in his previous life, remembering that
every time he did so, Chu Wanning would shiver minutely, and even though he was extremely reluctant,
he could hardly escape in his arms in the end, and his iron bones would become spring mud.

With a lump in her throat, Mo Ran's gaze could not help but turn darker

Chu Wanning was furious and angry, not knowing who she was angry with, and said through clenched
teeth, "What's there to see?"

Snapping back to his senses, a chill ran through his heart.

Bastards

I have done something wrong to my master because of my own selfish desire. My master is so proud,
how can he be willing to be submissive, not to mention submissive?

Mo Ran shook her head repeatedly, tossing it like a rattle.

Chu Wanning added angrily, "What are you doing wagging your tail for fun?"

"" Mo Ran immediately stopped shaking again, but glanced at him.

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The man was clearly ashamed, yet he habitually pulled the mask of annoyance over his face, and it was
easy to tell the colour in his eyes when you looked closely.

I'm afraid he felt very humiliated to fall in front of his pupil, or to fall because of a croaking frog.

So cute.

Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh.

When he laughed, Chu Wanning became even more furious, his black eyebrows rose in anger, and he
was even angry with his nose: "What are you laughing at again? I just can't farm or plough, what's so
funny?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's not funny, it's not funny." Mo Ran coaxed him nicely, and he immediately curbed his
smile and became serious, but the smile at the corners of his lips was hidden, but the ones under his
eyes could not be hidden, they were still bright and indescribably brilliant.

After a while, it seemed that the matter would be over, but then the frog, which had managed to hop up
to the monopoly, puffed out its cheeks and "croaked" twice, as if in protest.

Mo Ran breaks down and fails to hold it in, tilting her face away and hiding her hand under the tip of her
nose as if to cover it up with a cough.
But I couldn't hide it, so I let out a poof of laughter.

"" Chu Wanning was simply furious and was about to climb up to the monopoly when Mo Ran shouted
at him to stop him.

The two men were so close that if it had been normal, Mo Ran would have pulled him right in. But today
he didn't, he still had the heat of Chu Wanning in his arms and the scent of begonias on Chu Wanning's
clothes seemed to linger on the tip of his nose.

He felt his heart soften and wanted to melt away.

But he did not dare to let his heart melt away; the man before him was so good that he wanted to hold
him in high esteem and respect him as a god, not willing to hurt him half as much as he could with his
own vulgarity.

So he simply called out to him, "Master."

"What, you haven't laughed enough?" Chu Wanning squints at him.

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Mo Ran's pear swirl was beautiful, and it wasn't mocking, but gentle: "You want to learn for fun? I'll
teach you, it's not difficult at all. Master is so smart, I'm sure he'll learn it in no time."

When Mo Ran showed him how to cut rice, Chu Wanning couldn't help thinking that he had come here
to learn from him, but now he was here to learn from him.
What a mess.

But Mo Ran taught him carefully and thoughtfully, and didn't laugh at his clumsy technique.

His eyebrows were dark and deep as ink, and his features were sharper than when he was younger, with
the sharpness of a knife and an axe.

"That's it, use dexterity, got it?"

"Hmm."

Chu Wanning did as he was told, but unfortunately he was still not very flexible, as he usually plays with
hard wood, and these soft stalks were too much for him.

Mo Ran watched for a moment, stretching out his well-defined, muscular arm to help him adjust his grip
on the scythe.

The skin-to-skin contact is fleeting, Mo Ran doesn't dare to touch him more than he has to, and Chu
Wanning doesn't dare to let him touch him more than he has to.

One is a torrent that has no outlet, the other is a puddle that is nearly dry, but when he enters him, he
can be tightly entwined, he no longer rages without an outlet, and he can be irrigated and watered and
licked and cracked.

But they just avoid each other and avoid each other.

He taught him from behind him, "Come down a little more on your fingers and be careful not to cut
yourself."
One said with unmistakable stiffness, "I know."

"Relax a little more, you don't have to be so stiff."

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""

"Relax."

But the more Mo Ran said this, the tighter Chu Wanning's back tensed and the stiffer his hands became.

Relax, he didn't want to relax, but to put it mildly, Mo Ran was talking to him from a stone's throw away,
his breath was even on the back of his ear, the airflow was hot and heavy, with this man's unique wild
smell, how could he relax?

Inexplicably, the shameful dream that I had had came back to my mind.

In the dream it was almost the same gesture, Mo Ran was also in his ear, her lips brushing against his
ear drop before she could press it.

He gasped, "Relax don't hold me so tight."

Chu Wanning's face flushed red for a moment.

He fought to break away from such strange recollections, but one thing led to another, and he shook off
this one, only to think of that one again Xianxia Shengnian Yingjie Size Ranking
""

Chu Wanning feels like his head is smoking.

Mo Ran was puzzled: "Why are you so tense you put"

"I've relaxed." Chu Wanning glanced back, his eyes springing and flaming with rage as he glared at him,
so close it was almost about to become a sword and pierce Mo Ran's heart.

It was clear that both of them had their hearts beating like drums, but they were beating so hard they
couldn't be heard next door unless he came closer, unless his chest was pressed against his back, unless
he held his hand, nibbled on the tip of his ear, took his earlobe and murmured to him under his breath,
"Relax, don't be nervous." Unless then, they could understand each other.

But apparently Mo Ran doesn't, and neither does Chu Wanning.

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So Mo Ran withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly, straightened up sarcastically and said, "Then,
Master, try it yourself"

"Hmm."

Mo Ran smiled at him again, picked up his own scythe and cut the rice not far from him. After two cuts,
he suddenly thought of something and turned his head again, "Master."

"What for?" Chu Wanning grimaced.

Mo Ran pointed to his shoes and said, "Take these boots off."

"Not off."

"It's easy to fall if you don't take them off." Mo Ran was earnest, "You're slippery on the bottom of these
boots, and not every time you fall, I can pull you in time."

"" Chu Wanning thought without gloom, but eventually went to the edge of the monopoly, took off his
shoes and socks, dropped them by the haystack and returned barefoot to the paddy, burying his head in
the rustling and cutting the rice.

By midday, Chu Wanning had finally got to grips with the scythe and was moving smoothly, and the rice
he and Mo Ran had cut was piled high in a mountain of gold.

After cutting another patch in one go, Chu Wanning gets tired and gets up to take a breather, wiping the
sweat from the corner of his sleeve. The breeze blows through the golden waves of rice, bringing a cool
autumn breeze, and when he sneezes, Mo Ran turns around, concerned.

"Isn't it a bit cold?"

"Nope." Chu Wanning shook his head, "Just got some grass and wood dust in my nose."

Mo Ran then laughed and was about to say something when he heard a peasant girl's voice under a
mulberry tree in the distance, shouting with a caged mouth, "It's time for lunch!"

"It's the girl who just sang, isn't it?" Chu Wanning said without looking back.

Mo Ran sidled over, put his hand on the arch of his brow, looked out at it from a distance and said, "It's
really her. The Master heard it."
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"Well, shouting for dinner sounds so choppy, no one else." Chu Wanning said, carrying the last basket of
straw over to the grain pile and not bothering to put on his shoes, which were already so dirty anyway,
and headed for the mulberry tree. Mo Ran laughed and shook his head, immediately picking up his
footwear which he had left in situ and catching up with him.

The peasant rice is cooked in a large pot. Four or five peasant women carry three wooden buckets,
which are uncovered, one with steaming white rice, one with roast pork with cabbage, and another with
tofu and green vegetable soup.

In fact, the livelihood of Lower Fairy World is not very good, and meat is a bit of a luxury for the
common people, but when Your Mightiness from the Top of the Dead came, the village headman said he
could not serve them all vegetables, so he made sure to include a lot of bacon in the roast pork with
cabbage.

Once the lid of the bucket was lifted, the villagers, all of whom were big and burly, could not help but
gag at the smell of meat.

"The food is not very good, Your Mightiness." The village chief's wife was a large, round woman in her
fifties, speaking with a loud voice and a big, cheerful smile, "It's all our own cured meat and grown
vegetables, don't mind."

Mo Ran waved his hand, "I don't mind, I don't mind." He said, "I don't mind, I don't mind." He punched
two bowls full of rice and gave them to his master, and then took a bowl for himself.

Chu Wanning looked into the bucket and saw a layer of spicy cabbage and roast pork, so he was a bit
scared, but the lady was particularly enthusiastic and beckoned him, giving him a large spoonful of hot
soup and several pieces of bright red meat.
""For Shu people who can eat spicy food, it is naturally delicious to the core. But for Chu Wanning, this
bowl will probably kill him.

Chu Wanning was at a standstill when a hand came up with another bowl and handed it to him.

The bowl of tofu and vegetable soup was a little lighter, but Chu Wanning liked it.

"Change one with me." Mo Ran said.

"It's out of the way, you eat your food." Chu Wanning didn't bother to pick it up.

When the lady saw this, she was a bit dumbfounded, and it took her half a day to react, slapping her
head and shouting, "Oops, is it this Your Mightiness who can't eat spicy food"

Chu Wanning saw her guilt and said, "No, I can eat a little." He said and took a handful of rice doused in
soup to his mouth.

""

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After a few moments of silence, Chu Wanning's face turned redder and redder in full view of everyone,
his taut lines trembling slightly, and finally...

"Cough cough cough."

The coughing was alarming.

Who says that the only things in this world that cannot be endured are love poverty and sneezing.

Obviously there is still chilli.

Chu Wanning, who had overestimated himself and underestimated the pepper, was choked to the point
of blushing and speechlessness.

He raised his face, his face was already flushed, and his eyes were shining, so he looked at Mo Ran with
tears in his eyes and said hoarsely, "More."

Also.

Chu Wanning is clearly talking about another bowl of soup, but Mo Ran's eyes, this begonia-like face, are
so hot that she can't help but run away.

For a moment it was as if he saw the man lying beneath him again in his previous life, gasping for breath,
opening his unfocused, lax eyes, his body shivering thinly, his wet, watery lips opening and closing
slightly, his voice raspy, unable to stop moaning, "Please want more"

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Chapter 137: The Master and I Staying Out

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Mo Ran's fingertips trembled a little and her heart was beating too fast for words.

The saddest thing about men is that their sexual desires are not governed by reason, and even though
they may not want to, they still get hot and itchy.

He cursed himself, adjusted his sitting position so as not to be seen, and then leaned over to give Chu
Wanning another bowl of soup.

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As he passed the bowl of soup, his fingers brushed against Chu Wanning's. He was startled and felt a
tingling sensation like lightning running through his spine.

Chu Wanning frowned, but he took the soup and drank it to soothe the painful spicy sensation between
his lips. Mo Ran watched without saying a word as his lips turned red from the spice, like fresh fruit
among the leaves and flowers on the branches.

It is soft, warm and moist to the touch.

"Snap."

Mo Ran flung himself a slap in the face.

The crowd stared at him in awe and silence.

Mo Ran snapped back to attention, cleared his throat in a muffled voice without embarrassment and
said, "There's a mosquito in my face."

"Ouch." Suddenly a loud female voice rang out, fussing, "The mosquitoes are most poisonous in autumn,
they drink their fill of blood for the winter, Your Mightiness has brought herbal ointment."

"Ah," Mo Ran froze and looked at the voice. The speaker was an older girl with beautiful hair in a black
braid, wearing a turquoise coat, picturesque eyebrows and white skin, but with bold eyes that
immediately became more and more enthusiastic when they met Mo Ran's gaze.

Mo Ran didn't react for a moment, thinking, "Oh, it's the girl who sang the little song.
She was a woman who had given birth to seven children and had a better understanding of the minds of
girls than anyone else, so she said, "Your Mightiness won't be staying in the village for long. Send a jar to
Your Mightiness."

The girl called Ling smiled brightly, "Of course, I'll bring it to Your Mightiness tonight."

"Mo Ran had no time to say anything before the two passionate women decided for him, one after the
other. He turned his head to see Chu Wanning wiping the soup stains from his hands with a disgusted
look on his face as he pulled out a handkerchief.

Mo Ran, who is not good with women, whispered to Chu Wanning, "I've got soup on my hands too, so
lend me your handkerchief when you're done."

Chu Wanning then handed him his own handkerchief, still embroidered with begonias.

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Mo Ran remembers the handkerchief he used at Peach Blossom Yard. Chu Wanning seemed aloof and
aloof, but he was actually a long-suffering man. I just didn't expect that even this handkerchief would be
the same.

It's been so long that the embroidery on it has dulled, and this old-fashioned person has not discarded it.

Mo Ran wiped her hands and took a closer look at the handkerchief, suddenly realising that although
the flowers were meticulously embroidered, the stitching was not very good, and it looked like the work
of a beginner, so she froze for a moment.

I thought to myself, "I guess my master stabbed the begonia himself when he was bored, and when I
thought of my master poking the begonia with a serious face, Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh!
The handkerchief was taken away by Chu Wanning when he tried to look more closely.

Mo Ran said, "Take it away for what, I'll wash it for you."

"I can wash them myself." Chu Wanning said, picking up the dishes again. Mo Ran, not willing to watch
him die again, hastily switched bowls with him and said, "Eat my bowl, I haven't touched it."

The mayor's wife also said, "Your Mightiness, if you can't eat spicy food, don't eat it, it's fine, it's fine."

Chu Wanning pursed his lips and said with a half-hearted look, "Sorry." Mo Ran took his bowl and
chopsticks and was about to eat when he thought that Chu Wanning had already eaten a bite of it.

He took a fatty, lean piece of pancetta and brought it to his mouth, his chopsticks if anything biting
through his teeth and brushing against his lips

In his previous life, he had done nothing out of the ordinary with Chu Wanning, but in this life he had
only licked the chopsticks he used and pressed his lips against the bowl he used.

Surprisingly, it was just that and it was a hot mess.

Even though he admonished himself harshly, and again, he ordered himself three times not to harbour
lustful thoughts towards his pure and innocent master, his heart was not like his own; he could make
himself not touch him, but he could not do without thinking of him.

He had no more hatred for Chu Wanning and thought that, stripped of his hatred, his feelings for his
mentor should be nothing more than respect and affection.
But he seems to be wrong. When the black veil of hatred falls away, what is revealed is a moist love, a
burning lust. He drifts in the sea of lust and tries to climb the driftwood of reason, but one glance from
Chu Wanning, one light word, can drag him back into the abyss of desire.

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He thought he was really crazy.

Chu Wanning does not like men, so Mo Ran will not touch him or bully him even if it kills him.

And so desire burned in his heart into a sea of fire, roiling into an ocean, and he was in such deep water
that he even forgot everything else, except for the pure person before him, who slept in the cavity of his
not-so-pure heart.

The autumn breeze rustled up, the sound of rice and frogs, and he sat beside him, and at this moment,
Mo Ran suddenly thought absurdly that it seemed fine if they could just stay like this for the rest of their
lives. He used to feel that he lacked everything and had to grab everything like crazy, but now he feels
that he has everything and doesn't dare to ask for more.

The farming season takes about half a month or so, and during this time Chu Wanning and Mo Ran live
in Yuliang Village.

Although the village was not rich, it was not difficult to pack two empty houses, but it was a bit more
difficult. The village headman's wife gritted her teeth and shared two thick mattresses with Mo Ran, but
they both declined in unison.

Chu Wanning said, "It's also warm to lay straw, so keep it for yourselves."

Mo Ran also smiled and said, "At least I'm an immortal, so I can't steal the bedding from you."
The village headman was full of apologies and said repeatedly, "I'm really sorry, there used to be more
mattresses, but last year when the evil spirits were haunting the village, the water went away and many
things were"

Chu Wanning said, "It's okay."

After a few more words of comfort, the village chief and his wife finally faltered and left. Mo Ran helped
Chu Wanning to straighten the bed again, laying thicker straw under the covers and trying to soften the
bed as much as he could, a bit like a dog busy carrying padded pillows into the house.

Chu Wanning leaned over the table, looked faintly at it and said, "That's about it, if you keep making it,
I'm afraid I won't be sleeping in a bed, I'll be sleeping in a pile of grain."

Mo Ran was a little embarrassed by his comment and scratched his head, "I've rushed some today,
tomorrow I'll go to the nearby market and buy a mattress for my master."

"You're off buying mattresses, I'll do all the farm work?" Chu Wanning gave him a glare, "That's it, it's
fine." He said, walking over and sniffing, "It smells like rice."

Mo Ran said, "No, you're afraid of the cold, you can't."

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"Winter is not here yet." Chu Wanning frowned, "Grumbling, why so much talk, go to your room, you're
tired all day, your feet are numb, I want to sleep."

Mo Ran then obeyed and went away.

Chu Wanning had just taken off his shoes, scooped some water from the tank, rinsed his feet and was
about to climb onto his bed of rice. There was a knock on the door and Mo Ran returned, calling out
from outside, "Master, I'm coming in."

"" Chu Wanning was furious, "Didn't I tell you not to tell me I was coming in here in the future?"

Mo Ran let him get angry and grinned as he rubbed his head against the hidden door, which he really
didn't have the hands to push, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows on both hands, revealing his honey-
coloured, tight, sexy arms, carrying a bucket full of fresh water, which was steaming hot.

The young man's eyes looked bright and burning in this watery mist.

Chu Wanning's heart was pounding at the sight of him and she didn't know what to say.

Mo Ran brought the heavy bucket of water to his bedside and set it down, with a light on his face and
melting pear swirls, he said, "Master, soak your feet, you've been tired all day, I'll give them a massage
afterwards, and then Master will sleep."

"No."

"I know, the Master is going to say no again." Mo Ran laughed and said, "Yes, I will. If you don't rest well
and can't get up tomorrow, the children in the village will laugh at you again."

The water in the barrel is warm and hot, even slightly scalding, but not unbearably so.

Chu Wanning's bare feet are dipped in them, the toes are rounded and delicate, the ankle bones
extremely smooth and well-defined, and the skin on his feet is white, one might even call it pale because
of the long absence of sunlight.
When Mo Ran saw it, she suddenly felt that Chu Wanning had such beautiful skin, fairer and clearer than
those delicate and crystal clear Sichuan girls.

When you think about it, even the woman I married in my previous life, Song Qiutong, didn't feel as
good as Chu Wanning.

So Chu Wanning is soaking his feet and Mo Ran is sitting at the table opposite reading a book.

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The book he had brought with him was a somewhat dry book on healing fairy arts, and the room was
quiet, so quiet that both men subconsciously slowed their breathing, not wanting the other to hear. In
the room, lit by a single candle, there was only the occasional sound of Chu Wanning's feet shaking the
water.

"I'm done washing, I'm not sore, so go back."

Mo Ran was insistent, he would no longer believe Chu Wanning's "no pain" or "no pain", he had already
put down his book, lowered himself in front of Chu Wanning's bed, half-kneeled down and grabbed one
of Chu Wanning's retreating feet. Wanning's retreating foot, with a look that was not to be denied.

"I'll go back after pressing it for the Master."

"" Chu Wanning wanted to kick him in the face and tell him to get the fuck back and stop talking about
himself in front of his own fucking face.

But the hand that held him was so strong, so rough, the calluses on the tiger's mouth and fingers against
his flesh, his feet so sensitive from the hot water, that he felt a little itchy and wanted to laugh, so he
spent all his strength on holding back his laughter, missing his last chance to regain his authority and
drive Mo Ran away.
Mo Ran, half-kneeling, had rested his foot on his knee and, with eyes downcast, rubbed it patiently and
carefully.

"It's cold in the water field, isn't it, Master?" he asked as he pressed on.

"It's okay."

"There are also a lot of dead branches and leaves, look over here, they're all scratched."

"" Chu Wanning looked at the side of her right foot and sure enough there was a tiny cut, "just a little
cut, I can't even feel it."

Mo Ran said, "I have brought some ointment for bruises and wounds, wait a moment Master, I will go
and bring it to you and apply it, my uncle's mother mixes it particularly well and it heals wounds in one
night." With that he went out of the room, his hut and Chu Wanning's faced each other, separated by a
courtyard that could be walked in ten or so steps, and he quickly went and returned, bringing a jar of
balm.

"As for being so pretentious."

"Where's the pretense, it's more trouble in case of an ulcer. Here, Master, give me your foot."

Chu Wanning was a little embarrassed, he had lived so many years and his feet were extremely private,
he was always fully clothed, he certainly didn't wander around barefoot, it was skin that few people had
ever seen and even more so, that no one had ever touched.

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He didn't know what it was like to have his feet squeezed, so he let Mo Ran squeeze them a few times,
but he was surprised by the tingling sensation.
Mo Ran looked at the clean, white feet, half hidden under the edge of her dress, and the hot water had
finally given them some blood, Chu Wanning's toes were well-proportioned and detailed, the nail caps
like a thin layer of ice on a lake in the dead of winter in the south, but the tips of her freshly soaked
fingers were a light shade of scarlet.

It is as if a budding begonia has been frozen in the ice.

Mo Ran knelt down again, tenderly and respectfully, and held the warm begonia flower in her palm.

He felt the begonia trembling slightly in his hands, its petals rustling, and suddenly he wanted to lower
his head and lean down to kiss it, to tell it not to wander, not to be afraid, to let it spread its fragrance
and loosen its leaves.

"Master."

"What's wrong?"

It seemed to him that Chu Wanning's voice was a little hoarse, as if his love was so strong that it was
overwhelming the flowers and the dew was dripping into the earth.

Mo Ran jerked his head up, and the candle burst into flame, sending a trail of stars and slow tears down.
He meets Chu Wanning's gaze, and their eyes are bright with lust and spring in the light.

"You."

Chu Wanning let down his own two-page curtain of lashes and said faintly, "My feet are ticklish, so hurry
up."
Mo Ran blushed instantly, but fortunately, now that he was tanned, it wasn't too easy to see, so he
grunted "Oh" and buried his head in his face to apply the ointment.

The phrase "You're faster" echoed in my ears.

The knot in his throat saved up as he looked at the delicate skin in front of him.

He thought of all his past lives, with increasing clarity, and he thought of the messy mattress of the
Wushan Palace, its pillow covers bright red, subduing Chu Wanning's growing whiteness. They were
entwined like trapped animals, with panting and growling, and the hall was filled with wild tension.

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He thought of Chu Wanning muffled and humming, his ice-like voice burned to soft water by the tide of
erotic love.

"You mustn't fool around." Chu Wanning seemed to be ringing in his ears, as if he could hear it.

Mo Ran's eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows knitted together.

He has now finally realised one thing: it is too hard for him to be nice to Chu Wanning.

The distance is so far away that I am afraid I will not be able to cover this person and take care of him.

As he got closer, he couldn't restrain the evil fire in his heart, and if he wasn't careful his sanity would go
up in flames, and he was afraid he would do something out of line.

He wanted to fuck him, wanted him, and even at this moment he suddenly felt that what he wanted to
do was not to kneel here and apply medicine to Chu Wanning's feet and squeeze his feet at all. This man
was sitting right in front of him, on the bed, and his strength was not so different now from what it had
been in the past that Chu Wanning could not break free of him.

He longed to possess him, to hold him down between the beds, he longed until his throat was dry with
thirst, until his lust burned so hot it hurt, he longed to kiss Chu Wanning intimately, he longed

"Master, it's done," he shouted, almost out loud. It startled Chu Wanning.

Only Mo Ran knows that his back is already covered in a cold sweat.

He suddenly felt sad why he could not be clean and good to his Master, why he could not be honest and
open, why he could not get rid of those fiery desires.

Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning

His master was the loneliest man in the world, and if he had known that his pupil was harbouring such
thoughts about himself, how much he would have reviled and despised him

Two lifetimes.

He didn't want him to look down on himself again.

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Chu Wanning finished putting on his shoes and socks, all the while Mo Ran kept his head down and kept
quiet, looking like a docile dog, but only he knew that he had an insatiable wolf locked up inside him.
It was only after a long time that Mo Ran suppressed the dryness in her heart and said, "Rest well,
Master, and if you don't feel well anywhere tomorrow, don't go down to the ground, I'll just do my
share for two people alone."

Before Chu Wanning could say anything, a delicate voice outside called out, "Mo Ran, Mo Ran, are you
there?"

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Chapter 138: The Master is Afraid to Tease Me to Death

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Chu Wanning lifted his eyes, gave Mo Ran a nonchalant look, and said, "It's for you."

"Ah, who can find me at this time?" Mo Ran's eyes were only on Chu Wanning, and he had forgotten
what he had said and done during the day with the people of the village.

"The one who sings during the day." Chu Wanning put it mildly, "Just the best looking girl in the village."

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"Really? Why do I think all the girls in this village look alike?"

Chu Wanning didn't say anything when he said that before he said, "I haven't seen you for five years,
when did you go blind?"

""

Chu Wanning's tone was flat, but when Mo Ran looked up, he saw a hint of laughter in his eyes, and
seemed to have the time to joke with him. Mo Ran was flattered, and his mood brightened up.

The girl called Ling, holding a cloth bag with white flowers on a green background, shouted with all her
might towards Mo Ran's room: "Mo Ran, ink!"
"I'm here." Suddenly a man's low voice sounded behind her, Ling turned around and saw Mo Ran lifting
the curtain halfway up and smiling at her as he leaned against the door, "What can I do for you at this
late hour, Miss"

Ling was first shocked, then delighted, and immediately greeted her: "Luckily, Your Mightiness is still
awake. Take it and use it." She said, and handed him the cloth bag she was carrying in her arms.

Mo Ran opens it and inside are three small clay pots.

"This is"

"Herbal ointment." Ling said enthusiastically, smiling and pointing to his cheek, "In the field at
lunchtime, you said you'd been bitten by a mosquito"

"Ah." Mo Ran then realised, and was a little embarrassed that he had been so naive as to believe the girl
who had sent him the herbal ointment for the reason he had casually made up.

The villagers of Yuliang Village are a bit too simple

"But the bite shouldn't be too bad." Ling suddenly stood on tiptoe and examined Mo Ran's face intently,
smiling even wider, "I can't see any mosquito lumps."

Mo Ran coughed dryly, "After all, they are immortal cultivators"

Ling then applauded and laughed, "You people are so interesting and fun to be around. If I had the
talent, I'd like to be an immortal too, but unfortunately I'm not fortunate enough."

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After a few more words, Mo Ran thanked her and took the herbal ointment back into the house. Chu
Wanning had changed places and was sitting at the table, idly flicking through the books Mo Ran had left
behind, when he heard the noise he looked up at him again.

"Herbal ointment." Mo Ran snapped.

Chu Wanning said, "You've really been bitten by a mosquito, come and see."

Mo Ran's face was the colour of honey in the light, a little darker, but the brow was more heroic, and
Chu Wanning stared for a moment and asked, "Where's the bag?"

Mo Ran then scratched his head in embarrassment, "I have thick skin, it's long gone." He said, putting
three jars of cool herbal ointment on Chu Wanning's table, "I don't need these either, keep them,
Master, you're more prone to insect bites."

Chu Wanning was noncommittal and simply said, "Another gold sore and an herbal ointment, why don't
I open a pharmacy if I go on?"

Mo Ran rubbed his chiselled nose and smiled, a subtle, simple smile. Chu Wanning looked at it, reached
out and poked him in the forehead and said, "It's late, go to your room and sleep."

"Well, good dreams for the Master."

"Good dream."

That night, however, the people lying in the two old huts, ten steps away from each other in the small
courtyard, were not the same as the ones wishing each other well; neither of them slept, both tossing
and turning and having difficulty sleeping.
Naturally Chu Wanning needs no introduction, he feels his feet tingling to this day and can feel the fine
calluses on Mo Ran's fingers, rubbing against him.

He tossed and turned, resting his head on the crook of his arm, and kept snapping at the seams of the
bed, chanting in his mind: "Master is a god and an immortal, a noble man who does not eat the fires of
the world.

Not to mention Shi Mei.

Yes, you should think more about Shi Mei Shi Mei

Suddenly it felt even more uncomfortable.

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In fact, ever since he returned to the top of death and life and saw Shi Mei again, he had been feeling as
if he didn't have much enthusiasm for her.

Liking Shi Mei and protecting her seems to have become a habit that requires no thought. And he does it
all the time, but then what happens?

The Shi Mei of five years ago is still dear to her heart, but the handsome and beautiful man of five years
later is a stranger to Mo Ran's heart.

The strangeness overwhelmed him, and suddenly he didn't know what was wrong with him and what to
do.
The next day, Chu Wanning got up early.

As they walked outside, Mo Ran came out with the curtain raised and they met up.

Mo Ran said, "Good morning, Master."

"Morning." Chu Wanning gave him a look, "Didn't sleep well."

Mo Ran reluctantly smiled, "The bed is a bit uncomfortable, it's not a problem, I'll just rest for a while at
lunchtime."

They went together to the fields, where the morning breeze was filled with the sweetness of the grass,
and the fields were empty and silent, with the occasional sound of three or two frogs and the clear cry
of autumn cicadas.

Chu Wanning yawned lazily and couldn't help but smile when the end of his eyes suddenly swept up
something.

" Mo Ran ."

"Hmm."

A hand came up and brushed Mo Ran's sideburns as Chu Wanning twirled a piece of straw out of his hair
and laughed lightly, "You don't get it on your head from rolling around in bed all the time, do you?"

Mo Ran was just about to argue when he suddenly saw a small section on the side of Chu Wanning's hair
and couldn't help but laugh along, "Then the Master rolled with it too."
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He also helped Chu Wanning to remove the golden stalk of grass.

As the sun rose in the east, the master and disciple looked at each other in the splendour of the golden
walls that came overhead, still with one head slightly bowed and one face slightly tilted.

Only five years ago, it was Chu Wanning who was bowing his head and Mo Ran who was looking up, but
now the clock has turned back and Mo Weiyu is no longer a young man. In the gentle morning sun, Mo
Ran suddenly couldn't resist jumping into the field, opening his arms and smiling at the man on the
monopoly, "Master, come down, I'll catch you."

"" Chu Wanning stared at the half-high field and said, "You're sick, aren't you?"

"Hahahaha."

He took off his shoes and socks and jumped lightly into the paddy field itself, the water rippling and
stirring the soles of his feet with a slight chill. Chu Wanning waved his wide sleeves and majestically
drew a large paddy field into his sphere: "These are all mine. Yesterday I did not cut as much rice as you
did, so today I will make you admit defeat."

Mo Ran then lifted his outstretched arms and scratched his head, the corners of his mouth pulled up and
a particularly nice smile rolled down the side of his cheeks.

"Okay, if I lose, I'll make lots and lots of lotus flower puff pastry and lots and lots of crabmeat lion's head
for your master."

Chu Wanning said, "And lots and lots of cinnamon sugar roots."

"Mo Ran's eyes were brimming with water, translucent as stars, "And what if you lose?"
Chu Wanning looked at him coldly and sidelong: "What do you want?"

Mo Ran pursed her lips and thought for a long time before saying, "If Master loses, he will have to eat
lots and lots of lotus flower puffs and lots and lots of crabmeat lion's head that I make."

There was a pause, and a gentler remainder of the sound fell on the breeze.

"And lots and lots of cinnamon sugar roots."

Win or lose, I want to treat you well in every way possible.

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Chu Wanning was a man who would not give in to defeat. He had made a fool of himself yesterday, but
today he could not let anyone look down on him. By midday, he had already cut more rice than Mo Ran.

He was a little proud of himself when he sat under the mulberry tree and ate. Although he did not say so
and his face did not show it, his eyes were always looking up at the dam, at some of the rice he had
beaten and built up high into a mountain of gold.

"Ling, go and get another bowl of rice for Your Mightiness."

As they sat in a group, the matron caught a glimpse of Mo Ran, who was eating fast, and in no time her
bowl was at the bottom, so she said.

Mo Ran put the dishes down and smiled as if he was in a hurry, "No, I'm full, I have to go out to the
village first.
Ling was surprised and then showed some uneasiness: " Your Mightiness, is this all you can eat but the
food is not to your liking.

"No, no, it's to my taste." Mo Ran, who naturally could not see what was on the girl's mind, smiled
brightly and waved his hand, striding off in the direction of the stables.

Chu Wanning asked him, "Where are you going?"

Mo Ran smiled halfway down her face, "Going to do some shopping, will be back soon."

" Your Mightiness "

"Forget it, just let him be." Chu Wanning chucked a piece of fried tofu and said indifferently.

Although the two Your Mightinesses came together, it was obvious to everyone who had the higher
status and who had the lower status, and who spoke with more weight, not to mention the fact that Chu
Wanning was a bit sober by nature.

After the meal, the people are in groups, either chewing tobacco leaves in the fields or squinting and
napping in the sun, the peasant women are gathered together knitting warm clothes, the children are
chattering and playing on their bamboo horses, and a skinny family cat is sniffing the ground
expectantly, his pink nose twitching and his ears pricked as he tries to find something to eat from the
scraps.

Chu Wanning was resting against a pile of grain with a cup of hot tea in his hand, and when he saw how
skinny the cat was, he beckoned him to get something to eat.

Chu Wanning :""

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He's so mean that cats don't like him

The sound of tinkling brass is heard as she sits gloomily with her cheeks in her hands. Ling happily sits
down next to Chu Wanning, also with a cup of tea in his hand.

Chu Wanning turned his head to look at her without much expression.

This girl was very pretty, and what was even more rare was that she was not skinny and was one of the
few plump women that could be found in the poor countryside. She didn't have any money left over to
buy accessories, so she picked up some fine pieces of copper and iron, washed them and sharpened
them into warm rings, which she strung on the hem of her dress, tinkling as she walked and glowing
brilliantly in the sun.

" Your Mightiness ." She called out to him in a brittle voice, sounding like a ripe berry.

Chu Wanning said, "What is it," his voice like cold smoke.

Ling flinched slightly at his insensitivity, but then glossed it over and laughed, "Nothing, I saw Your
Mightiness sitting alone and was bored, so I thought I'd come and talk to Your Mightiness."

""

Chu Wanning doesn't think he has an amiable face, and the cat is probably the best proof of that. But
humans and cats are different after all. Cats don't calculate, while humans may have ulterior motives.

As expected, after Ling had spoken to him in a casual manner, he asked, "Your Mightiness, what kind of
people do you want to take as disciples at the top of death and life?
Chu Wanning said, "Give me your hand."

"Ah," she said, her eyes widening, and then with some excitement she did as she was told. Chu Wanning
put his fingertips lightly on her pulse, withdrew them after a long time and said, "No charge."

Ling's face turned red at once: "Is it, is it not wishy-washy?"

"I asked you to stretch out your hand, so you knew I was going to test your spirit core, so you should
have asked others yourself before." Chu Wanning said, "Your immortal destiny is shallow, I am afraid
that you will not be able to build a foundation even when you reach your old age, so staying in the
mountain is just a waste of time.

Ling stopped talking and dropped her face, looking very lost. It was only after a long time that she shook
her lips and whispered, "Thank you Your Mightiness for your guidance."

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"No thanks."

She walked away in silence, and Chu Wanning watched her back with some mixed feelings. For many in
Lower Fairy World, they would be more eager to join the immortal clan than the people of Upper Fairy
World, where immortality is just a way to honour their ancestors and make a good name for themselves.

But for the people of Lower Fairy World, there are times when it means saving lives.

Chu Wanning leans against the pile and takes another sip of his tea, which is already getting cold now
that the weather has turned colder. He drained it in a couple of sips and closed his eyes to take a nap,
but after a late night last night and a busy morning today, he fell into a deep sleep and most of the day
passed.
When he woke up again, the sky was bloodshot, the treetops were mocked by dusky crows, and only
neat stalks of rice and fluttering scraps of grain were left in the fields.

Chu Wanning's eyes widened in surprise.

He slept against the grain pile until dusk, and because of his status, the peasants didn't bother to wake
him up, but let him sleep like that, and some of them covered him with a coat for fear he would catch
cold.

""

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Chu Wanning tried to sit up, but a familiar smell suddenly came to his nose, and he looked back down at
the robe.

It's Mo Ran's dress.

For some reason, when he realised this, Chu Wanning's movement to sit up stopped and he relaxed his
back and lay back, half his face hidden under his robe, revealing only a pair of clear eyes, slightly
narrowed, hiding indefinable emotions.

It's crazy.

He squinted his soft lashes as he searched the fields for the man's silhouette. He found him quickly, after
all, Mo Ran was now so handsome and tall that he would look very attractive anywhere he stood.
The young man was helping the village headman carry the cut rice to the ox cart, his back to Chu
Wanning, and he was a little warm from the day's work, so like the other farmers he took off his outer
and upper garments, leaving his strong, honey-coloured back bare.

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In the ripe sunset, his broad back was blotted with heat, sweat sliding slowly down the shifting texture
of his muscles, trickling down to his waistline and snaking under the tight waistline

He was like hot iron, like coals in a furnace, burning all tenderness into steaming masculine desire, Chu
Wanning watched from a distance, and gradually all other sights faded from his eyes, except for the
man's fresh fur, his smooth cheetah-like muscles, and the half of his face that he had turned away from
the village headman when he was laughing, his pear swirls melting, his eyes kind, handsome and
charming.

Seeming to feel a glance from behind, Mo Ran turned around and Chu Wanning hastily closed his eyes
and pretended to be asleep.

The heart was beating fast as a torrential rain, however, and the rumbling of blood was in my ears.

After a while he opened a slit quietly and peered under the feathery curtain. Mo Ran has turned around
and Ling walks towards him from the monastery with a shy glance in her eyes, handing him a
handkerchief.

" Your Mightiness, wipe your sweat."

Mo Ran was carrying a pile of straw to the car when he smiled and said, "It's too busy, wait a while."

Ling looked delighted and stood next to him watching, occasionally offering a hand to give him a lift. Mo
Ran was surprised by the girl's enthusiasm and said, "Thank you."
She was even more delighted by the masculine charm of the tall, strong man beside her. She heard his
breathing and looked at his relaxed shoulders, and involuntarily blushed, forgetting for a moment that
men and women are not intimate. ."

Mo Ran said busily, "No hands, no hands."

"I'll wipe it for you," she said before she could finish her sentence and felt a chill run down her back.

Chu Wanning had come up behind them at some point, with Mo Ran's thick black outer robe still draped
over his shoulders, his brow wan with some of the hostility of a newly awakened man, and he said, " Mo
Ran ."

"Ah," the man who had not been empty just then immediately put down his rice, rubbed the tip of his
nose and turned back, spreading his face and smiling the moment he saw Chu Wanning, "Master is
finally awake."

Chu Wanning looked him up and down: "Are you cold?"

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Hot."

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As soon as he said this, the drops of sweat that had been collecting between his dark eyebrows dripped
down and inadvertently into his eyes, and he squinted one eye and looked at Chu Wanning with his
other eye, shining and insistent. Of course he was too embarrassed to ask a girl for a handkerchief, so he
asked Chu Wanning, "Master, my eye".

"I washed my handkerchief."

""
Ling saw this and said, "Then use mine."

Chu Wanning, however, ignored her and went straight ahead. He was indifferent, but he leaned back,
lifted his white sleeve, clutched the cuff, and delicately wiped Mo Ran's brow.

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Chapter 139: The Master's Good Dream

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Mo Ran froze in a flash.

The familiar scent of begonias on his nose, Chu Wanning's lack of expression, but the cuffs that fell over
his eyes were gentle and carefully wiped. The point is that this man, white as snow, is standing so close
to him that he can see the delicate texture of Chu Wanning's lips, and he could easily kiss them with just
a nod of his head, taking the soft, tender stamen between his lips and teeth.

"You won, but you didn't wake me up and you didn't win."

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Chu Wanning finished wiping the sweat from his brow and suddenly said this.

Mo Ran froze and then smiled, "I didn't win, it was the Master who won."

"You didn't cut the rice again this afternoon."

"No, there wasn't much left, I went to the market, bought some winter supplies and went from house to
house, which took some time." Mo Ran said, "So it's still the Master who cut more than I did."

Chu Wanning grunted, not too softly, as if satisfied.

After a while he asked, "What did you buy for the mattress at the market?"

Before Mo Ran could say anything, Ling, who was standing next to her, interjected with a smile, " Your
Mightiness has bought a lot of things, and it's exhausting the horse that humped the goods."

"There wasn't much, just charcoal and stuff, some meat and some sweets."

"Not only that," Ling says. Ling said, "Your Mightiness even bought a mattress for each family, and the
old lady who plays cotton came straight into the village with him, with a cart full of them."

Chu Wanning was a bit surprised: "Where did you get all that money?"

"I've been saving them for a while." Mo Ran laughs, "Actually those mattresses are not expensive, they
are much cheaper than the ones at Upper Fairy World."

"What about the meat?"

"I bought it off the shelf and asked the village chief to take it back and cook it for everyone tomorrow."

Chu Wanning, his face unchanged, asked again, "What about the sugar?"
As soon as Mo Ran came back, he gave them all the malt candy and osmanthus cakes.

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She paused and said, seemingly a little sweetly, "I got a piece of that, too."

The girl was one of those girls who knew what she was doing and was naturally familiar with it. Chu
Wanning didn't mind when she interjected several times earlier, but after this sentence he rolled his
eyes and gave her a cold glance.

"Is it good?"

Ling, mischievously: "Yummy, it's so sweet."

Chu Wanning seemed to sneer, "Then you should eat more." He brushed off his sleeves and left. Mo Ran
didn't know what had upset him again and was about to chase after him, when suddenly a blackness
spread before his eyes and Chu Wanning threw the robe he was wearing into his face.

"Master."

"Naked like you're not cold, I'm cold looking" Chu Wanning snapped, "Put it on."

""

Mo Ran was hot, but since Chu Wanning had said so, he didn't say a word and immediately pulled his
clothes on, sweat clinging to the fabric and making it a little uncomfortable as he raised his ruffled
eyelashes and stared blankly at the other man.
Chu Wanning frowned and said, "Who's looking at you with your lapels pulled up?"

"Mo Ran immediately straightened his lapels again, folding his collar so high and tightly that not an inch
of flesh was now exposed, but there was an added sense of forbidden beauty. When Chu Wanning saw
this, he was inexplicably more indignant, cursed and left, leaving Mo Ran alone in a dumbfounded state.

The mayor and his wife and Ling looked on, bewildered, and Ling said with concern, "This Your
Mightiness is so fierce, I've never seen anyone with such a temper," she whispered with some pity, even
ingratiation.

"Your master treats you really badly, and you are the only one who is mild-mannered enough to put up
with no"

She turned around as she mumbled, but suddenly she met Mo Ran's gaze and half of her words
shattered between her lips. She saw that Mo Ran, who had always been smiling and pleasant, suddenly
had a sullen look on his face and a wolf's tooth-like look in his eyes.

Ling's heart raced, wondering if she was hallucinating, or if the man in front of her, as steady and
generous as a mountain, had revealed a different face in a moment.

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Mo Ran said in a muffled voice, "Sorry, you guys get busy, I'm not sure about him, go check it out." And
with that he walked away in a big way.

Chu Wanning stands at the edge of the pond, where the reeds are flying, the sun is half-submerged in
the sparkling water and the river is burning like a fire.

Mo Ran was in a hurry to run and was panting a little when he stopped behind him, "Master."
""

"Did I do something wrong?"

Chu Wanning said, "No."

"Then why are you unhappy?"

"I'm happy."

Mo Ran froze: "What?"

Chu Wanning turned back to me and said grimly, "I'm happy not to be happy."

Mo Ran :""

He wasn't going to talk to Chu Wanning in a roundabout way anymore. He took a good look at Chu
Wanning's face and suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but smile, "I know why Master is
upset."

Chu Wanning's hands clenched in his broad sleeves, his shoulders shifted imperceptibly, but his face
remained calm: "I said I didn't."

Mo Ran, however, has come over and is standing under the tree with a smile on his back. The old
banyan tree by the river has some thick meridians exposed on the surface, like Thuja veins, slowly
rooting deep into the soil.
He then stands on the projecting root vein, which appears higher.

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Chu Wanning, alarmed and offended, said, "Get down from there."

"Oh."

Mo Ran leapt gently and delicately, landing on his toes in front of Chu Wanning, off the protruding boil.
The tree is a gnarled dragon, with no thick roots, and as Chu Wanning stands on a piece of it, Mo Ran
has to stand very close to him to avoid the high ground.

He lowered his head, his breath almost brushing Chu Wanning's eyelashes, so Chu Wanning, a little
embarrassed again, sulked, "Get your ass up there."

"" Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh, "Go up and down go up and down, the Master is joking with me"

Chu Wanning also knew he was fooling around in his anger, and when he was exposed, he simply kept
quiet and gloomy.

Mo Ran stretched his hand out from behind his back and pulled out a handful of sweets from
somewhere, wrapped in rice paper, and held them all in his palm, making a mountain of sweetness.

"Don't be angry, I've saved it for you."

"" Chu Wanning was even more furious, he wanted to vomit blood, he was simply bursting with rage, he
pressed his sword brows and bellowed, " Mo Weiyu "
"In" Mo Ran was busy standing up straight.

"Who wants candy do you think I'm a three year old child to coax or do you take me for a girl to coax me
at all um"

A candy was nudged to the lips and sent into the mouth.

Chu Wanning is stunned.

In a flash the tips of her ears were red, not to mention her face, not knowing whether it was shame or
annoyance, and her phoenix eyes were wide open, staring at the smiling man in front of her with a
mixture of shock and anger.

"Buttermilk flavoured." Mo Ran said, "You like it best."

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Chu Wanning is suddenly a little mute, a little powerless, like a cat with its claws cut off, its teeth and fur
showing threateningly rendered useless.

He was holding a buttermilk-flavoured candy, and a small strand of hair at the corner of his forehead
was blowing slightly in the wind from the rush he had just taken, twitching like a blade of grass. Mo Ran
felt an itch in her heart to reach out and squash that strand of hair.

He is into practical work.

With this in mind, he then, literally reached out.

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran laughed, "I bought some sweets and pastries for everyone in the village, but the ones I bought
for Master are the most delicious, the sweets I secretly hid in my sleeve. The pastries are in your room,
go back at night and eat them quietly, don't let the little ones see them, they are lotus blossom cakes,
they are beautiful, if they see them they will be pestering you for them."

Chu Wanning did not speak, and it was a long time before he rolled his tongue in the melted buttermilk
candy and raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him in the rushes, under the old banyan tree.

Half-heartedly, he threw out four words in a foreword: "Cinnamon sugar roots."

Mo Ran smiled, "Bought."

"Lion's Head with Crabmeat."

"Bought it too."

""

Chu Wanning tilted his head, he felt that he had lost a bit of his majesty today and he wanted to pick it
up and dust it off, so he had the intention to straighten his posture and his chin was slightly raised,
"Unfortunately it's short of pearly whites."

He probably thought he was looking serious and oppressive with his chin up.

However, that was in the past, limited to Mo Ran's teenage years, when he was not as tall as he was.

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Little did Chu Wanning know that if he did this again today, he would only be showing Mo Ran the soft
lines of his jaw and the knot of his throat exposed by the lift of his chin, and the tube of white neck of
the Rooibos.

He is like a cat who thinks he is so high and mighty that he has placed his most vulnerable spot under
the lips and teeth of a wolf dog, but he is too proud to know that he has deterred the tigers and wolves,
not knowing that they only want to suck his throat between their mouths and tongues, lick and kiss it,
and devour it.

Fool.

It took Mo Ran a lot of perseverance to take his eyes off Chu Wanning's chin, and when he looked at the
person in front of him, his eyes were a little darker and his voice a little lower.

He forced a smile, doing his gentlemanly his willowy thing, as he said, "Yes."

Chu Wanning didn't react and frowned: "What"

"Pearly white."

Mo Ran exhaled a breath without moving, suppressing his thoughts of lust and saying hoarsely.

"Pearly white, too."

Chu Wanning :""

"Walking around thinking that the Master might want a drink." Mo Ran said, "Luckily I bought it."
Chu Wanning stared at his apprentice, who was trying to please him, and suddenly he couldn't say
anything, he suddenly felt that his difficult situation was meaningless, and the hard coldness of his
pretence was also meaningless.

He finally eased his taut body and leaned his back against the old banyan tree, looking back and forth at
Mo Ran before saying, " Mo Ran."

"Hmm."

"You've changed so much."

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After he had said this, he somehow saw a hint of unease under Mo Ran's eyes, before Mo Ran fluttered
her thick, slender lashes and said, "Then does the Master like it"

"" Chu Wanning said, "Not annoying."

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he stood up straight again and raised his finger,
hesitating in mid-air, before landing on the side of Mo Ran's waist.

Mo Ran shuddered and looked down at Chu Wanning with uncertainty and trepidation.

"I read that you fought with the Drought of Yellow River." Chu Wanning said, "It was here that the
wound was inflicted."

"Hmm."
Chu Wanning sighed imperceptibly and patted Mo Ran on the shoulder, "You're good enough to be an
Ink Master now."

"The apprentice would not dare."

Chu Wanning then smiled slightly and poked his fingertips at Mo Ran's brow before dropping them,
"That's right, running around all day in disarray really doesn't look like a patriarch. Let's go, the sun is
setting, go back early and rest, what do we do tomorrow"

Mo Ran thought about it and said, "I think it said to steam the rice and to make rice cakes."

Chu Wanning nodded and suddenly said, "Don't take your clothes off again."

Mo Ran's face flushed, "Mmm."

"Rest when you're hot."

"Good."

Chu Wanning thought for a while longer and said, "Remember to bring a handkerchief with you and
don't hang around with the unmarried girls.

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"No." Mo Ran felt embarrassed.

"So what do you usually use to wipe your face with?"

"Sleeves." Mo Ran felt even more embarrassed by his brownness.

Chu Wanning was a bit speechless and said half-heartedly, "I'll cut a piece for you then."

Mo Ran's eyes lit up instantly: "For me?"

"Hmm."

Mo Ran was overjoyed: "That's great Master when will you go for the cut"

Chu Wanning frowned, "It's got to wait until this is a busy time."

"Then I want the kind with begonias too, is that OK?"

"I'll try."

Mo Ran was delighted to be given a handful of sweets in exchange for a handkerchief, and tossed and
turned under her new quilt, unable to sleep.

For five years he has been in a drunken agony.

It was the first time he had been kept awake by joy.

His heart was beating so fast and so long that he could not resist and sat up from his bed, where his
window faced the window of Chu Wanning's room. He leaned over the edge, and through the slight gap
that opened up, the sweetness of the wild countryside at night was at the tip of his nose, and in front of
him was the small courtyard and the candlelight on the opposite side of it.
Chu Wanning is still awake.

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What is he doing?

Is he wondering how to cut his handkerchief or is he eating the lotus flower pastry he brought him?

Mo Ran watched the warm yellow light from the opposite window for a long, long time, until the light
from across the room went out and Chu Wanning went to sleep, and then he whispered reluctantly.

"Good dreams, Master."

There was another phrase pressed into his heart that he dared not utter even when no one heard it.

Wangning .

Good dream.

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On this night, thanks to Mo Ran's good advice, Chu Wanning had another dream, but it was not a good
one.

In his dream, he returns to the year when Butterfly Town's sky split, only the person with whom he
mends the split is Shi Mei.

As the snow fell from the leaden grey sky, Shi Mei, unable to support herself, was pierced through the
heart by a ghost and fell from the dragon pillar into the endless snow. Mo Ran ran over and picked up
Shi Mei, who was bleeding profusely, and knelt at his feet, begging him to help him save his pupil.
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He wanted to help too, but he was as badly wounded as Shi Mei by the effect of the twin boundaries,
and he was so pale that he didn't say a word.

"Master please please please please."

Mo Ran was crying and bowing to him uncontrollably.

Chu Wanning closes his eyes and finally escapes

Shi Mei is dead.

Mo Ran never forgave him again.

He dreamed of Naihe Bridge on the summit of death and life, when it was cold and raining, when the
spring trees were moistened by the rain, and when the stone path under his feet was long and endless,
and he was walking alone with his umbrella.

Suddenly, he saw another man walking across the bridge, dressed in black, without an umbrella,
clutching a stack of books wrapped in oilskins, coming in his direction. Chu Wanning could not help but
slow his pace.

The man apparently saw him too, but the man's pace did not slow, he merely raised the eyelashes of his
eyes, drenched in rain, and glanced at him without warmth.

Chu Wanning wanted to call out to him, to say: Mo

Mo Ran didn't give him a chance to say anything as he clutched his book and walked on the far left side
of Naihe Bridge, one more inch before he should have tumbled into the river just to get further and
further away from his master who was walking on the right.

They came to the middle of the bridge.

A man who used to walk in the rain with an umbrella, and a man who used to walk in the rain without
an umbrella.

They later crossed paths with each other.

The man in the rain walks away without looking back, while the man with the umbrella stops and stands
in the same place.

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The rain pattered on the umbrellas, and Chu Wanning stood for a long time, so long that his legs went
numb, as if the damp chill of the Middle Shu Area had penetrated into his bones.

He suddenly felt very tired and could not walk any more.

The dream world goes black and sunken.

It's heavy and cold.

Cold as rain, heavy as legs that can no longer move.

In his sleep Chu Wanning rolled over, shrinking himself into a small position as something dripped from
the corners of his eyes, wetting his pillow. He knew in a trance that it was only a dream, but why was it
so real, so real that he could feel Mo Ran's hatred, Mo Ran's disappointment, Mo Ran's determination so
clearly?

But is that all?

Does it end here?

He was resigned to the fact that it seemed to be his resignation that made the light around him brighten
up again.

It is still in my dreams and many months have passed since Shi Mei passed away.

Mo Ran's temperament became more and more gloomy and he spoke less and less, but he still came to
all the practice sessions, just to listen and not to talk much to Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning didn't try to explain why he hadn't saved Shi Mingjing in the first place. He saw Mo Ran's
attitude in his eyes and knew it was useless to say anything now.

On this day of practice, Mo Ran stood at the very top of a pine tree, as instructed, to work on the
pooling of spiritual energy.

But for some reason he suddenly lost his strength and fell straight down. Chu Wanning didn't have time
to think and swept over to hold him, but in his haste he couldn't cast any spells and they fell heavily
from the treetops to the ground.
Fortunately the mud was soft and a thick layer of pine needles had fallen, and neither of them was hurt
in the fall, except for Chu Wanning, whose wrist was cut by a sharp branch, a hideous gash with blood
dripping out.

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Mo Ran looked at his wounds, then for the first time in months raised his eyes and, without hiding them,
looked back and forth at Chu Wanning's face.

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

There was a somewhat numbing tone, but what was said was, at last, a palliative sentence.

"I have ointment and bandages in my dry pouch, treat them."

As they sat in the thick coniferous forest, the scent of pine and cypress in the air, Chu Wanning didn't
say a word as he watched Mo Ran bow his head and silently wrap himself in bandages, one after
another.

The young man's eyelashes were rustling and Chu Wanning could not see the look on his face, and for a
moment he was suddenly tempted to gather enough courage to ask.

Mo Ran, do you really hate me that much?

But the wind was too gentle, the sun too warm, the birds chirping among the leaves, his injured hand
held quietly by Mo Ran, tending to the bandages, and all was peaceful and still.

He didn't ask in the end, didn't bother to break the cenotaph.

Suddenly he felt that the answer was not so important as the fact that in this dream, after Shi Mei's
death, his blood, his wounds, had somehow managed to return a little bit of consciousness to Mo Ran, a
half inch of reprieve.

The next day, Chu Wanning woke up in a momentary trance.

As he lay on the bed, he could even feel the vague pain in his arm, and the seemingly residual warmth. It
was some time before he rubbed his face wearily and could not help but feel amused.

What kind of nonsense do you dream about?

It is said that people have dreams every day and every night, so it is not possible that Shi Mei's
handsome appearance has made him feel depressed and he has come to his dreams to vent his
frustration, and he has dreamt of Shi Mei's death.

It's so ridiculous.

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He dressed and got up, washed and tied his hair, and soon forgot about this fragmentary dream of last
night.

Today the village headman and his men are going to make rice cakes.

Rice cakes are eaten at Lower Fairy World on New Year's Eve to bring good luck. The japonica rice flour
and glutinous rice flour are ground the first night, then the women and old men have to heat the stove
and steam the flour in a pot, a process that takes a lot of work but does not involve the young and
strong men.
When he arrived there, he saw a large pot set up on the large sunbed, a wooden barrel half a man's
height steaming in water and steaming out, and the village chief's wife standing on a low stool,
replenishing the rice flour from time to time. A few children were running and jumping around the
stove, and every now and then a bunch of roasted peanuts and a corn on the cob were plucked from the
fire with an iron pike.

To Chu Wanning's surprise, Mo Ran was still up early, helping the village headman's wife watch the fire,
when a child stumbled and fell to the ground, choking several times and crying out.

"How did you fall?" Mo Ran said as he picked her up and patted the mud and dust from her body, "Are
you worn anywhere?"

"Hands," the little girl howled as she held up her little black hands for Mo Ran to see.

Mo Ran picked her up and took her to the well, where he fetched a bucket of water to wash her hands.
Chu Wanning didn't hear what he said to the little one, but after a while she stopped crying, with tears
in her eyes, and after a while she looked up at Mo Ran with a snotty little face and started to talk to him.

""

Chu Wanning stood quietly on the corner watching him, watching him coax, watching him carry the
baby back to the fire, watching him pluck a sweet potato from the roaring fire, peel it delicately and
hand it to the little girl.

He just watched.

It's like seeing the five years that Mo Weiyu passed through.

"Ah, the Master is here."

"Hmm." It was a long time before Chu Wanning came over to Mo Ran and sat down. He looked for a
moment at the blazing fire leaping from under the boiler and said, "What's cooking in there?"

"Peanuts, sweet potatoes, corn." Mo Ran says, "Here you go, bake you a candy."

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"Sweets can still be baked"

"Master can't roast it, it'll burn when it's done." Mo Ran laughed, "It would be better if I did it."

With that he fished another buttermilk malt candy out of his pocket, removed the outer straw paper,
took a poker to it and tipped it into the oven, then immediately withdrew it and removed the candy,
"Hiss, it's a bit hot." He blew on it before bringing it to Chu Wanning's lips.

"Taste it."

"" Chu Wanning wasn't used to being fed anything, so he reached for the candy, which was baked a little
soft and chewed creamy, and Chu Wanning said, "That's good. You bake another one."

Mo Ran then baked another one and Chu Wanning took it in his hand and ate it himself.

"One more."

""
Mo Ran baked eight in a row, and when the ninth one came, a child came up to Mo Ran and asked for a
sweet potato, so Mo Ran had to ask Chu Wanning to get it.

Chu Wanning picked up another poker and picked out the biggest one. Mo Ran took one look at it and
said, "Put this one back and take the smaller one next to it."

"The big ones are delicious."

"The big ones aren't cooked." Mo Ran laughed.

Chu Wanning was a little unconvinced: "How do you know it's not cooked?"

"You believe me, I often roast them in the field and eat them. Take that little one and give it to him, the
little one is sweet."

Chu Wanning had to replace him with a younger one. The child didn't know what a leading figure Chu
Wanning was in Xianxia, but seeing that he was willing to pick out sweet potatoes for himself, he leaned
over and whispered to Chu Wanning, "Big brother, I want to eat the big one."

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"Tell that to the other big brother." Chu Wanning said, "He's the one who won't let you eat it, saying it's
not cooked."

The child literally ran to Mo Ran: "Brother Mo Ran, I want to eat the big one."

Mo Ran said, "Wait a bit longer for the big one."

"How long is a while?"

"Count from one to one hundred."

"But I can only count from one to ten," said the child, aggrieved.

Mo Ran just laughed, "Then you'll be punished by having to eat the small ones."

The little one had no choice but to accept the injustice of his fate, and said with a sigh, "All right, I'll be a
little one."

Chu Wanning peeled the sweet potatoes for him, and by the time they were done, Mo Ran's candy had
reached its softest point and if he didn't eat it, it would have melted completely. So he twisted it off and
handed it to Chu Wanning: "Here, Master, open your mouth."

It was only when Mo Ran fed him the soft, warm buttermilk candy between his lips and teeth, rubbing
his coarse fingers over the corners of his mouth, that Chu Wanning suddenly realised that he had eaten
the candy from his pupil's hand, and the tips of his ears instantly turned red.

"Want some more?"

Chu Wanning coughed softly, but fortunately the fire was warm enough that his face was not visible in
the light, and he said, "No more."

Mo Ran laughed, "Just enough to feed you, there's one last buttermilk candy left and there won't be any
more."

He was lazy with his words because he was relaxed and did not weigh them.
So naturally, the word "feed" was used. But naturally, a disciple would never dare to speak to his master
in such a way, for these two words smack too heavily of pampering and power, such as a master feeding
his favourite child, or an emperor feeding his concubine, or even, by extension, a conqueror on top,
using his strong and sturdy strength to feed someone who is under his control, between the red tents.

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Chu Wanning dipped his head in two such rough words, half-heartedly.

The village chief gave Mo Ran a wooden hammer wrapped in gauze and tried to hand one to Chu
Wanning, but Mo Ran stopped him.

Mo Ran laughed, "Village head, my master has never done this job, he can't fight well."

"" Chu Wanning was beside himself in silence.

He was resigned, even a little angry, because he was a man who, from the time he came out, had never
been able to associate the word "bad" with him.

In the mouths of others, all he can hear is always a request, a plea, a " Your Mightiness, how about a
favour".

It was the first time anyone had ever stopped him and said, "He can't do it, he can't do it right."

Chu Wanning was so annoyed that he wanted to throw his sleeves up and shout, "You're the one who
can't do it right!

But he held back and endured.

Because Mo Ran is telling the truth, he really can't do it right.

Finally they were placed in front of a stone mortar where steamed rice noodles were already resting and
steaming.

Mo Ran said, "Master, when I beat the cakes later, remember to turn the rice cakes over for me every
three strokes. Be careful not to burn your hands, and don't be too hasty, don't let me smash you."

"If you can hit me with a hammer, you can stop cultivating your immortality and go home to farm."

Mo Ran just laughed, "I'm just saying, I'm not afraid of what might happen."

Chu Wanning didn't bother to talk to him, he was already swinging in pairs next to him and didn't want
to be too backward, so he stood next to the stone mortar and said, "Come on."

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With that Mo Ran dropped the wooden hammer, and the first blow was heavy, hitting solidly into the
soft, hot rice surface, which sank in and wrapped around the mallet, and he struck it three times in turn,
lifting his bright eyes and saying to Chu Wanning, "Master, turn over."

Chu Wanning then flipped the rice ball over and Mo Ran dropped the hammer again.

The rhythm of the two men has become so good that as soon as Mo Ran raises his hand for the third
time, Chu Wanning flips the dumplings over, and as soon as he withdraws his hand, Mo Ran delivers a
new blow. It looks simple, but the force has to be mastered, and the person doing it has to be very
strong and energetic, turning it over and over countless times, and only when the rice is completely
glued and stuck is it finished.
But the farmers next to him got a little tired and started shouting at the top of their lungs, "One, two,
three, one, two, three". Mo Ran didn't feel anything and said to Chu Wanning with a smile, "Come
again."

Chu Wanning glanced at him; the young man's forehead was already covered in sweat, crystalline and
honey-coloured in the sunlight. His lips were also slightly parted, not with the usual ragged sigh of
exhaustion, but his breathing was more or less heavy and his chest heaving.

Seeing Chu Wanning looking at him, he froze for a moment, lifting his sleeve to wipe his face, his eyes
shining like stars, he smiled, "What's wrong? Did you get rice flour on your face?"

"No."

"That's..."

Chu Wanning looked at him, hot and sweaty, but honestly folded his lapel up to his throat, and suddenly
felt a little uncomfortable. He asked, "Are you hot?"

Yesterday he asked Mo Ran "Is it cold?" and today he asked Mo Ran "Is it hot?", which really confused
Mo Ran, obviously the temperature was not too different between the two days, and he froze for a
while before saying, "I'm fine ."

"Take it off if you're hot."

"If the Master doesn't like it, I won't take it off."

"" Chu Wanning said, "It's even more annoying to be bored and sweaty."
As he said so, Mo Ran, already clammy and uncomfortable, removed his outer robe and upper garment
and threw them onto the graphite nearby. Mo Ran was sweating, a wet, oily sheen dripping from the
sun. Like a mermaid out of the water, he turned and smiled at Chu Wanning, dazzlingly handsome.

"Two Your Mightiness, would you like some water," asked the village headman's wife, carrying a tea and
asking over to them one by one.

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Mo Ran went back to the stone mortar, picked up the wooden hammer again and laughed, "No, I'm not
thirsty yet."

A hand reached over and took one of the tealights on the tray.

Chu Wanning, to the astonished looks of the two men, gurgled and drank a full cup of tea before
handing it to the village headman's wife, "Another cup, please."

"Master, are you thirsty?"

The words stung him somehow and Chu Wanning looked up suddenly, his eyes burning with wariness:
"Thirsty no, I'm not thirsty."

Gulped down another full glass of water.

Mo Ran looked at him and wondered when his self-esteem had gotten so bad that he was ashamed to
say he was thirsty

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Chapter 141: Master, don't take it off!

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After drinking the water, the pair got back to work, but as soon as Mo Ran swung his hammer, Chu
Wanning knew something was wrong.
The sun's golden light rushed over him like a cascading spring, running down the tangle of sensual
muscles, his shoulders stretched wide as he lifted his arms, his chest smooth and firm as if it were a
sunburned rock, holding a surprising amount of heat and strength.

The wooden hammer smashes hard into the stone mortar, and is sucked in tightly by the wet, soft rice
cake, which is brought up again, along with the white sticky ......

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He was exerting an endless amount of force, one at a time, with such force that Chu Wanning even felt
that if he had been right, if he had accidentally touched himself, he would have been pulverised and
crumbled beneath him. The muscles in his upper arms stretched and opened as Chu Wanning watched
his movements and suddenly had an uncontrollable flashback to his recurring dream.

In his dream he was in Mo Ran's bed, invaded like a rice cake in this stone mortar, kneaded, hazed into
mud ...... He wandered off in a daze until Mo Ran called out to him again.

"Master."

Again, perhaps shouting several times.

"Master, Master?"

He snapped back to life, but his heart was already beating wildly and his eyes were glistening with light,
his throat was twitching and his gaze was slightly out of focus: "Hmm?"

Mo Ran's cool eyes looked down at him, which seemed especially hot because of the heat of his body,
and he said, "Master, come, turn over."
"............"

Chu Wanning felt that in this vision, in these words, the dream and the reality were infinitely
intertwined, and he suddenly felt a little dizzy, as if scarlet light flashed before his eyes, and he saw two
men tumbling in a red mattress embroidered with golden phoenixes and dragons, one a stocky man on
top of the other, the sea of lust turning red, the man beneath him straining his toes, his calves spasming.
His calves spasmed.

"Master, come, turn over ......"

He seemed to hear the man's rolling gasp, as if it was just behind his ear.

"Let me look at your face and fuck you."

Chu Wanning, shocked by the inexplicable flash of imagery into his eyes, slammed his eyes shut and
shook his head - what was going on? A hallucination? Or a too-detailed recollection of that erotic
dream?

His heart shuddered, his blood surged, but cold sweat dripped down his face.

Mo Ran, sensing that something was wrong with him, put the hammer down and went to his side:
"Master, what is wrong with you? Is there something wrong with you?"

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"No." The sound of his voice made Chu Wanning's heart tingle like an insect bite, and Chu Wanning
pushed him away, lifting his irritated phoenix eyes, which were slightly red at the end, and he gasped,
hating his own mind, "The sun is too hot, I'm just a little blurry. Don't stand so close to me, it's all
sweaty."
Mo Ran looked down and saw that he was indeed disturbed. Knowing Chu Wanning's love of cleanliness,
he immediately stepped aside, but his eyes were still concerned and he was still following the man,
unwilling to move away for a moment.

Chu Wanning remained silent after this, and by the time the rice cakes were steamed and everyone was
sitting around to share them, he was no longer there.

"Oh, ask Chu Wanning, he said he had a headache and went back to the house to rest." The mayor said,
"I saw that his cheeks were a little red when he left, I don't suppose he had a fever."

When Mo Ran heard this, she was so anxious that she stopped helping to store the rice cakes and
hurried to the small courtyard where they lived.

When he heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen, Mo Ran lifted the curtain and ventured in.

Then he saw Chu Wanning, undressed, standing barefoot on the brick-red floor with a bucket full of
water, taking a shower.

At the end of October, the frost has passed.

Chu Wanning ...... fucking taking a cold shower?!

Mo Ran was stunned, his face blue and white and red as he stared at his naked master, feeling nothing
but the rumbling of blood flowing in his ears like the tide of the Qianjiang River, and no other sound
could be heard.

What he saw ......

It was the first time since his rebirth that he had seen Chu Wanning's body truly, clearly, in its entirety.
There was no mist, no cover, nothing but this familiar body, a body that had shattered the defences he
had built, the gates of his tightly shut memories, and he felt his blood burning all over his body, like lava
erupting to break free of his flesh and blood skin.

Everything was exactly as he knew it, unchanged in the slightest.

Suddenly he found himself out of breath.

He saw Chu Wanning's shoulders, just the right curve and force, like a powerful bow drawn to its
seventh fullness, ready to strike. He saw Chu Wanning's shoulder blades, shrugging beneath the thin,
ice-like skin.

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Then he followed the current, yea, he followed it, and it washed over him and carried his gaze below, so
that he beheld Chu Wanning's strong, thin, slender waist, with two shallow pools of lumbar nests behind
it, holding wine to hemlock the man who craved him.

Further down, he saw the firm, firm buttocks, like the full honeyed fruit of an autumn day, and he knew
the soul-crushing sensation he would get when he touched them, the combination of which would be so
exhilarating that his soul would seem to split open and he would be rubbed together with the person
beneath him from then on, and it would be hard to stop the addiction ......

" Mo Ran!" Suddenly someone called out to him, " Mo Ran, are you there?"

Mo Ran, startled, looked back and before she could stop the curtain was lifted and Ling leaned in, saying
as she walked, "Why are you in such a hurry? My Mother sent me to tell you to go and have some sweet
rice cakes, and you-"
She saw Chu Wanning in the shower and suddenly lost her voice.

Chu Wanning: "......"

Ling: "......"

"Ah!!!" The girl cried out and covered her eyes, Chu Wanning also looked extremely pale, he had to
fumble to get his clothes, but how could he have imagined that when he came back to take a shower,
there would be one or two unwanted guests barging into his house?

He had always taken off his clothes and left them where he entered, did he have to walk naked through
the whole mess room at this point to retrieve them in full view of the older girls?

He was at a loss when Mo Ran came straight towards him and put her hand against the wall, holding him
in her arms.

Mo Ran turned to Ling and said, "Get out."

"Ah! Aye! Yes!" The girl, too, was stunned and actually froze for a moment before stumbling out the
door and running away in a state of shock.

Chu Wanning: "......"

Mo Ran's face was sombre, and only when he was sure she was really far away did he sigh with relief
and turn back to her.

He was confronted by the cold face of Chu Wanning.

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It was then he realised he was acting much like a vicious dog protecting his food, showing his teeth to
scare off the intruder before whimpering back to lap up the hard-won food.

His hand was still braced against the wall, and in order to keep Chu Wanning covered tightly, he pressed
so close to him, so close that he could easily smell Chu Wanning's body, and he couldn't help but
freeze ......

The head is very hot and dizzy.

Scents are the most likely to evoke memories and desires, just as smelling meat makes you hungry,
smelling plum blossoms makes you think of winter snow, and so on.

The same goes for lust/lust.

Mo Ran could feel his soul stirring and the walls of will he had so easily built up seemed to be toppling.
The smell of Chu Wanning's body was a spark that fell on his dry chest, igniting his animal nature and
burning him to ashes.

When he was close to Chu Wanning on a normal day, even if he was fully clothed, he couldn't help but
be moved, let alone this person, who was naked and wearing nothing ......

He hated the fact that he could not grab Chu Wanning's cold, watery wrists, twist the person backwards
and press them against the wall, just rip off his own shirt and press it hard against this person, pick up
this person so that his back was pressed against his chest and just go in roughly and fiercely, as if in a
previous life, killing and taking away from, all in sweat and gasps of breath, turned into fragrance.

I really can't ...... want him so badly.

Mo Ran's breathing was steeply heavy.

He didn't say anything and Chu Wanning didn't say anything either.

The two men stood so close to each other against the wall that they were almost touching, but Mo Ran's
arm muscles were tense, his meridians were bursting, and he was trembling thinly, holding on.

Can't touch him, can't touch him.

To him and to love him.

You must not commit the foolishness of deceiving your teacher again, no.

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He was saying it to himself repeatedly, mechanically repeating it in his mind's eye.

The weather was cold, but a fine sweat was already seeping from his forehead.

You can't ...... can't ...... Mo Ran, you can't ...... don't get carried away ......

His throat rolled and he shuddered as he closed his eyes, shutting the burning vision out of his eyes, but
his face was already in a daze ......

If Chu Wanning were a normal person, how could he not see the difference in Mo Ran?

But at the moment, his situation is no better than Mo Ran's, or even worse.
He looks aloof, but God knows how much fortitude it takes for him to maintain his composure like this.

Mo Ran's breath was so hot and heavy, with a masculine intensity that almost burned him. He had not
yet fought Mo Ran since his rebirth, but he knew that if he fought with strength alone, without spells,
then he would be in pieces in front of these arms.

He didn't want to look into Mo Ran's eyes, and his eyes dropped a little, right to Mo Ran's chest.

They were not close together, but Mo Ran was so close to him, almost a hair's breadth away, that he
could clearly feel the masculine tension radiating from that hot chest, wide and fiery.

It is like melting away the coldest ice in the world into a spring tide that does not fill the air.

"The Master ......"

The young man called out to him abruptly, and I don't know if it was just his own fault, but I felt that the
other man's voice was a little husky, full of wet lust/fire and heat.

Mo Ran has called him Master countless times, calmly, obsequiously, angrily, playfully, the list goes on
and on.

But this was the first time he had ever heard a different "Master", between his lips and teeth, mixed
with the fishy smell of lust, so dirty and compulsive that Chu Wanning felt his bones go numb.

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Impossible, Mo Ran could not have called him that.

He had misheard, he had overthought.

It is your own heart that is dirty.

He subconsciously stepped back, his bare/naked back hitting the cold wall and he winced involuntarily,
his lips quivering and opening a little, actually looking a little bewildered.

Mo Ran's eyes darkened even further.

He looked at the moist, pale lips. He didn't move, but his mind was already racing with thoughts of
kissing Chu Wanning down, prying his lips open, his hot tongue roughly invading a forbidden place that
no one had ever taken before, and he imagined his hands pinching Chu Wanning's waist, rubbing it
vigorously, making tyrannical red marks on the skin.

No matter how much it is repressed, the wolf's blood still rushes through Mo Ran's veins.

The sex he unleashes is always fiery and violent, even to the point of tearing those he sleeps with to
pieces between the pillows, to eat each other clean from the inside out, licking off every last drop of
blood, every inch of flesh.

He couldn't change his vegetarian diet.

Closing his eyes and pressing the hot lava rolling in his chest, he knew to himself that it was not good,
knowing how close a man's lust could be to that of a wild animal, and he had to get rid of the muddled
rabbit before the tide of love became unstoppable.

He withdrew his hand and spoke almost hoarsely: "Master, I will go and get your ...... garments."

Rough breath brushes against Chu Wanning's eyelashes.

Mo Ran turns, strides to the door and picks up the robe Chu Wanning has left there.

Chu Wanning was still leaning against the wall, but he felt like he was out of breath after a hundred-mile
run. He squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, saw Mo Ran with his back to him, fumbling with the clothes
he had taken off, and suddenly thought of the state he was in somewhere, froze for a few seconds and
snapped out of it!

When Mo Ran entered, he was showering with his back to him, and by the time he turned around, Mo
Ran was close enough not to look down, which is why he didn't notice his rising desire.

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But if Mo Ran had taken the clothes and turned back, Yu Heng's long-standing reputation as a loner and
ascetic, and Chu Wanning's long-held image as an ascetic, would have crumbled to dust in an instant.

Chu Wanning was instantly anxious.

Seeing that Mo Ran has separated his clothes and trousers and is holding them in his hands, I can see
that he is about to turn back to ......

Chu Wanning was left with two choices.

One, pretending to have sudden leg pain, squats.

Two, poke him blind.

Before he could decide between the two bad options, Mo Ran had turned around and said, "Master, you
......"
You what?

He didn't finish.

The rest of his words were broken between his lips the moment he saw the sight before him, so deep in
the mud that he could never pull them out again.

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Chapter 142: Master, this is torture

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In the nick of time, when Mo Ran turned his head, Chu Wanning's mind was blown, and he turned
around almost at the last moment, folding his arms against the wall, leaving his opponent with a strong,
solid back.

This way Mo Ran can't see his front, and Chu Wanning thinks he's got a great head on his shoulders.

This fool, who has no idea that he is exposed to Mo Ran's eyes, is a low, sexy waist, a full, firm buttock, a
pair of long, strong legs, and he is like a rabbit that has skinned itself and is roasting on the fire, so crispy
and brown that it's almost like saying "please eat, thanks."

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Ran's throat felt dry and his eyes seemed bloodshot, so he held back for a long time before saying,
"What is this, Master?"

What to do
Well this is a bit of an odd pose, so what can I say to get past it without making a scene?

Chu Wanning turns his face halfway across the room, his expression cold and sober.

Mo Ran had dropped his clothes and was coming towards him, perhaps because against the light he felt
a chilling expression on Mo Ran's face, like a hungry wolf in the jungle, seeing a piece of tender meat,
but it was hanging from a trap, the wolf hesitating, the hunger in his belly fighting with the sanity in his
head, the battle spreading from his body to his eyes, Mo Ran's dark eyes bright and glowing. Mo Ran's
dark eyes were bright, glowing with a ghostly light.

Chu Wanning finally felt that something was wrong, and two words hit the bowstring with a harsh tone
that pierced the deceptive silence.

"Back rub."

"Well," Mo Ran's moist voice curdled in her throat with a slightly nasal, sensual sound, "what?"

This was really an excuse that Chu Wanning came up with when he was in a hurry, but since the sound
was already in his ears and he could hardly pull it out, he had to play it cool and said calmly, "Since you
are here, you should rub your back before you leave."

Mo Ran :""

"It's been a busy few days, I'm sweaty and I don't feel well." Chu Wanning does his best to look casual
and on cloud nine, "It's always good to scrub up."

He wondered whether he had lied to Mo Ran or not, whether the lies were still natural.
But in the end, Mo Ran did as he was told and dutifully fetched a towel, doused it with warm water and
rubbed Chu Wanning's back.

Evening Yu Heng is always wise, and this is truly the stupidest thing he has ever done.

What is the most tormenting thing in this world

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The person he loved was standing behind him, across a rough towel, a pair of large, generous hands
scrubbing him, each scrubbing leaving a faint trace like a sail over spring water. Mo Ran's force had been
moderated but it was still very strong, not to mention the fact that his flesh had never been touched in
this way before, and he felt every inch of his bones tremble.

His forehead was pressed against the wall, where Mo Ran could not see it, his lips were bitten tightly, his
eyes were flushed at the end, his thoughts were so hot and burning, even like the dew on the branches,
slightly moist in the mist

He was still an untouched man, and how, in front of the one he loved so much, he endured such
excitement and pretended to be innocent.

It's too hard

But if you ask Mo Ran what is the most torturous thing in the world

I'm afraid the answer would be quite different, he would probably say that it was the person standing in
front of you, hand against the wall, shoulders spread, the person who didn't doubt himself, who just
gave you everything openly, leaving you to rub your hot hands through an early spring snow with a
nasty, dirty mind through an obstructive towel.
He knew, of course, that he was rubbing his master's back, but at the slightest pressure, the man's skin
flushed red with the reverie of being hazed and abused.

The towel stroked over his shoulder blades, rubbing them delicately, involuntarily, with gradually fiercer
force. He felt the man beneath him tremble slightly, but wondered if it was his own fault that he was
staring at the pale, full curves, restraining himself until blood crept into his eyes before he dropped the
towel and scratched it straight up with his hands, strangling five seductive red marks.

He had long since tasted the soulfulness of the person in front of him, so what, in front of this person, he
held back and swallowed his voice and forced himself to be a gentleman.

It's too hard

The two men had been rubbing each other hard for half a day, and if they continued to rub, they were
afraid they would burn out.

Chu Wanning finally pressed on, mute, and said, "Okay, you get out, I can do the rest of the rubbing, I'll
do it myself."

Mo Ran's forehead was already covered in a fine sweat as she sighed almost abruptly in relief.

He said in a deep voice, "It's the Master."

The door curtain lifts and falls and Mo Ran goes out.

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Chu Wanning didn't look back for a long time, he was still crouched against the wall, his forehead against
the wall, his ears were bloodshot, as was the rubbing on his back, and I wondered if Mo Ran had seen it
or not.

""

He opened his phoenix eyes slightly, seemingly out of humiliation, he bit his lower lip and hesitated for a
long time before reaching out his hand, the knot in his throat twitching slightly, the mist a blur of
wetness, the vapour around him almost too thick to melt away

Originally he had run back to take a shower to squash the filth.

But as fate would have it, Mo Ran pushes him deeper into the waves of lust. Chu Wanning, who had
been relying on the mind-clearing technique to resist his humanity, could not help but relieve himself of
his almost overflowing lust in the form of the most ordinary and embarrassing of mortals.

His lips were slightly open, his phoenix eyes half narrowed, his expression a little pitiful and a little
aggrieved

He was pressed against the cold wall, but his forehead was on fire, the back of his pretty shoulders low,
the knot of his throat rolling, suppressing low breaths and hushed gulps.

So sinful, yet so good looking.

Like a white crested butterfly caught in a spider's web, its wings fluttered helplessly in a tide of tightly
woven love, but it could never, never, never get out.

He was finally dirty.

So dirty to the bone, so miserable, so pitiable, so tempting to invade and teach addiction.

In the end, Chu Wanning, almost indignantly, slammed his fist into the wall, so hard, so annoyed, so
resigned that he used so much force that his finger bones ground and oozed blood.

"Asshole."

I don't know if I'm cursing myself or Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning's eyes are moist with emotion, hatred and bewilderment.

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It's been more than half a month since they arrived at Yuliang Village and the farming season is drawing
to a close.

Chu Wanning has avoided Mo Ran since the day of the rubdown. He doesn't notice anything different
about Mo Ran, but he can't stand the change in himself.

A person, light and elegant for a long time, will be particularly easy to end, or Chu Wanning before
moving to dislike others to double cultivation to form a daoist couple to do is really not jealous, Yu Heng
elders is really feel some can not stand, feel tired, disgusted.

He doesn't look at pictures, he really doesn't want to, not pretend to. For Chu Wanning, things like
"liking" and "kissing" are acceptable, but when it comes to something more like fondling, or anything
else, he turns blue and can't take it.

It's like a person who has always been a vegetarian. If you give him some lard in his bowl, he will
probably find it delicious, but if you give him a piece of meat that is charred on the outside but still
smells like blood on the inside, he will die of nausea.
Chu Wanning came to his senses after his dizzying rampage that day, gasping at the sticky mess on his
hands and feeling a cold shower of water pouring down on him.

The face is blue.

What was he doing being so overwhelmed by a young boy in his early twenties that he had to soothe
himself to quell the tidal wave inside him?

Goose bumps ran down Chu Wanning's back, so when he met Mo Ran afterwards, he would always back
off, lest he accidentally unleash the beast in his heart and do something he would regret.

As he retreats, so does Mo Ran.

Mo Ran is also genuinely frightened, realising that his desire for Chu Wanning is far greater than he had
predicted, and that the dam he had built earlier is about to stop the raging waves, the passion in his
bones ready to overflow.

He knows that there is a difference between humanity and bestiality, and he does not want to hurt Chu
Wanning again because of this difference, so he also subconsciously avoids Chu Wanning.

The two men distanced themselves, and in turn, there was more of an illusion of respectful disciples and
charitable masters.

The days went by without incident.

This day the village hunters butchered a fat roe deer in the hills and the village people proposed a
bonfire in the evening on the small sunny ground at the entrance to the village.
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So each family brought out some food, either cakes or dried meat, and the village chief opened two jars
of sorghum wine, and they sat around the campfire, smelling the oil of roasted roe deer, eating and
drinking. Chu Wanning and Mo Ran did not sit together, they were a little far apart, with the fire burning
between them, and they looked at each other through the fire without wanting to be noticed.

You glance at me, expecting it to be silent, but the two beams always meet halfway, so you pretend to
be just sweeping by unintentionally, dropping down faintly, and then a moment later taking advantage
of the situation and sneaking up on each other's cheeks.

Orange fires are surging and firewood is crackling.

The moon is in the sky, shining only on the hearts of two people.

The wine opened by the mayor soon reached the bottom, but the men did not feel they had had
enough.

Mo Ran remembered that he still had a good jar of pear white in the house, so he said hello and got up
to go back for the wine.

Halfway through the walk, however, I heard movement behind me.

He turned back around, "Who"

There was an immediate rustle of footsteps and then a pair of lush green shoes embroidered with
yellow flowers slowly scuffled out from around the corner.

Mo Ran froze for a moment:" Ling girl it's you."

Ling had drunk a little too much wine, her snowy cheeks were flushed, her lips were even more plump
and vivid, she stood in the moonlight, gazing with affection, her full bosom rising and falling with her
somewhat rapid breathing, she said, " Mo Ran, wait, I have something to tell you."

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Chapter 143: The Master Was Originally a White Moonlight, Vermilion Mole, Heart's Blood, and Destiny
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Even if Mo Ran was dull, seeing the hot look in her eyes, there was nothing he didn't know, he
immediately said, "Ling, you've had a bit too much to drink, we'll talk tomorrow."

"I am going to speak today."

The girl was also vicious, her hair was a little loose and her eyes were glowing.

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"" Mo Ran was afraid of the pestering and tried to escape, but she caught her by the sleeve, and Mo Ran
was angry and amused.

"No." Ling, who was already bold enough to climb to the top of Your Mightiness, said loudly, "I like you,
do you like me?"

Mo Ran :""

When the man did not respond, Ling became a little anxious.

Since Mo Ran first arrived at Yuliang Village, she had been impressed by the man's majestic appearance,
and when she learned that he was the 'Master Mo', as he had become known over the years, her heart
grew fonder and fonder.
The farming season is almost over, Mo Ran will be leaving soon, and she is just a little girl in Lower Fairy
World, with a pretty face and a good physique to show for it. So tonight, with the benefit of some wine,
she was able to muster up the courage to follow Mo Ran and confess her love for him.

To be honest, Mo Ran was a bit shocked by this torrent of courage.

Ling's pretty face was suffused with red.

She thought, "If only Mo Ran had promised herself, she would have gotten such a handsome lover
brother, and if she could climb up to him, she would have climbed to the top of life and death, and then
she would not have to live in this small village and suffer from filth, and she would be able to live a
comfortable life.

"I'm sorry, Ling girl, you might as well let go."

But his words shattered the airy loft floating inside her head with ease.

After a moment she said sharply, "Am I... am I not pretty?"

"You look good everywhere." Mo Ran was polite and gently broke her hand away, "But I don't like it."

If he had just saved a little face, this "I don't like it" was a devastating statement that tore the last of her
skin off.

Ling's eyes filled with tears, but she was not sad, for although she admired Mo Ran, she was not deeply
in love with her, but rather she wanted to rise higher.

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"And you," she asked, holding back tears, "what do you like the look of."

"I"

She asked Mo Ran this question.

What he likes

Habitually, he thought he liked Shi Mei's look, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly felt that
this was not the case, and he was at a loss for an answer.

"Tell me, what do you like?" Ling pressed on, her eyes fixed on Mo Ran's face, not missing a single
change in his expression.

She was also a poor woman, having a sister who married a common cloth merchant from Upper Fairy
World and had moved to Leizhou some years earlier to live a better life.

She went to visit her sister with her mother and carried a bunch of dried pepper and fish from the
countryside, but her brother-in-law disliked the fishy smell of the dried fish and thought that they were
too shabby to live in their own home, so he kicked them out within a few days. From that day on, she
was not happy with her poor life and vowed to live better than her sister and pay back all the grievances
she had suffered back then.

That is why she has been searching for a hero all these years, wanting to commit herself to someone and
change her fate.

She really didn't want to let Mo Weiyu go.

So she was almost a little anxious and demented, and under the influence of wine she leaned drowsily
towards him, she had a soft and supple body, and as she walked through the fields in the summer, men
would steal a glance at her, and she was pressing her bets, trying to use her warm and soft body to tear
open the armour of the Mo patriarch.

"What's wrong with me? You don't even think about it, you won't even consider it, you just reject me
like that"

Her hot, soft flesh pressed against her, but Mo Ran felt uncomfortable and pulled away from her, his
face already half black.

" Ling, girl, I have only known you for a short time how could I like you or consider you"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

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As soon as Mo Ran saw that she was coming over again, she immediately said, "Don't you come any
closer."

"You don't like it that much" Ling's eyes widened in disbelief, "You don't like it even a little bit"

"I don't like it at all." Mo Ran felt that he had not made it clear enough, that it was better to be thorough
in such matters, and added, though cruelly, "Not even a little."

Ling is dumbfounded.

Not liking it, she could understand.

But no heartbeat

How many unmarried men can say "no" to a woman with a great face and body, and who is so willing to
give her a hand, and have no desire at all for a woman who is so warm and soft?

She froze in place for a long time and said, "How can you how can you how can you"

It was a little difficult for her to talk about it.

She was actually going to say, "How can you not have any desire at all this is not normal.

Mo Ran also sensed her meaning in her hesitation, but he really didn't want to explain to her.

Let her think what she likes.

Mo Ran whispered to her, "I'm sorry." Dodging away into the night.

The night breeze blew against his cheeks and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

After a conversation with Ling, he suddenly realised that he might have been thinking about love in the
wrong way all along.

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Ling asked him "What do you like about it?"

It was a question he never seemed to ask himself.

The man who has received little warmth has always had little choice, and whoever has been
extraordinarily kind to him has given his heart to all of them.

"What do you like?"

It was a phrase that, subconsciously, he didn't even dare to think about.

In fact, everyone in this world has their own special tastes and fetishes. When Mo Ran was a child, she
used to hear other children tugging at her parents' clothes and saying, "I like this one, it has scallions. Or
"Mother, this red lantern looks better than the yellow one, I like the red one."

But he couldn't say anything, and it was useless to do so. All he could afford to eat was the cheapest
white pastry, and he had to break it up and share it with his mother.

Later on, when he was in the pavilion, he would also peep at the wealthy young men who came to listen
to the opera, watching them shake their silken fans and slowly and methodically utter such words as, "I
liked that Cui'er last time, let's have her this time for the opera, she's pretty and has a sweet voice."
These kinds of sentences.

In fact, in Mo Ran's eyes, Jade is nowhere near as good looking as Shirong, but who cares what he
thinks!

No one will ever ask him "what do you like", whether it is aesthetics or choice, these words are only for
the rich and powerful, for Mo Ran, whatever is served to him is what he should be grateful for, if he has
something to eat, if he has a piece of clothing to cover his body, he should shed tears". "

I'm afraid he's dreaming. Who is he to like, how dare he like, and who is he to like the fact that he has
only a cheap life that he has to struggle to survive.
The habit of holding on to what you've got is so deeply rooted in your bones that you can't even sneeze
at the gold, silver and jewellery you've got.

Throughout his life, Mo Ran was a young man, poor and destitute, and his likes and dislikes were as
worthless as the mud and dust on the bottom of his shoes, so no one would ask him "What do you like?

Later, when he rose to prominence, Jane was in the emperor's heart, accompanying the king and the
tiger, and others could only guess what he was thinking.

And just then, Ling suddenly asked him this question, and with a few simple words, he was stumped.

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He had thought that if he loved someone, he must be respectful and held in the palm of his hand, not
daring to have any delusions of grandeur.

Just like he did with Shi Mei.

He felt that this was love, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

But at this moment, he vaguely understands that things don't seem to be what he thought they were.

Does he really like gentleness more than he likes stubbornness

Does he really like peace and harmony more than he likes rigidity?
He really likes eyes that are peachy and loving, over phoenix eyes that are stern and two-edged and
frosty

Does he really like Shi Mingjing instead of not instead of

He did not dare to think of that name, but his heart beat against him and his blood had become hot and
rolling.

Mo Ran is surprised by her own desire to love.

Love and desire are inseparable, inseparable, attracted by each other's appearance, compelled by each
other's voice, each other's scent, even each other's eyes, wanting to invade, wanting to possess, wanting
to leave their own scent on the flesh that has nothing to do with them, wanting to insert their own
eagerness inside each other.

He had never believed that love was sacred and that the one he loved must not be desecrated.

But how can one really not blaspheme

When a body that you love, desire and admire appears in front of you, how can you not get hot and
bothered?

All the love in the world, except for love, has nothing to do with cleanliness.

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It is destined to be stained with sticky hot sweat, to have the colour of flesh, it is destined to be tangled
with sideburns, to have the fishy smell of heather, it is associated with moaning, with passion, it is
destined to breed delicate stamens only on a muddy, damp hotbed.
Mo Ran rushes through the night and suddenly stops, his eyes bright and frightening, his expression
appalled.

Something seemed to break in his skull, and the wild current that had been suppressed by his
stubbornness, by his stupid stubbornness, overwhelmed him and engulfed him with the sound of a
mountain.

He stood horrified in place.

Desire, lust.

Emotional love.

Chu Wanning

He finally dug out the name.

When the sand and mud are washed away, the treasures emerge.

It was always Chu Wanning. Such intimate feelings, such fiery lust, were always reserved for Chu
Wanning.

He felt a gust of blackness before his eyes, the obsession of two lifetimes shattered, the shattered brick
walls washed by a violent tidal wave that smashed against his heart, making him almost gasp for breath.

He was appalled.
Could it be, could it be this way?

The person he liked, the person he supposedly loved, was he wrong all along?

When Mo Ran returned to the bonfire with Pearly White in her arms, Ling was no longer there.

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The crowd, of course, did not notice that a young girl had left the table, and naturally no one was aware
of the conversation between Mo Ran and her.

After three rounds of drinking, the villagers played a game in which they made up a straw ring with rice
stalks and invited a man to go up and beat the drum.

This is what Lower Fairy World farmers do when they have nothing better to do than work, and it's so
simple and easy to play that even someone like Chu Wanning, who doesn't know how to play, will have
no trouble getting into it.

"Good, it's Old White's turn come on, Old White will draw lots"

Old Bai then bitterly grabbed a folded piece of paper from the big sea bowl, unfolded it and read, "Does
a woman with big breasts look good, or does a fat ass look good"

A circle of people around the room immediately burst into laughter.

Old Bai's face was red with anger as he raised the note and cursed, "Which one of you wrote that kind of
question and threw it in?
"Don't." A village man laughed, tugging at the hem of his shirt, "Don't rush to day someone's fairy board
just yet, you answer the question first."

The man in Old Bai's house was also sitting down, staring at him with bullfrog eyes, which made Old Bai's
hair stand on end.

Immediately someone laughed and yelled: "You say a ball oh, lying does not mean you obviously a few
days ago also told me, think the ass of a woman good-looking, good breeding, why do not you tell the
truth drink drink drink punished wine"

Old Bai had no choice but to drink the wine with a bitter face and grimace, and after he went down, he
was scolded by his daughter-in-law for mentioning his ears.

Chu Wanning, hidden in the crowd, looked embarrassed and surprised, but the question was so crude
that he would have been unable to answer it if it had been asked of him.

At this time it happened that the village headman was holding a foot of black cloth and said with a smile,
"Let's change someone to beat the drum, replace old Zhang and let him play too, who will replace him"

Chu Wanning immediately said, "I'll do it."

He walks over to the animal skin girdle drum tied with thick cowhide, takes the drumsticks and sits down
on the floor.

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The mayor carefully tied the black band of blindfold for him, adjusted it from side to side, and asked, "Is
it tight?"

"It's not tight."

"Can leak light"

"No leaks."

The mayor laughed, "Then please Your Mightiness beat the drum, and whenever you want to stop, you
can just stop."

Chu Wanning said, "Good." He picked up a wooden hammer and tapped it on the leather surface, then
struck a dense drumbeat with deftness, a cacophony of staccato and mismatch.

He was blindfolded, not aware of Mo Ran's gaze across the campfire, so complex, so confused, so dazed.

Mo Ran looked at him, starbursts flying like orange fireflies scattered into the blackness, and he looked
at the man in the blackness, white and committed to the ground, his gaze inch by inch, sharp knife
across Chu Wanning's forehead, the tip of his nose, across his lips, his chin.

The black cloth-covered eyes of Chu Wanning held an inexplicable allure for him, but this time Mo Ran
didn't just let it slip away, he chewed and lapped it up.

He tasted love in it.

Once again he felt an inner tremor, and once again he was sure there was no mistake.

He had a love for Chu Wanning. That love had nothing to do with mentorship and nothing to do with
kindness.

He just purely adored him, desired him, wanted him.

He

He finally realised, with the benefit of hindsight, that he was in love with Chu Wanning.

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It is love.

He was so confused, so paranoid, he was so foolish, so unable to see.

It was not until today that he was finally enlightened.

He was in love with Chu Wanning.

When this section was thought through, the layer of sealed soil that had been piling up in his mind
finally crumbled, and many things that he once could not understand, many answers that he once could
not get, all came to him in this belated love.

But he hadn't had time to taste the lick, to think deeply about it.

The drumming stopped with a thud, and the aftershock spread like ripples.

He looked up and saw Chu Wanning sighing with relief, taking off the black straps with one hand and
opening his moonlit eyes to look over at him with pure clarity.

He was also curious to know who the flowers had fallen to when he stopped the drumming.
So he met Mo Ran's eyes.

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran :""

There's nothing more awkward than when he's peeking at you and you're peeking at him, and the two
eyes meet and dodge each other a little.

But Chu Wanning soon stopped hiding, for he suddenly realised that Mo Ran's handsome, upright face
was now shrouded in a haze of complex emotions, which were revealed straight and hot, undisguised
and undisguisable, over the golden-starred campfire and over the throng of people.

Chu Wanning's eyes widened slightly.

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" Good luck Mo Ran." The mayor smiled, and went to pull Mo Ran up.

Mo Ran hesitated for a moment and put the braided straw ring in his hair, as was the rule, his dark eyes
shining, but he was a little overwhelmed as he put the crown on and looked carefully at Chu Wanning
again. The handsome, tanned face was turning red in the firelight.

Chu Wanning was startled by his perverse behaviour, so his eyes widened and he stared at him roundly.

In the unobtrusive gaze of Chu Wanning, Mo Ran's eyes lowered and her lips pursed in silence, looking
somewhat submissive and shy.
It seems to be one of those foolish teenage boys who have reached the age of knowing how to admire
young Ai and are in love, and everything seems so awkward, so stupid that it is a little pathetic and a
little cute.

Chu Wanning :""

If he had just been shocked, he could now be said to be appalled.

He's afraid he's going blind

Why else would you think that this big, thick bear of a man had suddenly become so pretentious, like he
was on the wrong medication?

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Chapter 144: Master, I like you

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Mo Ran catches a piece of paper from the large sea bowl and unfolds it flat.

He was first relieved, then a little nervous, to see the paper.

"What is it," the village chief asked.

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Mo Ran showed him the paper, and the mayor looked at it and said, "Haha, it's lucky that Mo Ran
doesn't have any sisters or brothers with him, otherwise he would have offended someone."
Chu Wanning, who was already curious about what Mo Ran had caught, was even more curious when
he heard the village chief say so, staring at the slip of paper as if to make a hole in it.

Mo Ran laughed and said, "But the mayor, you see what's written on this piece of paper, it should be
against the rules, everyone else is saying one question, but he's asking me three."

"Your Mightiness was right on the money and got this one." The mayor said, "If Your Mightiness is not
satisfied, then throw it away and catch it again."

I'm not sure if I'm going to get the "long-legged woman or the thin-waisted woman" thing again," Mo
Ran laughed, "never mind.

He handed the paper back to the mayor and said, "I've drawn, to tell you about my three favourite
people in my life."

Chu Wanning :""

Ling came back with red eyes, but she did not move forward, for fear that people might see that she had
just cried, and sat at the outer edge of the fire pit, so that Mo Ran did not see her either.

In fact Mo Ran didn't look at anyone after he said the question, he felt uncomfortable looking at anyone
with such an overly personal question and couldn't say anything, so he simply stared into the fire.

The campfire flickered in his black eyes, reflecting the light and darkness of his handsome face, and he
looked into the flames for a long time, then said.

"So let's start with me Mother."

"My Mother left earlier and I don't really remember her face, I just remember that when she was
around I always had something to eat and slept well." Mo Ran said, "So if I had to say three people, she
would be one of them."

The Mayor nodded: "A lick of love, well, one for Your Mightiness."

"The second one, my brother, who treated me with gentleness and was more than a brother, though he
was not related by blood."

Chu Wanning was expecting this answer, so there was no big ripple on his face or in his heart. It was
obvious that Mo Ran liked Shi Mingjing, something he had already heard himself at Jin Chengchi, and it
did not surprise him.

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Just looking at the man in the light of the night fire, he has a hard, cut and sharpened profile, extremely
handsome and a little stubborn at heart. Mo Ran's eyes were dark and bright, extremely luminous, like a
lamp that would never go out unless it ran out of oil.

A person with such eyes is destined to be extremely stubborn.

Chu Wanning is obsessed with such stubbornness, but unfortunately, it is not his.

Mo Ran said such and such good things about Shi Mingjing, but Chu Wanning didn't listen. He felt that
the evening breeze was a bit cold, so he poured himself a hot tea, held it in his palm and sipped it
slowly.

The tea warmed his throat all the way down to his stomach, warming his flesh and blood, softening even
his heart.
He poured another glass in silence and was about to drink again when he heard Mo Ran finish speaking
about Shi Mingjing and then pause and say something like

"There is another person, the third one to speak of, who is my master."

"Chu Wanning choked on his tea as if he had been scalded, coughing repeatedly, his face flushed red as
he buried his head to wipe the water stains without looking up at Mo Ran.

The man who is emotionally humble is used to being pulled up from the ground, and he will only panic
over his dusty body and want to hide back in the shadows once more, huddle and hide.

But Mo Ran clearly had no intention of giving him the chance to escape.

Chu Wanning is so boring that if you let him go, he will always give you a backward glance and a back of
the head. He looks fiery, he looks fierce, and the purple lightning and frost between his eyebrows are
vaguely thunderous, but Mo Ran knows clearly that this is nothing more than a finely polished human
mask.

He had seen the gentle human soul of Chu Wanning, so pitiful, so helpless in the steaming mist of
Mengpo Court.

He doesn't want Chu Wanning to trash himself any more than he already has.

Chu Wanning could no longer wear that hideous masquerade, and if the self-respecting sicko wouldn't
take it off, well, he held out his hand for him.

The tea has only been spilled a little and has long since been wiped clean, but Chu Wanning is still wiping
the dried water marks over and over again.
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He was so used to cocooning himself that he didn't look up.

Gradually it felt quiet all around, a little eerie in its stillness, and then there were small children
sniggering and laughing, as if their voices were low, but anyone could hear them.

"Mother, Chu Wanning is so silly."

Mother was busy covering her child's mouth, "Shhh."

But Chu Wanning heard it anyway.

stupid

No, Yu Heng has never been a fool in his life, he is arrogant and sharp, he is fierce and cold, he is

"Master, if you keep rubbing, you'll just have to rub a hole in the table for you."

Black cloth boots came up to his desk, close enough to be almost offensive, before they stopped. Chu
Wanning saw a dark shadow looming down over him, mountainous, weighing him down, weighing him
down almost breathlessly, crushing him with a little humiliation and a little irritation.

He was suddenly a little indignant, angry with himself for his sudden weakness.
So he dropped his handkerchief and looked up sharply, full of provocation, with a pair of wanton
phoenix eyes containing anger, glaring at Mo Ran, the sword drawn in the end.

And almost at the same moment, Mo Ran said, not without respect, not without gentleness

"Master, you pay attention to me."

Only Chu Wanning knows that he didn't raise his head because Mo Ran said, "You pay attention to me,"
it just happened.

But what's the point?

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Apart from him, Mo Ran and the people around him, all felt that it was because of this plea that Chu
Wanning had quickly agreed to be his pupil.

Rapid.

There is nothing more humiliating and disgraceful than these two words.

Chu Wanning's face is like ice, but his eyes are burning with fire.

But all he met was Mo Ran's soft, warm gaze, which, like boundless spring water, easily wrapped around
his anger, his sharp teeth.

Mo Ran said, "Master, the third answer is you."

Chu Wanning had no place to vent his irritation and became expressionless: "Hmm."

He showed real calmness and indifference.

He is a master of the world, Chu Wanning applauds himself for his calmness and grace.

But Mo Ran looked at him with amusement.

Master Chu," thought Mo, "I'm afraid he's not a little fool.

Chu Wanning, unaware that he had barred his pupil's heart with the sign of a little fool, became more
and more aloof and arrogant because he was nervous.

He said, "So what did you come over here to do?"

The smile on Mo Ran's face froze for a moment.

Mo Ran wants to do everything.

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But he can't do anything about it.

He loves Chu Wanning and finds out too late that she is too far away to be pursued, not to mention that
he has spent two lifetimes chasing Shi Mei's footsteps, and suddenly he is told that he has fallen in love
with the wrong person and asked to turn back.

If only he had understood his heart at the beginning of his rebirth, perhaps it would have been too late.
By now, this "discovery" has only added to the torment.

In his previous life, Chu Wanning had been subjected to so much physical torture that he was used to
seeing sex as the most violent form of torture for this proud man.

In fact, in Mo Ran's mind, Chu Wanning has always been a fairy-like figure, who does not eat the earthly
world, let alone have love and lust.

There are a million ways to ruin Chu Wanning's intimacy.

But, be good to Chu Wanning.

He couldn't think of too many.

Suddenly he became so stupid that he only knew that he should distance himself from his master, hold
him up to the altar of God, and welcome him on his knees below.

This "like" actually contains a hot and hidden desire for love.

But Mo Ran couldn't let Chu Wanning know that he was in love with him, so he had to restrain himself
and disguise his love for him in the form of "mentorship" before presenting it to Chu Wanning with
respect and dignity.

Mo Ran then replied, "Just wanted to let the Master know."

"" Chu Wanning looked at him quietly.

Mo Ran says: "Just, couldn't help but let everyone know"

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"Know what?"

Mo Ran smiled, his dark eyes very bright, their flame so burning that it hid the dark currents of lust
beneath.

"Know that I'm lucky." He said with a smile, "worshipped the best, best, best master in the world."

He used three best, very clumsy, very hard expressions.

It has the ruggedness of Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning looked at him with a lofty look, only his eyelashes twitching.

Mo Ran took a deep breath, not knowing where she got the courage to do so, but she felt that if she
missed this time, she would never be able to express herself like this again in her life.

He suddenly knelt halfway down, trying to be level with Chu Wanning, who was sitting in front of the
case, but unfortunately he was still too tall to kneel like that, still looking down at his master.

He couldn't care less, he felt his heart beating so fast and his blood flowing so fast.

"Master."
"" Chu Wanning suddenly felt something was wrong.

The man's eyes were so anxious that they forced him to lean back.

But in the end, it was a sharp arrow through the heart.

"I like you."

He had no way to escape, and the plum deer leaping through the woods was stabbed in the leg and foot
by the hunter's arrowhead, and fell in a heap. Chu Wanning looked at him in disbelief, his mind was
blown and he could hear and see nothing else

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Love how subtle and vague the word is.

It is not as straightforward and naked as "love", which can burn someone's heart as soon as it is uttered.
It has many ways of understanding, giving many smitten men and women the opportunity to express
their feelings in a calm manner and let out the overflowing love in their hearts.

Mo Ran thought silently: I like you, but I won't disturb you, I won't force you, you think I like you, but I
like you as a teacher and a pupil, that would be a pity for me, but it would be better for you.

Chu Wanning, on the other hand, silently thought: You say you like me because of pity, because of the
love of teaching and saving your life, this is not the kind of fondness I want, but I have done all I can in
return for your goodwill nowadays, and I no longer have the strength or the leverage to exchange for
more of your affection. It is enough to receive a word of recognition and a fondness from you for me as
your master. I no longer ask for it.
Neither of them said more to each other, and those watching around them only complimented them on
their master and disciple relationship.

Only Ling, in the corner, had a vague feeling that something was not right, and she looked at Mo Ran's
handsome face, which held a desire too deeply repressed, a passion that struck her as odd.

But after all, she was a simple person who grew up in a small village and had never even heard of the
goodness of dragon and yang, so she only found it strange, but what was strange she could not say.

There are always some people in this world who are heartless and unscrupulous when they don't like it,
who can walk sideways and who are not afraid of the sky Old Wang Zi coming.

But once they fall in love, they are on fire, their hearts are hot and their eyes are red, and they are
always longing for their inner love to be discovered by the other person, wanting to sink into the sea of
lust with each other, and it is hard to part with them.

But if the other party is really going to find out, they are afraid, scared, afraid that the other party does
not like them, afraid of being rejected, afraid of this and that, not to mention the sky Old Wang Zi, this
time even a cicada on the tree chirping twice, something that is not related, they will be anxiously
thinking, "Oh God, the cicada on the tree is chirping, it really kills me, so does he not like me?

The haziest love is often the one where you guess and I guess, and you hide and I hide, and you can
smell the pervasive stench of acid from two miles away.

Mo Weiyu was a Fairy Tramper in a previous life and an Ink Tramper in this one.

Infamous and wise for a lifetime.

He had been the most evil ghost, and now he had become the most good, but this sour stench had not
escaped him in the end.
Chu Wanning?

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The guy is always the fish in the net, and the slightest movement in love can give him a headache and
tangle him up.

But he was still trying to save face and said with a grunt, "What is there to talk about such a sour and
crummy matter?

It's really personal.

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Chapter 145: The Master has a dinner companion

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The forest is dyed through and the farming season is over.

The villagers of Yuliang Village have prepared several large and small packages containing dried meat,
rice cakes, spices and coarse cloths, which they have been stuffing into the arms of Chu Wanning and
Mo Ran.

Although there is no shortage of food and clothing at the top of the Dead and Alive, this is a token of
appreciation from the villagers and it would be bad form not to accept it. So the two of them did not
hesitate to help the village chief fill up the pouch.

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Ling is also here, carrying a bamboo basket covered with a small blue cloth, which is lifted to reveal
steamed buns and a dozen or so green eggs in their shells.

She came to Mo Ran's horse, her big black-and-white eyes shining, wanting to look at him, but
embarrassed at the thought of her bold confession that day when she was half-drunk and half-awake.
After a few moments of dawdling, she went over to him, lifted the basket above her head and said to
the handsome man who was already on his horse, "Mo Ran, I cooked these this morning, take them with
you and eat them on the way with Chu Wanning."

Mo Ran did not know what she meant by this, so he hesitated, not knowing whether to refuse or accept
it.

Ling, however, understood his concern and looked up suddenly, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes a little
stubborn and hurt.

Although she's putting all her efforts into trying to climb aboard the amazing Your Mightiness, she's not
the kind of girl who has no dignity and continues to stalk when she's rejected.

She said, "Your Mightiness, don't worry, Ling didn't mean anything by it, she just wanted to thank Your
Mightiness for taking care of Yuliang Village for the past half a month."

Mo Ran now took the bamboo basket and sat on his horse, looking at her with his eyelashes lowered,
and said sincerely, "Thank you very much, Miss."

" Your Mightiness is polite."

When Mo Ran saw her willingness to take things in her stride, she was somewhat touched by her
feelings and asked her one more question, "What are your plans for the future?"

" Your Mightiness Why do you ask that."

"I don't think the girl is someone who wants to live in the village for long."
I heard that the Confucianism School patriarch is kind and willing to help all the poor people in the world
and that he will not kick us out of Lower Fairy World if we can get a job in Linyi. He would not kick us out
if we could get a job in Linyi. I am a good maid and I can cook, so I can make a living."

The Confucianism School has the largest number of disciples among the ten schools, and it is a vast
school with seventy-two cities, and Linyi is even the capital of the Immortal School, where five out of ten
people walking along the road are monks.

Chu Wanning was unaware of her thoughts and frowned when he heard she was going to Linyi, saying, "
The Confucianism School is not as simple as you might think. If you want to stay at Upper Fairy World for
a long time, why don't you consider Yangzhou Linling Island?"

"Yangzhou is not viable, food and clothing are too expensive." Ling said, "Thank you Your Mightiness for
your kindness, Ling has a lot to think about."

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Since she had already said that, Chu Wanning knew it was useless to say more, so he gave up.

The two of them were loaded with packages and they were on their way. When Chu Wanning passed
near Butterfly Town, he kept an eye on the boundaries there, but fortunately the spiritual flow was
strong and stable. So the horses continued on their way, and by midday they were back at the top of the
Dead and the Living.

When Chu Wanning went to meet Xue Zhengyong, Mo Ran, who had nothing better to do, wandered
around and came across a man by the Naihe Bridge, polishing the stone lions on the bridge pillars.

Mo Ran thought to himself, "I wonder who has committed another crime and been sentenced to hard
labour here.
Those who are punished are usually a little embarrassed, so Mo Ran had no intention of going to the
bridge and was about to turn around when he heard the man call out to him from a short distance away.

" Mo Ran "

""

When he looked at the lion, he saw that it was none other than Shi Mei who was rubbing it. Mo Ran was
stunned for a moment, but felt a strange feeling inside.

It is strange that someone as disciplined as Shi Mei should be punished for polishing Naihe Bridge.

Secondly, it is strange to see Shi Mei in her present form.

It had been a long time since I had seen Shi Mei in full growth, but I had not been able to recognize his
current appearance, but rather, as time went by, I felt more and more rusty, so that when I saw him on
the bridge at first glance, I did not recognize him.

"Why are you doing something wrong here?" Mo Ran asked, walking up to him.

Shi Mei looked a little embarrassed: "Well it was a penalty with young master."

"Moe." Mo Ran paused and smiled.

It's no surprise that Xue Meng made a mistake, it's nothing new.

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"What did he drag you to do?"

"Said he wanted to go to the forbidden place in the back of the mountain to catch some ghosts and
monsters for practice."

""

"As a result, I almost stabbed the crack in the boundary that had been sealed before the Master left."

Mo Ran laughed and cried: "He thinks ghosts and monsters are cats and dogs that he can just catch and
keep. You too, you shouldn't go along with his nonsense, why don't you persuade him?"

Shi Mei sighed, his face full of helplessness: "Of course I tried to persuade him, but it was no use. I was
afraid that something would happen to him, so I had to go in with him. Mo Ran, let's talk about you. The
other day you and your master went to Yuliang Village to do some farming."

"Hmm."

"So, it's going well."

"Well, it's all pretty smooth."

The two of them chatted indifferently for a while, and after bidding farewell to Shi Mei, Mo Ran walked
alone in silence along the boulevard, looking back with his mind set, he became more and more aware
that his feelings for Shi Mei were more of an obsession, a habit, than a self-perceived love.
He used to think that he looked at Shi Mei's appearance and thought it was beautiful, that it was
stunning, that it was comfortable, that it was desire, but it wasn't.

He admires Shi Mei's beauty, but, on examination, there is no intimacy in this admiration.

He enjoyed watching him as much as he enjoyed watching the red leaves on the mountains in autumn
and the lotus flowers in the ponds in summer, and over the years, there was hardly any delusion of
transgressing the rules.

He still cherished and loved Shi Mei as much as ever.

But it is not the same as it used to be. Mo Ran, now that he finally understands what love is all about, is
not a willow, his love should be wet and hot, with the invasion, with the clash of flesh, with the rush of
blood and the gushing of fluids.

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He is a wolfhound and will sniff out the roses.

But the teeth and molars are hideous, and when they do go down, it is certainly not flowers and plants
that they will eat, but flesh and blood.

By dinner time, Xue Meng had finally finished compiling all the books in the Cangshu Library's second
scripture section, but he was so tired that he sighed and sighed and slumped in Mengpo Court,
complaining that even his usual favourite, diced chicken with chilli sauce, failed to cheer him up.

As he was playing with his chopsticks, he suddenly saw Chu Wanning enter the dining hall and, at last
refreshed, straightened up and shouted, "Master!"

Chu Wanning gave him a look and nodded towards him.

Mo Ran sits next to Xue Meng. He, Xue Meng and Shi Mei have always eaten together, but today when
Chu Wanning walks in, Mo Ran moves all the dishes around the table, leaving a large space free.

"What do you do?"

Mo Ran smiled at Xue Meng and stood up and beckoned to Chu Wanning, "Master, come and sit here."

Xue Meng :""

Shi Mei :""

It's one thing to respect, but it's quite another to eat together.

Most people who are able to sit at a table and eat bones on a regular basis don't have too hard a
relationship, or at least are used to each other baring their mouths, and can stand to see each other eat
in an ugly way and lose their cool occasionally.

The look on Xue Meng's and Shi Mei's faces showed that they were uncomfortable and unaccepting of
eating with Chu Wanning, despite the fact that he had always eaten with aplomb and aplomb.

For them, the occasional meal with their master was the same as a social occasion, where they had to be
tense and polite to each other, and their backs were often stiffened after a meal, and they did not know
how to eat.

Chu Wanning understood this and gave Mo Ran a rather surprised look, shook his head and, still carrying
some light vegetables, went straight to his usual spot.
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It had been five years since I had eaten at Mengpo Court, and as soon as I sat down, Chu Wanning saw
that a small brass plate had been carved into the corner of the table, with the words "Elder Yu Heng's
Seat" engraved in small letters.

""

Xue Zhengyong What's wrong with you?

Chu Wanning sits down with a heavy hand on the wooden tray, and before he can take two bites, a man
pulls out the wooden chair opposite him and takes his seat at the 'Yu Heng Elders' table, bringing his tray
right in front of Chu Wanning's plate, so close together that it almost touches.

Chu Wanning lifted his eyes, "What brings you here?"

"It's too crowded over there." Mo Ran said, smiling as she picked up her bowl of rice, "Come and eat
with your Master."

Chu Wanning glanced over at Xue Meng's side of the room, slightly puzzled: where was the crowd?

Not only was he baffled, but the other two people left behind by Mo Ran also looked at Chu Wanning
and Mo Ran's table with mixed feelings.

Xue Meng muttered, "That dog is not crazy, is he?"

Shi Mei :""

Mo Ran didn't care about that, he felt uncomfortable just looking at Chu Wanning's food. Chu Wanning
was a fussy eater and was particularly fussy when it came to food, he often felt sick after eating this or
tasting that.

He didn't care what Chu Wanning ate before, but now it's different, not to mention the fact that he likes
it.

But feeding Chu Wanning is a learning process, just like feeding a cat, you can't just shove it down your
throat, they won't want it and he can't force it.

So Mo Ran had the bright idea to put a piece of fatty, lean roast pork in Chu Wanning's bowl.

"Master, try this."

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As luck would have it, Chu Wanning frowned, "I don't like pancetta, you take it."

Mo Ran was prepared and laughed, "I hear it's very sweet and Jiangnan in flavour."

Chu Wanning said, " Jiangnan cooks meat, which is different from this."

"You don't even eat it, how do you know it's different"

"It's all there to see by the looks of it."

"But the chef says it's Jiangnan." Mo Ran throws down the net and prepares for the cat. Mo Ran threw
down his net, ready for the cat to take the bait, and laughed, "The chef at Mengpo Court is an old chef,
he must have been away for so long that he forgot what roast pork looked like back home."
Chu Wanning said, "Nonsense, how could I be wrong about this?"

Mo Ran then ate a piece himself and seemed to be really serious about tasting it and said earnestly, "I
think the master is really wrong, this meat is very heavy with sweetness, don't believe you try a piece"

Chu Wanning, unaware of Mo Ran's ulterior motives, picked up his chopsticks and took the roast pork
from the bowl to his mouth.

"How's that?" Mo Ran stifled a laugh and looked at the big white cat that had taken the bait.

Chu Wanning frowned solemnly and said, "No, the anise and fennel flavour is too strong, I'll talk to the
chef, that's not how Jiangnan's braised pork is made."

"He said, "Don't worry, the cook is busy at the moment, since he has tasted it, it must not be true. I'll tell
him later, let's eat first."

Chu Wanning thought better of it, so he sat down again and continued to munch.

Mo Ran then began to coax him again, this time with a piece of fish.

Chu Wanning's chopsticks pause for a moment: "anchovies"

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"Hmm."

"Don't eat it, take it away."

"Why don't you eat?"

"Not like that."

Mo Ran just laughed: "Is it prickly?"

"No."

"But every time Master eats fish, he picks the kind with no thorns, or those with large thorns that are
easy to pick, Master wouldn't be able to eat small thorny fish, would he? hahaha."

He knew the soft spots of Chu Wanning's character and he took them well. Chu Wanning fell for it again,
and with some thinly veiled anger he said, "That's ridiculous." He picked up the anchovy Mo Ran had
given him and ate it, showing physically that he was not incapable of eating spiny fish.

In this way, Chu Wanning was coaxed by Mo Ran into eating much more food than usual, almost all
kinds of vegetables and poultry. It was a quick meal for one person, but it took more than half an hour
to finish.

By the time they had cleared away the dishes, Xue Meng and the others had long since left, and only a
few of the Mengpo Court disciples remained, Mo Ran accompanying Chu Wanning along the wooded
path back to the red lotus water pavilion, the sun slanting towards evening and the twilight.

The evening breeze was blowing and he was suddenly smiling as he walked idly with his arms behind his
head.

"Master."
"Do what?"

"Not doing anything, just shouting at you."

"I think you've had a long night."

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Mo Ran then smiled more softly, "Yeah, good hang on. Master, can I always eat with you from now on"

Chu Wanning's heart still skipped a beat, knowing that Mo Ran meant nothing else, but his gaze
remained calm.

"Why, you and Xue Meng had a fight."

"No no." Mo Ran waved his hand and laughed, "It's just that it's been too long since I've eaten with the
two of them, and it feels a bit awkward to sit together again after a five-year gap. If Master thinks I'm in
the way, then I'll just find another seat tomorrow and eat by myself."

""

Of course he could not say "I feel sorry for you eating alone", or "I want to feed you more food", but Mo
Ran knew that it would not work. He had to say that he felt sorry for himself and that he needed
company, and Chu Wanning was so kind that he would not refuse.

Mo Ran could practically see the faltering in his eyes, just short of the last bit of intensity.

So he continued, "But actually, I don't really want to eat alone."

"Why?"

Mo Ran lowered her soft eyelashes, her smile half genuine in its emotion and half made to coax Chu
Wanning: "Doesn't Master think one casually finishes eating, that's called fruit."

He paused, swept away the wind-blown hair from his forehead in a haze of brocade, and with a deep
swirl of pearls, he gazed at the other man again.

"If two people eat together, talk, talk, have a taste in their mouths and fall into their stomachs as hot.
That's eating."

""

"Master, can I still join you tomorrow?"

The wolfdog's heart-warming words are really overwhelming when they are spoken.

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Mo Ran is stubbornly heartwarming, saying.

"Master, I spent five years out on my own, and when you woke up, I ate with you."

"I'm not used to it without you."

"I won't eat rabbit head or duck neck." At the end of the sentence, he burst out laughing and went to
pull Chu Wanning's sleeve, playing a scoundrel, "I'll eat tofu with scallions and sweet root with
cinnamon, just promise me, okay?"

He was fine if he didn't say this one, but as soon as he did, Chu Wanning suddenly thought of something
old and his face sank, and at the end he sneered twice and said, "Yes, you can, but you'll have to eat the
same as me in the morning."

Before Mo Ran could respond, she said yes before saying, "Yeah, same what"

"Salted bean flower." Chu Wanning is unfailingly cruel, "With nori."

Mo Ran :""

I bet this is a reminder of the feud we had over hot pot when he was Xia Sini.

Chu Wanning grinded his teeth and said in one word, "And dried shrimp."

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oh Chu Wanning, you had to do this to him

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Chapter 146: Master, it's really none of my business if she wants to get married

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Since that day, there has been a spectacle in Mengpo Court.

The "Yu Heng Elders' Table", where no one has ever dared to sit, has a new Mo Weiyu.

The disciples would always see Mo Ran and Chu Wanning eating together, sitting face to face, Mo Ran
always putting some food on his master's plate.
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"Hush, look, Brother Mo has handed Elder another piece of beef brisket, wow such a big piece, I bet
Elder Yu Heng won't eat it."

Not far away, a group of disciples whispered and lowered their voices to place bets.

"I bet I won't eat it either, Yu Heng elders don't seem to like beef very much."

"I'll bet he'll eat it then, after all, he accepted those pigeon eggs in front of him too."

The group peeked over the side and held their breath as they saw Chu Wanning frowning, poking the tip
of his chopsticks at the piece of beef and saying something to Mo Ran with a sullen look on his face.

The distance was too great for them to hear, but Mo Ran seemed to say a couple of words, and Chu
Wanning's face became even more unpleasant.

Disciples A, B and C, who had bet on Chu Wanning not to be eaten, were immediately overjoyed, so
absorbed were they in the soup that they almost sent their spoons up their nostrils.

"Look look look, the Elder isn't eating, he's not eating."

"Don't elbow me, keep your voice down, if Elder Yu Heng hears you're betting on him, he'll skin you
alive."

"Hey hey hey, I don't care, these twenty silver leaves are mine"
But before his hand could touch it, he heard the man next to him lower his voice and shout nervously,
"Wait, the winner is not yet decided, and the elder is moving his chopsticks again."

"What?"

The gambler's eyes watched and felt his heart being squeezed by those alabaster chopsticks, up and
down and pinched.

"Going to eat going to eat going to eat going to eat twenty silver leaves twenty silver leaves twenty
silver leaves twenty silver leaves" bet Chu Wanning The disciple who would eat the beef brisket kept
chattering, shaking his legs nervously. Suddenly his gaze faltered and his whole body seemed to freeze,
"Ah"

Elder Yu Heng, to his surprise, threw the beef he had already picked up back into Mo Ran's bowl without
a second thought

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""

"Hahahahaha, close call, close call."

"I told you the elders wouldn't eat it, come on, the leaves are all mine."

The disciple who had lost the bet sighed and wilted, hitting his head on the table and staring
speechlessly in the direction of Chu Wanning.
Elder I was wrong, I shouldn't have bet on you, I lost so much that I don't even have the money to buy
spirit stones this month

Suddenly, he saw Mo Ran twitch his elbow, lean forward slightly and speak to Chu Wanning, before the
disastrous disciple witnessed his brother pick up the brisket again, with some vegetables, and bring it to
Chu Wanning's lips again.

This disciple was stunned that Senior Brother Mo was planning to feed the Elder directly

Apparently Chu Wanning was also extremely uncomfortable as he nonchalantly tapped his chopsticks
against Mo Ran's and spoke two words with a serious expression.

That mouthpiece is too good to understand: the

Put it down

Mo Ran then smiled as the chopsticks of vegetables and beef were put back, but not in his own bowl,
but in his master's bowl. Chu Wanning had no choice but to sigh and eat the vegetables and meat in
silence, amidst a dozen cockeyed glances that he was not aware of.

""

The table of gamblers had looked dumbfounded, and the disciples who had thought they were sure to
win the previous time had their jaws dropped, the silver leaves cupped in their hands slipping off.

It was the one who was lying on his back who immediately sprang to life, his eyes glowing with
enthusiasm, "Ha ha ha ha, a comeback to win, a comeback to win, brother, brother, sorry, all these
leaves still have to go to me, ha ha ha ha ha, rich, rich, bet again tomorrow, ha ha ha, bet again
tomorrow"
Over there, the master and disciple are oblivious, Mo Ran holding his chopsticks, slowly picking at his
bowl of rice as he watches Chu Wanning eat his brisket with his head down.

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Mengpo Court is a little hot, and Mo Ran's left sleeve is rolled up to his elbow, revealing a long, strong
arm, its muscles shrugging and rippling beneath honey-coloured skin, as he ladles out a bowl of soup,
adding a few extra ribs to the bowl before Chu Wanning notices, the meat at the bottom of the soup,
not easily visible.

"Finish your soup, Master, to drive away the cold."

"Clear Soup"

Mo Ran blinked, "Seems like it, I didn't pay attention when I was typing it and forgot."

Chu Wanning took a look at the noodles of the soup and saw a leaf of mullein floating in it, which looked
delicious, so he took a spoonful.

"Is it good?"

"It's not bad."

"Don't waste it, then." Mo Ran laughed, "Drink more."

Chu Wanning glanced at him lightly, "Don't you dare tell me to stop eating so much food, you can't eat it
yourself and I have to share it with you."
"Haha, well, I'll play less next time then."

When Chu Wanning nodded, Mo Ran picked up his bowl of soup, which was a little hot, and blew on the
noodles, which spread the heat and softened his stalwart face.

Hot soup is a wonderful food, obviously just a bowl of boiling water with some meat and vegetables
seasoned, but it warms the whole person from the stomach to the heart, and the feeling of satisfaction
when you drink it with your favourite person is like throwing a small stone in the water, and the ripples
on the lake surface spread and shimmer.

Mo Ran sighed softly and involuntarily in the midst of the hard-won tranquillity of this lifetime.

It turns out that the years are long, and when you drink it in your mouth, it is just a bowl of soup.

For this bowl of soup he had ground his teeth and sucked blood and killed like a man, and for this bowl
of soup he is now in his bones with remorse and pain.

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He held the bowl of soup and drank it quickly.

Whether it was inner turmoil, uncertainty about the future, remorse and guilt, at this moment, he didn't
want to think too much about it; he had had so few good days that he needed to snatch them up day
and night. It's not that he doesn't want to savour it slowly and leisurely; he actually envies people like
Xue Meng, who, because they were born rich, are always at ease.

Mo Ran cannot be subdued; what he has is often so little that he is forever grimacing and scrambling,
and what he snatches he has to eat immediately, wolfing it down for fear of being snatched away; he
retains an almost primitive animalistic nature in this respect, feeling that only by eating the food in his
stomach and hiding it in his stomach can he be at ease, that he really has the thing and no one can ever
take it away from him again.

As a child, he grabbed food from other children.

In a previous life, he and the congregation Your Mightiness grabbed a world.

And in this life, he only wants to grab this bowl of soup.

Knowing that he had done much evil, and fearing that fate would one day have to settle accounts with
him, he wanted nothing more than to snatch up the little bit of miserable happiness he had, and then
run away from it, leaving fate far behind him.

Like all those who, after committing a serious crime, repent and want to start over, Mo Ran smiles, but
his heart is still troubled. He knows that "good things will come to an end" is not an empty phrase, and
when the buzz grows cold, he always feels that the peace before him is false, like a mirage, like a mirror,
and that eventually he will wake up and go back to the empty Wushan Palace, back to hell.

So he wanted to grab a few more sips before the soup got cold.

In this way, if one day he does have his evil come back to haunt him, is spurned by the world, is judged
by fate, and is pushed into the cold abyss again, he will be able to go on alone with this hot breath.

"What's on your mind," Chu Wanning asked him.

"Ah." Mo Ran snapped back to her senses and answered softly before laughing, "Nothing, I like to gawk
when I'm full."

Chu Wanning glanced at his empty bowl, "Finished."

"Hmm."

"You seem to be enjoying the rib soup today."

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"Haha, yeah."

Chu Wanning then took his bowl and said, "I'll go and get you some more."

He soon returned with a large bowl of broth, which was somewhat hot, and after putting it down Chu
Wanning warmed the tips of his ears with the tips of his fingers, both to warm them and to cool his
fingers.

He sat back down and said, "Drink."

"Nice full bowl."

"You drink slowly." Chu Wanning said, "There's not enough to go around, no one will take it from you."

Mo Ran was then touched by this simplest of words, and he held the bowl of soup, his thick black eyes
dropping with a light nasal tone, and smiled in response, "Good."

Little did Chu Wanning know that at that moment, Mo Ran was doing her best not to burst into tears
holding the bowl full of soup and hearing the words, "There's not enough left, no one will steal it from
you".
Chu Wanning has been gone for five years, and he has been suffering and blaming himself for five years.

Five years later, his master told him to take his time.

The closer he got to Chu Wanning, the sadder he felt. In fact, if you don't pay attention to many things,
you won't be able to see the feelings behind them, but now that he has looked into his heart, he can see
that Chu Wanning has treated him so generously, so kindly and so well.

He had trampled on such people in his last life.

How can I ever be with you again in this life?

His heart trembled and struggled bitterly, feeling that he was unworthy, that he should stay away from
Chu Wanning, that he had no shame in smiling at Chu Wanning, that he was shameless to Chu Wanning

But, on the other hand, he was constantly longing for this to be the end, for this to be the end, for their
lives to be long, for him to atone for the sins he had committed, little by little, okay?

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I am covered in sins and have returned from the mountain of corpses.

I hold the mellow, warm soup of this life in my blood-stained hands from my past life.

I would like to spend the rest of my life on my knees, and after I die, my soul will return to purgatory,
but I only hope that you will still be willing to hold a lamp and taste it.

"Master."
At some point, Xue Meng arrived.

Mo Ran came back to his senses. In fact, since Chu Wanning's death, he had spent almost the whole day
and night with such self-blame and uneasiness, and after soaking in such emotions for a long time, the
whole person would seem heavy, which was not good for others, so he had been trying to adjust his
emotions, and only in the last year, he had gotten a little better.

But once in a while there is a point or two in life that still touches him, and he still falls back into
obsession and self-loathing over a word or an event.

When he looked up at Xue Meng, his gloom was still on his face, which startled him.

"Ahhhh, what are you doing looking at me like I owe you money, dog?"

Mo Ran knew that just now the feelings of the gods wandering, a moment can not be retracted, so
forced a smile, said: "eat hold up a little, you have something to find the master that you say, I go out to
get some air."

"No, don't go, you sit down, this is about you too."

"What is it that concerns me?"

The look on Xue Meng's face was a little subtle: "Don't be disappointed when you say it"

Chu Wanning said, "Well Xue Meng, just say it."

"Oh oh." Xue Meng, who was still trying to be secretive, immediately said as soon as he heard his
master's words, "It's like this, I just received an invitation that Song Qiutong is getting married."

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Mo Ran was horrified, his face suddenly bloodless.

But the trembling was not due to Song Qiutong, but to the fact that Xue Meng, in his life Mo Ran, knew
very well what Song Qiutong was like and therefore could not avoid her, with whom he was now clearer
than water, and was no match for her.

Available Xue Meng

Why did Xue Meng think she would be lost if Song Qiutong got married?

Mo Ran's whole heart clenched as he thought almost instantly of the fake Gouchen who had been at
work all along, the one who had never surfaced and who was hiding so well.

That person, too, could be reborn, and if so, he or she would know all about Mo Ran's past and know all
about Mo Ran's sins in his or her previous life

Mo Ran looked at Xue Meng with a blank face, calm and unmoving: "Why is it about me?"

"Don't you know it yourself?" Xue Meng said with a strange look on her face, "Today the Confucianism
School came to deliver the wedding invitation and that Ms. Song even sent you a special letter. If you
don't know her well, why did she write to you? Mo Ran, I'm not talking about you, when did you get into
trouble with her?"

"" Mo Ran's mind was in turmoil, and he said, "I don't think it was written to me by mistake."
"Can't go wrong."

Xue Meng said, fished out an envelope from inside his lapel and slapped it on the table in front of Mo
Ran: "It's written in black and white, and it's addressed to Mo Ran himself, and Qiutong is paying his
respects, so there can be no mistake."

Mo Ran glanced at the envelope, his heart beating like a drum, a million thoughts already flashing
through his mind.

It was Song Qiutong's handwriting, but why would she fix a letter to herself before her wedding when
she had met Song Qiutong in her life?

Xue Meng put her arms around her and was upset: "Are you going to go back and dismantle it privately,
or are you going to dismantle it here and watch it with us"

""

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Mo Ran turned his head sideways to see Chu Wanning looking at him too, with a slight frown on his
brow.

"Tear it down?" Xue Meng was furious, he was most uncomfortable with the act of promiscuity and was
somewhat aggressive.

If that's the way it is, there's no hiding from it either way

Mo Ran felt a wave of weakness and his fingertips were cold as he reached out.
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for some reason this Song Qiutong bitch is annoying me

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Chapter 147: Master, Let's Talk

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Inside is a thin sheet of paper with a few short sentences.

Mo Ran took one look and his heart dropped to his stomach, almost as if he was secretly relieved to
realise that his cold sweat had soaked through his heavy shirt.

Xue Meng also came over to look at it.

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"What the." A quick glance, and a frown, "What is it about this sort of thing"

"What else could it be? I told you I don't know her well." With relief, Mo Ran really laughed, putting the
letter on the table, "You've really fooled me by making it sound so fishy."

It turned out that Mo Ran had been travelling around for many years and had killed many notorious
demons, including a carp spirit that had plagued Yun Meng Ze for many years.

Although Yun Meng Ze is a place where demons can easily be cultivated, the carp is not a highly
aggressive animal, so it is reasonable to assume that a cultivated demon would not be so aggressive. Mo
Ran fought with it for more than 80 rounds and finally strangled it under the "ghost", and only after
cutting open the belly of the fish did he find out the reason for this.

"Back then, that carp spirit had a Wang Shu crystal stone inside its abdomen." Mo Ran laughed, "This
crystal stone condenses thousand years of moonlight and is an extremely high quality spirit stone, which
is excellent for quenching weapons, or cultivating spirit cores."
Chu Wanning said, "What does she need this for a butterfly bone beauty seat?"

"Said she wanted to ask for it for her husband, who is a fire-based spirit core, but has cultivated too
rapidly over the years and is in danger of going off the rails, so she spared no expense and wanted to ask
me to buy Wang Shu crystals to bring over as a dowry to suppress the evil energy for her husband."

Xue Meng nodded: "It is rare for her to ask for a husband's peace of mind even when a thousand pieces
of gold are scattered."

Mo Ran laughed and said, "Where does she get the money? She asks the Confucianism School for it.

Xue Meng's eyes immediately widened, "You don't say that like I'm in a state of lust."

"Don't be angry, I was just making an analogy." Mo Ran said, handing the letter back to Xue Meng,
where letters from the top of life and death that are not replied to are usually stored in the Cangshu
Library envelope, and Mo Ran said, "File it."

Xue Meng is stunned: "Archive"

"If you don't return then you can burn it."

"No," Xue Meng was a bit anxious, "people are getting married and asking you for a spiritual stone, it's
not like she's asking you for nothing, she said she would do whatever it takes, her heart is sincere, why
don't you sell it"

"It's not that I don't want to sell it, there's no use for me to keep that spirit stone, but I've already given
it to you ah."
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"Give, give me that."

"Yes." Mo Ran laughed and pointed to the Dragoncity sword on Xue Meng's waist, saying, "Didn't I bring
you a crystal some years ago so that my uncle could refine Dragoncity for you? Why don't you thank that
carp spirit?"

Xue Meng's mouth opened wide, unable to speak for half a day.

""

He only knew that Mo Ran had been given a gem when he travelled the world, but he had never cared
what it was. He had always held a grudge against Mo Ran, whether he was a villain or a virtuous man,
and he retained a certain amount of defiance and repulsion.

So when his father said that the gem Mo Ran had given him could sublimate Dragoncity, he was grateful
but also very upset that he was being treated well by his rival for no reason, so he didn't want to ask any
more questions and just let his father take Dragoncity to Snow Walk Palace to quench it.

The gift that Mo Ran gave him was unexpectedly a "Wang Shu Crystal", which was worth a lot of money.

It took half a day to say dryly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Mo Ran smiled and waved, "Just a coincidence."

Xue Meng's face turned even more foul as he said stiffly, "It's not you I'm thanking, it's the carp spirit
who died in one go. I thanked him."
"Hahahahahahaha, then you should stop eating carp meat in the future and give your benefactor some
virtue."

"Hmm."

After laughing for a while, Mo Ran suddenly thought of something and asked with deep pear swirls,
"Right, I forgot to ask you who Song Qiutong is going to get married with, so much fanfare. Is she going
to be married to Bitan Mountain Village?"

"No."

"I thought the old man who owned the house was so lecherous that the Confucianism School gave him
Song Qiutong because they were friendly with him." Mo Ran laughed, "So which family could have a
marriage with the Confucianism School and make a big deal out of it?

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"What are you thinking?" Xue Meng glared at him, "Why does it have to be a marriage?"

Mo Ran froze, her smile faltering a little, "So who else could she be with"

"Nangong Si, you forget that the Confucianism School has reached the age of marriage, and Song
Qiutong is so beautiful that it is not a bad match for him."

No sooner had he finished muttering than Mo Ran leapt to his feet and said in astonishment, " Nangong
Si ".
Xue Meng was startled: "What for?"

"How did she marry Nangong Si? How could she?" Mo Ran was so shocked that she couldn't calm down
for a long time, chanting, "Nangong Si!"

No wonder he reacted in this way.

You know, in a previous life, Nangong Si had already died of a serious illness at this time.

The Confucianism School did not have much contact with him, so he was not concerned about it. It was
only when Xue Meng suddenly announced the marriage of Song Qiutong and Nangong Si that he
suddenly realised

Not true.

It was all wrong, the world's fortunes had changed, not just for himself, but even for the School of
Confucianism, which didn't seem to want to shut down.

The person who should have been in the coffin did not go in, but instead the white event turned into a
red event and he had to marry his previous life's queen as his wife

The news was a little creepy and he couldn't swallow for a moment, choking a little.

And, is Nangong Si blind to see such a woman?

The wedding banquet was scheduled for the 15th of this month. Xue Zhengyong made all the
arrangements for the sect and handed them over to the two elders, Greedy Wolf and Xuan Ji, and
prepared to leave for Linyi.
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In addition to him, Madam Wang, Xue Meng and Mo Ran were all invited as a matter of courtesy to the
Xianxia community. In addition, Nangong Si invited Chu Wanning by name, saying that he had been
mentored by Elder Yu Heng when he was a young man, and that he would like him to come.

"The Confucianism School is the most important school in the world today, and their young master's
wedding will be celebrated by all the dignitaries in the world." Xue Zhengyong said, "The School of
Confucianism is not a small school, but when it comes to this kind of event, it is important to follow the
rules and not to make a joke out of it."

Xue Meng asks, "What rules to talk about I think I'm disciplined enough on my own."

Xue Zhengyong tugged at his bun and said, "You're wearing the wrong kind of hair crown, you're
wearing a golden one."

"What happened to the crown of blonde hair?"

You are the only one who can wear a gold tiara at Upper Fairy World. If you wear a gold crown to the
wedding, you will be robbing the bride and will make a big joke. "

Xue Meng's face turned red and she stammered, "No, no, no, I don't do bride kidnapping."

Mo Ran teased him, "Are you afraid to have you and Aunt Song arrested and put in the shed?"

"You're the one who's in the shed" Xue Meng said with shame and anger, "I'm not wearing it."

Xue Zhengyong said, "I can see that you are not very clear about the requirements of the wedding
guests' clothing, so I will ask someone to have one made for each of you.
He paused and looked at Chu Wanning in particular, asking tentatively, " Yu Heng, is that okay?"

The others, Xue Zhengyong, are not afraid, they will only make jokes, but Chu Wanning, who is used to
wearing white, is not unlikely to go to a wedding party in white if he is not warned.

Chu Wanning said, "Yes."

The night before they left, Xue Zhengyong's custom-made wedding dresses arrived for each of them.
The dresses were made by a tailor from Linyi, and they were made in the correct style, with a strong
stitching and a beautiful look.

Mo Ran, carrying a stack of clean clothes, went up South Mountain at the top of the Dead and the Living
and entered the red lotus watering hole and said aloud, "Master, uncle asked me to bring you these
clothes."

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He walked over to the lotus pond and saw Chu Wanning dancing with a sword.

He recalls that Chu Wanning's second weapon was a sword, but that sword was so powerful and
destructive that Chu Wanning never used it easily. Even though he had little chance of sheathing his
sword, Chu Wanning would still take another sword and dance with it from time to time.

The moon is cold and cold at the moment, perhaps because he is hot from sword practice, he has taken
off his outer robe, leaving only a white silk tunic inside, the silk material flicking with the evening breeze,
looking ethereal.

Instead of his usual high ponytail, he wears his hair up in a high bun, which makes his face look
extraordinarily fresh and lean. He dances with his long sword, the edge of which is like snow, and his
stance is soft in its rigidity, his feet are taut and tapered.
Suddenly Chu Wanning's eyebrows were furrowed and his long sword pointed towards the lotus pond,
but he saw a powerful move.

"Master."

Mo Ran was afraid that he would run away with another swipe, so he hurriedly chased him down to the
pavilion and called out to him. The moon was high, the night was cool, the tall begonia trees by the
pavilion were falling with frosty, gentle white petals, Chu Wanning stepped on the pavilion's sharp
corner, his lapel was a little loose, leaking into the jade moonlight, he heard the movement and looked
down, his eyes dark and bright, he was panting, his lips had the blood of the sword dance, so he looked
rare and brilliant.

"What brings you here?"

The night breeze blew the stray strands of hair from the corners of his forehead and he narrowed his
eyes.

"I've come to bring you some clothes, try them on, they don't fit."

Chu Wanning hummed lightly, suddenly remembering that Mo Ran is now also respected as a patriarch
by the world, after he had awakened, he had not yet faced him.

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Mo Ran was shocked, not expecting this, and dodged in a hurry, the blade grazing his forehead.

"Master wants to spar with me, well at least try on the clothes first, uncle is still waiting for me to get
back to him."

"First we cut, then we try on the clothes."

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"Uncle is waiting in a hurry, the human tailor is still in the hall, if something is not right it has to be
changed."

"Then let's break it up quickly."

""

Chu Wanning and Xue Meng were very much alike in this respect, they both had the same desire to fight
and it was very difficult to suppress them. As they talked and answered, the long swords had already
stabbed Mo Ran in several places, but thanks to Mo Ran's experience, he was able to dodge in time,
otherwise he would have been fine, but his clothes would have been cut by Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning was able to withdraw his momentum in time, only to strike him sideways with his sword,
sneering and provoking, "Is that all you can do, Master Mo?"

Ran was forced into a corner by this man and had no place to put his clothes, so he laughed bitterly and
said, "Now that Master is not going to let me, he is bullying me instead."

Chu Wanning's eyes were like bayonets, his brow furrowed slightly: "Do you want me to let you live
forever?"

"Haha, that's true."

"Are you going to fight or not?"

"Fine, fine, I'll fight, I'll fight." Mo Ran laughed, shook his head and flashed his fingertips together, "Hell,
call in."
As soon as he got hold of the willow vine, another sword came from the front, and Mo Ran swept back a
few feet and swung his vine whip around the hilt of Chu Wanning's sword. With a flick of his wrist, Chu
Wanning was able to free himself from the restraint and darted behind Mo Ran like a ghost.

Chu Wanning stuck behind him, slightly sombre: "You're not paying attention, start again."

His soft, warm breath brushed against Mo Ran's ear and Mo Ran felt a rush of heat, the knot in his
throat twitching under the blade of his sword as he laughed lowly, "Master, don't be so quick to fill your
mouth with words, look again carefully, have I put my heart into it"

As the words left his mouth, Chu Wanning realised that Mo Ran's willow vine had somehow wrapped
around his arm, holding him in place, unable to move an inch.

Chu Wanning stares at his arm for a long moment before a sharp light dawns in his eyes.

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"Well good, foreword retracted."

Mo Ran laughed, "You can't just take it when you want to."

"What are you going to do?"

"I want the Master to go and change."

Chu Wanning grunted, "Let's see if we can win."

As he said that, he poured his strong spiritual power into his right arm, forcing the ghost back, and then
swept back, distancing himself from Mo Ran, while a sword light flashed and swept up in the air, cutting
at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran had no choice but to bring his whip to bear, and the willow vine and the long sword clanged in
the air. In the blink of an eye, the two had already fought over a hundred strokes, and it was difficult to
distinguish between them.

Chu Wanning's breathing was heavy and a drop of hot sweat trickled down through his dark brow and
into his eyes, but as he fought Mo Ran, he could not be distracted from the sweat droplets that were
seeping through his eyelashes and into his eyes, but he held back from blinking, his eyes glowing with an
appalling light like a night fire.

Beidou's fighting spirit has been aroused by his disciple. He had always loved a good fight and
competition, but he was usually indifferent and cold because he found it hard to find a rival. But Mo Ran
was like a fire that lit up his pool of wine and instantly lit up the sky.

As they fought, the long sword creaked ominously as it was unable to carry such a powerful impact, and
finally, as the two struck in the air, it clanged and buzzed, shattering into millions of iron powder crystals
between the two masters

"The sword is broken." Mo Ran said helplessly, "Do we still fight?"

Chu Wanning's eyes were already filled with smoke as he dropped the hilt of his sword, his white coat
slightly open, his figure more erect, and he said simply and forcefully, "Fight."

""
Before Mo Ran could retrieve his sighting, Chu Wanning was in his element, coming at him like a
crossbow with an arrow drawn, like a leopard in the woods or a falcon in the snow. The two men fought
again in a new way, and it was hard to separate them.

Close combat is not the same as a knife fight, where the stronger and taller man is more likely to have
the advantage, and Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were already very close, so Chu Wanning was clearly at a
disadvantage in this one.

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Mo Ran laughed: "Master, stop fighting, if you don't use your spiritual power, to be honest, you can't
beat me."

Chu Wanning: "The rebel is arrogant"

"No arrogance, no arrogance, if the master is angry, I will let the master make ten moves."

" Mo Weiyu " Chu Wanning was irritated and the punches and kicks were faster and harder.

The begonia blossoms fell like soft wind-blown snow, while under the tree the master and disciple
attacked with whips and kicks, using everything they had. After another 80 or so rounds, Chu Wanning
was feeling a bit exhausted. He had practised his sword for half an hour before Mo Ran came, and then
he had fought Mo Ran with his blades for over 100 rounds, and was really tired.

But his eyes were bright, his heart was beating fast, and a handsome face was full of spirit and radiance.

The longer they fought, the more they fought, and the more they fought, the more they fought.

Both men pressed against each other, arms and arms shaking
Chu Wanning's arm was held so tightly by Mo Ran that his thick, gravelly, slender fingers felt like they
were going to crush him and break all his bones.

Mo Ran's bestial and conquering appetite burned up in this flesh-on-flesh fight, and with a sudden push,
he finally restrained Chu Wanning's power and then suddenly backhanded him.

Chu Wanning jolted, and before he knew it, he was firmly strangled in Mo Ran's sweaty arms.

"Still fighting," Mo Ran's laughing voice behind him, his back against Mo Ran's broad chest, his heart
pounding, the young man's chest as hot as fire, as strong as iron, like a burning rock, trying to rub his
whole body in and melt it away. Mo Ran's lips were pressed against the back of his ear and his breath
was hot, all over the back of his bare neck, and Chu Wanning, with his hair in a high bun, could feel the
horrible scent of a tiger, almost like a male scent that would tear him apart.

The violence is sticky and tangled with the sweat, wet as spring water

"Master, do you still want to fight?"

"" Chu Wanning bit her lower lip to death, her phoenix eyes crawling red.

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Shit, he's not happy about it

He was about to fight again when Mo Ran's lips came down and, as if by coincidence, brushed against
his earlobe, a rough and passionate sensation that gave him goosebumps and made Chu Wanning's hair
stand on end as he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go of me!"
Fortunately, Mo Ran was unable to discern what was causing his trembling because he was so
disoriented from the fight, and indeed, Mo Ran was unable to defend himself and could not be bothered
to notice Chu Wanning's abnormality.

Chu Wanning heard him speak in a low tone, his voice hoarse, very much like the sound of deep lust,
with some teasing light laugh: "After letting go, will Master be willing to go back to his room and change
his clothes?"

Chu Wanning's eyes reddened with anger as she said, "Let go."

His avoidance was met with a stronger, rougher grip, and Chu Wanning's arm was squeezed almost out
of place, and he gave a low, hoarse grunt as his body went limp.

The sound was too much like a bedside moan, and Mo Ran stiffened, his lower body immediately
reacting. His body was now pressed against Chu Wanning's, and he was afraid that his master would
immediately sense his hot, hard fury, and Mo Ran dared not let Chu Wanning know that he had almost
subconsciously pushed Chu Wanning away, not daring to press him from behind like that.

In this moment of letting go, Chu Wanning was able to get away, and with a fury of anger, he clutched
his arm, which had been pinched, and threw a kick back at him with real force, knocking the unprepared
Mo Ran to the ground. Mo Ran didn't expect this guy to suddenly stumble, so he was blindsided by the
kick and lay on the ground, feeling his ribs break and cringing in pain.

"Master, this is too"

It's a bit of a victory.

The second half of the sentence was left unsaid, and Mo Ran barely squinted her painfully watery eyes
as she struggled to look up at Chu Wanning.
He saw his master's midriff in disarray, his white silk bodice already wide open from the fierce struggle,
revealing a tight, smooth chest that rose and fell with his rapid breathing. Chu Wanning gasped for
breath as he pulled himself violently through his dishevelled lapels, his forehead hair dishevelled, his
temples sparse, the ends of his eyes now thinly red from the intensity of the struggle.

Chu Wanning slowly stood up straight and looked down at him from above, his chin slightly raised, his
gaze blazing with majesty and arrogance.

He calmed his breathing and said, "You lost. Being tall doesn't help."

Mo Ran cried and laughed, blood frothing from the corners of his mouth as he spoke, "I didn't lose...
even my bones were going to be broken by my master."

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""

When he said that, Chu Wanning was a bit woozy, he had been fighting so hard that he couldn't
remember if he'd finished his last kick or not, and he leaned over and pressed Mo Ran's ribs: "Where did
you kick?"

"This way."

"Does it hurt?"

""It hurts for sure, but I'm not a 15 or 16 year old boy now, so what does it look like to cry out in pain to
my master.

When Chu Wanning saw that he didn't look well, he reached for the pile of clothes and with his other
hand, he tried to lift Mo Ran up, but his strength was too much and Mo Ran was so heavy and tall that
he fell on top of him instead. He heard the man beneath him grunt in pain and sat up, not bothering to
think about it, and went to check on Mo Ran's injuries.

"Is it going to be okay?" Chu Wanning's face went white.

Mo Ran frowned and added his hand to his forehead, "You get off me first."

Luckily, it can still talk, it seems to be not crushed to death.

Chu Wanning hastily prepared to get up, but people who are off their feet, often don't get up so easily
once they fall down, their legs are actually weak and often not very stable, they don't stand and fall back
to sit down in a bit of a mess.

Chu Wanning hadn't noticed at first, but he was wearing very little more than a thin layer of silk, and the
position was so awkward that when he moved, he almost immediately felt a large, hard object pressed
against his body.

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are yall for real?

at this point you two should just make out sooner or later

sooner preferred

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Chapter 149: Master, I can't stand up

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Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran :""

Almost hastily, Chu Wanning, with strength from nowhere, sprang to her feet, her lips trembling slightly,
her face blue and white and red, as if she were extremely shocked and frightened.

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The mighty Yu Heng, the elder, actually, surprisingly, really seemed to be intimidated.

Mo Ran's heart was in turmoil and he was very uneasy. He sat up, covering his chest, which had been
kicked to the point of pain, and said cautiously, "Master."

Chu Wanning took a big step backwards as if his tail had been stepped on.

It was hard for him, even with his phoenix eyes, to keep them open.

Looks like a real shocker

Mo Ran laughed bitterly, "I'm sorry, I'm not me."

And yet I don't know what to say.

It was Chu Wanning who was in a state of shock, what am I? I'm not what Mo Ran is, how could I be
reacting?

Then came the thought of that damn ranking list with the four words on it.
Never a mundane object

Chu Wanning's whole face turned red and when he saw Mo Ran trying to say something else, he jerked
his hand up, "Stop it, you go back."

Mo Ran only thought he had upset him, so he didn't stay any longer. He endured the pain and got up,
maintaining a half-kneeling posture as he rose, and whispered, "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do
it."

"Chu Wanning looked at him with a complicated expression, as if he was thinking about many things,
but in fact he was not thinking about anything, his mind was already stuck on the words "not a
commonplace" and would not turn.

Mo Ran left and Chu Wanning stood in the same place for a long time.

The thin hairs of sweat on his arms stood up and his whole body looked a little dull and confused.

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Suddenly, he remembered that a long time ago, when they went to Jin Chengchi to seek a sword, Mo
Ran accidentally fell during the hot spring and touched himself by mistake, but the time of contact was
so short that Chu Wanning was not sure if he felt wrong. It was not an illusion.

Although he knew it was normal for men to be aroused by what they saw in front of them, Chu Wanning
didn't find himself attractive.

What is there to see here.

Confused, but the goosebumpy touch between my legs would not go away, so vivid and hideous was it,
even through my clothes.

In the midst of all the tedious and confusing thoughts, a sudden thought came to him at an inopportune
moment.

He couldn't help thinking that if such a flood of beasts were to come out of their cages, who would be
able to stand it

Chu Wanning gritted his back teeth sombrely, but the flush on his face was hard to dissipate and the
contents of his phoenix eyes were confused and messy.

Like a fever, wracked with hot fire.

After standing outside for a long time before returning to the room, Chu Wanning removed the bun, bit
the hairband between her lips and teeth, raised her hand to re-gather her long hair and tied it tightly in
a ponytail.

He sighed with relief and raised his eyes to look at himself in the bronze mirror.

The phoenix eyes are narrow, and when they are not smiling there is always something imposing and
ruthless about them that is not pleasing to the eye.

The bridge of the nose is not too high, softly curved and not too vividly contoured to be pleasing to the
eye.

Mouth
Never mind, the mouth is as thin, coldly coloured and warmless as the words that would come out of it,
and certainly unappealing.

Who knows what kind of madness Mo Ran has gotten into to be that eager.

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Chu Wanning had always been extremely conservative and stereotypical about love affairs, and knew
very little about them, and even touching a book like that would make his fingers dirty.

It's just that.

After all, the male body doesn't always respond to lust, Yu Heng said, and perhaps it was just a
coincidence.

The next day, Xue Zhengyong and Lady Wang stood in front of the mountain gate early, waiting for the
other three men to arrive for the meeting. The first to arrive was Xue Meng, who usually wore the soft
blue and silver armour of the top of death and life and always looked sharp.

But today he wore a flowing and stately ceremonial robe, and his hair was simply combed, with only a
jasper hairpin, so his whole aura was somewhat different.

Seeing his parents, he was surprisingly a little embarrassed and tugged at the corner of his sleeve before
saying, "Father, Mother."

Xue Zhengyong couldn't help but exclaim, " Xue Meng is so pretty, she is just like your mother."

Lady Wang dropped her beautiful eyes, about to blush a little at being complimented in this way by her
husband.
She beckoned to Xue Meng and said, "Come, Xue Meng, come here."

When Xue Meng stood in front of her, she tilted her head and looked at him for a moment, her eyes
seemingly filled with the passage of time, and after a long time, she sighed softly: "This dress suits you, it
makes your skin look white, very nice."

Xue Meng then laughed: "It's not because my mother was born well."

"You're just as poor-mouthed as your father." Mrs. Wang said, a little emotional, "It's been more than
twenty years now."

Xue Meng seemed to anticipate what she was going to say next and suddenly her smile faltered and she
took a half step back.

But what's the point of this half-step, it still doesn't escape my mother's chanting.

As expected, the next moment Madame Wang took him by the hand and said, "Xue Meng, today we are
going to the School of Confucianism to congratulate the son of Nangong.

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"Mother, I don't want to have a family yet I don't like anyone," Xue Meng cooed.

"Mother knows that you don't have anyone you like, so this time, you have to keep an eye out for girls
from other families. You don't have to be rich and beautiful, as long as she's nice and you like her, then
I'm sure I'll make good arrangements for you and find someone to match you."

Xue Meng's face reddens: "How can Mother think of matchmaking when there's not even the first
word?"
"Mother just mentioned it too."

"But I don't see anyone, Mother, just say Upper Fairy World, all the women we've seen are not as good
looking as me, if I marry them, I'll be at a disadvantage. Xue Meng's head shook like a rattle and
suddenly she had an idea and said, "Besides, why are you only pushing me, Mo Ran is a year older than
me, why don't you worry about him and my master?"

"Yu Heng, the elder, is a man of what realm, and you are compared to him? I can't even tie you to the
wedding."

Xue Zhengyong, however, pondered for a while and said, "But I think Xue Meng has a good point, and
last time I mentioned the daoist couple to Yu Heng."

"Ah" Xue Meng was surprised to hear this, "Father you mentioned such things to the Master and he
didn't turn against you"

"Flipped out." Xue Zhengyong smiled bitterly, "Threw me out."

Madame Wang: ""

Xue Meng laughed loudly, "I told you, my master is a Taoist deity, not a god, but a heavenly deity.

Xue Zhengyong sighed, obviously still reluctant, and was about to argue further with her son when
suddenly Madam Wang covered her mouth with her sleeve and whispered, "Husband, no more talk,
Elder Yu Heng is here."

In the morning mist, Chu Wanning walks slowly on the wet stone floor, his robe wide and his sleeves
fluttering.
He was wearing a robe of embroidered heliotrope, the body of the robe was a proper moon white
colour, the edge of the robe was embossed with gold threads, which faintly flowed in the sunlight as he
moved with his steps, and his hair was bound with a white jade hairpin, the end of which was inlaid with
a plum blossom carved from a ruby.

At that moment, Xue Zhengyong was suddenly a little powerless, his mouth opened and closed.

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Xue Meng was right, he thought.

What kind of woman must be next to such a man, so that his glory is not obliterated and his aura is not
overshadowed?

The God of Heaven walked to the mortal world, stood in front of the mountain gate, frowned and
looked at Xue Zhengyong for a moment.

"Your Holiness."

"Haha, Yu Heng ah, the clothes fit quite well."

Chu Wanning raised his hand and an intricately threaded and shaped incense bag waved in mid-air as he
said, "This one, which came with the ceremonial robe, is not quite the same as the usual ones."

"Ah, that's according to Linyi's rope art, why?"

The Daoist Master of the Heavenly Gods, who stands tall and unrivalled, frowned slightly on his sword as
he said, "It's too difficult, I can't tie it, please enlighten me, Your Holiness."
Xue Zhengyong :""

He taught Chu Wanning three times, but Chu Wanning still could not get around the knot, so he simply
gave up. Xue Meng could not stand it and volunteered to help his master tie the incense bag.

Xue Zhengyong was beside himself again, thinking, "My God, wouldn't such a man really end up dying
without a partner, unable to take care of himself?

After a while, Mo Ran arrived, not looking well, he had been kicked too hard by Chu Wanning yesterday
and was too embarrassed to seek medical attention, people would surely ask him who had kicked him
and he couldn't say he had been kicked for flirting with Elder Yu Heng

I had to meditate on my own to heal, and it was only now that I was finally feeling better and not so sore
in my chest that I could hardly breathe.

But then he saw Chu Wanning, standing beside Xue Zhengyong, quietly waiting for him. The man was
dressed in a formal suit of moon white embroidered with gold silk, his collar pressed high, a handsome
man who was both ascetic and dignified.

Mo Ran's chest felt like it was moving, and the breath that had been straightened out seemed to go off
again, and she couldn't catch her breath again.

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"Ahem."

It was killing him, he liked a man he could never like and he vowed never to touch again.
The old ghost, reborn in two lives, is really like a young man in his early twenties, young and impulsive,
hot-blooded, and will feel that the world is in turmoil and the wind is rising just because of a look from
the person he loves, a change of clothes, from then on, happiness is related to him, sadness is related to
him, heartbeat is related to him, breath is related to him, even the moonlight shining into the window,
an ant walking alone in the moonlight, the vein that attracts the ant The pistil that attracts the ant is all
related to that person.

He felt tormented and suffocated in such fondness.

For every flower and leaf is his, but he cannot get it and cannot pluck it.

Shit, the earth is making things difficult for him at every turn.

Leaving the affairs of the sect in the hands of the elder Greedy Wolf, Xue Zhengyong took the invitation
and set off with his wife and son.

When Chu Wanning travels, he always takes a carriage as long as he is not in a hurry, and this time was
no exception. The group took a leisurely journey along the official road to Linyi, playing with the
mountains and helping to get rid of the small demons and monsters they encountered along the way.

It took them about ten days to reach Dai City.

Xue Zhengyong took Madame Wang to buy rouge first, but Xue Meng was too tired to follow them, so
she and Chu Wanning found a tea stall and waited for their parents to return.

When they return to their old haunts, all three of them are a little emotional.

Xue Meng said, "It's a pity Shi Mei is not here, otherwise it would be exactly the same as six years ago
when we were seeking the sword and we could still go to the top of Xuyin Mountain for some fun."
Mo Ran laughed, "You're not afraid that the fake Gouchen will still be there, see you coming and drag
you into the bottom of the lake to catch up."

Speaking of fake Gouchen, Chu Wanning frowned: "He doesn't seem to have done anything in the last
five years."

Mo Ran said, "I don't know, there's been a few big messes, all unsolved, with Shenwu, I suspect him but
there's no proof."

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Xue Meng played with the cup in his hand, looked at Mo Ran and said, "I don't think those unsolved
cases have anything to do with him. Think about it, a few years ago he went to great lengths to find the
essence spirit body, and since you are the wood spirit essence, he whisked you away to harm you, so he
should be looking for a person, not a weapon."

Chu Wanning mused, "But there has been no continuous disappearance of living people in those five
years."

Mo Ran raised his hand on his cheek and said, "I didn't encounter any sieges or traps either. But it could
be that I've been moving around a lot in the last five years and he doesn't know where I am."

The three of them were silent and thoughtful until the lady brought their tea and dried fruit, then Xue
Meng scratched her head and said, "Do you think he did too much bad deeds and burned himself to
death?"

""

"Don't look at me like that, don't all evil spells usually tend to backfire or something." Xue Meng cooed,
"Why else would he not have made any big moves after five years"
Mo Ran suddenly said, "There is one possibility."

"What."

"You see, the Master hasn't done anything in the last five years either."

Mo Ran was only halfway through his sentence when Xue Meng hit him with his chopsticks: "What do
you mean? You suspect that the fake Gouchen is the master."

"Can you wait for me to finish." Mo Ran said helplessly, "I'm using an analogy, I'm thinking that if those
Shenwu thefts are not related to the fake Gouchen, then he really hasn't done anything significant in
five years. So is it possible that he was like the Master, that for some reason, like being injured or
something, he had to stay somewhere and couldn't come out."

As he spoke, something suddenly occurred to him and he was suddenly struck.

"Master."

"What"

Mo Ran shook her head first, as if not believing this thought of hers, but hesitated for a moment before
mumbling out four words, " Master Huai Zui"

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In those five years, the other masters didn't know it, but apparently there was one man who, like Chu
Wanning, was stuck in the red lotus watering hole and never left.
Maestro Huai Zui.

Mo Ran did not know what kind of feelings Master Chu had for Huai Zui, so he did not dare to take the
risk.

Chu Wanning said, "Don't think about it, it can't be him."

He said this lightly, but without any hesitation.

Mo Ran nodded immediately, and since Chu Wanning was reluctant to talk about his youthful studies
under Huai Zui, he would not be forced to ask more questions.

He then continued to ponder, "So, are there any other masters that have never shown up in five years"

"Jiang Xi, the head of Lonely Moonlit." Xue Meng said, "At the Lingshan Mountain conference, all the
leaders were present, except for him, who claimed to be sick and rarely showed up."

Mo Ran laughed: "That's your mother's brother, isn't it? You suspect him."

Chu Wanning said, "Jiang Xi thought highly of himself and was never willing to let Lonely Moonlit fall
under the Confucianism School, so since Nan Gongliu became the head of the Ten Schools, he has not
gone to any meetings, and not just these five years. "

"Then there's nothing." Xue Meng said, "Alas, forget it, let's not think about it, there are so few clues, it
hurts my brain to think about it."

It was late and the five of them were ready to find a place to stay in Dai City.
Xue Meng said, "I know an inn that is particularly nice and has hot spring pools to soak in."

Mo Ran :""

He knew with his toes which house Xue Meng was talking about, the one they had stayed at as
teenagers.

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He also fell head over heels into Chu Wanning's arms during a spa day

He coughed lightly at the thought and silently turned his face away, not wanting the subtle blush and
anticipation in his eyes to be noticed, but his heart was beating uncontrollably fast.

Xue Meng is a man who always exaggerates a bit. He is so desperate to praise what he likes that he can't
even see the stains, and he is so desperate to step on what he doesn't like that he won't give it a chance
to turn around. What do you think?"

Mo Ran coughed twice more, not daring to look directly at his uncle: "It's not bad."

"Then let's go and live." Xue Zhengyong clapped his hands on it. Mo Ran's palms then sweat, her
fingertips curling slightly from the stirring inside her.

He bowed his head and gave a seemingly tame and gentle "mmm". But in his mind he was wondering if
he could take a bath with his master again, just like he had done back then.

He couldn't help but recall Chu Wanning's long, handsome body in the watery haze, its lines harsh and
taut and full of invasive tension.
But can he really hold back if he's actually in the bath with Chu Wanning in a steamy haze?

After discussing where to go, everyone else had already gotten up, and Xue Meng, having finished the
peanuts in his hand, also patted the crumbs and stood up, turning his head to look at his cousin who was
still sitting in the same place, looking a bit puzzled.

"What's wrong, let's go."

Mo Ran's expression was a little subtle, and I don't know if it was the sunset, but his handsome face
seemed a little flushed.

He reached out and poured himself another cup of tea, insisting that he refused to stand up but
continued to sit somewhat awkwardly, coughing lightly a few times and saying, "It's a waste to order so
much and not even finish it, you guys go first, I know the way, I'll come over after I finish my tea."

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Chapter 150: The Master and I Change Rooms

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The town was famous for its Xuyin Mountain, but after the fake Gouchen incident, the weapons of Jin
Chengchi were destroyed and the town fell into disrepair.

However, the inn with the hot spring pool where the master and his disciples stayed together is still alive
and well, and has been restored to its former glory by the arrival of guests from the School of
Confucianism to celebrate the wedding of Prince Nangong, who stayed in Dai City first.

Xue Zhengyong lifted the bamboo curtain and stepped into the lobby: "Boss, let's stay here!"

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"Four people?"

Before Xue Zhengyong could answer, he heard a low voice behind him say, "No, five."
It turned out that Mo Ran was in a hurry and had followed him just at that moment.

Xue Meng was a little surprised to see him, "So soon?"

Mo Ran first froze, then his face darkened, secretly exasperated, are you slow to dissipate? Sitting in
front of the tea stall reciting a few lines of the Qing Xin Mantra thing.

But he knew that what Xue Meng said was not the same thing as what he thought, so he could not be
angry, and he nodded rather subtlety.

"You swallowed all the melon seeds without spitting out the shells, didn't you?"

Mo Ran: "......"

"How many rooms would you like for five people?"

Xue Zhengyong said, "My wife and I will have one room, and we will have three other good rooms,
making a total of four rooms."

Mo Ran listened to his uncle make this arrangement, his face was quiet and silent, but his heart was
vaguely a bit agitated, he actually secretly wished that the conversation with the year could be repeated
again, the boss told them that they were full, they had to squeeze in, so that he would ......

He still couldn't do anything, but if he could be alone in a room with Chu Wanning, he felt hot inside, a
little uneasy and excited, the blood of the wolves and tigers still flowing in his veins.
But coincidences don't happen that often, and this time the shopkeeper said happily, "Yes, four upper
rooms!" He turned over to the cupboard and fetched the key, yelling in a long voice, "Second floor, sir,
please..."

Mo Ran gave him a silent look, with some gloom in his eyes.

Stupid thing, he thought, so happy to have four rooms? What's so happy about it! What's so happy
about it! What's so happy about making more money!

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" Mo Ran, what are you doing pinching the table top of someone's counter?"

"......" Mo Ran withdrew his hand without moving and smiled faintly. The plate was already cracked a
few times where he had pinched it face down, and he was afraid it would have to break with any more
force, "It's nothing."

After taking the key from Xue Zhengyong and going upstairs, Mo Ran stood in front of the room she
belonged to and was suddenly stunned.

Turning his head, he saw Chu Wanning looking at him too.

"You live in this one?"

"Well ...... yeah." Mo Ran hesitated for a moment, first dropping her eyelashes, then still unable to resist
raising her eyes, her dark eyes looking into Chu Wanning's face, "Master remembers?"

"What does ...... remember?"

Mo Ran pointed to the door of his room and said, "When we came to seek the sword, the Master was
staying in this very room."

"......"

Mo Ran looked at him cautiously, her voice stoic but unable to hide the faint anticipation, "Master, do
you remember?"

Chu Wanning thought to himself, "How could I not remember?

Walking up this level, the past picks up the steps and creaks along with the old staircase in disrepair,
carrying the smell of decaying wood soaked with age, slowly rising up.

He could almost see the teenager Mo Ran pushing open the door with a cynical look on his face and
grinning at himself, the pear swirls very shallow and the years very deep.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Mo Ran seemed a little disappointed, lowered her gaze and
said, "Or maybe I misremembered and got confused ......"

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Mo Ran looked up abruptly.

Chu Wanning looked at him and smiled seemingly lightly, "You remember correctly, it's this one."
The words were like a spark that ignited the darkness in Mo Ran's eyes, and the corners of Mo Ran's
mouth gradually rubbed together in a sweet smile, as if she had eaten a delicious candy, and pointed to
Chu Wanning's room today and said, "And ah, the room that Master is living in today is the one I used to
live in."

He was delighted with the frankness of what he said.

Chu Wanning, however, was a little embarrassed by this and stopped laughing, huffing, "I can't
remember this one."

He pushed his way into the house, leaving Mo Ran outside.

"............"

Umm...what had he done wrong to upset him again?

It was night, Mo Ran did not dare to go to the bathhouse to take a dip in the hot spring, there are some
things that he is not afraid of, he feels that he is now close to the threshold of desire, Chu Wanning if he
is given a little more spring, he does not know if he can still resist being a gentleman and not to pick this
high mountain flower.

As he lay in bed with his head on his arm, he became bored and began to think about how he would get
on with Chu Wanning.

He was a not very bright man who felt that Chu Wanning was like a big white cat. He wanted to be nice
to Chu Wanning and to take care of the snowy white cat, but he always jerked his fur twice in return for
a paw from the white cat, as if he was not as comfortable or as good as he wanted to be.
He felt guilty, but he really didn't know where to touch the cat and where not to touch it. He was like a
new cat owner who knew nothing about anything and would just put the white cat in his palm and lick
its fur.

Then in return there was a roar, and another slap.

Mo Ran rolled over and blinked, very depressed.

Suddenly it occurred to me that the layout of this inn was such that the beds in the next room and my
own should only be next to each other on a plank wall.

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As soon as this thought occurred, Mo Ran was even more unable to sleep and his mouth felt a little dry.

Has Chu Wanning been to the shower yet? Or are you just about to go?

But not much movement was heard in his room ...... If Chu Wanning wasn't going to take a bath either,
then wouldn't he have been lying down by this time? So they are now, in fact, so close together that
without the thin wooden partition that separates them, they would actually be lying together ......

Lying together. The thought made the young man's blood blaze, flowing dangerously like a shallow
sleepy volcano, only without spurting.

He couldn't resist sleeping further in, close to the wall panels, which were ultimately different from
those made of rammed wood and clay, the planks being so thin, only three fingers wide at most.

Mo Ran thought, Chu Wanning lying just three feet wide from himself, undressed, or wearing only a thin
blouse ...... He closed his eyes, his throat swallowed, and he felt his heart burning, burning all over his
body, to the corners of his eyes, which he did not open, but if he had opened them, there must have
been blood in them, a flush of red.

Ah, and then he jolted back to something else - something so exciting that his whole body tensed
frightfully, blood rushing down his lower back.

He once, masturbated in the same bed where Chu Wanning slept.

Mo Ran's scalp tingles at the memory of the incident, so damp, sinful and sweet. He remembered the
year he took a dip in the hot springs and accidentally fell into Chu Wanning's arms, and how the hot
sensation wouldn't go away, so he could only grind himself down, his forehead against the wall, and just
let his love out ......

Mo Ran opened his eyes slightly, halfway, and they were dark, deep black like rock, yet with crimson
molten lava surging beneath that rock. Once more he pressed his forehead against the wall.

My heart felt like it was going to burst, how could I have been so stupid back then, when it was so bright
with desire and love, how could ...... not have noticed it ......

He pressed one hand against the wall and pressed on, but couldn't really hold it down.

He thought that when he was not in love, he could vent his feelings about Chu Wanning with impunity,
but when he was in love, he was doomed for the rest of his life to be unable to seek out the person who
was just a wall away from him.

It was too torturous for a young flesh of blood to bear the desire, his nose was pressed against the wall,
his hot body was clinging to that single wall as much as possible, his thoughts were confused, his eyes
were lost, he even had a vague illusion in the growing tide of lush love.
It was as if Chu Wanning's breath, the shadowy scent of begonias on Chu Wanning's body, had seeped
through the cracks in the woodwork and into his bed, wrapping itself around him.

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The smell of Chu Wanning is seducing him, taking pity on him.

Seduce his animal/lust and pity his humanity.

Seduce him with lust/fire and pity him for begging for it.

Mo Ran frowned in pain at such seduction and pity, his hand braced against the wall, his bones well
defined and his veins jutting out one by one.

Contrary to his violent look, it was his almost whimpering plea as he murmured, " Chu Wanning ......
Wangning ......"

He did not know that on the other side of the wall, Chu Wanning did not dare to bathe in the hot tub
either, but he had, as Mo Ran thought, already laid down, thinking of him and longing for him.

In their previous lives, their misunderstanding was so deep that they were strangers, separated from
each other by a great abyss. So in this life, they poured out their blood and filled the abyss into a sea of
blood, swimming towards each other, but because of a barrier, they could not see the raging tide of
each other's love, and could only let their own love flood in alone.

But they were clearly already so close.

So close that Mo Ran seemed to hear Chu Wanning's heartbeat, and Chu Wanning, as if he heard Mo
Ran's breath.
"Knock, knock, knock!"

Mo Ran was startled and said, "Who is it?"

As he shouted, Chu Wanning next door was startled, and then realised that Mo Ran was literally sleeping
against the wall, so close to him that the low, hoarse voice seemed to have been shouted right next to
his pillow.

"......" Chu Wanning couldn't help but squeeze her ten fingers tighter and open her phoenix eyes in the
pitch black.

"Me, Xue Meng." The man outside said, "My mother said she had left my luggage with yours, so open
the door, really, I'm waiting for the bath."

It's not a good thing to eavesdrop, of course, but Chu Wanning thought to himself, "I'm not
eavesdropping, it's the thin boards, the poor soundproofing of the room and the loud yelling of Xue
Meng.

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Anyway, he wasn't going to listen.

With this in mind, Chu Wanning wrapped himself in the blanket and leaned further into the wall.

There was a creaking of the bed next door, and after a while the door opened and Xue Meng's voice
rang out again, "Hey, why are you already asleep? So early?"

"I'm sleepy." Mo Ran choked, "Hurry up, you woke me up in the middle of a nap, get your clothes and go
go go go."
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Xue Meng paused, her voice taking on a hint of suspicion, "You left the
bolt down so early, you're bored inside and won't come out, you're in a hurry to talk to you, you're not
in ...... a hurry."

What is it doing?

Chu Wanning's eyes widened as he thought of his physical encounter with Mo Ran at the lotus pond, a
young man with an excessive heat and exuberance that seemed to kill him when he was ready to strike.

How much boiling lava could a young man in his early twenties, who didn't practice abstinence like he
did, have hidden inside his body? How often is the normal time to let it out? Chu Wanning doesn't know
any of this, he's been in the closet for so long he doesn't understand.

Now, he kind of wants to know, but he's in the way and can't let his pride get in the way.

He was such an arrogant man, who could he ask such a question to? I can't just pull in a disciple and say,
"Excuse me, I'd like to ask how many days should an ordinary, strong man relieve himself?"

...... is too sick for words when you think about it.

Of course, there are books of this kind on the top of death and life that are related to double love, but
each book needs to be registered and Chu Wanning could not imagine the following words in the loan
book.

The Legend of the Lords on the Couch, The Sea of Desire

Borrower, Yu Heng elder Chu Wanning.

...... kill him and forget it.

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As he was thinking, he heard Mo Ran next door say in a low voice, "What are you looking at?

Xue Meng froze for a moment, "Where did I see you?"

Mo Ran: "......"

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Xue Meng looked at her cousin's face for half a day, and then suddenly realized that she had a taste for
it, so she was furious and shouted: "What are you thinking about? I was going to say before, you closed
the door and left it locked, you don't think the bathhouse downstairs is too crowded, you want to take a
shower in your room, you are full of nasty thoughts! And you blame me for it!"

In the next room Chu Wanning's face darkened.

Full of nasty thoughts ......

Xue Meng exhaled heavily and stared up and down at Mo Ran before saying, "I hadn't even thought of
that, but now you've reminded me that you weren't really..."

"...... Aren't you taking a shower? So many words!"

"No, I suddenly feel that you are a very suspicious person." Seeing that the other party's tone was so
unpleasant and his dark eyes were bursting with fire, Xue Meng felt more and more wrong. Seeing that
the other party's tone was so unkind and his dark eyes were bursting with fire, Xue Meng felt more and
more wrong, "When you were just a young man, you were always running around in the youth houses,
and all these years you have been walking around, but you don't even have a half-hearted affair, why
have you suddenly changed your nature?"

"......" Mo Ran seemed a little silent and Chu Wanning waited in this silence, wondering how Mo Ran
would answer.

The longer the silence lasted, the more agitated he became. Why not say anything? Embarrassment?
Regret? Or is it ......

"You really want to know, don't you?"

Mo Ran opened his mouth, and the anger in his voice was clear.

How dare you have the face to be angry.

Chu Wanning tsked in his heart, thinking that Xue Meng had asked a reasonable question, and that there
was no reason to be upset and cover up just because someone had dug you up...

Before I could finish thinking about the last cover, I heard Mo Ran say, "Tired of fucking, had enough of
fucking, don't feel like it. Okay, you can fuck off."

Chu Wanning: ".................."

Xue Meng: ".................."

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After a long, dead silence, Xue Meng erupted with a roar that could be heard throughout the inn: " Mo
Weiyu, you shameless dog! Bastard!!!"

"Fine, whatever you say, get out, get out, and don't disturb my fucking sleep."

"Don't touch me you! Nasty!"

"Where am I being obnoxious?"

"You..." Xue Meng stammered, his handsome face flushed red, he had wanted to make Mo Ran feel
uncomfortable, but who would have thought that Mo Ran would shamelessly turn the tables on him, he
couldn't help but remember that he was in his twenties. The year is old, Nangong Si is married to the
first beauty in Xianxia, the fourth son of Jiangdong Court is already the father of three children, Kunlun
Snow Walk Palace that Mei Hanxue ......

Mei Hanxue has not yet died of philodendron.

Xue Meng feels aggrieved that she is the only one who is still an untouched child.

It wasn't that he was lustful, he wasn't lustful at all, but he felt he was being outclassed by Mo Ran in
that respect, by more than ten or eight blocks, and that was why he was so angry. If Mo Ran had
avoided mentioning it, if he had been ashamed of it, then Xue Meng would have been in a different
frame of mind, but Mo Ran had thrown him a sentence with a look of contempt and impatience -

"Tired of fucking, had enough of fucking."

Little Xue young master feels he can't handle it and his self-esteem has taken a hit.
He went "you, you, you" for a long time, and finally yelled at Mo Ran in annoyance, "You're just
annoying anyway, you're not human!"

With that he slammed the door and left.

Chu Wanning was also a bit choked up, although he was calmer than Xue Meng and could hear Mo Ran's
angry words that were intended to bully Xue Meng, but he couldn't help but feel the tidal wave inside
him.

The man next door was too rude with his words, the low bellowing voice like a lion in the jungle with its
muscles tangled and breath exploding, the low roar and the rough words in one, like a thick, hot poker
of fire, stabbing him violently in the heart.

Chu Wanning's throat was gathering and his gaze was again sombre and flickering.

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He knew that Mo Ran was not as pure as Xue Meng, but the old Mo Ran was not enough to make him
think about it, to picture it in his mind.

But at the moment, Chu Wanning couldn't help but think of the hot, fluid, smoky, firm bodies he'd seen,
the flirty, white, luscious teenagers he'd lusted after, the fine white faces he'd shrugged on.

He then felt angry again, and his heart was like a feather scratching.

In such irritation and longing, the ends of Chu Wanning's eyes burned slightly red, a touch of begonia in
the dark ......

Xue Meng went and came back.

"Open the door!"

"What's wrong with ...... again?"

"Just arguing with you! Where are my clothes!"

"Where's the table to get it yourself."

"Hmph!" Xue Meng then hugs her clothes and walks away in a huff.

This time it was finally quiet, Chu Wanning heard Mo Ran's heavy footsteps and then the creaking
muffled sound of the bed, and this time he could literally hear the man next door lying back in bed, and
he even seemed to feel the bed shake, supporting the mountainous, fiery form.

He felt thirsty and wanted to get up and have a glass of water.

But he heard Mo Ran lie down, and he knew that if he got up, the man must hear the movement over
here too, so he didn't move, like a tannic rock with a cold exterior and a colourful interior.

Next door, Mo Ran is actually a little upset.

A man who is in need of more than he can handle is always irritable, and Xue Meng has chosen this
moment to disturb him, so he can't control his voice, and I don't know if Chu Wanning heard him.

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If you didn't sleep, you must have heard it ......

He lay in bed, the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it, tossing back and forth, and Chu
Wanning was just a wall away listening to his creaking and rattling, sharing in his agitation.

After a while, Chu Wanning heard Mo Ran's low voice: "Master ......"

"!"

After all, Mo Ran couldn't rest. He couldn't hold his anger and tried to call Chu Wanning to see if Chu
Wanning would respond.

"Master, are you asleep?"

"......"

"Can you hear me?"

Chu Wanning, his heart beating like a drum, felt a little embarrassed that his heart was beating so loudly,
so he pulled the covers quietly over his head, trying to cover, with a layer of quilts, the heartbeat that
was actually otherwise inaudible to the other person.

"The Master ......"

But the sound of Mo Ran's voice was close at hand, as if they were lying in the same bed, and if Chu
Wanning lifted the bedding, he could see Mo Ran's handsome face and naked chest, looking at him from
his side, his dark, burning eyes, staring at him like a wolf, hungry for blood, wanting to devour him.
"Can you hear me?"

Chu Wanning was determined not to hear, and naturally he knew that Mo Ran was asking because he
hoped he hadn't heard.

Otherwise it will be awkward for both of them when they meet tomorrow morning.

The other party called out to him several more times in a deep voice, and when Chu Wanning didn't
move, he sighed softly. Mo Ran really thought Chu Wanning had fallen asleep and was relieved, but also
felt some regret.

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He wanted Chu Wanning to pay attention to him.

But Chu Wanning ignored him, so he could only caress the thin wall that separated them, first with his
rough fingers, closing his eyes as if he were caressing Chu Wanning's chest, then with his hot lips,
murmuring softly as if he were murmuring against Chu Wanning's lips.

Mo Ran said, "None of that ...... I just want you ......"

But the sound was so soft that Chu Wanning did not hear it, and he wrapped himself in his bedding jerk,
his face and heart burning, and after a while he heard a hard creak from the next bed, as if the person
lying on it was agitated and rolled over angrily.

He said, "Fuck!"

Chu Wanning suddenly had an animal-like sensitivity, a premonition that he might hear something, and
for a moment he felt the sweat rise and wanted to plug his ears. But only the tips of his fingers twitched
and they dropped.
His eyes were blankly open under the covers, and after a while he heard ......

He heard Mo Ran's low, ragged gasp outside the covers, a rhythmic gasp, violent and violent, and Chu
Wanning's arms rose in goose bumps, his spine feeling tingly and soft at such a sound.

Mo Ran's gasp was so sensual, so sinful, choked in his throat, repressed and spirited, what could he not
understand when he heard such a sound.

Chu Wanning closes his eyes, feeling breathless, his lips slightly open and trembling.

He thought of the wet dreams he had had so many times, dreams in which he had seen all of Mo Ran's
body, naked. So he closed his eyes, but he pictured more clearly the scene outside the covers. He felt
Mo Ran beside him, stretching his majestic, toned body on his back, Mo Ran's dark eyes narrowed with a
misty shimmer ......

(cart driving by, move to the huddle)

After his release, his eyes were a blur and Chu Wanning had no idea how he had fallen into the sticky
web of love, he had no strength and lay on his back on the duvet with his eyes dazed and panting low.

He is repulsed by desire.

But yet, they are willing to sink into love.

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When desire and love are intertwined, eroticism seems less unacceptable. And so, like Yuliang Village's
self-indulgent outburst, it finally became less so. He still felt shame, but it was extinguished by the
wetness of his heart, swallowed up by comfort and excitement.
Suddenly so eager, longing for the wooden wall to disappear, Mo Ran, equally sweaty, leaned over,
undulating his hot chest against his back, panting, kissing his shoulder, his neck.

Chu Wanning lay bewildered and disconnected, thinking that if this was the case, then it was all, well,
complete.

That would be enough for him.

The next day, Mo Ran got up early.

This being Linyi, Chu Wanning was not accustomed to the taste of dishes, and there were no light dishes
in the inn, so he went to the Western Market to buy some ingredients and was going to borrow a
kitchen to cook something for his master himself.

In this world, there are some men who can use all kinds of tricks to chase someone, even a full breakfast
is not too much, but as soon as they see that they can't chase someone, they immediately stop and turn
away, there are so many beauties in the world, they won't spend more than half a thought on an
impossible target.

But Mo Ran is different.

It took him two lifetimes to chase Shi Mei.

Now that he understands his own feelings and knows that he will never be more than a master and
disciple to Chu Wanning again in his life, he is still willing to be kind to him, day in and day out.

The fact that he knew that he could not do anything but did it has never changed in life or in death.
"Sir, you're out buying vegetables so early, look at these radishes, want to buy some? They're so fresh."

"My lord, look at the ornaments here, the bracelets and necklaces, the head flowers and hairpins,
everything, the workmanship is excellent."

"Come one, come all, look at it, all kinds of spirit stones, essential for hardening weapons, come on -"

Mo Ran had intended to buy his groceries and leave, but he passed a grocery shop with a basket full of
vegetables and saw on the counter, a pile of pretty bits and pieces of small objects. His eyes were drawn
to one of these items and without realising it, he walked over to it and stopped at the counter.

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There was also a man standing there, wearing a hood, surveying the wide array of merchandise.

The man raised his hand, under his black sleeve robe, revealing extremely pale, extremely delicate and
beautiful five fingers, because of these five watery onion-like fingers, Mo Ran noticed the man.

Looking at the size, he had thought it was a man, but then he saw the hands and thought it was a
woman.

So he turned his head, curiously enough, to examine the face of the man, but saw only a black veil over
his face, revealing only a pair of cold, clear eyes, which were hidden in the shadow of the wide hood of
his cloak, and not so clearly visible.

The two men locked eyes and Mo Ran gave him his customary smile.

The man withdrew his hand, which had been about to touch a spirit stone in front of the stall, and Mo
Ran's eyes caught a glimpse of a finger ring on his thumb.
Silvery serpentine with scaly armour.

He suddenly felt that the snake pattern on the ring looked familiar, and when he was about to look more
closely, the man had already withdrawn his hand into his wide sleeve, and he gave Mo Ran a salty glance
before turning away without a word.

"What a strange man ......" Mo Ran muttered. But with the Confucianism School's son's wedding
invitations going out, it's true that Linyi has been getting all the weird and wonderful characters lately,
and this one, covered in a cloak, is really nothing.

At that moment, Mo Ran heard the wind chime at the back door of the shop, the curtain fell and the
owner's wife emerged from inside.

Mo Ran then put the matter of the man in black to the back of his mind, smiled and pointed to one of
the spirit weapons and asked, "Boss lady, this one, how can I sell it?"

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The proprietress had just released the bolt and yawned as she stretched lazily, ready to do her business.
She was sleepy-eyed when she suddenly saw a tall, handsome man standing in front of her shop in the
bright morning light, clearly in a dignified, pine like posture, deserving of a sword and a knife, walking
through the market in a cold and clear manner, ignoring no one.

But this handsome man was smiling, his cheeks were lightly swirled and his eyelashes were thick and
gentle.

In his arms, he also carried a bamboo basket, not with spirit stones or spell scrolls, but with a basket of
fresh fruits and vegetables, apples red, radishes white and fat, lettuce green and verdant leaves poking
out, the dew on them crystal clear.

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against his handsome face.

The owner's half-hearted yawn froze in place, and she stared blankly at the sight before her of irony and
tenderness at the same time, blinking her eyes, unable to return to her senses for half a day.

"Boss Lady"

"Hey Hey, What Does Your Mightiness Want"

"This is it." Mo Ran picked up a pair of light red crystal pendants, "How do I sell them"

"This pair of pendants is made of the finest dragon blood crystal, carved by the craftsmen of the Kunlun
Palace.

The owner smiled when she said, "Your Mightiness, since you're looking for a pair, you'll want to have
one with your daoist couple. If you buy the pendants, you'll be able to wear them separately, so that you
can have fun with them when you're practising together."

Mo Ran originally bought the pendant because she thought that dragon blood crystals were good for
warming up a cold body, and that Chu Wanning would wear it to keep the cold away in winter.

But at the owner's words, I was moved to think of Chu Wanning with a pendant around her neck,
dripping red from its owner's excessive body heat, like a bead of blood quivering on the tip of a knife.

He coughed softly, "Just this one, wrap it up for me."

After returning to the inn, he put down his miscellaneous things and fished the small paper bag wrapped
in dragon blood crystals out of his lapel, where the teardrop-shaped pendants lying there had turned
red from his body heat. and hung the other one around his neck.
Having done so, he straightened his lapel to ensure that the pendant would not show before picking up
the remaining one and rewrapping it.

He touched his lapel and felt his heart beat a little faster. He had experienced all sorts of ridiculous
things in his previous life, but now he was in a panic over this little private secret hidden under his
clothes.

"For me."

During the meal, Xue Meng holds the sword spike given to him by Mo Ran with a ghostly look on his
face.

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"What are you giving me this for? You're not trying to make amends with me for yesterday, are you?"

When it came to last night's incident, Mo Ran, unaware that Chu Wanning was awake, was quite calm
and didn't move a muscle.

It was Chu Wanning who was a bit overwhelmed, picking up the cup of tea in front of him and taking
several sips of the herbal tea in a disguised manner before he could gather his composure.

Mo Ran laughed with Xue Meng, "What are you thinking? You're the one who messed with me first. I
thought it looked good, so I bought it for you to wear."

After a pause, he added, "It's rare to come out together, so you always have to buy something. I bought
them for my master and aunts and uncles too, they're all little knick-knacks and not worth much
money."
"We have one too," said Mrs. Wong, looking surprised.

"Auntie's is a box of incense wood and powder, and uncle's is a pendant with a folding fan." Mo Ran
said, presenting the gifts and finally giving the dragon blood crystal to Chu Wanning, "and this, for the
Master."

"What is it?"

"A pendant." Mo Ran's palms were hot and a little sweaty, " The dragon blood crystal stone can repel
cold, Linyi is rich in this stone, so I bought it to warm up Master."

Chu Wanning took it. The stone was not expensive, but it worked well. He said, "Many thanks."

"No thanks, Master, put it on and see."

Chu Wanning looked at Mo Ran for a moment, but did not see Mo Ran's intimate and intimate
intentions, and naturally wore it around his neck. The light red crystals shone brightly and Xue Meng
looked at them and couldn't help but say, "That's nice, it's better than my sword spike. Where did you
buy it? I'd like to get one too."

Mo Ran said, "No, it's the only one on the whole stall and I wanted it for myself, but I couldn't get it."

Xue Meng was disappointed, picked up his own sword spike and looked at it, then turned his head to
look at the dragon blood crystal around Chu Wanning's neck and muttered, "I don't believe it, Linyi has
plenty of this stuff anyway, when we get to Confucianism School, I'll ask Nangong Si, he must have a lot
more. I'll ask Nangong Si when we get to Confucianism School.

Mo Ran ignored him, but looked at Chu Wanning, and when he saw that Chu Wanning had put on the
pendant and did not put it in against his flesh, but hung it outside his lapel, he could not help but feel a
little agitated, and after holding back for a moment, he could not hold back and said, "Master, this
pendant is not hanging outside."

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"Mmm." "It's going to go inside you." He said, leaning over to help Chu Wanning take the pendant in,
and he got too close at once, his breath burning Chu Wanning's ear as he spoke, which Chu Wanning
pushed away.

Chu Wanning's eyes were downcast, his expression stern, but Mo Ran looked closer this time, and saw
that the edges of Chu Wanning's ears were flushed with the crimson of begonias, so pathetic and lovely
that one wanted to kiss them, suck and lick the quivering petals in his mouth.

Mo Ran was a little surprised and wondered why Chu Wanning was blushing.

I don't think I've done anything over the top, so if I'm helping him with the pendant, that's not much

Thinking carefully, I thought about what I had just said.

"It's going to be placed inside you."

Mo Ran froze for a moment, and his face suddenly turned red. If he hadn't been so much more tanned
than Chu Wanning, he would have looked even redder than Chu Wanning.

He swore that he hadn't meant to make a double entendre when he said that

He then felt dismayed, thinking that he hadn't thought wrongly, and how could a man of Chu Wanning's
integrity think wrongly?
Mo Ran mulled it over, puzzling over it. He didn't even think about it until Chu Wanning, bare-eared and
sullen, tucked the pendant into his lapel without saying a word.

Last night, a three-finger wide planked wall had missed so much for Fairy Tramper, he had missed the
spring and the youth, and he had missed a flesh and blood Chu Wanning who had fallen into the mire of
lust. He knows nothing of what is going on in the bed just across the wall, so he certainly does not
understand that Chu Wanning is still wrapped up in the mud of yesterday, throbbing with lust, ashamed
of lust, sensitive with lust.

It was because of the dream, because of the hot, wet bedtime talk in the dream, because of the little bit
of his mind that didn't want to be found out, that he was so perverse as to take that simple phrase the
wrong way.

Chu Wanning looked up at him and felt a little heat in his heart, the evil fire of yesterday still not all
gone, as he held out his hand

The teapot's lifting beam is, however, held by Mo Ran.

"Drink less, this tea gets cold and hurts your stomach."

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"" Chu Wanning was silent and looked at him, his hand still outstretched, indicating that he just wanted
herbal tea.

"I'll go and get you a hot one."

"No need."
But Mo Ran had already gone to the shopkeeper and, after a while, brought a freshly boiled pot of tea
and poured a cup for Chu Wanning: "Master, drink this."

"Yeah, Yu Heng you drink hot tea, cold is bad, it really hurts."

Chu Wanning had no choice but to take the cup of hot tea, blow on it, but did not drink it and set it
aside.

His heart was already hot.

If the heat continues, he is afraid that the last thin layer of ice in his eyes will also melt away, and then
the boundless spring water will overflow, and he will not be able to hide the thoughts he is ashamed of
when he raises his eyes to stare.

Then he, Beidou, would have no shame.

As the group had breakfast and was about to leave the shop, a group of people came in from outside.

The one at the head of the group, clad in a thick cloak of pale blue curly grass and covering his face,
appeared to be very discreet and would not have been noticed in the crowd, but when he entered the
inn and saw Xue Zhengyong, he came forward and bowed in a formal manner.

"Hello Uncle Xue."

"You are."

The man then removed his cloak and hat, and when Xue Meng saw him, he let out an "ah" and took a
step back.
Mei Hanxue lifted his face, his skin white, his nose high, his brow bones well defined, his eyes deep and
handsome in a way that clearly distinguished him from the others. Perhaps because he had been
brought up in the cold Kunlun snowfields, he had a frosty look between his eyebrows and eyes that
made him seem both transparent and lonely.

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All in all, no one would believe that he was Mei Hanxue, the flamboyant seed of all fame, just by looking
at his air.

"I have only come to Linyi today because of some business in the palace, and I did not expect to meet
Uncle Xue here." Mei Hanxue was too cold-looking, and although he smiled politely, his eyes were clear
and bland, with a cool air in his respectful modesty, "My young nephew has come to greet Uncle and
Aunt."

"Very good, very good, gee, if only Xue Meng was as polite as you."

But Xue Meng was not happy to hear this, and he kept firing little poison arrows at Mei Hanxue with his
eyes in the back, one poking more viciously than the other.

He thought to himself, "This Mei Hanxue grandson is obviously a rascal who is not afraid of men and
women, he even touched his waist at Peach Blossom Yard, but now he is standing in front of his elders,
he is like a monk with no love and desire.

Mei Hanxue didn't even look at her childhood friend, only lowering her eyebrows and averting her eyes,
not even opening or closing her lips, extremely disciplined: "Uncle is joking, Mr. Xue is the proud son of
heaven, the first leader of the Lingshan Mountain Conference, so he naturally has his merits.

"Yeah, Dad, this guy's my loser."

" Xue Meng" Mrs. Wang was quite embarrassed and reached out to pull Xue Meng before the irascible
Phoenix finally grunted and stopped saying anything, but fire was still pouring out of her nostrils.

Mei Hanxue said, "Is uncle leaving for Confucianism School?"

"It's about time, so it doesn't matter if we go earlier, Nan Gongliu is not short of room anyway. "Let's go
and have a look first, so that the younger generations can have more contact with each other."

He looked at Xue Meng and said that he wanted to give him a daughter-in-law.

Xue Meng :""

"Doesn't Hansel go straight to Confucianism School?"

"The Palace Master explained some things and had to buy quite a few spirit stones to get back, so it's
not too late for me to stay near Dai City for a few more days and wait for the day before the big
wedding."

Xue Meng muttered in a low voice, "You are obviously afraid that if you pass early, the girls in the
famous school who you have let down will whisk you away and beat you to a pulp."

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Mo Ran, with sharp ears, laughed, "Moe what did you say about what dog"

""

Xue Meng grunted and clasped his arms, "Nothing, chanting mindfulness then me."
"Pfft, you're reciting the Folded Plum Heart technique, I'm afraid."

"You keep talking nonsense."

Mei Hanxue listened to their words, and finally looked at them, when Xue Meng's eyes met his, and he
was suddenly struck by a slight shock

The last time he saw him at Peach Blossom Yard, the grandson had a peachy look in his eyes, and his
eyes seemed to be smiling when he was angry.

But this man in front of me, there is not even a ripple in his eyes, not to mention peach blossoms, the
whole thing is cool, workmanlike, ascetic, these eyes, as if they are angry when they smile.

Xue Meng blinked, paused for a moment, thought of the battle of the sky rift Mei Hanxue rate Snow
Walk Palace disciples to help, before the crowd, is also a human model a decent, can not help but
enraged. How can this guy act so well? How can he pretend so well?

"Hey, Xue Meng, where are you going?"

"It's too stuffy in the house I'll wait for you outside, you can come out after we finish talking" Xue Meng
said, striding to the door, lifting the curtain with a flourish and walking out angrily, the pride of heaven
was really aggravated.

He wondered how no one but him could tell when the room smelled of scum

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Pissed off, the road must still be rushed.

After bidding farewell to Mei Hanxue, they walked up from Dai City for more than half an hour and
finally arrived at the Linyi School of Confucianism, the most important school in the world.

The Confucianism School is located in Linyi, a city of 72 immortal mansions, large and small, which are
called "cities" because they are so large that it takes a meal to ride a horse from the front gate to the
back gate. These seventy-two cities of the Confucianism School have their own functions and are clearly
defined by their own hierarchy, and are not the same as the grassroots sects of the Top of Death and
Life, which are cooked in one pot. Even for someone like Xue Meng, who hates Upper Fairy World to his
core, he was shocked when he stood at the entrance of the city.

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Confucianism School.

This is a true statement.

They came to the main city, the Confucianism School's largest city, with its white walls and tiled roof, its
four corner towers, its imposing stone queens on the north, south, east and west sides, its main gates
painted in gold and red, and its long, endless road of carriages and horses, paved with the finest Qi
refining stones, which required nothing to be done. Just by standing on them, you can gather spiritual
energy. Although not much is gathered, everyone understands the principle of gathering sand into a
tower, so each of these stones can be sold for more than a thousand gold.

Xue Zhengyong exclaims, "It's good to be rich"

Madam Wang then laughed: "Rich do you also want to pave a path of qi refinement at the top of death
and life"
"If I could lay a square in each village in Lower Fairy World, the stone would be so full of spiritual energy
that the small kids and monsters would not dare to come near it, so if we could lay one in each village,
we would be able to hide from the demons when they are too late to clean up." Xue Zhengyong
chattered, counted on his fingers and shook his head, "Unfortunately, I can't afford it."

Xue Meng listened and sighed along with her, "The top of death and life, alas, is a bit poor."

"Yes." Xue Zhengyong nodded his head as if he were a monk, "I don't know where the Confucianism
School gets so much money, even though they are both monastic."

At this point Chu Wanning, who had not said anything, spoke up: "Your Holiness knows how much it
costs for the ordinary disciples of the Confucianism School to get rid of demons, and how much it costs
for the people to be commissioned."

"I haven't enquired, how much does it cost"

Chu Wanning then held out four fingers.

"Four hundred silver," Xue Zhengyong's eyes widened, "so expensive."

Chu Wanning said, "Four thousand gold."

""

"The Upper Fairy World is full of wealthy merchants and the School of Confucianism makes it easy for
them to make money. Chu Wanning said, but his eyes were soft, "Come on, let's go into the city."

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The Confucianism School's Ministry of Ritual has been waiting at the gates of the city all these days, and
although they smile at everyone, they know exactly what kind of guests are coming and how much.

The small cultivators who are casual visitors will just accompany them on a tour around and then be
taken to their residences, while the small sects with some status will be led to meet the presiding
guardian elders who will receive them.

As for the top ten schools of death and life, the Confucianism School did not put on airs and invited
them to rest in the warming pavilion, where Nan Gongliu, the head of the Confucianism School, would
come to meet the guests of honour when he had finished his work.

In the warming pavilion there was a rich dragon's saliva incense burning, and the soft carpet could
almost sink half a foot when you stepped on it, and the pavilion was decorated with delicate camellia
flowers, eight of the same colour, called the Eight Immortals, white petals falling with dots of sweet red,
that was red make-up, the petal stems dyed with veins of red silk, that was leaning on the fence. Xue
Zhengyong could not understand these, but Madame Wang understood that every single one of them
was of the highest quality.

Xue Meng did not understand either, but when he saw one of the white camellias in full bloom, with a
pair of black star spots on its soft petals, he found it amusing and reached out to touch it.

Chu Wanning said, "Don't move."

"Why?"

Chu Wanning didn't say anything, just shook her head, and Mrs. Wang sighed and said, "Precious eye-
catchers, a book like this, can be sold for tens of thousands of taels of gold."

"" Xue Meng retracted his hand with a grimace, then slumped into the upholstered chair.
He thought of the ranking book he had seen at the book stall before, and was angry that he was not
among the top 100 young tycoons in the Xianxia sector, but now he felt that the book was true to his
word.

One's forehead was literally stamped with a large, blackened word that read

Poor.

But then again, the book had gone somewhere and he had lost it before he had a chance to finish it

After a while, a curtain of red coral and freshwater pearls strung in interlocking strands rattled, and two
elegant and dignified women, dressed in the snowy gauze of the School of Confucianism, arrived, one on
the left and one on the right, lifting the beaded curtain, eyes downcast and kneeling, their voices like the
cries of a warbler.

"Palm Your Mightiness to."

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At the end of the sentence, a man in his forties came through the door with a smile. He was plain and
somewhat bookish, an ordinary-looking man who would have been lost in a crowd.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Ran, who was sitting there drinking tea, almost spat out his tea

"Oh, Master Xue, Master Xue, I've been looking forward to you coming to the Confucianism School every
day, and look, you're here, you're so handsome, you're so dignified, who can be a hero in the world?
Xue Meng :""

Mo Ran :""

The head of the world's number one sect, facing the bottom ten sects, the head of the Top of Death and
Life, spared no effort in lavishing praise on him, three "yes" in a row, one more generous, one more
impassioned.

He praised Xue Zhengyong with such vigour, and of course Xue Zhengyong was very flattered, smiling
and saying, "No, no, Master Nangong is very kind."

"I'm not being polite, but I envy you from the bottom of my heart, Master Xue is a great man of his
generation, he is so powerful that he makes people admire him.

Nan Gongliu spoke with such enthusiasm that Xue Zhengyong was still trying to hold it in, but the
peacock's tail couldn't hold it in any longer and it unfolded a little: "I dare not, I dare not, haha,
hahahaha, Master Nangong is too modest."

Mo Ran did not have any dealings with Nan Gongliu in his previous life, and when he butchered the
Confucianism School, the man quickly ran away, and Mo Ran did not bother to pay any attention to such
a miscellaneous fish, not caring whether he died by sword and spear or escaped to live the rest of his life
in anonymity.

It was the first time in his life that he had met Nan Gongliu in such close proximity, but as soon as he saw
his accent, Mo Ran did not like it and lowered his voice to say, "It turns out that the best thing about the
master of the world's first sect is his mouth."

When Xue Meng heard him, he agreed with him and whispered, "That's right, when he opened his
mouth, he was so eloquent and eloquent that I couldn't even smell the flowers in the room, but only the
sweet smell of Nan Gongliu's mouth."
Nan Gongliu has finished praising the old and is now praising the young.

"Oh, if it isn't the pride of heaven, Prince Little Xue."

Xue Meng, the poor young master, is not short of breath.

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He arched his hand nonchalantly, " Nangong Master."

"What a hero, handsome and powerful look at this nose, these eyes, tsk, tsk, the spirit is really a tiger's
father without a son"

Xue Meng :""

Nan Gongliu turned back to Xue Zhengyong and said, "Brother Xue, I envy you so much. Look, if you look
at the world today, which son has half of your son's spirit?

Xue Meng was still indifferent to him, but Nan Gongliu didn't seem to see the distant look on Xue
Meng's face, and he poured a load of warm praise on him, knocking the good Little Xue out of his mind.

When he spoke quietly to Mo Ran again, he said something like, "Ahem, this Nangong master is a bit
pompous, but he speaks the truth."

"What's the big truth" Mo Ran laughed, squinting at him, "No one would dare to call you number one if
you were number two in the world"

"Why, I'm from the Lingshan Mountain Conference."

"That's a tournament, many casual cultivators don't participate, you think the world's elite can really be
competed in that small field"

"" Xue Meng's face reddened, and after a moment, muttered indignantly, "Never mind, I know you envy
me."

If he had been younger, Mo Ran would have laughed at him again, but now that the words were on his
lips, he thought that Xue Meng was just as competitive and self-absorbed as he was, so there was
nothing to fight about.

But when he looks up at Nan Gongliu again, the smile in Mo Ran's eyes fades.

There are many kinds of evil people in this world, some of whom are so treacherous and sinful that the
whole world would hate to kill them.

But there are some people who are so good that they are not despised by everyone, even though they
are so rotten to the bone, with their unstoppable tongue and their ability to slap the horse.

He did not hate Mei Hanxue, he did not hate Xue Meng, he even admired Ye Wangxi and pitied Ye
Wangxi.

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He hates Nan Gongliu, the kind of ass-kisser who gets down on his knees and licks people's hemorrhoids
whenever he has something to offer.

Damn, canker-lickers.
Since Nan Gongliu came in, Chu Wanning has been standing by the window, looking out at the
magnificent view of the Confucianism School's neat and tidy premises.

Chu Wanning stood there in the haze, and Nan Gongliu's face was feverishly cordial for a moment
before she quickly gathered herself again and headed for the window.

" Master Chu "

Chu Wanning did not look at him, his expression was indifferent, and he said, " Master Nangong, you
and I have known each other for a long time."

The fragrant veil, soft as spring water, was whipped into his face by the east wind, causing Chu Wanning
to get a little impatient and raise his hand against the annoying thing, saying indifferently, "No need for
pleasantries."

Nan Gongliu smiled and said, "I don't mean anything else, but I thought I hadn't seen you for many
years, so I came to say hello, that's all. Why do you have to turn people away, Sifu?"

"I'm here for Nangong Si." Chu Wanning still didn't turn his head, "Not for you."

" Nangong Si will be very happy to see you, you didn't take him as a pupil but you were an inspiration to
him, he often told me he missed you after you left."

""

Seeing that Chu Wanning had not spoken out against him at last, Nan Gongliu said again, "Sifu, Butterfly
Town, when the heavens were split, you went to the righteousness of the world, and the world was
impressed. The Confucianism School has prepared 20 Soul Restoring Pills for you, as a token of
appreciation for the immortals of the world, please accept them.
" Nan Gongliu ."

Chu Wanning finally looked back at him, but the name had changed. He withdrew his arm from the veil
and turned suddenly, his silhouette seeming to melt into the light of the sky.

His eyes were like flaming lightning, his eyebrows frozen with cold frost, his eyes extremely sinister.

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"Don't put me on a pedestal, how can a mere school of Confucianism thank me for the immortals of the
world who gave you the face."

"The corners of Nan Gongliu's mouth twitched, but the smile on her face did not fall, and she laughed
for a long time, "Look, why do you have to do this?"

Xue Zhengyong knew that Chu Wanning and Nan Gongliu were not on good terms, and the whole
Xianxia community knew that when Chu Wanning was fifteen years old, Nan Gongliu worshipped him as
his guest minister and offered him good food, drink and shelter, as if he were a god. But within a few
years, Chu Wanning suddenly fell out with Nan Gongliu in the main hall of the Confucianism School, and
the two of them were talking about "Jin Chengchi" and "Shenwu". The two of them were talking about "
Jin Chengchi ", " Shenwu ", "the demands of the spirit at the bottom of the lake", "moral righteousness",
"long illness" and "madam", and the onlookers were confused anyway.

But as everyone knows, Chu Wanning was furious at the end and shot himself in the foot.

"He was paid ten thousand pieces of gold and had more than a thousand spirit stones and spirit
talismans every month, but he did not take a penny and did not want every cent. Standing in front of the
hall, he untied his Qiankun pouch from his waist and returned all the remaining money, then with a
sullen face, without a word, he took off the jade crown of the supreme master that Nan Gongliu had
given him when he was worshipping the guest of honour, scattered his long hair and handed it back to
the Master of Ceremonies of the School of Confucianism."
This is a favourite of many storytellers at Lower Fairy World.

Nan Gongliu looked uncomfortable, but he tried to make a point and said to Master Chu: "The Immortal
has served our school for so long, even if he has to leave, the money that should be settled must still be
settled, and the School of Confucianism does not want to take advantage of people.

Master Chu said, "In the past, I served the temple only to repay the kindness of Madam Yung with a
meal. Now that she is dead and your school is at odds with my morality, I have no intention of staying. I
am ashamed to take your salary. With these words, I turn away from the School of Confucianism.

Xue Zhengyong originally thought that the storyteller was exaggerating, so he tried to ask Chu Wanning
what had offended him about the Confucianism School, but Chu Wanning did not like to talk behind
people's backs, so he just shook his head and never elaborated.

But at the moment, it seems that the storyteller's words may not have been true at all.

Seeing that the atmosphere was stagnant, Madam Wang could not help but come out to round up the
situation and said softly, " Elder Yu Heng, don't be angry, you've damaged your body" and turned to Nan
Gongliu with a bow, " Nangong Your Mightiness, your kindness is appreciated. We appreciate your
kindness, but there is no shortage of spiritual stones and precious medicines at the top of death and life,
so we cannot accept your Soul Restoring Pill"

"Haha, Madam is right, it is the district that has been ill-considered." Nan Gongliu picked up a step, so he
took it in stride and said, " Elder Yu Heng, I am offended, please don't take it to heart, Elder."

Mo Ran watched from the side and said, "This man has been splashed with cold water by his master, but
he can still smile so calmly, how impressive.

With this in mind, I bowed my head and took a sip of the Rizhao Xueqing tea in my jug.
Who would have thought that Nan Gongliu would have come to him with a smile on his face while he
was drinking his tea?

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Chapter 154: Master, I'm going to find Ye Wangxi

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It was very bad that this room, when Nan Gongliu entered, Madame Wang, Xue Meng and Xue
Zhengyong, were the ones who immediately got up and treated each other with courtesy.

But Chu Wanning was not in the mood, so he remained by the window.

As for Mo Ran, the Confucianism School had been a raggedy sect that he had trampled on in his previous
life, and even if it was shiny on the outside, he knew that there was nothing to fear but a scattering of
sand underneath. But he didn't really mean to embarrass Nan Gongliu, he was just used to it, so he
didn't even think about standing up for himself.

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The scene would have been bizarre.

As host and elder, Nan Gongliu stands at attention, smiling pleasantly and without anger, his face still
steaming with familiarity.

As a guest and junior, Mo Ran was caught sitting lazily, with his legs up, leaning back in his chair and a
cup of hot tea in his hand.

Xue Zhengyong hadn't noticed Mo Ran's movements, but when he turned around, he was embarrassed.

This Mo Ran is too unruly.

"This is Master Mo, who has made a great name for himself in recent years, right?"

Ran stopped drinking his tea, covered the lid, raised his eyes and said, "Yes."

"When truly a hero comes out"

Mo Ran cut him off and laughed, " Nangong Your Mightiness, you've already used that on my cousin,
don't use it on me."

His tone was gentle, his smile mild, as if he were being polite. But what he said was half as polite, and he
didn't even stand up. After speaking this, he picked up his tea again, the small celadon lid scraping the
rim of the cup before blowing away the misty mist of water that rose in a curl.

Dropping her thick, slender lashes, she let her eyes fall and took a sip of tea without slowing down.

He was young, handsome, tall and calm, as if he was the master of the Confucianism School, the one
who stood at the top of the Xianxia world, and Nan Gongliu was just a dog under him.

"Haha, Sovereign Mo is right, it is the district that is so uneducated that I could not think of better
wording for a moment, so"

"Not at all." Mo Ran put down his tea and smiled, " Nangong Your Mightiness has said a lot of good
things since he entered this house, if Your Mightiness can't talk, who can call him a talker"

"Aiya, Master Mo's false praise, the district would not dare to accept it."

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"Who said I was complimenting you." Mo Ran looked at him with dark eyes and a smile, "Being too good
at talking sometimes isn't necessarily a good thing."

Xue Zhengyong was a bit overwhelmed and he lowered his voice, " Mo Ran "

In his view, Chu Wanning and Nan Gongliu's falling out was justifiable, at least in the first place, and Chu
Wanning had that status, but Mo Ran

Mo Ran, however, ignored Xue Zhengyong and said to Nan Gongliu, "Save these compliments, Nangong
Your Mightiness, for other juniors, I am a rough man, I do not understand and do not want to hear
them."

Xue Zhengyong :""

Mo Ran knew, of course, that his uncle would be unhappy if he did this, but he didn't regret it.

There are so many disgusting things in the world that Chu Wanning is always willing to be the one to
take the lead. A long time ago, when he was working with the Luo Xianxian family to get rid of demons,
Chu Wanning would beat up his client, Mr. Chen, for bullying a weak woman, regardless of his
reputation.

Chu Wanning has done nothing wrong, yet he is always criticised for being "cold-blooded", "reckless"
and "insensitive".

Mo Ran does not want to be called "impolite".

So he prefers to be more out of line and over the top than Chu Wanning, and it is only by such foolish
means that he keeps Chu Wanning at bay. So in this house, all three men accept Nan Gongliu's flattery
and goodwill out of courtesy, but Mo Ran does not.
It was not a passing fancy, since he knew that Chu Wanning had carried him on his back, crawling back
from a mountain of corpses and blood. Ever since he saw the wisp of a human soul in Mengpo Court, the
bowl of cod roast. Ever since he went to the depths of hell and rescued Chu Wanning, he swore

He has stood by Chu Wanning for as long as he has wanted to.

Nan Gongliu has touched the bi twice in a row.

But Nan Gongliu didn't, he just pretended that nothing had happened and happily spoke to Xue
Zhengyong again, which made Xue Zhengyong feel very embarrassed.

Nan Gongliu laughed and said, "Young people, who don't have a little blood in their veins? I think Master
Mo is really a man of character.

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After the meeting with Nan Gongliu, the disciples of the Confucianism School led the group to a different
house.

Mo Ran sneezed the whole way and Xue Meng turned his head to look at him, "You didn't just say
something bad and get cursed by Nangong, did you?"

"Go go go, you're the one who's cursed." Mo Ran's eyes filled with tears, "I can't smell too much
incense, I can't smell too much incense, the room just smelled too much incense."

"It smells so bad."

"Ah, O Master Ah."

Chu Wanning handed him a handkerchief and frowned in disgust, "Wipe it off, it doesn't look good."

Mo Ran then took the handkerchief embroidered with begonia flowers with tears in her eyes and a
smile on her face, "It is still Master who cares for me, thank you."

Chu Wanning was a little embarrassed by his comment, "Who cares about you."

"Yes," Xue Meng said defiantly, "who cares for you, it's me that the master cares for the most."

Mo Ran was slightly contemptuous, "How old are you to be comparing this with others." Turning to the
handkerchief in her hand, she said with a straight face, "Look, Master promised to embroider an
identical one for me before, have you"

"" Chu Wanning grabbed the handkerchief with a split hand and sternly said, " Mo Weiyu "

Xue Meng was stunned at first, then furious: "I don't believe that the master would embroider a
handkerchief for you, you wouldn't do that in a daydream, shameless."

As they talked, they arrived at the courtyard Nan Gongliu had arranged for them, which had four rooms,
one for Madame Xue Zhengyong and one for each of the other three.

But Mo Ran, who had been fine just now, froze when he saw that the courtyard he wanted to live in was
this one, and hesitated, his eyes unconsciously clouded with a layer of grey.

This was the Confucianism School in his previous life, a place that left a deep impression on him.
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When he came back to his old haunts, he wondered if Chu Wanning had not given his life for him in this
life, he might have gone the same way and become the Fairy Tramper emperor, and by this time he
would have led millions of Zhenlong pawns to raze a famous family to the ground. When I thought of
this, I felt a cold sweat, and a thousand thoughts rushed to my chest.

Mo Ran's eyes were closed. He was not the sharp-edged teenager he had been back then, so no one
could see the gloom that hung over him.

They each went to their rooms to rest, and Mo Ran stood for a moment in front of the room reserved
for himself, standing with his arms folded, but not pushing the door in.

The maid who greeted her in the courtyard was a little uneasy and asked carefully, "Is Your Mightiness
not satisfied with this room?"

"Oh, no." Mo Ran looked back and smiled, "Thought the yard looked a lot like a place I used to live in,
just got in touch with it."

"What a coincidence, then, for I thought Your Mightiness did not like it here. If Your Mightiness wants
anything else, just tell me and I will do my best for Your Mightiness."

Mo Ran smiled and said, "I don't have anything to do, you guys go ahead and do your own thing."

When he finished, he tilted his head up and looked at the century-old laurel tree in the courtyard, the
shade of which brushed his eyelashes like a ghost from a previous life.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly and his heart countenanced.

Suddenly, turning around, she called out to the maid who was leaving, "Wait a minute"
" Your Mightiness What else do you want to order?"

"I want to ask you about someone." Mo Ran paused and raised her eyes, her gaze torch-like, "Do you
know that there is a"

"What."

"Never mind, let's not ask that, let's ask another one." Mo Ran said, "Do you know where Ye Wangxi is?"

The maid said, "Mr. Ye is Elder Xu's personal disciple, he lives in the same courtyard as Elder Xu, Your
Mightiness If you want to see him, just go there."

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Mo Ran was relieved to hear that the last time he met Ye Wangxi was at a restaurant when he asked
Nangong Si to come back with him, but when Nangong Si refused, Ye Wangxi said, "If you don't want to
go back to Confucianism School because of me, then I'll Go."

He felt that Ye Wangxi had suffered enough in his previous life. Ye Wangxi and Chu Wanning were in fact
very much alike, both were gentlemen who never regretted their deaths, except that one was
introverted and the other was fiery, but neither of them ended well.

Mo Ran felt remorse for what he had done, so he wished Ye Wangxi a better life. He was glad that
Nangong Si had not been so heartless as to kick Ye Wangxi out.

The name of Elder Xu's house is "Three Life House", which is said to mean "once you drink the water of
Meng Po, you will forget the three problems". After he dies, he will no longer remember anything by the
Naihe Bridge.
He sounds like a very pessimistic person, no wonder he taught Ye Wangxi, a bored gourd who can't beat
a fart with three sticks.

"Interesting, this parrot is so witty, come, recite another verse, a frying pan and a ladle of water in a
humble alley"

The guards were asked to pass on their presence and tell them their purpose, and before they had even
rounded the illuminated wall, they heard a man's lazy joking voice coming from the courtyard.

Mo Ran took a few steps forward and saw a man in his early thirties standing in the sunny courtyard. He
was wearing a plain shirt with a few patches at the corners, and he was standing barefoot on the cold
stone tiles in the cold weather without shoes, holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand and teasing a
snow-white blue-eyed parrot with long tail feathers.

The parrot fluttered its wings from side to side and swayed back and forth on the shelf, seemingly
pleased with itself, and sang out, "Ah a fountain of food and a ladle of water in a humble alley"

"Well, good, that's good. You're smarter than Little Ye son, Little Ye son wasn't as good as you when he
was a kid, he couldn't recite this part for the life of him." The man fed the parrot a handful of nuts,
"Here, your old man will reward you."

""

This man and a bird call themselves old man

That means he's a cocksucker.

The man looked back, saw Mo Ran standing by the illuminated wall, first knocked a melon, then spat it
out, and suddenly smiled, his smile broad but with a touch of wilfulness, and in the bright sunlight, the
whole man looked very dashing.
" Mo Ran Mo Sovereign, I believe," he smiled, "a pleasure to meet you."

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Mo Ran then smiled and also said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

After he had laughed, he took a good look at the man's face. It seemed to him that he had seen this man
in his previous life when he had slaughtered the School of Confucianism, and he was

"Righteous father, why are you running around without shoes again."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out, clearly a light sentence, but it sounded like spring thunder.

Mo Ran turned his head unexpectedly to see Ye Wangxi emerge from behind the half-moon archway, as
slender and straight as ever, his brow warm, carrying a pair of bright yellow satin tracks in his hands as
he approached the youth and leaned down to set them down.

foster father

Ye Wangxi's foster father

The blood in his heart was rushing wolfishly, he could almost hear the cries of a world apart, hear
swords clashing and drums and horns fighting.

"Righteous Father"

The memory of a blood-streaked face tumbled violently into view.

It was Ye Wangxi, who was crying and shouting, his voice splitting the sky. When he slaughtered the
Confucianism School, Nan Gongliu ran away, leaving the 72 cities without a leader. The first patron of
the School of Confucianism, Elder Xu, stepped forward and reorganised the scattered sand, bringing
together the disorganised soldiers of Mo Ran, who could have been destroyed in an instant, and Ye
Wangxi.

He was not a Nangong, but he did what a Nangong master should do, and as an elder, he lived and died
with the Seventy-two Cities of the School of Confucianism.

He was not Ye Wangxi's real father, but he stood in front of Ye Wangxi when a knife filled with spiritual
currents was stabbing him in the back, protecting the child he raised with his own flesh and blood for a
moment.

Mo Ran was standing on the wall looking down at that time and he saw the scene and a twisted smile
rose to the corners of his mouth God knows how jealous he was at that moment.

How can anyone in the world be willing to die for another human being when they are not related?

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His narrow-minded heart was shaken and pained without fail; he was so jealous that it looked like he
was going mad and insane; his eyes were bloodshot.

He was thinking, "Good, good, Ye Wangxi is lucky, he, Mo Weiyu, if there was only one person in this
vast world, besides his mother, who would willingly die for him, Mo Weiyu, then why would he have
come to this point?

The heavens are kind to all, but they are so mean and cruel to him
He would destroy all those he envied, make all these huggers go to hell, why should he be the only one
without a good day, without a moment of warmth, the only one who had been gentle with him, long
dead.

He has only a little warmth left, so why take it away from him?

He hated

""

Looking back, Mo Ran feels that he was a fool back then. There was someone in this red world who was
willing to die for him, but he had missed out, he had let himself down, he had not known.

Mo Ran's eyes closed solidly, calming the surge inside him, before he raised them again.

He knew who this man was, he was Ye Wangxi's mentor and also Xu Shuanglin, Ye Wangxi's righteous
father.

The day after the Confucianism School, he died in battle trying to save Ye Wangxi.

Mo Ran turned his head away, bitter in his heart, unable to look at the dashing man in the sunlight with
his deep smile.

He went to say hello to Ye Wangxi.

"Ye Gongzi."
Ye Wangxi then noticed Mo Ran standing in the distance and smiled, "Ah, brother Mo is here too, it's
been a long time."

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"It's been a long time."

In fact, Ye Wangxi had only met Mo Ran a few times in her life and did not know him very well, so she
continued with a smile, "Are you here to see my righteous father?"

"" Mo Ran looked at Xu Shuanglin for a moment, a little embarrassed, and shook his head, "No, I came
to see you."

" Little Ye Zi, how long has it been since someone looking for you has come in this courtyard it's not
easy." Xu Shuanglin smiled lazily and stuffed another melon seed into his mouth, "Where did you make
the acquaintance of Patriarch Mo"

" Peach Blossom Yard acquaintance."

"That's good, that's good." Xu Shuanglin smiled, dropped all the remaining melon seeds into the bird
feeder and said, "You youngsters talk, I'll walk somewhere else first."

Ye Wangxi pulled him back: "Yi-fu, why are you not wearing shoes again?"

"Oh, I forgot." Xu Shuanglin put on his shoes with a smile and said, "That's better."

But Mo Ran saw, with a glance, that the man crossed slowly to the corner, then leaned over and took off
his shoes again, actually tucking them into his arms and walking leisurely away.
""

The appearance and temperament of this father and son are so incongruous that Xu Shuanglin looks
very young because of his mind, and his face does not age when he is in his thirties; he looks like Ye
Wangxi's brother.

If you look at his temperament, he is a bit willful and stubborn, not like a brother, but like Ye Wangxi's
younger brother.

So is that a tease, with the solemn plaque outside the door saying "Three Life Courtyard"?

Ye Wangxi and Mo Ran walk slowly, shoulder to shoulder, along the boulevard.

There are many flowering and fruiting trees planted in this courtyard, but at this time of year, in the
middle of winter, all the trees are dying, and only a few yellow leaves are hanging from the tops of the
trees, and when the wind blows, they tremble and move.

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"I'm sorry I made you laugh the last time I was in the restaurant."

"No matter." Mo Ran said, "Are you all right these days?"

He regretted saying the words, because people like Ye Wangxi would never say anything, even if they
were having a bad time. As expected, Ye Wangxi smiled and said, "It's not bad, how about you"

"I'm pretty good."

Mo Ran only came to see him because he felt bad about his past life and wanted to see Ye Wangxi, who
is still alive today, but when he was really alone with Ye Wangxi, he didn't know what to say.

Mo Ran knew a lot of Ye Wangxi's secrets, but when he couldn't tell them, he really had nothing to talk
about, and the two of them took a dull walk for a while before Ye Wangxi asked, "How is Xia Sini?"

Mo Ran froze for a moment and smiled, "That's awesome that you remembered the name."

"His name, in particular, is a good one to remember."

"Haha, also, Xia Sini is coming with us this time, so you can meet him afterwards."

Ye Wangxi was slightly surprised: "He's here too, but I don't think the master invited"

"You don't know who Xia Sini is, do you?" Mo Ran laughed, "I'll tell you, it's a long story."

So he told them all about Chu Wanning and Xia Sini, and after Ye Wangxi had listened, he sighed and
said, "How fortunate Mr Mo is to have this man as his teacher.

Mo Ran said, "How fortunate the Confucianism School is to have Mr Ye as a disciple."

Ye Wangxi was a little embarrassed and smiled slightly, "Duke Mo has overstated his case."

They came to a small mahogany-painted pontoon bridge, which was full of dead branches and leaves,
except for this place, which was verdant and bright, and planted with bamboo that stood proudly
against the snow and the wind. The water at the Confucianism School is enchanted and does not freeze
over, so when they stand at the bridge, the stream is murmuring beneath them and the two ends are
surrounded by blue colours.
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Mo Ran looked back and saw Ye Wangxi staring down at the crystalline stream, the floating light leaping
from his black eyes, the same person, but with a haggard look on his face that anyone could see.

Nangong Si became married and it was too cruel for him.

Suddenly it was very unbearable, as if he saw the Chu Wanning who had given so much but could not
get a single glance back from others, and Mo Ran asked him, "Mr. Ye, why don't you come to the top of
death and life?"

"What."

""I feel reckless for having spoken, and knowing how Ye Wangxi would answer, Mo Ran sighed, "I was
just asking a casual question, you need not take it to heart."

Ye Wangxi smiled. He was originally a handsome man with a smile, seven parts handsome and three
parts beautiful. But now it is the same man, with the same smile, but his cheekbones are slightly sunken,
his seventh part of his heroism is still there, but his third part of his beauty has dried up, leaving only
two pools of sadness.

He tried to hide it, but the sadness was so deep that he used all his strength and still failed to hide it.

He smiled and said, "So brother Mo, is here to dig for the top of death and life"

"Haha, yes, yes, but Duke Ye should not be coming, so it was just a joke."

"Well, I won't go if my righteous father is still here."

"What does your son intend to do in the future?"

"He felt that he was a moth and Nangong Si was a lamp, and he always wanted to go with the lamp,
even if the consequences were broken and torn apart.

But Nangong Si didn't want him.

"Just, still doing what you do in the School of Confucianism." Ye Wangxi smiled faintly, "Aiding the
Master, aiding his righteous father, and later, aiding the young master."

He paused, his hand cupped into a fist, his knuckles as pale as jade.

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Mo Ran was amazed that Ye Wangxi could say the last half of the sentence so calmly, that he could
actually say it

"Auxiliary to the young lady."

When he had finished, it seemed that he could no longer bear it, and he dropped his eyes. But only for a
moment, he looked up at Mo Ran again with respectful modesty and gentleness, his face still smiling, his
whole body standing like a bamboo in the winter.

A sudden wind from the west blew up the snow that had accumulated in the bamboo forest, like reed
flowers flying in all directions.

At that very moment, Mo Ran thought, "No, Nangong Si cannot marry Song Qiutong.
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The wedding day of the young master of the School of Confucianism was drawing nearer, but suddenly a
rumour began to circulate among the guests of the various schools.

"Mr. Zhang, I've recently learned something that at first glance seemed outrageous, but on second
thought, it's nine times more likely to be true.

"Coincidentally, I also have a secret story here, about the School of Confucianism, which is also
appalling, so I don't suppose it's the same thing as what you want to talk about."

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The other party raised his eyebrows rather meaningfully, meaningfully saying, "The secret that Duke
Zhang knows, is it related to only two people"

"Indeed."

One of them lowered his voice and said, "Let's start with mine, I heard that Ye Wangxi of the
Confucianism School, and"

Another person couldn't hold it in any longer, and he didn't even want to be a gentleman, he burst out
laughing and slapped his thighs, his eyes shining with gossip and excitement: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. "

"I didn't expect that even someone like you, who doesn't like to listen to gossip, would know about this.
But you have to keep your voice down, this is Linyi and you can run into people from the Confucianism
School anywhere you go.

It is hard to say whether there are ears on the wall, but it is true that three men make a tiger, and the
story swells like cotton wool soaked in water, and even though no one has seen it with their own eyes,
the content of the story is becoming more and more voluptuous and fragrant.
In the end, even in those small villages outside Linyi City, the common people who did not cultivate
immortality knew about it, and it was spread around the fields.

"Brother Dog Dan, I'll tell you a secret, you mustn't tell anyone oh."

"What secret is so discreet, tell me, it's not like you don't know my mouth, it'll never get out."

"The Confucianism School has a big scandal, Song Qiutong, you know, the one who is going to marry
Nangong Si. She's been seeing Ye Wangxi behind her fiancé's back."

"How is this possible?"

"Why is that impossible? Don't you know that Song Qiutong was put up for auction at the Xuan Yuan
Society because Ye Wangxi saw how good she looked and had the nasty idea to buy her back for a
double fix?"

Li Guodian was shocked, his mouth opened wide, half a day before he stuttered, "Oh my, oh my how can
there be such a thing"

The villager Li Guodian's perception was turned upside down, and when he went to bed at night, he put
his arm around his daughter-in-law and chatted, lamenting, "Chunhua, it's still you."

The villager, Zhao Chunhua, blinked: "What's wrong, suddenly talking about this?"

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"Look, you may be ugly, fat and short, but you are hardworking and fertile, unlike some women who
steal men behind their husbands' backs and don't keep to their womanly ways."

Zhao Chunhua was a bit annoyed: "Where am I ugly? I'm just a bit yellow," and then curious, "I don't
know which daughter-in-law has broken her shoes."

"It's not the village people, it's the Taoist nuns and daoists who spend their days flying around on
swords."

Zhao Chunhua was then taken aback: "Who is it?"

Li Doguan said, "Whoever has recently gotten married big time, that's who."

Zhao Chunhua subconsciously didn't think about Nangong Si, and only after a moment did it dawn on
her, and she sprang up from the bed, "Oh my God, it's amazing that there is such a thing, but don't say
anything about it."

"How could I say anything nonsense", Li Guodian puffed up his chest, in order to make his wife believe
him, he swore, "A friend of mine saw it with his own eyes, Ye Wangxi of Confucianism School and Song
Qiutong were having an adulterous relationship. Nangong Si, they had already slept together."

The love affair between a man and a woman is one of the fastest flying things in the world, and the rich
and the poor, Xianxia and not Xianxia, are all happy to talk about it. In the blink of an eye, the guests at
the Confucianism School were more or less aware of the scandal, and by the time it reached Chu
Wanning's ears, its contents had already become so elaborate that the story of Ye Wangxi's affair with
Song Qiutong on such and such a day in such and such a year was clearly portrayed, and that Song
Qiutong had married Nangong Si at this time because he already had Ye Wangxi's child. He also said that
Song Qiutong had married Nangong Si at this time because he already had Ye Wangxi's child, but that Ye
Wangxi was ungrateful and did not want to recognize his mother and son for the sake of his own future.

"If you don't believe me, just wait and see if the child is born looking like Nangong Si or Ye Wangxi."
Chu Wanning knew Nangong Si but not Ye Wangxi and Song Qiutong, so he was not sure whether it was
true or not, but he was annoyed. But although he was good at dealing with the kind of evil that was
clearly defined, he was at a loss as to what to do with this kind of drift, which involved a man and a
woman.

On that day, Nangong Si came to pay him a visit, and Chu Wanning gave him a little smack, but Nangong
Si didn't hear any of the implications, and continued to tell Master Chu an interesting story about his
demon wolf Nao Baijin.

"The female demon wolf is due to give birth next month, and I don't know how many cubs will be born
from this litter." Nangong Si laughed and said, "If there are any good-looking ones, I'll ask my father to
send one to the Top of the Dead."

When Chu Wanning heard this, he thought it was a good opportunity and said, "Well, but I'm afraid that
the little wolf cub is not of pure blood."

"How can it be impure? Nao Baijin and that female demon wolf are both cultivated from the Snow Wolf
clan, pure as can be."

"Are you sure that she hasn't mated with another demon wolf before?"

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Nangong Si froze for a moment, "No way, that female demon wolf is bred by Jade Lake Villa, there is
only one in the whole estate, she can't even be mated if she wants to, she has to rely on our family Nao
Baijin."

Chu Wanning felt that he had been very naked and clear in his hints, comparing people to wolves and
suggesting that Nangong Si should watch out for gossip, but how could Nangong Si not understand?
Chu Wanning thought for a moment, thinking that perhaps he hadn't said too much, and after
deliberating for a while, he added, "Although there is only one demon wolf in Bitan Villa, when you take
it over to breed Nao Baijin, you will always have to stay at Confucianism School for a while, right? You
have raised so many demon wolves, do you think it will "

"No, no, no," Nangong Si laughed cheerfully, "that's what Master was worried about.

""

Stupid

Nangong Si did not see Chu Wanning's gloom as he got up and invited him, "Master, when you left, the
Xiaoyue schoolyard was not yet built, but now it has been expanded twice, let me show you there and
ride Nao Baijin."

Chu Wanning said, "No."

Nangong Si looks a little disappointed: "Why"

"I don't know how to ride anything else but horses." Chu Wanning said, "You're going to be a husband
soon, so don't be too playful, you're either raising wolf cubs or tossing and turning in the schoolyard.
People and animals are the same, if you don't spend time with her, your relationship will become
distant."

"No, Qiutong treats me very well and is very obedient."

""
"If the Sovereign feels that I am neglecting her, I will call her along with me. I have often spoken to her
of you, and she would like to meet you."

He said, and Chu Wanning thought, "I don't know Song Qiutong well, and I don't know how much of the
rumour is true and how much is not, so it would be good to know more about this late couple before
Nangong Si gets married.

So he nodded and stood up, "Yes, go and find her then, I'll meet you at the Xiaoyue schoolyard."

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Mo Ran entered the courtyard and saw Chu Wanning standing under a laurel tree, a small red clay fire
steaming in front of him, and two half-finished cups of eight-pot tea on a stone table.

"Master, Nangong Si is here to see you."

"Well, let me go to the Xiaoyue schoolyard and see the demon wolves he has." Chu Wanning said,
turning to go back inside, "I can't ride in these clothes, I'll go and change my clothes."

Although Mo Ran knew Chu Wanning was capable, he did not feel comfortable leaving him alone, so he
said, "I will go with my master."

Chu Wanning stopped at that and gave him a sideways glance: "Can you ride a wolf?"

Mo Ran smiled, his dark eyes bright: "Why not? I'm a good horseman, I'm good at everything, not to
mention riding wolves."

Chu Wanning was about to mock him when he suddenly felt the words "good at riding anything" were a
bit of an indefinable wet ambiguity, and the scenes from his dream flashed before his eyes. It was as if
she had become Mo Ran's plaything and was being pushed around by him.
Chu Wanning's face suddenly flushes.

He scolded in a low voice, "No shame"

I don't know whether I was cursing Mo Ran or myself, but I turned around and slammed the door into
the house, leaving the half-rolled curtain outside the door swinging like the person hiding inside the
house, with a trembling heart.

The Xiaoyue schoolyard is a vast expanse of grassland, but now the weather is cold, the grass is sluggish,
the green and yellow fields are covered with a thin layer of frost, the winter sun hangs salty in the sky,
but because of the cloud cover, it looks a bit thin and cold, the sunlight that sprinkles down is even more
perfunctory and lifeless, but at the end Confucianism School is a dense private hunting jungle, pine and
cypress, needles and leaves The pines and cypresses are lush and the needles are fluffy, and from a
distance they look golden, like the fluffy, soft plumage of a chick.

Nangong Si was standing in front of the wooden fence, talking to Song Qiutong, when he suddenly saw
two people coming out of the mist, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran, and was startled at first, then said with a
smile, "Master Mo, you don't feel comfortable leaving your master in my hands, so you've come along
too"

"No." Mo Ran also smiled, "I came along because I was afraid that if Master had any displeasure and
couldn't catch anyone else getting angry, he would get angry with Prince Nangong, which would be very
aggravating for Prince Nangong. That's why I'm here to be the one to take the heat."

"" Chu Wanning glanced at him and said coldly, "I see you are here to make fire knives and fire stones."

"Pfft." Song Qiutong, who was standing behind Nangong Si, laughed out loud as she lifted two curtains
of feathery lashes and stepped out gracefully from behind her fiancé, looking beautiful and blossoming.

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Looking at Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, she smiled softly and said, "I have heard that Master Chu and
Master Mo have a deep love for each other, and now I see that this is true.

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Chapter 156: Master's Good Riding Skills

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Chu Wanning looked her up and down. He had already thought she was a beautiful woman at Xuanyuan
Court, but when he saw her up close, she was as delicate as a lotus flower in the water, as beautiful as a
bright sunset, and her ebony hair seemed to shine brightly around her.

With this in mind, I glanced quietly at Mo Ran to see how he would react.

Mo Ran didn't even look at Song Qiutong, as if he was standing next to Nangong Si, instead he kept
gazing at himself, and when their eyes met, Mo Ran smiled gently.

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Chu Wanning is numbed by the look on his face, but he still has to play it cool as he and Mo Ran look at
each other for a moment, before averting their eyes in a seemingly casual manner.

"The Xiaoyue schoolyard has many demon wolves, the bravest of which is Nao Baijin, who is also my
favourite."

Nangong Si led the group to the middle of the open meadow, took out the jade flute on his belt and
blew three urgent whistles. After a moment's silence, a snow-white shadow of light leaps out of the
forest like a whirlwind of lightning, almost in the blink of an eye. Then it leans down and lands firmly in
front of Nangong Si.
"Ouch."

Nangong Si stepped forward and stroked his fluffy neck, turning back to smile, "Look at him, Patriarch,
he's grown so much, he was just a cub the year you left."

"It was also as tall as a grown man the year I left." Chu Wanning said with an expressionless face.

"Hahahahahaha, is that right I always thought it was small and still a pup."

""

"Patriarch, come and ride."

Nangong Si said and blew his horizontal flute again, calling two other snow-white demon wolves from
the woods: "Master Mo, you come and play too"

Each of the three men rolled onto the back of the demon wolf and Nangong Si said, "Hold on to the
chain or neck hair, and keep your legs pinned, it's similar to riding a horse." After saying this he looked
down and said to Song Qiutong, "Qiutong, you ride with me and I will lead you."

Chu Wanning didn't think he would be able to do it, but after a few steps on the back of the demon wolf,
he found it easy to ride, even easier than a normal old horse because the wolf is highly spiritual and
understands the rider's thoughts clearly.

Nangong Si laughs, "How about a lap"

"Can you go anywhere here?"

"Both are available, Backwoods Court and Xiaoyue Schoolyard, feel free to run."

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Mo Ran laughed, "Is this a race?"

"Let's have a game." Chu Wanning took one look at Nangong Si, who was riding on a demon wolf with
Song Qiutong, and thinking that this was an opportunity to enhance the relationship between the
couple, he readily agreed.

Nangong Si smiled and unhooked a spirit stone bracelet from his wrist and said, "In that case, let's run to
Ganquan Lake in the north of the forest garden and catch the five grouper in it, the first one to return
here will win and this chain will be the prize."

"A seven-star spirit stone chain, Mr Nangong is a bit too generous."

"A thousand pieces of gold will not buy me pleasure." Nangong Si pulled the rope chain tighter and
looked down again to Song Qiutong, "Sit tight, don't fall down, and if you run fast, tell me."

Mo Ran glanced at Song Qiutong and smiled, "I'm only afraid that the Nangong gong's chain can be
taken out early."

"Ha, underestimate me, I grew up fighting wolves, not to mention bringing one more person, even if I
bring another, it's still a small matter, let's go, I'll count to three, two, one, and we'll start."

"Three, two one"

As soon as the words were spoken, three snow-white shadows of light swished out of the air like arrows
through the forest, swooshing through the sultry meadow, leaping to the end of the hunting court and
disappearing deep into the dense forest.

At first Chu Wanning slowed down and followed Nangong Si and Song Qiutong, but then Song Qiutong's
screams came from time to time, which was too much for his ears to bear, and the girl's pouting was too
much for him to bear, so he couldn't help but speed up and overtake her.

As the cries of "Slow down, my lord" faded behind him, Chu Wanning gradually felt the pleasure of
riding a demon wolf. It is no wonder that Nangong is so rare to see these animals.

Chu Wanning looked up at the sunlight streaking across his eyes, passing under his feet and then rolling
away like a torrent, and laughed, thinking that it had been an exhilarating run.

Behind him, Mo Ran had a black-clawed demon wolf following him closely from the beginning to the
end, and for a moment, Chu Wanning felt a strange sense of relief and reassurance in his chest.

Suddenly he felt, not so sure, as if he finally had the power to go forward at will, as if wherever he ran,
there would be such footsteps behind him, such a person, constantly echoing, never to be separated
again.

Chu Wanning arrived at Ganquan Lake almost at the same time as Mo Ran, where the blue waves were
as clear as a mysterious mirror and the water system was extremely rich in spiritual energy.

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Landing firmly on the ground, Chu Wanning looked around and said, "It's a beautiful place."
Mo Ran, leading the black-clawed demon wolf, came over and asked with a smile, "If Master likes it, go
back and plant many fruit trees at the top of Death and Life as well, and take the spiritual energy to raise
them all year round, and pick them whenever you want."

Chu Wanning grunted, dismissed it, walked to the lake and raised his hand to summon the Heavenly
Question.

Mo Ran saw something wrong and stopped him, "What are you doing?"

"Catch a fish."

"The Master wouldn't want to turn on the wind and winch up all the fish in the lake, would he?"

"What's on your mind." Chu Wanning glared at him and flung the golden vine onto the lake before
speaking faintly towards the lake, "Any of you who are tired of living will take the bait."

After saying this three times, Chu Wanning retracted the sky question and there were actually a few
fatheads on the golden leaves, looking up at the sky with their eyes rolled up in a triple white bubble.

Chu Wanning looked over and turned to Mo Ran and asked, "Did he say he wanted grouper?"

"Hmm."

"Do you know what a grouper looks like?" Chu Wanning said, thinking it might be too much of a
roundabout way of asking, he simply picked up the whole thing and held up several of the fish he caught
to Mo Ran, "In these, are there any?"

"It's better if I catch it for my master."

Mo Ran caught ten fish and put them into the sacs around the necks of the two demon wolves. Chu
Wanning then put back into the water the few fish he had just caught that "didn't want to live anymore"
and said indifferently as he did so, "Life is short, so please bear with me for a while longer. "

Hearing such sentences, Mo Ran only found the man both amusing and endearing. He put away the last
grouper and turned around to see Chu Wanning walking towards the shore from the edge of the cold
pool of blue water, the lake brimming behind him, soaking his white figure in a gentle, misty haze.

He suddenly felt a strong desire to stride over to Chu Wanning, to take him in his arms, to kiss him, to
caress him with the utmost tenderness, to crush him, to pull him into the orange grove, to pin him
against a tree, to lift his legs and take him with infinite violence.

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As he watched Chu Wanning come closer and closer, he was struck by how contradictory and intense his
longing was, how the softest and the hardest were both born of him.

O love, O love.

Isn't that what it looks like?

Hard heat, the fiery, fierce blade that cuts you open.

Warm and soft, it is the softness of the spring water that wraps around you.

"Nangong Si, too." Chu Wanning didn't see the uncertainty in Mo Ran's eyes as he walked up to him and
looked at the dry pouch around Nao Baijin's neck, "So slow with a girl."

"No probably doing something else."

Mo Ran's mind was feverish, his wolf-like gaze fixed on Chu Wanning's pale neck as he bowed his head,
his stomach tingling, and without thinking, he murmured this in a deep voice.

Chu Wanning froze: "Doing what?"

"" Mo Ran now reacted, feeling out of place, and coughed dryly, looking away, "Nothing."

Chu Wanning's eyes widened and then narrowed dangerously as he looked furious: "What are you
thinking about, get on your horse and go back."

Mo Ran moved his lips to say "not on a horse, on a wolf", but then swallowed his words at the look on
Chu Wanning's sullen face and the red tips of his ears.

He watched with some regret as Chu Wanning mounted Nao Baijin with great skill and grace, a man of
unparalleled beauty. He thought to himself, "If only Chu Wanning were his, he would have made him
too soft to mount a horse or a wolf, but only in his arms.

He then felt shocked and guilty at the thought, and he subconsciously shook his head.

Chu Wanning saw this move and asked him, "What's wrong? Why are you shaking your head?

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"No no, the Master was right in all his lessons, I was thinking too much."

But it's not about the Nangong Si and Song Qiutong crap.
It's you I'm thinking of

Then Mo Ran thought, "Oh, if only we could break Nao Baijin's legs, so Chu Wanning would have no
wolves to ride and might be willing to take one of his black paws.

He wanted to hug him again, like a man dying of thirst, missing the manna he had once trampled Mo
Ran In these lingering thoughts, he galloped after Chu Wanning all the way back to Xiaoyue schoolyard,
where Song Qiutong and Nangong Si were already waiting.

Song Qiutong sits on the ground, his crystalline jade-like ankles sticking out with bloodstains on them.

It turned out that she had forgotten to tighten her leg in the middle of the run, as Nangong Si had told
her to do, so she had cut her skin on a thorn.

Mo Ran glanced at her legs and feet. They were good looking, but not as good as Chu Wanning's. In her
previous life, she had liked Song Qiutong's feet.

Really blind.

He thinks Chu Wanning is good at everything now, horizontally and vertically, even those cold,
unfeeling, mean eyes, he thinks they are haughty, they are temperament, that's what Chu Wanning
should be, he is so good looking, he is so good looking.

It's good to see that being glared at, scolded and rolled over by him makes your heart blossom and your
grass grow.

"Willing to bet." Nangong Si was cool with the chain of a thousand gold pieces and casually handed it to
Chu Wanning, "This is for the patriarch."
Chu Wanning looked at the chain and said, "Seven-star spirit stones good for raising spirit cores, I do
need them, thank you."

Mo Ran was not happy to hear this and inexplicably muttered next to him, "I'll buy you a better one next
time."

"What?" Chu Wanning didn't catch it and looked back at him.

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Mo Ran saw his eyes so close together, his own face reflected clearly in his pupils, and the distance
between us and you made the astringency in his heart fade a little.

Mo Ran laughed and said, "I said, next time I see something more suitable for your master, I will buy it
back for him."

"Good."

Chu Wanning's crisp and clear agreement made Mo Ran even happier.

He even looked at Nangong Si cautiously, who didn't even care about it, but he even fought with him,
proudly wanting Nangong Si to know that when his master receives something from you, he will politely
say thank you, but not from me, you see, he doesn't see anything strange with me.

Chu Wanning said, "You remember to ask the boss to write a ticket and I'll give you the money two
when I get there."

Mo Ran :""
Ten freshwater grouper were taken out of their pouches and Nangong Si took them to the hunting hut
by the Xiaoyue schoolyard, which had a black and grey hearth outside and all the pots and pans, except
that it looked old and drab, and not like it had been built at the same time as the magnificent meadow.

Chu Wanning's fingertips brushed the fence, stopping at a banner tied to the fence, which had been
battered by the wind and rain and had long since lost its splendid appearance.

Nangong Si came out of the hut with the spices and saw Chu Wanning looking at the banner rope and
laughed, "That was the same year the patriarch left, I tied it here and it's almost rotten."

Chu Wanning did not speak, but simply sighed softly and settled down on a low bench ground from a
wooden stake.

This hunting lodge remains from the days when Nangong Si was just a boy at the Confucianism School
and he used to bring him around the Xiaoyue school grounds.

The fire is quickly built and the grouper is roasted on a branch of fruit wood, the fat dripping from
beneath the charred flesh, giving off a rich, meaty aroma.

Nangong Si gave six to the demon wolves crouching by the wooden fence, while the remaining four
were sprinkled with salt and distributed to the crowd.

Song Qiutong took only a few bites before handing the grilled fish to Nangong Si, who had already
darted through a fatty fish, saying, "I won't eat any more, so please share some for me, my lord."

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Chu Wanning glanced over at them and saw Nangong Si taking the grilled fish and happily eating the
second one. He thought to himself that this Song Qiutong seemed to be a good and gentle person, a
considerate person, and not like the woman who was rumoured to be out of the house.
As he pondered, a lotus leaf was handed to him and the fish on top was finely divided, with the main
thorns removed and the white flesh smelling hot and charred.

Chu Wanning, slightly surprised, turned his head and Mo Ran was putting away the short silver dagger
he was wearing and smiled, "Eat this, Master."

"Where did you get the lotus leaves?"

"I picked it by the way when I was catching fish at the lake earlier." Mo Ran handed him the fish, "Eat it
while it's hot, it won't taste good if it's cold."

Chu Wanning took the lotus leaf and, with a slight ripple in her heart, said, "Thank you."

He really didn't like to eat the spines, and the grouper melted in his mouth, so Chu Wanning ate it piece
by piece without getting tired of it. When it was all gone and the tea hanging over the fire was boiling,
Song Qiutong got up and took down the iron pot, poured a cup for everyone and served it with both
hands.

" Master Chu, please have some tea."

The slender hand holds a small white porcelain cup, the arm is like the white moon, and there is a bit of
vermilion on her wrist.

Chu Wanning suddenly remembered that during the auction at the "Xuanyuan Court", the owner had
said that she had been given a sand bullet on her wrist by the Sage of the Cold Scales, so she thought it
was this one.

Chu Wanning was relieved to think that Nangong Si was a man of pure heartlessness, like a wild horse
on the grasslands, like a lone wolf bent on its own course, with the simple intensity of a sword.
Song Qiutong's tea was served to Mo Ran, who took it, but did not drink it, setting it aside and smiling,
"Aunt Song, I have something for you."

As the Lantern Festival approaches, it's time to guess the lantern riddle.

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As he said this, he took out a thin bracelet, made of mother-of-pearl from the East Sea and Xihe crystal
from Mount Zhurong, which was of great value.

"You wanted to ask for a carp crystal, but unfortunately, my cousin has already taken the stone to make
a sword. I didn't prepare any other congratulatory gift, so I bought this water and fire chain, which
should be suitable for you."

"This is too expensive for Qiutong to accept."

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"Mo Ran laughed, "Besides, the water and fire chain can suppress the fire power, but it is only suitable
for women. "

Song Qiutong looked back at Nangong Si, and only after receiving his approval did he accept the chain
with both hands and bowed respectfully, saying in a gentle voice, "Thank you, Master Mo."

The four of them had tea and sat and chatted for a while.

Chu Wanning was concerned about Nangong Si's life and asked him to make sure that all the details of
the wedding ceremony were in order so that nothing would go wrong.
Nangong Si finished his tea in a couple of gulps, tossed the empty cup in his hands and laughed: "Don't
worry, Master, I go every night. Yesterday I found a pearl missing from Qiutong's gown and had it
reworked immediately."

When he spoke of the wedding ceremony, there was a slight coyness on his always flighty and
uninhibited face.

He looked at Song Qiutong for a moment and laughed, " Qiutong will look great by then."

The words fell on the ears of Song Qiutong's former husband and Mo Ran absentmindedly poured
himself another cup of tea, knowing of course that Song Qiutong was beautiful and had a great sense of
style, but so what?

When Fairy Tramper married the first queen of the Xianxia realm at the Xuyin Mountain festival, he did
not stay in the bridal chamber on the night of the wedding when the phoenix candle shone brightly.

That night, he had had too much to drink, and as the red candles drew in and the tent fell, he picked up
his bride's flushed face and stared at it for a moment. It is always easy to feel the years drowning before
a major ceremony in one's life, even as a Fairy Tramper.

He suddenly felt so surreal, as if his gaze had penetrated the charming sweetness before him and fallen
back to the blizzard that had filled the sky years ago.

When he was naked in the cold wind, when he was dying of hunger and thirst, when he was at the
mercy of someone who licked the rice soup he had brought, when he first came to the summit of death
and life and was anxious, when he stood on tiptoe to fold the begonias under the moon, when he knelt
before Chu Wanning and willow vine added to his body

How could he have ever imagined that one day he would step on all the immortals and become the
reigning Emperor of the world?
"Husband, what are you thinking about?" her lips were softly parted, her eyes gazing, her exhaled
breath sweet and extravagant, just like his high position today.

He seemed to have everything, beauty, status, power

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What could he not be satisfied with today

He could not think of anything unsatisfying, but felt empty, as if he were standing on the top of a craggy
peak, surrounded only by a blur of downturned faces.

He walked among the flattering faces of those who glorified him, who praised him, who knelt to greet
him, who flattered him, one after the other.

He heard someone calling him delicately, with a voice as soft as a peony petal: "Husband, husband."

He felt sick and disgusted, and he tried to get away from the tidal wave of admirers, but the sweet voice
wrapped itself around him like sugar water.

He violently pushed Song Qiutong away, and the charming bride, overwhelmed by the roughness,
collapsed on the scarlet dragon red couch of the bridal chamber, her head trembling with gold and
silver, her pendants rustling, and in the illusion of beads and jewels, Mo Ran felt that everything was so
distorted, so unreal, that the golden light looked like ghost fire, the red candles like tears of blood.

He feels disgusted but doesn't know who he's disgusted with, Song Qiutong or himself for being like this.

He grabbed the door and left.

In a previous life, few people in the world knew that on Fairy Tramper's wedding day, Queen Song
Qiutong was left out in the cold and Mo Ran, dressed in gold and red, pushed open the door to the red
lotus watering hole.

He went in, and after a while the candles in the water pavilion went out, and Song Qiutong's new
husband spent the whole night inside.

It was only at dusk on the second day, when Xue Meng barged up to the top of the Dead and Alive to
cause trouble, that Mo Ran lazily pushed open the door, straightened his dishevelled clothes and, with a
look of lustful insatiability, strode to the front hall.

What happened in the red lotus watering hole that night is a mystery to outsiders.

After bidding farewell to Nangong Si, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran returned to the house where they had
settled.

Chu Wanning suddenly asked, "Nangong just said Song Qiutong was good looking, why are you staring at
her?"

Mo Ran said, "I was thinking about how she would look in a wedding dress."

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Chu Wanning was still seething with jealousy and he flicked his sleeve, his face extremely cold: "Don't
think of other people's fiancées, what do you have to think of?

Mo Ran laughed, "Who said I was thinking of her, I was thinking of how she would look in her wedding
dress, and that's about it. Not half as good as the Master's colours."
""

I had a lot of anger to vent, but I was caught off guard by the little wolfdog licking my palm.

Chu Wanning's face turned white and red for half a day, but he could not say a decent word, and then
he waved his sleeve and said, "The absurdity of the Ghost Master's vision must not be mentioned
again."

Mo Ran sighed in his heart and said, "I didn't want to mention it, you asked me, and I didn't want to lie
to you, compliment you on your good looks, and be mean to you.

But it's also sweet to be mean to you.

When I think of having lost you, I just feel like I've been dipped in a sugar jar for the rest of my life when
you scold me in such high spirits, Chu Wanning

What to do, I can't do it without longing for you.

The days passed quickly and the day of Nangong Si's wedding was just one day away.

The School of Confucianism was already full of guests from all over the world, whether they were young
masters of the great sects, casual practitioners of the rivers and lakes, or even some rich merchants and
magnates who had not come in advance, all gathered in front of the main city on this day. The streets of
Confucianism were illuminated by the reflections of the Milky Way and the stars.

Xue Meng was dragged along by his father to greet the women of similar age.
"Wang Your Mightiness, it's been a long time, nice to meet you... Oh, if it isn't little Mantuo... he's grown
so much, he's so beautiful... come on, Xue Meng, come and say hello to your Uncle Wang."

Xue Meng reluctantly moved over and as soon as she spoke, "Hello Uncle Wang."

Xue Zhengyong slapped him on the back of the head, smiling on his face but gritting his teeth, "It's Uncle
Wang, not Uncle Wang."

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"Hahahaha, the same, all the same, the pride of heaven is indeed so handsome, born like you, Mr. Xue,
you are blessed."

After walking alongside Xue Meng for a while, she said, "The elders pushed us to come out together. Xue
Meng and the elders pushed us to come out together, so Mr. Xue wouldn't not understand."

"Hmm."

"But I'll say it up front, a walk is fine, it's just that I don't really like the kind of heart that Xue Gongzi has.
So don't think about the other side."

"Oh hmm."

Shocked, Xue Meng stopped abruptly, his face grey and black, and waited for little Mantuo.

The little wildflower lifted its chin and looked at Xue Meng's face in a haughty and demonstrative
manner, saying coldly, "I have my own heart, even if you are devoted to me."
"You're sick, aren't you?" Xue Meng exploded, "I," he nodded at himself with a finger, his face full of
shock, "fell in love with you."

"Why else would you have dragged me down a deserted path? Wasn't there a ghost in your heart?"

"Why didn't you say it was a hole in your head?"

Xue Meng's temper flared up, his eyes blazing with anger as he repeated, "I like you, I like you, I."

"What do you like about me so many times, you rascal," said the young Mantuo, who was very strong,
stomped his foot, raised his head and slapped Xue Meng across the face.

Xue Meng was already dizzy with anger, and when he was slapped by the pink hand for no reason at all,
he was about to vomit blood. If it wasn't for Madame Wang who had taught him to be courteous to
women, he would have punched the little Mantuo on the ground and beaten her into a trumpet flower.

At that moment, a man with pale eyes and a high nose came from afar. When she saw him, little Mantuo
froze and then, in a flash, her tears filled her eyes and she ran straight towards him with a delicate voice
saying, "Mr. Mei".

The man who came along was none other than Mei Hanxue. He had not expected to meet anyone else
on such an isolated path, and was obviously stunned for a moment. The girl was caught unawares and
fell to the ground with a cry of surprise as she hit the boundary with the power of lightning flowing
through it.

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Mei Hanxue had no intention of helping her either, and looked down at her with a frown, "Girl, you've
mistaken her for someone else."
"How could it be wrong? How could it be wrong? That year you promised me a golden scented bag,
saying that if you saw me once, you would never forget it again, and that when I was eighteen, you
would come and marry me, have you you forgotten all that?"

Mei Hanxue :""

"Lord Mei"

"You're really mistaken." Mei Hanxue said no more, just shook her head, dropped the words, and
walked past the girl with tears in her eyes.

Xue Meng witnessed the scene and felt nothing but good anger and relief at the same time.

The first time I saw this was at Mei Hanxue, where the seed of flirtatiousness was really not recognizable
when he pulled up his trousers, so thin-skinned that it was no wonder he only dared to pick the side
streets on such occasions.

It's a relief because he didn't expect that little Mantuo would fall in love with Mei Hanxue, who is just
like his name, a womanizer and a ruthless man who is said to have two different faces before and after
hitting on women.

Mei Hanxue walked up to him, narrowed her light glazed eyes and looked at him sideways for a
moment.

Xue Meng thought, "What are you looking at? How dare you look at me like this? You are famous for
your flowers and I am famous for my prestige.

So he tilted his head proudly, sweeping Mei Hanxue with the end of his eyes like a two-hundred-year-
old, ready to grunt rather majestically, rather contemptuously, when the two men were completely on
the wrong side of the shoulder.
"Why is your face swollen?"

Unexpectedly, Mei Hanxue stopped halfway and stopped in her tracks, standing in front of him, a
stone's throw away, and looking at him indifferently.

"It's quite chic to be swollen."

Xue Meng, still unable to catch her breath, gave a proud "grunt".

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Mei Hanxue :""

"" Xue Meng's face quickly turned red and she snapped her head around with a fierce, murderous look
on her face, "What do you care if I fall on my face when I walk?"

"Then you'd better watch your step from now on." Mei Hanxue said calmly, "It's not easy to fall like
that."

Xue Meng was left standing in the same place for a long time before he jumped to his feet in anger and
said, "Mei Hanxue, you hairy grandson, you, you wait for me and I will not stand against you."

In a rush, Xue Meng ran out of the garden with her eyes red with anger and bumped into a man's chest.

Xue Meng was furious and scolded, "What the hell is walking around with no eyes?"
When he looked up, he saw a tall, dashing man in green, his clothes embroidered with golden silk
threads and a crown of jade hair from Lonely Moonlit, with two curtains of long, soft eyelashes hanging
in front of his eyes.

The man pushed Xue Meng away and straightened his clothes, he seemed to be in a bad mood too, his
long fingers smoothed out the folds in front of his lapel inch by inch, Xue Meng saw the Xuanwu silver
finger ring on his index finger and froze for a moment, suddenly startled: " Jiang Xi "

Jiang Xi, the head of Lonely Moonlit and the richest man in the world

This man is of a similar age to Xue Zhengyong, but with a different mentality, and Jiang Xi's looks remain
in his twenties.

At the Lingshan Mountain Conference, Jiang Xi was the only one missing from the Ten Masters. At that
time, Xue Meng wondered what this absent man looked like.

Jiang Xi was sullen but not in a good mood: "The name of a sect master is also a ridiculous one for you to
call."

When Xue Meng heard this, he felt a hundred times more humiliated than what Mei Hanxue had
suffered there, and immediately said angrily, "What's wrong? "

"How unruly" Jiang Xi said morosely, "whose disciple are you?"

"Why should I answer you when you ask? What kind of Lonely Moonlit group of rats follow your orders
and I have to buy your account?

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" Xue Meng "

A soft voice suddenly sounded, and Xue Meng stopped talking sharply, staggering Jiang Xi and looking
behind him.

She had probably heard Xue Meng's unruly comments, so she looked a little pale and anxious, and
hurriedly stopped her, "Xue Meng, stop it, come over here and come to Mother."

Xue Meng gave Jiang Xi another vicious glare and flung herself towards Madam Wang, bowing her head
obsequiously, " Mother."

Jiang Xi stood still for a moment and also turned back slowly, narrowing his eyes, which were clearly
born so beautifully, but shone with an unmistakable light of malice.

He looked at the mother and son from a distance and said coldly, "Oh, this is Xue Meng, the son of Xue
Zhengyong, the pride of heaven."

Madame Wang: ""

Jiang Xi's eyelashes twitched for a moment, then he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again,
they were filled with mockery: "You are worthy of being Xue Zhengyong's seed, you are so well-bred."

"Don't you dare insult my father."

" Xue Meng" Madam Wang immediately tugged him and pulled him behind herself, then with a white
face, she and Jiang Xi bowed, "My dog son, Xue Meng, is used to being capricious, so please don't take
offense, Master Jiang."
"Jiang Xi, like a viper, swallowed those three words slowly after dipping them between his moist lips and
teeth for a moment, then said, "No matter. At least he has half of your blood in him, so I can recognize
him as a god-nephew."

"Who wants to be your god-nephew? Don't even look at your ugly face, get lost."

" Xue Meng "

Jiang Xi smiled coldly and stared at Xue Meng for a moment before her eyes slowly shifted and fell on
Madame Wang's face, who lowered her eyes and said, "Please don't joke around anymore, Master, I am
no longer a disciple of Lonely Moonlit, so how can I discuss seniority with Master anymore?"

"Good." Jiang Xi nodded and said coldly, "Good, very good. Today, I have seen a deceased person and
his son, which has really opened my eyes. I don't know how this filthy place at the top of death and life
nurtures people, even a good white magnolia can be covered in mud and dust."

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" Jiang Xi, you say another fucking word and I'll rip your mouth off."

When Xue Meng heard this man insult his mother in front of him, his blood rushed to his head and he
was about to rush forward regardless of the situation.

"The banquet will be held at the Hall of Poetry and Music at 10 o'clock, please come and enjoy the
banquet."

Jiang Xi gave Xue Meng a cold look and turned around with his sleeves flung out, leaving the city.

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Why do I feel like I wanna ship xue meng x mei huxien? ( ；∀；)

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Chapter 158: The Master's Wedding Wine

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The first day is the reception feast, held the night before the wedding ceremony, which is, as the name
suggests, a reception for all the guests. But the biggest event of the evening was not at the banquet, but
in the hunting grounds. In the evening, before the sun sets, a respected elder will bring three red silk-
tied deer into the woodland garden, where the groom's father will select 22 unmarried men and women
to compete for the deer.

The three antlered deer, one of which is worth 10 million dollars, are just a gimmick played by rich
schools like Confucianism School and Lonely Moonlit.

Looking down from inside the hall, the hunting forest is shrouded in the sunset light.

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The guests arrived one after another to pay their respects to Nan Gongliu, and Nan Gongliu politely
returned the greetings and invited them to the table, no matter how high or low they were.

"And I wonder which guests Nangong's master will let down into the forest garden for the deer."

"If you think about it, the one who wins the spirit-horned deer will be rewarded with ten million dollars,
and the others who don't win the deer will also get other spirit beasts caught in the forest, or immortal
fruits. There's nothing better in this world."
The doors of the palace suddenly opened as a lively discussion was going on, and Nangong Si and Song
Qiutong came up to the platform together, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, intertwined in gold
and red, and they came together in front of the Master.

Nan Gongliu rose, nodded with a smile and said in a loud voice, "It is a great honour for you all to come
to the Confucianism School and attend my son's wedding ceremony.

The guests below then cooed in a wave, "How polite of the Master."

"The young gentleman and the young lady are a match made in heaven."

"Yeah yeah yeah."

The flattering words were almost identical to those he had heard from his fans in his previous life when
he was married, and Mo Ran was bored by them.

Ye Wangxi, her eyes downcast and still simply dressed, is minding her own business as she eats from her
bowl, never looking up at Nangong Si.

He looked and acted as he always did, even more calmly than usual, perhaps because he had always had
a hard time, so that such a man was already well aware that he was powerless to fight against his fate.
Looking at him, Mo Ran suddenly recalls a pagoda lantern that he loved to sell in the night market when
he was a child.

The lanterns were exquisitely made, with every tile outlined, but the old craftsman demanded a high
price, so although the lanterns were good, they never sold. Mo Ran could not afford it either, but almost
every night he would wait for the night market to open and go to the stall to look at it for a while, as the
shadows of the pontoon lights flowed and the glow of the lanterns illuminated the dark eyes of the boy.
One day, a young man and woman arrived, dressed in silk and silk, and the young girl took a glance at
the pagoda lantern and said she liked it, and the man beside her paid for it and sold it.

The pagoda was taken away and Mo Ran tilted his head as he watched the old artist take it down from
the wooden stand where it had been hung for so long and hand it over to the young girl with both
hands, the swaying lights finally illuminating Mo Ran's longing face before disappearing with the pair at
the end of the night market's sky street.

Mo Ran found it very difficult at the time, but he was good and calm.

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He was the same as Ye Wangxi is now. In fact, from the first moment they saw the pagoda lantern, they
knew that such a magnificent object was not destined to belong to them. In fact, every night when they
were illuminated by the pagoda, they had rehearsed in their minds the loss of this light a million times.

It is not a matter of letting go and being able to release.

Rather, from the very beginning, it was so sober that it knew how it would end that it never dared to
pick it up.

"Come, come, let's cast lots, let's cast lots." The Confucianism School's head servant came to the throne
with a big bronze divorce with a smile on his face, held it above his head and presented it to Nan
Gongliu, "Master, the auspicious time has come, please cast lots! "

"Well come on Nangong, palmist to catch one."

Nan Gongliu said with a smile, "Then I will respectfully draw twenty-two sticks, and all the young heroes
and heroines who have been drawn, please do not hesitate to show up and participate in the night hunt.
If there is anyone who does not wish to go, then please say so in advance, thank you very much."
After waiting for a while, the daughters of a few small sects, with low cultivation and timid, asked their
parents to go up and say that the Nangong master should take their names away from the divorce in
advance.

Xu Shuanglin looked at Ye Wangxi for a moment, smiled lazily and asked, " Little Ye Zi want to go and
have some fun? If you want to go, I will do a trick for you and open a secret door."

"I won't go." Ye Wangxi said, "Righteous Father, I beg you to speak to the Master and remove my name
as well."

"How can that be, in case you win, there's 10 million gold."

Ye Wangxi :""

Xu Shuanglin, who was far more unruly than his adopted son, thought for a moment, a wilful smile
curling up at the corners of his mouth as he said, "Then if you don't want to go, I'll go."

"You are already forty years old, Father."

"Why, I look young. When I go and shoot all three of those deer back, thirty million gold will be in my
hand. If you don't take the cross-wealth, the earth will be destroyed and the sky will be destroyed."

Xu Shuanglin was so determined that he didn't see his righteous son's frustration at all, slipping on his
shoes and going to Nan Gongliu with a smile on his face. When he whispered a few words to Nan
Gongliu, people would have thought that he was going to take Ye Wangxi's signature, but who knew
that he loved money so much that he wanted to go in and play with it himself.

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Nan Gongliu quickly picked out the guests for the deer.

"Shen Feng, Lin Sheng, Qu Yanran"

Elder Shuanglin, on the other hand, stood by, taking a handful of signatures from the Master's hand and
reporting them one by one, slowly and methodically; "Oh this is a bit impressive, the pride of heaven,
Xue Meng ."

Soon all twenty-one people had been chosen, and the last one was still missing. Nan Gongliu, knowing
the nature of his elder, did not stop him, but smiled helplessly and gave each of them a sparkler.

"Deer hunters, cite the letter as proof, after three letters have sounded, it means that all three spirit-
horned deer have been caught, and the hunt is over." Nan Gongliu said, "We will then welcome you all
back in person at Xiaoyue schoolyard, and the winner will be rewarded with ten million pieces of gold."

The crowd applauded lustily at the sight, all cheering on their acquaintance.

Nan Gongliu smiled again and said, "In addition, at the behest of my son, I would like to add another
clause: the one who wins the first prize will be rewarded with ten demon wolves. Make a blood contract
and take it home"

Demon Wolf

Such a precious spirit animal is hard to find on the black market, and ten of them

The hall was abuzz with excitement and some people couldn't help but stand up and shout towards the
chosen fellow disciple, "Brother, it's up to you if you take first place, I'll paint your boots for you for a
year afterwards"
Laughter.

Some female cultivators were not convinced and shouted loudly, "Brother, compare them all, if you win,
I will promise to have a double marriage with you"

"Wow this is good, this is awesome, hahaha who's a fairy girl that hot"

The hall of poetry and music was filled with laughter, and those who had been lacking in interest had
some anticipation in their eyes as they watched the grand bustle with their glasses of wine.

Mo Ran left the table amidst laughter and spoke to Chu Wanning, "Master, I will accompany Xue Meng
to the hunting ground first, you sit and eat and drink well until I return."

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Chu Wanning said, "Go on, tell Xue Meng to be careful, he's too reckless."

"Good."

Mo Ran and the rest of the 20 men and women walked down the magnificent, illuminated hall, and Chu
Wanning watched the handsome figures of the young men and women disappear into the night and
drank from his glass.

He felt that there would be money at the top of death and life to turn around and build an aura stone
path at Lower Fairy World, and he had the most confidence in his pupil.

30 million gold at your fingertips.

The young man entered the forest, but in a flash, Mo Ran sent Xue Meng back before he had time to
return, the sky exploded with the first bright red smoke and fire. "

Li Wuxin of Jade Lake Villa, sitting next to Nan Gongliu, smiled at his words and said, "If you are
interested, why don't we have a bet on the 22 young talents to see who will win the game?

The crowd seconded the motion, so twenty-two wooden sticks with names on them were placed on a
long table, with red silk underneath accordingly, and those who wished to place bets came forward to
write down their chips and their names.

Xue Zhengyong turned to Chu Wanning and muttered: "Jade Lake Villa is only offering 50,000, so little, is
the old man Li really poor?"

Chu Wanning said, "A little gambling is good for the soul, but a lot of gambling is bad for the body."

Xue Zhengyong then asked Chu Wanning with a grin, "Let's have a little fun too".

Chu Wanning looked at him sharply and did not say a word. Xue Zhengyong's neck twitched as he looked
at him and said, "Fine, fine, I know you don't like it, then."

"What is Yee Yee doing." Elder Yu Heng untied his money bag and slapped it on the table, saying with an
expressionless face, "If you want to come, come and hurt yourself."

""

Xue Zhengyong stared at him for a moment, as if he had seen a ghost, before asking, "How much is the
bet?"

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"Three hundred thousand."

"What happens when so much is lost?"

"It won't pay." Chu Wanning said, "Don't you want to build spiritual stone roads? Get some more money
together and you can build more in those villages where the miasma is particularly bad."

Xue Zhengyong: "Really, Xue Meng is going to lose"

"It won't be lost, your son, you should know better than I do."

""

Seeing that Xue Zhengyong was still apprehensive, Chu Wanning said dryly, "I'll take the loss, you take
the win, go ahead.

The thick silk was filled with names one after another, and the smaller sects that didn't really want to
gamble could not resist spending a little money to try their luck.

Nangong Si saw the fun and got up to gamble, but Song Qiutong stopped him: "Husband, why are you
going too?"

"Win some money two buy you jewellery."

Song Qiutong stopped talking and dropped his face in silence, his hair falling in front of his forehead,
making him look blushing and pitying. Chu Wanning glanced over at the newlyweds' sweetness and felt
uncomfortable, so he quickly turned his head back and did not see the unsettled look on Song Qiutong's
face.
Nangong Si smiled, took his pen and walked around the long table, about to pick a candidate and write a
chip, when he heard a sharp sound behind him, and in a flash of lightning, Nangong Si reacted like a
wolf. It struck the main pillar of the hall with a thud.

Powder splatter, into the wood

"What people?"

"There are assassins."

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"Stand by to blow the martial law whistle."

The sharp whistle rang out across the seventy-two houses, and the hall of poetry and music, where the
singing platform had been warm and happy, was suddenly in chaos, with swords drawn in all directions.

Nangong Si's eyes were obscure, with a vicious glint dripping from them, and he wiped the blood from
his cheeks as he strode up to the pillar and looked up.

It was just an ordinary feathered arrow that had pierced the depths of the hard heather, and the arrow
carried a small bamboo tube, which Nangong Si removed with a sullen face and, with vicious canine
teeth, bit through the sealing wax and a letter fell out.

Nangong Si unfolded the letterhead and read the first paragraph with a stern face, then suddenly his
face changed dramatically, his fingers squeezed tightly and he read it again in disbelief.

" Nangong Si, what's wrong"

Nangong Si raising his head, nose wrinkled, face scowling, almost leopard-transformed.

"It's a disinformation campaign."

He said he was going to destroy the letter.

Nan Gongliu, however, was one step ahead of him and raised his hand, trapping his son with his spiritual
power, and said in a low voice, "What's going on? Give me the letter."

"Father need not read it, it is but a paper of absurd words"

Nan Gongliu did not listen and waved his hand for his men to take the letter from Nangong Si's hands,
who was immobilised. He took the letter, scanned it and gave Song Qiutong a quick glance, and his face
instantly turned ugly. "

"What is it, really?"

On the eaves, a low voice suddenly came from the corner.

Ye Wangxi drew his sword and crossed it in front of Nangong Si, while Chu Wanning also stood up and
stared at the sound.

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" Master Nangong, I kindly reminded you not to let your son marry a watery woman for no reason, but
instead of listening, you said I was full of absurdities, which really opened my eyes."

Before the words ended, a black shadow flashed by and when the others saw him clearly, he was
already standing in the middle of the hall with his arms folded, in the midst of a huge crowd.

"Ah."

"Run, run away."

Those who were close were instantly shocked, and the tide suddenly fell away, spreading out in an
unoccupied circle around him in an instant, the elder brothers protecting the younger brothers and
sisters, the master protecting his disciples, the strong protecting the younger.

The man in black, wearing a hideous bronze mask and an inky black cloak, said indifferently, "What are
you running from? If I wanted to hurt anyone, there would have been blood in this hall long ago. All
stand still."

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MO RAN, HURRY AND COME SAVE YOUR WANGNING!!!!

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Chapter 159: Master, I'm Most Afraid of Heavenly Questions

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Nan Gongliu seemed calm, but beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead. He had a good
idea of his strength and felt that what he had said was true. "

"I told you, I was only trying to warn you, not to let your son marry someone he shouldn't."

As soon as he said this, all the guests around the room couldn't help but steal a glance at each other.
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The story of the affair between Ye Wangxi of the Confucianism School and Song Qiutong has long been
known in the streets, and is so well known that only Nangong Si himself, and Nan Gongliu, I am afraid,
do not know about it.

But the wedding invitation had already been sent, the marriage contract had already been signed, and if
he were to renege now, what face would the Confucianism School have to save? Nan Gongliu's lips
twitched for a moment before he let out a cold hum and said, "Whomever my son marries, he should
marry as long as he likes, and it is not for outsiders to worry about."

The man in black laughed, "How generous of you, Master, to be indifferent to whether Song Qiutong's
heart belongs to your Nangong family or to his Ye family."

Song Qiutong was furious, her face was white and her eyes were wide open as she cried out, "You're
spitting blood!"

"I'm not spitting blood, you and Ye Wangxi, don't you know what you two have done?"

Ye Wangxi didn't expect to see himself mentioned, so he was stunned for a moment. He froze for half a
day before he realised what the man in black was saying, but his first reaction wasn't anger, it was
laughter.

"What are you babbling about?"

"I have not spoken nonsense, but my words are true, I have seen it with my own eyes." The man in black
spoke with a clear head, "You spared no expense to free Song Qiutong down at Xuanyuan Court, this is
known to all cultivators in the world, heavy money to buy a beauty back, Lord Ye, what are your
intentions"
"I saw him in pity and could not bear to stand by."

"You saved her and set her free, so why did you take her with you in and out of the house and send her
back to the School of Confucianism with you and make her your attendant?"

"If I were to let her go, I fear that she would immediately be targeted by the wrong people, so I brought
her back to the School of Confucianism and gave her a place to stay."

"A good place to stay, Mr. Ye is really a willow man, spending his days in the company of a beautiful
woman, without the slightest transgression."

The man in black spoke rather mockingly, but Ye Wangxi was unashamed at the sound of his words and
said, "Ye have no shame in asking."

Most of these people are from Upper Fairy World, and if they get the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat, they
will protect it in their arms even if their heads are broken, or just stew it and eat it, who will believe Ye
Wangxi is innocent?

So the group exchanged glances with each other, all with a look of contempt and some obvious pleasure
in prying into people's privacy in an otherwise anxious atmosphere.

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Nangong Si said gloomily, "I think your Excellency has nothing better to do than to take advantage of this
time to discredit me, the School of Confucianism. What does it matter to you who I marry? It is not
necessary to say anything, so go away from where you came from."

" You are really ungrateful, Prince Nangong." The man in black paced around the hall, he walked in a
circle and suddenly stopped a short distance in front of Song Qiutong, laughed twice at her and spoke, "
Aunt Song Niang, your husband trusts you so blindly, no wonder you can stand in this place without a
blush on your face, standing as the Confucianism School young master lady."

Song Qiutong was far less calm than the other two, and she said nervously, "Don't insult my innocence."

"The man in black spoke eloquently, "Soon after you were rescued by him, you volunteered to serve
him, and when you two met in private you thought no one was around to see you, but you didn't know
that I was watching from the shadows. "

Song Qiutong suddenly shouted, interrupting him, "You're talking nonsense."

"If I'm talking nonsense, why are you shaking?"

"I'm, I'm angry," she said, looking at Nangong Si in fear, "My lord."

Nangong Si returned to her side, shielding her behind him, his wolf-like eyes fixed on the man in black:
"Don't you ever spit blood again."

"Whether it is a blood libel or not, I will tell you one thing, and you will know." The man in black
laughed, " Mr Nangong, this Song Beauty of yours has a red mole on her left thigh, yes or no."

Nangong Si was stunned by the words, "You"

"It was about the size of a grain of rice and brightly coloured, not dark red but blood red. If I hadn't seen
her having fun with Lord Ye with my own eyes, how could I have been so clear about such details on
her"

"This."
"My lord," Song Qiutong said in a panic, tugging at Nangong Si's sleeve and saying tearfully, "No, no, he
has wronged me.

"What's there to see in your bath," the man in black interrupted, somewhat unhappy, "why don't you go
to the top of death and life and watch Elder Yu Heng bathe and dress."

The story of Elder Yu Heng being peeked at by a female disciple in the bath was also a popular anecdote
in the Xianxia community, and when it was mentioned, the crowd felt a little amused.

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The man in black walked around Nangong Si and Song Qiutong and suddenly seemed to think of
something and laughed, "Right, I suddenly remembered something, when Mr. Ye photographed Aunt
Song's mother, there was a bit of cinnabar on Aunt Song's wrist that was personally ordered by the Holy
Hand of the Cold Scale. If Aunt Song is really pure and innocent, and I am full of filthy words to slander
her, then that bit of vermilion must still be on her wrist."

After a pause, he smiled at Song Qiutong, who was shaking like chaff, and said, "Aunt Song, if you really
want to clear your name, why don't you show us the sand?

Nangong Si was suddenly aware of this and turned back to Song Qiutong to reassure him, "It's okay, you
can show everyone, you"

But when he saw Song Qiutong's lips had faded, his face was as white as paper, and he was trembling,
he was stunned, and after a while, he said, "What happened to you?"

Song Qiutong loosens his grip on Nangong Si's hand and takes a step back, covering his sleeve and
shaking his head in tears.
"No no."

Nangong Si's eyes widened as if he knew what was happening, and he could not speak.

The man in black sneered, "What's the matter, don't dare"

"No, it's not like that I don't know" Song Qiutong crumpled to the ground, tears raining down in a flash,
and said forlornly, "I don't know, I don't know either please let me go"

She covered her sleeve tightly to keep others from seeing it, but such a desire to conceal it was
tantamount to telling everyone that the guardian's sand on her wrist had, indeed, disappeared, as the
man in black had said.

She was pledged as a virgin, but the red stains on her hands disappeared before she was even newly
married.

Now you can't even jump into the Yellow River.

The man in black was about to say more when he suddenly heard a cold, stern voice ringing out not far
from him.

The man in black, for some reason, had a flash of speechlessness in his eyes, and that aggressive aura
inexplicably dissolved into nothingness immediately when he turned to Chu Wanning: ""

Halfway through the day, the man in black sighed.

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Some of those present felt as if they had misheard the man whose upper lip was spewing down to push
people to the brink, and there seemed to be some indulgence in his tone.

" Master Chu is right, but I did not just say that Song and Ye had fornicated before, but only that they
were having an affair, and if we are talking about the time of fornication, it was only about a few days
ago."

Ye Wangxi muttered, "It's ridiculous."

Chu Wanning's face was cold, his aura powerful: "There is no evidence to support your words, allow me
to examine whether they are true or not."

"You."

As he spoke, Chu Wanning's fingertips flashed with a golden light, and the man in black's pupils suddenly
narrowed as he sidestepped Shenwu's heavenly question that came out of the air with a bolt of force.

"The man in black was helpless and amused, his body was so good that Chu Wanning's vine whip could
not wrap around him for a while. The originally tense and treacherous atmosphere suddenly became
somewhat comical and vaguely doting, "Don't hit me, I haven't finished my sentence yet."

"If you want to sue, why don't you take off your mask and talk about it?" Chu Wanning said in a stern
voice, but with a lowered brow.

"If you want me to pick it, I'll pick it for you afterwards, not now."

"Why not?"

"I'm not good looking and intimidate the crowd by the lights."
He dodged behind the wooden pillar and dodged the golden splash of the Heavenly Question and
shouted: " Ye Wangxi, are you not a gentleman? You have no regard for human decency, you bully your
lord's wife, you are a beast with a beast's face and a beast's heart."

Ye Wangxi was furious: "What's all this nonsense about?"

"She knelt before you the other day, saying that she was the fiancée of Nangong Si and asking you to
forgive her and not to entangle with her, but you insisted on not listening. And you said"

Ye Wangxi's face turned blue with anger and she gritted her teeth, "What else did I say that you made
up?"

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"You said," the man in black cleared his throat and changed his tone to imitate Ye Wangxi's, "Aunt Song,
I have thrown away a thousand dollars, but I have made clothes for others, and now you have won the
eyes of Nangong Now that you have won the eye of Prince Nangong, you are going to walk away from
me and cut me off.

At the end, he laughed out loud three times, with the accent of a scoundrel.

Ye Wangxi :""

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Chapter 160: Master, do you still remember the sound changing technique in the inn back then?

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Many of the guests around the table were already looking disdainful, their eyes darting between Ye
Wangxi, Nangong Si and Song Qiutong.
Someone whispered, "What scum."

" Nangong, the Duke is still not angry."

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"So Aunt Song had no choice but to be there... Alas, it's not her fault... what could she do as a girl in
front of two very popular gentlemen?"

Fortunately, he was able to avoid it quickly and was not badly hurt or entangled, but his cloak was still
torn and blood splattered, he grunted and dared not slow down any more, dodging Chu Wanning's
willow vine more diligently, but his mouth still did not let go of Ye Wangxi.

"Mr. Ye, I am afraid that Aunt Song did not dare to admit what happened the other day because she was
afraid of hurting your peace with Mr. Nangong. But the sky is clear, the mirror is clear, don't you have
any sense of shame, don't you want to bow your head in front of everyone and thank them for their
sins?"

Ye Wangxi was extremely angry, but also felt ridiculous and said, "What is Ye's crime?"

"You are not guilty, but Aunt Song is guilty alone. She did not resist, but I think she was forced by you.

At this point, Nangong Si, who had not spoken, suddenly turned around, looked down at Song Qiutong
twice and reached out to help her up.

Song Qiutong thought that he was reaching out to confirm the vermilion sand on her wrist. She woke up
this morning and found that the vermilion on her wrist was missing, so she was in a panic.
I can't believe someone would throw her in such a bad light

When she thought that she had been rescued by Ye Wangxi and that she had once been Ye Wangxi's
attendant, and that she had been clearly pointed out as the red mole on her leg, she was at a loss as to
what to do.

In the confusion, she lifted her moist eyes and looked at the crowd of people who looked at her with
contempt and pity, whispering and talking, and saw Ye Wangxi standing alone, sullen, accused by a
thousand people and spurned by the guests.

The man in black was still being chased by Master Chu's willow vine, and he kept yelling, "Ye Wangxi,
you and I have a long-standing grudge, and today I will expose you as the hypocrite you are.

Song Qiutong was stunned, almost as if he had suddenly realised what he should do, it was impossible
to clear his name.

She could not afford to commit fornication, but if she went along with the man in black and said she had
been forced to do so by Ye Wangxi, then at least

She shouted almost hysterically, "He did this to me"

Nangong Si's hand froze violently and he stood still, stunned, as if he could not believe that his fiancée
had actually been defiled by his father's right-hand man, and his whole body was stunned.

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Song Qiutong hid her face and choked back sobs, "Yes, it was Ye Gongzi who insulted me, he he forced
me I never agreed"
Nangong Si stared at her, the candlelight flickering, his gaze suddenly cloudy and sunny, and then he
dropped his hand to take Song Qiutong's, his voice hoarse and sparking: "You know what you're talking
about."

I'm afraid that if I tell you, it will make you and your son angry, and he is so highly valued by the master,
if you are at odds with him, Confucianism School will not be able to do anything. The school of
Confucianism is a very good place to be," she said, crouching down, her long sleeves on the ground, her
slender shoulders shivering, looking sad and sorrowful.

"Qiutong doesn't know what to do, and he doesn't dare to ask the Master to make a decision, so he can
only hide the humiliation he has suffered.

Nangong Si, however, turned pale, stepped back, shook his head and repeated under his breath, "Do
you know that you know what you are saying?"

Song Qiutong's green hair was spread all over her shoulders, and in the shadow of the lamp she was
brimming with light like silk, which made her whole person more pitiful.

Nangong Si interrupted her with a steep bellow, "Do you know what you have said"

"I" Song Qiutong's body trembled violently as he drank, and she looked up, her face moist with tears,
her lips trembling, "I"

"How could you do such a thing? How could you? How could you do such a thing?"

When they heard Nangong Si's words, they exchanged glances with each other, and some even said in a
soft voice, "I have long heard that the Confucianism School respects men and women are inferior. It is
really chilling that Nangong Si blamed not Ye Wangxi but Aunt Song, who was humiliated for nothing."

"Yeah, he's a real goody-goody."

Chu Wanning, who had already withdrawn his willow vine when he heard Song Qiutong's own
admission, was a little confused by Nangong Si's reaction.

As far as he could remember, Nangong Si, although occasionally arrogant and capricious, was still a
person of good character and not such an unreasonable person, and if this was true, Ye Wangxi should
have been held responsible for the fault, not Song Qiutong.

But now it seems that Nangong Si's anger is all on Song Qiutong's shoulders.

Amongst the guests, Mei Hanxue was the only one sitting peacefully at the table, drinking and watching
the action. If Xue Meng had been here at the moment, she would have noticed that Mei Hanxue looked
completely different from what she had just seen.

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Song Qiutong was still sobbing, blaming all the scandals on Ye Wangxi, who was so shocked by her
accusations that she could not say a word, but looked at the woman she had photographed from
Xuanyuan Court with wide eyes.

"It was Qiutong who was weak and did not have the courage to kill herself to prove her innocence
before Mr. Ye made a pass at her. Qiutong is a floating body, and everything I've learned has been given
to me by you. Now that I know I've done wrong, I'm at your mercy."

After listening to her wails, Nangong Si leans back and closes his eyes.

The lights, which had been so lively and welcoming, now shone on his face, but dark shadows swirled,
and his eyelashes twitched as if he was trying to hold something down.
His palms were fists, no flesh was left, his throat knotted and tumbling, as did his heart. He endured, his
cheekbones cold, his forehead sinewy, his bones trembling and trembling, his blood flowing and
burning.

He could not hold back, and with an angry curse he rose up, drew his sword and cut the table in front of
Song Qiutong in two.

"Song Qiutong, do you know that the thing I hate most in life, the thing I hate most, the thing I can't
tolerate most, is lying", he said, "Ye Wangxi".

" young master ."

" Ye Wangxi you come here"

""

He turned back suddenly, his eyes red and moist: "Come here."

Ye Wangxi walked over to him, and the spectators felt that the next moment Nangong Si's sword would
be poked straight into Ye Wangxi's chest, ripping out the heart of the false beast and flinging it to the
ground, and they stared at the scene with bated breath.

Nangong Si gasped and stared at Ye Wangxi for a moment before hissing, "You, unlock the sound-
changing spell."

"Sound Changing" The crowd was stunned and looked at each other, "What's this about sound
changing"
"Yeah, hey, but it's weird, what does this Ye Wangxi need to do with his voice change? Is his original
voice so scary that it scares people or is there something unpleasant about his original voice"

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Ye Wangxi, however, said with downcast eyes, "Young master, it's impossible to solve."

Nangong Si stared at him in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"Since I was thirteen years old, I have been using this voice for ten years, and the voice changing
technique has penetrated deep into my spiritual core." Ye Wangxi paused and said calmly, "It will never
be possible to regain the original voice."

"" Nangong Si took a step back, horrified, and after a long moment looked up at the obscure looking
man on the high seat and murmured, "Father."

Nan Gongliu finally spoke up: "Nangong Si, it's a pity, but the change of voice was really Ye Wangxi's own
volition, and now it's come to this, which was unexpected. You don't have to think about it."

"But."

Nan Gongliu stepped down from the platform and stood behind the stacked guards, standing with his
arms folded, "I know that you have been a friend to Ye Wangxi, and I am grateful to him for his loyalty
and devotion to duty over the years. But one thing is not the same as another, but his fornication with
Song Qiutong, his reckless disregard for human decency, and his deception of his master, is a capital
crime."

Nangong Si was stunned when Nan Gongliu said, "Father".

Nan Gongliu waved his hand, and a blue light flashed, and Nangong Si was immediately enveloped in a
boundary of bondage. The Confucianism School had once been the scene of a patricide, so the
headmaster's son had signed a blood contract with his father when he was a child.

The words he shouted inside the boundary were even more sealed, and could not be transmitted
outside at all

It would be better to admit that Ye Wangxi was having an affair with Song Qiutong than to reveal other
secrets of the Confucianism School. Nan Gongliu came to the man in black, bowed his hand, and said, "I
don't know what kind of trouble you have with Ye Wangxi, but thanks to your advice today, I would have
had a bad time in my family.

The man in black said indifferently, " Nangong Master is polite."

"Men, arrest Ye Wangxi and bring him to me immediately."

"Slow down."

The sudden stop of the man in black made Nan Gongliu feel uneasy, but his face remained unmoving
and he smiled: "What more can you tell me, sir?"

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"I was wondering, your son only said a couple of words about the sound changing technique, Master
Your Mightiness, why the rush to have Lord Ye imprisoned"

"Ahem, this is a personal matter for me at the School of Confucianism, so I am not at liberty to go into it
here."
The man in black laughed, "Your Mightiness, for the sake of the Confucianism School's face, really knows
what it means to abandon a pawn to save a chariot. Poor Aunt Ye Niang has been working for your
school for more than ten years, but now you have caused her to suffer in order to save your own
dignity."

The others had not yet reacted to these words, but Nan Gongliu's face changed violently.

Seated, Mei Hanxue smiles, pours another jug of wine, takes a sip, and sets it down again.

Nan Gongliu's face looked a little waxy in the candlelight, and after a long time, he asked with a smile on
his face, "What Aunt Ye Mr. Mother you"

The man in black's gaze was blazing, and his voice echoed clearly and loudly through the great hall, one
word at a time, one startling word at a time.

" Ye Wangxi, not a man at all."

Published at: 01/14/2022 14:00

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02/11/2023 05:24

"Mei Hanxue smiles, pours another jug of wine, takes a sip" suddenly I like him very much he have a
similar name to me too haha

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