140.

Shizun, turn over

141. Shizun, don't!

142. Shizun, this is torture.

143. Shizun used to be the white moonlight, the blood at the tip of your heart, unlucky fate

144. Shizun, I like you

145. Shizun has a meal partner

146. Shizun, she wants to have a relationship but it has nothing to do with me

147. Shizun, you have something to say

148. Shizun’s respect for nature

149. Shizun, I can’t stand up

140. Shizun, turn over

That night, Chu Wanning had a dream, but unfortunately it was not a good
dream.

In his dream, he had returned to the year of Tianchao in Cai butterfly Town.

It was snowing heavily in the leaden sky. Shi Mei could not hold on any
longer, and his heart was pierced by a ghost. He fell from the coiling dragon
pillar into the endless snow. Mo Ran ran over and carried the bleeding Shi
Mei. He knelt at his feet and begged him to help him.

Save his disciple.

He wanted to save him as well, but under the effects of the Twin Seals, his
wounds were as severe as Shi Mei’s.

His face was pale and he did not say a word. He was afraid that if he spoke,
he would choke out blood and the ghosts around him would rush over and
tear them to shreds.

"Shizun... Please... I beg you …"

Mo Ran was crying and kowtowing to him.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes and fled in the end...

Shi Mei died.

Mo Ran never forgave him again.

He dreamt of the Bridge of Nahe at the SiSheng Peak. It was during the cold
spring, when the rain fell, and the tender sprouts of the spring trees were
moistened by the rain. The bluestone path beneath his feet seemed endless.
He walked alone with an umbrella.

Suddenly, he saw another person walking over from the other side of the
bridge. He was dressed in black and did not hold an umbrella. He was
holding a stack of books wrapped in a piece of parchment and was walking
towards him. Chu Wanning slowed down his pace.

The man obviously saw him too, but his pace did not slow. He only lifted his
wet eyelashes and glanced at him without feeling.

Chu Wanning wanted to call out to him, to say: Mo Ran…

Mo Ran did not give him any chance to speak. He carried his book and
walked the far left side of the Bridge of Nahe. Another inch and he would be
in the river — just to stay away from Shizun, who was walking on the right,
just a little further.

They were halfway across the bridge.

A person who used to hold umbrellas, walking in the rain, a person who was
not used to holding umbrellas, also walking in the rain.

Then they passed each other.

The head of the person in the rain walked away, and the person holding the
umbrella stopped and stood in place.

The rain pattered on the umbrella. Chu Wanning stood there for a long time,
his legs numb from the rain. It was as if the cold moisture in his body had
seeped into his bones.

He suddenly felt very tired and couldn't walk anymore.

Dreamscape darkened.

It was heavy and cold.

It was as cold as rain, as heavy as legs that could no longer move.

In his dreams, Chu Wanning turned his body over, shrinking down to a small
size. Something trickled down from the corner of his eye and moistened the
pillow. He vaguely knew that this was only a dream, but why was it so real?
The truth was so clear that he could feel the hatred, disappointment, and
derisiveness of Mo Ran.

However... Is that all?

Is this the end?

He was unwilling. It was as if his unwillingness caused the surrounding light

to shine again.

It was still a dream. It had been many months since Shi Mei's death.
Mo Ran's personality became more and more gloomy as he talked less and
less. However, he still came to all the cultivation classes, but he just listened
to them and didn't say anything to Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning did not explain why he did not save Shi Mei. He had seen Mo
Ran's attitude, and he knew it was useless to say anything about it now that
things had come to this.

Today's cultivation class, Mo Ran followed the instructions and stood at the
top of a pine tree to train his spirit energy.

However, for some reason, he suddenly lost his stamina and fell straight
down. Chu Wanning didn't have time to think, he quickly rushed over to
help him, but he was too busy casting spells, the two of them heavily fell
from the treetops and landed on the ground.

Fortunately, the soil was soft and there was a thick layer of pine needles on
the ground. Neither of them were injured from the fall, but Chu Wanning's
wrist was cut by a sharp branch. There was a hideous cut on it, and blood
flowed out.

Mo Ran looked at his wound, then for the first time in months, he raised his
eyes and looked at Chu Wanning's face.

Finally he said, "Shizun, you're bleeding."

His tone was somewhat numb, but what he said was a sentence that eased
the tension.

"I have some ointment and bandages in my pocket, let's deal with them."
They sat in the dense coniferous forest. The air was filled with the fragrance
of pine and cypress. Chu Wanning did not say anything. He looked at Mo
Ran lowering his head and silently bandaged himself one after another.

The young man's eyelashes trembled, but Chu Wanning could not see the
expression on his face. For a moment, he wanted to gather enough courage
and ask:

Mo Ran, do you really hate me that much?

But at that time, the wind was too slow, the sun was too warm, and there
were birds chirping and insects chirping in the leaves. His injured hand was
quietly held by Mo Ran, and he was taking care of the bandages.

In the end, he did not ask about it, nor did he try to break this painting.

He suddenly felt that the answer wasn't that important. What was
important was that in this dream, after Shi Mei had died, his blood and
wounds could still be healed by half an inch.

The next day, when Chu Wanning woke up, he was still in a trance for a
moment.

As he lay on the bed, he could even feel the pain in his arms, as if they were
warm. After a while, he rubbed his face tiredly and found it funny.

What kind of nonsense was he dreaming about?

People always say that you dream day and night. Could it be that when you
see the handsome appearance of Shi Mei, you become depressed? To think
that you could dream about Shi Mei dying …

How ridiculous.

He got dressed and got out of bed. After washing his face and rinsing his
mouth, he quickly forgot about last night's dream.

Today, the village chief and the others were going to make a New Year's
cake.

The New Year's cake is a must on New Year's Eve in order to win the prize.
The japonica rice noodles and the glutinous rice noodles were grinded on
the night before, and then the women and old people had to heat the stove
and cook the powder. This process took quite a bit of effort, but it didn't
require the hands of the young and strong men, so it didn't matter if Chu
Wanning got up a bit later and slowly walked to the end of the line. (TL:
Chinese rice noodle.)

When he arrived, he saw a big pot on the large sunning ground. The half-a-
man tall wooden bucket was steaming hot and was constantly emitting
steam. The Village Head's wife was standing on a short stool, occasionally
filling the pot with rice powder. A few children were running and playing
around the stove. From time to time, they would take out a string of roasted
peanuts and a corn cob from the fire pit.

What surprised Chu Wanning was that Mo Ran was working very early,
helping the village chief's wife to watch the fire. A child ran happily, fell to
the ground, choked and cried loudly.
"How did you fall?" Mo Ran helped her up, dusting off the mud on her body
and said, "Is there any injury?"

"Hand--" The little girl wailed as she raised her dark hands for Mo Ran to
see.

Mo Ran picked her up, took her to the well and washed her hands with a
bucket of clear water. The distance between them was too far, so Chu
Wanning didn't hear what he said to the child, but the little girl was sobbing
and crying. After a while, she burst into laughter, looked up at Mo Ran with
a runny face, and began to talk to Mo Ran chirping.

"..."

Chu Wanning stood quietly at the corner watching him, watching him coax
people, watching him carry the child back to the fire, watching him take the
child back to the pond, watching him pull out a sweet potato from the fire,
peel it carefully and hand it to the little girl.

He just watched.

It was as if he had seen the five years that Mo Weiyu had gone through.

"Ah, Shizun is here?"

"Yes." Only after a long while did Chu Wanning walk to Mo Ran's side and sit
down. He looked at the flames dancing under the boiler for a moment and
said, "What's in it?"
"Peanut, sweet potato, corn. Here you are, I'll roast a candy for you."

"... Sweets can even be roasted? "

"Shizun can't roast it. It'll burn immediately.” Mo Ran laughed, “I think it
would be better if I do it."

As he said this, he took out another malt candy from his pocket and went
outside to the brown paper. He took the poker and turned it over in the
oven, then he immediately put it away and took out the candy, "Hiss, it's a
little hot." He blew on it before passing it to him.

"Taste it."

"..." Chu Wanning was not used to being fed by others, so he reached out for
a piece of candy. The milky-white candy was a little soft and when he
chewed it, the fragrance of milk permeated the air and he said, "Not bad.
Roast one more."

Mo Ran was happy and another one was roasted. Chu Wanning took it in his
hands and ate it himself.

"Give me another one."

"..."

Mo Ran had roasted eight of them in a row. When it reached the ninth one,
some kids ran over to ask Mo Ran for sweet potatoes. Since Mo Ran couldn't
get his hands on them, he had to let Chu Wanning take them.
Chu Wanning picked up the other poker and picked the biggest one. Mo Ran
looked at it and said, "Put this back and take the small one next to you."

"It tastes great."

`
"Unripe" Mo Ran laughed.

Chu Wanning was unconvinced, "How do you know?"

"Believe me, I often roast food in the wild. Take the little one and give it to
him, the little one is sweet. "

The child didn't know what kind of outstanding person Chu Wanning was in
the cultivation world, but seeing that he was willing to pick out sweet
potatoes for him, he leaned over and whispered to him, "Gege , I want to
eat that big one."

"Tell the other big brother. He didn't let you eat it, he said it wasn't cooked."

The child then went to find Mo Ran. "Mo Ran Gege , I want to eat that big
one."

"If you want to eat something big, wait a little longer," Mo Ran said.

"How long will it take?"

"From one to a hundred."

"But I can only count from one to ten …" The child felt wronged.
Mo Ran laughed. "Then you will only eat the small ones."

The little guy had no choice but to sigh and accept the injustice fate had
done to him. He said with a listless face, "Alright, then this little one will be
fine."

Chu Wanning peeled the sweet potato for him. When it was almost done,
the burnt candy was roasted until it was soft. If he didn't eat it now, it would
melt completely. He quickly took it off and passed it to Chu Wanning,
"Shizun, come here, open your mouth."

He still had sweet potatoes in his hand, so he didn't think too much and just
opened his mouth naturally. It wasn't until Mo Ran fed him the warm milk
sugar and rubbed the corner of his mouth with his rough fingers that he
realized he had eaten a candy that his disciple had personally fed him,
causing his ears to turn red.

"More?"

Chu Wanning coughed lightly. Fortunately, the light from the fire was
already warm, reflecting off his face, but it was hard to see the change in his
expression. He said, "No need."

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Just to feed you. There's only one last cow's milk
left. If you eat more, there won't be any more left."

He was lazy to use words because he was relaxed and did not think twice
about it.
Thus, he naturally said the word "feed". However, a disciple would naturally
not dare to speak to his Shizun like that. These two words were filled with
pampering and forcefulness, such as the Shizun feeding the children, the
emperor feeding the wives and concubines, and even becoming the leader
of the bed. The conquerors above used their scalding hot flesh to feed the
woman who was groaning beneath them.

Chu Wanning was immersed in the rough words, unable to recover for a
long time.

After the rice was steamed, it was time to set up a stall. It was a manual
labor. All the strong men in the village were swinging their hammers to
make the cake. The village chief gave Mo Ran a wooden hammer wrapped in
gauze and wanted to pass it to Chu Wanning, but was stopped by Mo Ran.

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Village Head, my Shizun has never done this
before. He can't do it."

"..." Chu Wanning was silent on the side.

He was very unreconciled, and even a bit angry, because from the moment
he came out of the mountain until now, there had never been a person who
could relate him to the word "not doing well".

In the mouths of others, all he could hear was begging, begging, and
"Immortal, how about you do me a favor?"

This was the first time someone blocked his way and said, "He won't, he
can't do it well."
Chu Wanning was furious, he wanted to shake his sleeves and shout, "You
are the one who is not good at this!"

But he restrained himself.

Because what Mo Ran said was the truth, he really couldn't do it well.

Finally, the Village Chief arranged for them to sit in front of a stone block.
Inside the stone block, there was a steaming bowl of rice flour.

Mo Ran said, "Shizun, I'll make a cake later. Remember to turn the rice cake
over for me every three tries. Be careful not to get burned, and don't be in
too much of a hurry, don't get smashed by me. "

"... If you could hit me with a hammer, then you, as an immortal, wouldn't
need to repair it. Go home and farm."

Mo Ran laughed. "I only said it once. I'm not afraid of ten thousand, but I'm
afraid of what happens in the future."

Chu Wanning was too lazy to waste words with him, the two on the side had
already started swinging. He didn't want to be too far behind, so he stood
beside the stone block and said, "Come."

In the first hit, he hit the soft and hot rice noodles, causing the rice noodles
to sink in and wrap around the hammer. He hit it three more times, raised
his bright eyes, and said to Chu Wanning, "Shizun, turn over."

Chu Wanning flipped the rice ball over, and Mo Ran dropped the hammer.
After several rounds of working together, they had mastered the rhythm of
Mo Ran. With the third wave of Mo Ran, Chu Wanning neatly turned the ball
over. When he withdrew his hand, Mo Ran launched a new attack. The
beating of the cake seemed simple, but to grasp it well, one had to be strong
and energetic, turning it over and over again so many times that the rice
noodles became thoroughly soft and sticky before it could be considered
complete.

After working for a while, the farmers were tired, they started shouting,
"One, two, three — one, two, three —" The rhythm of the falling hammer
was what they were shouting, and as if it was interesting for them to do so,
they hit the rice ball until it was half sticky, the people beside them were
already panting, but Mo Ran didn't feel anything, so he smiled and said to
Chu Wanning, "Come again."

Chu Wanning glanced at him. The young man's forehead was covered in
sweat, shining like honey under the sun. His lips were slightly parted, unlike
the usual sigh of exhaustion, but his breathing was somewhat heavy and his
chest was heaving.

Seeing Chu Wanning looking at him, he was stunned for a moment. He

wiped his face with his sleeve and smiled: "What's wrong? Is there rice on
my face? "

"Nope."

"That is …"
Chu Wanning watching Mo Ran’s forehead, sweating profusely from the
heat, but he could not bear to watch him fold the lapels of his shirt to his
Adam's apple. He asked, "Are you hot?"

Yesterday, he had asked Mo Ran if he was "cold", and today, he asked if he

was "hot". This confused Mo Ran very much; it was obvious that the two
days of temperature was not too far off.

"If it's hot, just take it off."

"If Shizun doesn't like it, I won't take it off."

"...You’re sweating all over, and it's even more annoying."

Since he said so, Mo Ran started to feel uncomfortable, so he took off the
outer robe and the upper garment and threw them onto the graphite. Chu
Wanning watched coldly, but his heart was gradually getting hotter, he
watched as Mo Ran revealed his broad shoulders, firm arms, and a layer of
hot air that could be felt even after the inner garment was taken off. He was
like a mermaid out of water, turning around and smiling at Chu Wanning, so
handsome that it made one's heart race.

"Two Immortal Lords, would you like some water?" The Village Head's wife,
carrying a cup of tea, asked about them one by one.

Mo Ran returned to the stone block and once again picked up the wooden
hammer. He smiled and said, "No need, I'm not thirsty yet."

A hand reached over and picked up a teacup from the tray.

Under their astonished gazes, Chu Wanning took a whole cup of tea and
passed it to the Village Head's wife, "Please have another cup."

"... Shizun, are you very thirsty? "

Unknowingly, these words had stabbed him. Chu Wanning abruptly raised
his head, his eyes burning with caution, "Thirsty? … No, I'm not thirsty. "

He gulped down another glass of water.

Mo Ran looked at him and couldn't help but be puzzled. When had his
Shizun's self-esteem become so serious that he was even ashamed of his
thirst?
141. Shizun, don't!

After drinking the water, the two began to get busy again. However, once
Mo Ran swung the hammer, Chu Wanning knew that things were not
looking good.

The huge movement made the young man's body even more tense and
fierce. The golden sunlight poured down on him like a waterfall, flowing
down those sexy muscles. When he raised his arm, his shoulders were
stretched wide open.

His chest was as smooth and firm as a piece of scorching hot rock,
containing astonishing heat and strength.

The wooden hammer ruthlessly smashed into the stone block. It was tightly
sucked up by the soft and wet rice cake. In the end, it became even more
viscous …

He used so much strength that Chu Wanning felt that if he was unlucky
enough to get hit by it, he would be smashed into smithereens.

Crushed to bits. His chest rose and fell together with his heart. His pitch-
black eyebrows were covered with sweat, and his Adam's apple was moving
up and down. The muscles on his upper arm relaxed as he watched his
movements.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but think back to that dream he had over and
over again.
In his dreams, he would be invaded, rubbed, humiliated, and turned into
mud on Mo Ran's bed like a rice cake in a stone mortar … He was lost in
thought until Mo Ran called out to him again.

"Shizun."

Or maybe he shouted a few times.

"Shizun, Shizun?"

He regained his composure but his heart was beating wildly. Glimmers
danced in his eyes. His throat moved and his eyes lost focus. "Hm?"

Mo Ran's cool eyes looked down at him. Because of his body heat, he
appeared to be extremely hot. He said, "Shizun, come. turn over."

"..."

He suddenly felt a little dizzy, and a scarlet shadow seemed to flash before
his eyes. He saw two people rolling in the middle of a red bed embroidered
with a golden phoenix soaring dragon, and a muscular man pressing down
on the other man. The man below was flapping his toes tightly, and his
calves were spasming.

"Shizun, turn over …"

He seemed to hear the man's hot breath, as if it were just behind his ears.

"Let me see your face."

Chu Wanning was shocked by the inexplicable flash of light. He abruptly
closed his eyes and shook his head – what was going on? Illusion? Or was it
a memory that was too detailed in that dream?

He felt his heart tremble, and his blood was boiling, yet cold sweat was
dripping down his face.

Mo Ran sensed that something was amiss, he put down the wooden
hammer and walked over to his side, "Shizun, what's wrong? Is there
something wrong with it? "

"Nope." His voice made Chu Wanning feel as if he was being bitten by an
ant. Chu Wanning abruptly pushed him away, raising his embarrassed and
angry phoenix eyes which were slightly red. He panted heavily, hating
himself, "The sun is just too poisonous, I'm seeing things. Don't stand so
close to me, you're all sweaty. "

Mo Ran lowered his head and looked. As expected, he felt uneasy. He knew
Chu Wanning loved cleanliness, so he immediately stood to the side. With a
concerned gaze, he continued to chase after the man, unwilling to move
away for even a moment.

After that, Chu Wanning remained silent. By the time the steamed cake was
done and everyone was seated in a circle, he was no longer around them.

"Oh, ask Chu Wanning. He said that he has a headache and went back to his
room to rest." The village chief said, "When he left, his cheeks were a little
red, could it be that he had a fever?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ran was extremely anxious. He stopped helping to
store the New Year's cake and rushed back to the small courtyard where the
two were staying.

He pushed open the door, but no one was on the bed. He was even more
worried when he heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen. He
hurriedly lifted the curtain and rushed in recklessly.

Then, he saw Chu Wanning with his clothes off, holding a bucket full of
water, standing barefoot on the brick-red floor while taking a shower.

By the end of October, the frost had passed.

Chu Wanning... Washing the fuck out with cold water?!

Mo Ran was shocked, his face alternating between green and white, then
red. He glared at his Shizun who was completely naked and only felt that
other than the rumbling sounds of blood flowing like the surging of money,
he could not hear anything else.

What did he see …

Since his rebirth, this was the first time he saw Chu Wanning's body in full
detail. There was no mist, no concealment, nothing but this familiar figure,
this body that had shattered the defense he had built and his tight memory
lock. He felt as if all the blood in his body was burning like lava, wanting to
break free from the flesh and skin.

Everything was exactly the same as what he was familiar with, not changing
in the slightest.
He suddenly found himself unable to breathe.

He saw Chu Wanning's shoulder, with its perfect curve and force, like a bow
that had been pulled to seventy percent full, ready to strike. He saw Chu
Wanning's shoulder blades moving under his skin that was as thin as ice.

Then, he followed the stream of water. Yes, he followed it, and the water
washed his gaze down to the ground. He saw Chu Wanning's slim waist, and
behind his were two shallow grooves filled with wine, trying to kill those
who desired him.

Further down, he saw a pair of buttocks, straight and firm, like the full fruit
of an autumn honey, and he knew how they would feel when he touched it.
When he touched them, they would tremble with pleasure, their souls
would seem to break apart, and from then on, they would be kneaded
together with the person beneath them.

"Immortal Mo!" Suddenly, someone called out to him. "Immortal Mo, are
you there?"

Mo Ran was shocked and turned around, but before he could do so, the
curtain on the door was lifted. Ling'Er leaned in, and said as she walked,
"Why did you run away in such a hurry? My aunt told me to call you to eat
the sweet rice cake, you —"

When she saw Chu Wanning taking a bath, she went silent.

Chu Wanning: "..."

Ling'er: "…"

"AH!" The girl screamed as she covered her eyes in panic. Chu Wanning also
had a very bad complexion, it was rare for him to run to get some clothes,
but he didn't expect to run back here to take a shower, and there would be
two uninvited guests barging into his room.

He had always been casual, leaving his clothes at the door when he took
them off. Was he supposed to walk naked through the kitchen and fish for
his clothes under the eyes of a girl?

While he was overwhelmed with anxiety, Mo Ran walked straight towards

him. He actually raised his hand to press against the wall, blocking Chu
Wanning's entire body from entering his arms.

Mo Ran turned around and said to Ling'Er, "Get out."

"Ah! Yes! Yes!" The girl, too, was stunned for a moment, then she stumbled
out the door and ran away, frightened.

Chu Wanning: "..."

Mo Ran's face darkened. After confirming that she had really walked far
away, he heaved a sigh of relief and turned around.

It was a cold expression on Chu Wanning's face.

Only then did he realize that his movements were similar to a dog protecting
food. He bared his teeth and scared away the intruders, then turned around
and whined as he licked the food that was difficult to come by.
His hands were still leaning on the wall. In order to cover Chu Wanning
tightly, he stuck close enough to him that he could easily smell his scent. He
couldn't help but freeze...

His head was very hot and heavy.

Smells are the easiest to evoke memories and desires, like the smell of meat
and hunger, the smell of plum blossoms and winter snow, and so on.

Emotions were the same.

Mo Ran could only feel his spirit surging. The city wall built with great
difficulty seemed to be about to be overthrown. The smell of Chu Wanning's
body was like a spark, falling into his dry chest, igniting his beastly nature to
burn him into ashes.

Normally, when he got close to him, even if he was dressed neatly, he would
still be tempted, not to mention that the person in front of him was not
wearing a single piece of clothing at all …

He wished that he could grab hold of Chu Wanning's cold, beaded wrist,
twist him over and press him against the wall, then tear off his own clothes,
fiercely sticking to this person, lifting him up so that his back was pressed
against his chest. Just like in his previous life, he went in brutally and
ruthlessly, killed and reborn in the midst of his sweat and breath.

He really couldn't do it anymore... He really wanted him.

Mo Ran's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He did not say anything, and neither did Chu Wanning.

The two of them stood very close to the wall, almost touching each other,
but Mo Ran's arm muscles were taut and his veins were popping out,
trembling slightly and holding on.

Don't touch him, don't touch him.

To respect him, to love him.

I can't do something stupid like cheating on my Shizun and exterminating

our ancestors again.

He repeated to himself, mechanically.

It was cold, but his forehead was starting to sweat.

I can't... I can't... Mo Ran, you can't. Don't let your thoughts run wild.

His Adam's apple rolled and he closed his eyes with a tremble. He closed his
burning gaze under his eyelids, but his face was filled with confusion …

If it was the usual Chu Wanning, how could he not see the difference?

But at the moment, his condition was not much better than Mo Ran's, or
worse.

He looked cold, but God only knew how much effort it had taken him to
keep his balance.
Mo Ran's breathing was so hot and heavy that it had a strong male scent,
almost as if it was going to burn him. He had not fought with Mo Ran since
his rebirth, but he knew that if he fought hard enough and did not use any
spells, he would only end up as a pile of bones in front of his arms.

He was unwilling to look at Mo Ran's eyes. He lowered his gaze a little, and
his gaze fell upon Mo Ran's chest.

Although they were not stuck together, Mo Ran was so close to him that it
was almost a straight line away, and he could clearly feel the male tension
radiating from the hot chest, broad and blazing.

It was as if he could melt the coldest ice in the world and turn it into a weak
spring tide.

"Shizun..."

The young man suddenly called out to him. He didn't know if it was his
imagination, but he felt that the other party's voice was a little hoarse, filled
with a moist desire and heat.

Mo Ran had called him Shizun countless times, calm, respectful, angry, and
ridiculing, countless.

But this was the first time he heard a different 'Shizun'. It was mixed with
the fishy smell of love and lust, making it look dirty and bewitching. Chu
Wanning felt his bones tingling.

Impossible, Mo Ran couldn't call him that.

He had heard wrong, he had thought too much.

It was his heart that was dirty.

He subconsciously retreated backwards, his bare back knocking against the

cold wall. He couldn't help but shiver, his lips quivering as he slightly opened
them. He seemed somewhat at a loss.

The fire in his eyes dimmed.

He looked at the moist, pale lips. Although he did not move, his mind was
preoccupied with the thought of lowering his head to kiss him, prying open
his lips, his hot tongue savagely invading that forbidden land that had never
been invaded before. He imagined his hands grabbing onto his waist,
vigorously rubbing it, and his skin was stained with a violent red color.

No matter how he tried to suppress it, the blood in his body was still wolf
blood.

The sex he released was always hot and violent. He even wanted to tear up
the person he slept with, eat it clean from inside out, and lick the last drop
of blood, an inch of meat.

He couldn't help but be a carnivore.

Closing his eyes, he suppressed the lava boiling in his chest. He knew that
the situation was not good, and he knew how close a man's desire would be
to a wild beast.
He withdrew his hand and spoke in an almost hoarse voice, "Shizun, I'll give
it to you… Take your clothes."

A heavy breath brushed Chu Wanning's eyelashes.

Mo Ran turned around and strode to the door, picking up the robe Chu
Wanning left behind.

Chu Wanning was still leaning against the wall, but he felt as if he had run a
hundred miles and was completely exhausted. He could not even breathe.
He narrowed his phoenix eyes and saw Mo Ran looking at his clothes. He
suddenly thought of something and was stunned for a few seconds. Then,
he suddenly woke up!

When Mo Ran entered the room, he was showering with his back facing
him. However, when he turned around, Mo Ran was stuck close to him, so
he didn't look down. That was why he didn't notice his desire.

However, if Mo Ran took his clothes and turned around, then the aloof Elder
Yuheng, the image of the aloof and restrained Chu Wanning, would be
shattered into ashes in an instant.

Chu Wanning was instantly anxious.

He saw that Mo Ran had already parted his clothes and was holding them in
his hands. He was about to turn back …

There were only two choices left for Chu Wanning.

First, his leg suddenly hurt and he squatted down.

Second, poke him blind.

Before he could come to a decision, Mo Ran had already turned around and
said, "Shizun, you …"

You what?

He did not finish.

The rest of his words, the moment he saw the scene before his eyes, were
all cut off between his lips and sunk deep into the quagmire, unable to be
pulled out again.
142. Shizun, this is torture.

It turned out that the moment when Mo Ran turned his head around, Chu
Wanning's mind was set ablaze. Almost at the very last moment, he turned
around and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, leaving the man
with a firm and powerful back.

This way, he wouldn't be able to see the man's face. Chu Wanning felt that
he was really smart.

This fool didn't even know that what he has exposed under Mo Ran's eyelids
was a low-lying, sexy waist, a full, firm butt, and a pair of long, powerful legs
… He was like a rabbit that had been skinned.

The roasted meat was crisp, almost saying, "Please eat, thank you."

Mo Ran felt his throat go dry and his eyes were bloodshot. After enduring
for a while, he said, "Shizun, what is this… for?"

What for?

…Hmm… This posture was indeed a bit strange. How could he describe it in
such a way that he could quietly muddle his way through…

Chu Wanning turned his face to the side. His expression was cold and
solemn as if he wanted to cover it up.

Mo Ran had already put down his clothes and was walking towards him.
Perhaps because of the light, he felt that the expression on his face was
extremely chilling. He was like a wolf that had been starved for a long time
in the jungle.

The wolf hesitated. The thirst in its stomach and the reason in its mind
fought intensely. The flames of war spread from its body to its eyes. Its black
burning eyes were very bright and gave off a ghostly light.

Chu Wanning finally felt that something was amiss. With a single word, he
placed the bowstring on the bow and spoke in a sharp tone, piercing
through the eerie silence.

"Rub my back."

"... Hmm?" The voice of Mo Ran was stuck in his throat, carrying a bit of a
nasal sound, making him seem very sexy. "What?"

This was an excuse that Chu Wanning came up with when he was in a hurry,
but since the words were already in his ears, he had no choice but to
pretend to be calm and say, "Since you're here, why don't you rub my back
and leave."

Mo Ran: "…"

"I've been busy these past few days. My body is covered with sweat and I
feel uncomfortable." Chu Wanning tried his best to act casual and
nonchalant, "Washing is always good."

He didn't know if he had tricked Mo Ran, or if his lies were natural.

In the end, Mo Ran listened to him and obediently took out a towel. He
poured warm water over his body and started rubbing his back.

Yu Heng had always been a wise man. But this was the stupidest thing he
had ever done.

What was the most tormenting thing in the world?

The one he loved stood behind him, with a rough towel, rubbing his whole
body with his large hands. Every touch was like a sail over spring water,
leaving a hot red mark. Although the power of Mo Ran had been restrained,
it was still very strong. Moreover, his skin and flesh had never been caressed
like this before. He could only feel his muscles twitching, and he had to
tighten his body to barely be able to keep from being seen by the person
behind him.

His forehead was pressed against the wall. In a place where one couldn't see
it due to Mo Ran, he tightly bit down on his lips. His eyes were red at the
edges of his eyes.

He was still an unemotional person, so what if he had to endure such a

provocation in front of someone he deeply loved? He pretended to be aloof.

It was too unbearable...

However, if one were to ask Mo Ran, what was the most torturous thing in
the world?

I'm afraid the answer will be very different, he might say. The man is
standing naked before you, his hands against the wall, his back relaxed, the
man completely confident of himself, giving you everything but himself,
while you rub his whole body with your hot, dirty hands, through an
obstructing towel.

Of course, he knew that he was rubbing the back of his Shizun, but with just
a little bit of strength, that person's skin would turn red. It was the sexy look
of someone who had been humiliated and abused.

He ran his hand over his shoulder blade and wound it around the side of his
waist. He felt the person beneath him tremble slightly, but he did not know
if it was an illusion. He stared at the white and plump arc, and restrained
himself until his eyes were bloodshot, to prevent himself from losing his
bath towel.

He had already tasted the ecstasy of the man before him. So what if he held
back his words and forced himself to act like a gentleman in front of him?

It was too unbearable...

The two of them felt uncomfortable for a long time. If they continued to rub
on it, they were afraid that they would start a fire.

Chu Wanning finally could not hold it in anymore and said hoarsely, "Okay,
you can leave. I can do the rest, I'll do it myself."

Mo Ran heaved a sigh of relief. His forehead was covered in sweat.

He lowered his voice and said, "Yes … Shizun... "

The curtain of the door was lifted and fell, and Mo Ran left.
Chu Wanning had not recovered from his shock for a long time. He was still
leaning against the wall, his forehead pressed against the wall. His ears were
blood-red, the same as the marks of being rubbed on his back. He did not
know whether Mo Ran had actually seen it or not.

"..."

He slightly opened his phoenix eyes as if he was feeling humiliated. He bit

his lower lip and hesitated for a long time. However, he still reached out his
hand and grabbed onto his desire.

Originally, he came back to take a shower to suppress this foul mood.

Who would have thought that by chance, Mo Ran would push him deeper
into the sea of desire. Chu Wanning, who had been relying on the Heart
Cleansing Method to defend against human nature, could not help but
release his overflowing desire for love in the most ordinary and
embarrassing way.

His lips were slightly parted and his almond-shaped eyes were half-closed.
His expression was somewhat pitiful and somewhat aggrieved …

He stood against the cold wall, his forehead burning, his beautiful shoulders
hunched, his Adam's apple rolling, his breath coming in low gasps and gulps.

So sinful, yet so beautiful.

It was like a white phoenix tail butterfly that had fallen into a spider web. It
shook its wings powerlessly in the tightly-knit emotions, but it could not,
never, never escape from the clutches of death.

He was dirty after all.

Dirty to the bones, dirty to such a miserable, so pitiable, tempting to invade,

addictive.

In the end, Chu Wanning was furious. He punched the wall. He was so
ruthless, so angry, and so unwilling. He even used a lot of strength. His
finger bones were broken and blood seeped out.

"Bastard."

It was unknown whether he was scolding himself or Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning's eyes were moist. There was affection, there was hatred, and
there was also bewilderment.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed since they had
arrived at the village.

From the day he took his shower, Chu Wanning had been avoiding Mo Ran
like a scorpion or a wild beast. He did not feel anything strange about Mo
Ran, but he could not bear the change in his body.

A person, when light and elegant for a long time, would be easy to carry
around. Otherwise, why would Chu Wanning despise a pair of cultivation
lovers? He really wasn't jealous. Elder Yuheng truly felt that it was
unbearable, that he was fed up with it, and that he loathed it.

He didn't want to look at the painting because he really didn't want to, not
because he was pretending. For Chu Wanning, things like "liking" and
"kissing" were still acceptable, but if he got any closer, such as consoling or
intruding, his face would turn green and he wouldn't be able to accept it.

This was just like a vegetarian. If you were to secretly place some lard in his
bowl, he would probably find it fragrant. However, if you were to give him a
piece of roasted yellow meat that still had a bloody smell to it, he would
probably feel extremely disgusted.

After venting that day in a daze, Chu Wanning woke up. He gasped for
breath as he looked at the sticky feeling in his hands. He felt as if a handful
of cold water had been poured over his head.

His face turned green.

What was he doing? He was actually beaten up by a twenty-something year

old brat, and had to rely on self-consoling to calm his surging emotions.

Chu Wanning felt goosebumps rising all over his body. When he
encountered Mo Ran, he had to step back, afraid that he would accidentally
release the power in his heart and do something that would make him
regret.

He retreated, and Mo Ran retreated as well.

Mo Ran was also truly afraid. He felt that his desire for Chu Wanning was
much stronger than he expected. The dam he had built was about to
collapse from the raging waves, and the enthusiasm in his bones was about
to burst out at any moment.

He knew that being human and being a beast was just a thought, and he did
not want to hurt Chu Wanning again because of that thought, so he avoided
him.

The distance between the two of them was too far. Instead, it gave him the
impression of a respectful disciple or a benevolent Shizun.

The days passed peacefully.

On this day, the hunters in the village came up to the mountain and
slaughtered a fat and beautiful deer. The villagers proposed to hold a
bonfire in the small sunning ground at the entrance of the village in the
evening.

Therefore, every household brought out some food, be it cakes or dried

meat. The Village Head even opened two jars of sorghum wine, and sat in a
circle around the bonfire, smelling the scent of roasted deer, eating and
drinking in a discontented manner. Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were not
sitting together. The two of them were quite a distance away from each
other, and there was a fire burning between them. They looked at each
other through the fire, not wanting to be seen by each other.

You glanced at me and thought it was silent, but the two sets of eyes always
met halfway, so you pretended to glance down and then, after a while,
sneaked up on each other's cheeks.
The orange flames were surging and the firewood crackled.

The people around them were all talking and laughing. However, none of
them could hear or see what was happening. The only thing they could see
was the moon in the sky, illuminating the hearts of the two of them.

The village chief's wine soon ran out, but the crowd still felt that it wasn't
enough to enjoy themselves to their heart's content.

Mo Ran recalled that there was still a jar of top-quality Pear Blossom White
in his room, so he bid his farewells and went back to get his wine.

Halfway through, he heard a sound behind him.

He turned around. "Who?"

The rustling footsteps immediately stopped, and a pair of green shoes

embroidered with yellow flowers slowly emerged from the corner.

Mo Ran was stunned. "Miss Ling'er?" It's you. "

She stood in the moonlight with her eyes fixed on the wine as her chest
heaved up and down along with her rapid breathing. She said, "Immortal
Mo, wait a moment, I have something to tell you."
143. Shizun used to be the white moonlight, the blood at
the tip of your heart, unlucky fate

No matter how slow Mo Ran was, how could he not know what was going
on when he saw her burning gaze? He immediately said, "Miss Ling'Er, you
drank too much. If you have anything to say, you can say it tomorrow …"

"I want to talk about it today!"

This little girl was quite fierce when she was bullied. Her hair was a little
scattered, and her eyes were glowing.

"..." Mo Ran was afraid that he would get pestered. He wanted to run away,
but the corner of his sleeve was pulled by her. He was angry and amused at
the same time and said, "Let go of me."

"Not letting go." The so called wine strong courage, not to mention Ling Er
was not small, and the idea of clinging onto the SiSheng Peak was not a day
or two, so she loudly said, "I like you, do you like me?"

Mo Ran: "..."

Seeing no response from the man, Ling'er became anxious.

Ever since Mo Ran arrived at Yu Liang Village, she had felt that this man was
a formidable and heroic figure. When she found out that he was the famous
"Mo-zongshi", her heart sank deeper and deeper into her thoughts .
The only thing she could show was her pretty face and good figure. Although
she didn't know what Mo Ran thought of her, if she didn't express herself
now, it would be very difficult for her to have another chance in the future.
Thus, tonight, with the help of some alcohol, she was able to muster up the
courage to follow Mo Ran around and disable Mo Ran to block her from
confessing.

To be honest, even Mo Ran was a bit taken aback by this torrent of courage.

Ling Er's face turned red.

She thought, if only Mo Ran could promise her, then that would be great.
With such a handsome brother, not to mention climbing up to him, that
would be the same as climbing to the SiSheng Peak. Then from now on, she
wouldn't have to stay in this crappy little village to be insulted, and she
could live a comfortable life.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ling'Er, you should let go."

However, his words had easily shattered the floating pavilion in her mind.

Ling'er's blush had yet to fade as her pale face turned ugly. After a while, she
said anxiously, "I-am not good-looking in any way?"

"You look good everywhere." Mo Ran was very polite and gently pulled her
hand away. "But I don't like it."

If it was said that he had left her with some face just now, then the phrase "I
don't like it" could be said to be like pulling apart dry weeds or rotten wood,
ripping off the last bit of her face.
Ling Er's eyes were filled with tears. She was sad. Although she admired Mo
Ran, she wasn't that emotional. She wanted to improve a bit more, so she
lost most of her dreams.

"Then you …" She held back her tears and asked, "Then what do you like?"

"I —"

Mo Ran was stunned by her words.

What does he like?

Out of habit, he felt that he liked Shi Mei's appearance, but when the words
came to his lips, he suddenly felt that this wasn't the case.

"Tell me, what do you like?" Ling'Er pressed on him. Her beautiful eyes
stared at his face. She didn't want to let him go.

She was also a pitiful person. She had an older sister who had married an
ordinary cloth merchant from the upper realms. She had moved to Laizhou a
few years ago to live a good life.

She had visited her sister with her mother and carried a pile of country
peppers on her back to dry. But her brother-in-law had felt that the fish was
very fishy, that the two of them had been shamed and had lived in their own
house, so she had driven them home within a few days. This matter was
deeply engraved in Ling Er's heart. From that day on, she was unwilling to
live a poor life. She swore to live a better life than her elder sister, and to
return all the grievances she had suffered in the future.
So all these years, she had been searching for a hero, wanting to submit
herself to others and change her fate.

She really did not want to let go of Mo Weiyu.

So she was almost anxious and crazy, under the wine, she lethargically
leaned against him, she had a soft and graceful body, and on summer days
when she walked through the fields, the men would steal glances at her, and
she was betting on herself to use her warm body to tear open Mo-zongshi's
armor.

"What's wrong with me? You didn't even think about it, didn't even think
about it, and rejected me just like that?"

Her hot and soft body stuck close to Mo Ran's body, but he felt that his
entire body was not used to it. He felt ill-suited and pulled her away, his face
already mostly black.

"Miss Ling'er, how long have I known you? Why would I like you? Why
would I consider you?"

"How do you know if you don't try!"

Seeing that she was about to come over again, Mo Ran immediately said,
"Don't get any closer!"

"You don't like it that much?" Ling'er's eyes were wide open as she said in
disbelief, "Just a little …Just a little bit..."
"I don't like it at all." Mo Ran felt that he hadn't said it clearly enough, so it
was better to end this matter thoroughly. Even though it was cruel, he still
added, "Not a single bit moved."

Ling'er was speechless.

No, she could understand.

But she wasn't moved...

How many unmarried men, facing a woman with an extremely good face
and figure, and facing a woman who took the initiative to throw herself into
his arms, would be righteous enough to say "not moved "? To be able to
face the gentle fragrance and soft jade, he doesn't have any desire at all?

She stayed in place for a while, then said: "You … How could you. How could
you …"

She found it hard to speak.

What she’s really wanted to say was, How come you don't have any desire?
This isn't normal.

Mo Ran also understood what she meant from her hesitation, but he didn't
want to explain it to her. They had originally met by chance, and this
concubine wanted to have some sort of relationship, but he didn't have this
intention at all.

She could think what she wanted, and let her like it.
Mo Ran whispered to her, "I'm sorry." He slipped into the night.

The night wind blew against his cheeks, and he couldn't help but squint.

After talking with Ling'Er for a while, he suddenly realized that he had been
wrong about love.

Ling'er asked him, "What do you like?"

It seemed that he had never asked himself this question before.

To those who received less warmth, they would never have the right to
choose. As long as there was someone who treated them well, he would be
the one to offer all his blood.

"Like what?"

These were words that he subconsciously did not dare to even think about.

Actually, everyone in this world originally had their own unique tastes and
hobbies. As a child, Mo Ran often heard other children tugging at their
parents' clothes, saying, "I like to eat this. This one has green onions." Or
"Mother, this red lantern looks better than the yellow one. I like the red
one."

However, he could not say it. It was useless even if he said it. The only thing
he could afford to eat was the cheapest white flour cake. He still had to
open it up and eat half of it with his mother.
Later, when he was in the library, he would sneak glances at the rich young
Shizuns who had come to listen to the play. He would watch them wave
their silk fans and slowly say something like, "I like that Cui'er from the last
time. This time, I will sing for her." Sentences like that.

In fact, in the eyes of Mo Ran, Sister Cui'er was not as beautiful as Sister Bai
Rong, but who would care about what he thought?

No one would ever ask him, "What do you like," or the aesthetic, or the
choice, these words were related only to the rich. For Mo Ran, what others
gave him was what they gave him, what he ate he should be grateful for,
what clothes covered him he should slobber — "like?"

What right did he have to like it? How could he dare to like it? What right
did he have to like it? He had to struggle with all his might to survive this
wretched life of his.

As time passed, this habit of grasping whatever he got went down to the
bone marrow. Later on, even with all the gold, silver, and jewelry that
entangled his body, the Dragon Saliva from his brain made him sneeze, but
was still unable to cover up the layer of poverty in his bones.

Throughout his life, Mo Ran had fallen into poverty when he was young. His
emotions were like the mud on the soles of his shoes, worthless, so he
asked, "What do you like?" No one would ask him that.

Later on, his rise to greatness was simple in the Emperor's heart,
accompanied by a king and a tiger. Others could only guess at his thoughts,
so he asked, "What do you like?" No one dared to ask this question.
Just now, Ling'Er suddenly asked him that. It was just a few simple words,
but he actually stopped her.

He had thought that when you love someone, you would be respectful. You
would hold them in your hands and not dare to have any wild thoughts.

Just like how he treated Shi Mei.

He felt that this was love, that nothing was wrong.

But at this moment, he faintly understood that this situation wasn't what he
was thinking.

Did he really like gentleness more than he liked stubbornness?

Did he really like Shi Mei better than him?

Did he really like his eyes that were like peach blossoms, sharper than
phoenix eyes, two blades of frost?

He … Did he really like Shi Mingjing?

He did not dare to think about the name, but his heart was beating fast, and
his blood has become hotter .

Mo Ran was shocked by his desire for love.

Love, desire, love and desire were originally inseparable. Being attracted by
the other party's appearance, being bewitched by his voice, his smell, and
even a single glance from him, he wanted to seize and possess them. He
wanted to leave behind his own aura on the body that originally had nothing
to do with him.

He had always believed that love was sacred and that those he loved could
not be desecrated.

But how could he not blaspheme?

When a body that he loved, yearned for, and admired appeared before his
eyes, how could he bear it?

All the love in the world, only love, and clean fate.

It was destined to be hot and sticky with sweat, to have the color of flesh, to
have tangled hair and the smell of heather, to have something to do with
moans and passions, to have a delicate stamen to grow in the damp and
humid beds.

In the darkness of the night, Mo Ran suddenly stopped in his tracks. His eyes
were frighteningly bright, and his expression was aghast.

Something in his skull seemed to have broken. It had been suppressed by his
steadiness, his stupidity, and his stubbornness. It had drowned him and
swallowed him up with a force that could topple mountains and overturn
seas.

He stood in shock on the spot.

Desire, desire.
Love.

Chu Wanning...

He finally dug out the name.

As the sands were emptied, treasures were revealed.

It had always been Chu Wanning... Such private feelings, such passionate
love, had always belonged solely to Chu Wanning!

He felt his vision darken, the obsession of two lifetimes shattered, the
shattered brick walls washed away by the violent tides, slapping him hard in
the chest and making him almost breathless.

He was overwhelmed with shock.

Could it be … so … Could this be the case...

Had the person he liked, the love he called, been wrong all along?

By the time Mo Ran returned to the bonfire with Pear Blossom Bai, Ling'Er
was already gone.

Of course, no one noticed the departure of a young girl. Naturally, no one

knew about the conversation that Mo Ran had with her. They were still
chatting and drinking merrily.

After three rounds of drinking, the villagers began to play games. They made
a straw ring with the rice stalks and invited a man to beat the drum. When
the drum was extinguished, whoever held the ring would be asked a
question and would have to answer.

This was a free time for the peasants in the lower cultivation world. It was
simple to play and easy to get started. Even for someone like Chu Wanning,
who couldn't play, it was not hard to get involved.

"Alright, it's time for Old Bai! Come on, Old Bai will draw lots! "

With a bitter face, Old Bai grabbed a folded piece of paper from the big bowl
and unfolded it. He then read it out loud, "Is it a woman with big breasts, or
a fat buttocks, that looks good?"

The surrounding crowd immediately burst into laughter.

Old Bai was so angry that his face turned red. He raised the paper slip and
cursed, "Which bastard wrote this kind of question and threw it in? This old
man will f * * k you up! "

"Don't." One of the villagers laughed and pulled on his clothes. "Don't be so
hasty, you answer the questions first."

After a few moments, Old Bai’s wife came and also sat down and stared at
him. Old Bai’s hair stood on and he mumbled after a while, "I think it's
about the same."

Immediately, someone laughed and shouted, "What the f * ck are you

talking about? There's no point in lying! You clearly told me a few days ago
that a woman who thinks she's as big as a butt is good to look after, so why
aren't you telling me the truth! Drink, drink, drink! The forfeit!"
Old Bai had no choice but to drink the wine with a grimace of pain on his
face. After that, he was constantly being scolded by his wife.

Chu Wanning hid in the crowd, looking at the awkward yet novel situation.
However, this kind of question was too vulgar. If one were to ask about him,
he would definitely not be able to answer.

At this time, the village chief took a foot of black cloth, smiled and said,
"Someone else can beat the drum. Change Old Zhang and let him play with
it. Who can replace him?"

Chu Wanning immediately said, "Let me do it."

He walked over to the leather drum, which was tied with thick leather, and
took the drumstick. He then sat on the ground.

The village chief carefully tied up the blindfold with a black belt. After
adjusting it left and right, he asked, "Is it tight?”

"No rush."

"Will it leak out?"

"Not a bit."

The village chief smiled and said, "Then I'll ask the Immortal to beat the
drum. If you want to stop, just do it."
Chu Wanning agreed, "Sure." He took up the wooden hammer and knocked
on the surface of the skin, then he nimbly struck out the dense drum,
creating a cacophony of noise.

His eyes were blindfolded, and he did not notice the gaze of Mo Ran through
the bonfire. It was so complicated and confused.

Mo Ran looked at him, the sparks flying, like an orange firefly scattering into
the night. He looked at the man in white clothes lying on the ground, his
gaze moving inch by inch, like a sharp knife, across Chu Wanning's forehead,
the tip of his nose, his lips, his chin.

To him, the black cloth that covered Chu Wanning was an indescribable
temptation. However, this time, Mo Ran did not let this temptation slip
away. He chewed and licked it.

He tasted love in it.

Once again he felt the tremor in his heart, once more he confirmed. That's
right.

He loved Chu Wanning. That love had nothing to do with the relationship
between Shizun and disciple, and nothing to do with kindness.

He simply adored him, longed for him, wanted him.

He …

Finally, he realized that he loves Chu Wanning.

It was love.

He was so confused, so paranoid, so stupid, so blind.

He was finally enlightened today.

He loves Chu Wanning.

He had thought through this part thoroughly. The layer of sealed soil that
had been accumulating in his mind had finally collapsed. Many things that
he could not understand in the past, many answers that he could not come
to any conclusion, all came flooding in this love that came too late.

But before he could taste it, before he had time to ponder.

With a "dong" sound, the sound of the drum stopped, and the sound spread
out like ripples.

At this time, the grass bracelet landed on his knee. He picked it up in a daze,
and when he looked up, he saw that Chu Wanning was relieved. He took off
the black ribbon with one hand and opened his beautiful eyes, looking over
at him.

He was also curious to know where the flowers had fallen when he stopped
drumming.

He met Mo Ran's gaze.

Chu Wanning: "..."

Mo Ran: "…"

There's nothing more awkward than when he peeked at you, and you
peeked at him, too. Their eyes met, and they both avoided each other.

However, Chu Wanning stopped hiding very quickly because he suddenly

realized that there was a complex feeling on Mo Ran's handsome and
upright face. He could not hide it even if he went past the bonfire that was
surrounded by gold stars and the bustling crowd.

Chu Wanning widened his eyes.

"Immortal Mo, good luck." The village chief smiled and went to pull Mo Ran
up.

He hesitated for a while and put on the grass ring according to the rules. His
black eyes were very bright, but he did not know what to do. He put on his
hat and looked at Chu Wanning again carefully. That handsome suntanned
face actually gradually turned red in the midst of the flames.

Chu Wanning was shocked by his abnormal behavior. His eyes widened as
he stared at him.

Under Chu Wanning's undisguised gaze, Mo Ran lowered his eyes and
pursed his lips without saying a word. He looked obedient and shy at the
same time.

He seemed to be one of those stupid young men. When he reached Mo

WeiYu's age, his emotions had just started and everything seemed so
clumsy. He was a bit pitifully stupid and a bit cute at the same time.
Chu Wanning: "..."

If he had been shocked just now, it could be said that he was terrified now.

… …. He must be going blind!

Otherwise, why would he feel that this big and stout bear had suddenly
become so hypocritical, as if it had taken the wrong medicine?
144. Shizun, I like you

Mo Ran took out a piece of paper from the big bowl and unfolded it.

When he saw the contents on the paper, he was first relieved, and then a
little nervous.

"What is it?" the village chief asked.

Mo Ran showed him the piece of paper. The Village Chief read it and said,
"Haha, fortunately, this came to Mo Xianjun. There is nothing to do with his
sister and sister. Otherwise, he might offend others."

Chu Wanning was already curious about what he picked, but after hearing
what the Village Head said, he became even more curious. He stared at the
piece of paper as if he wanted to dig a hole in it.

Mo Ran laughed, "But, Village Head, look at what is written on this piece of
paper. It should be against the rules. Other people said one question, but
this one asked me three questions."

"Who said that an immortal king could hit the spot? I got this one." The
village chief said, "If the immortal is not satisfied, then I will just throw it
away and catch it again."

It was unknown if he caught something like "a woman with long legs looks
good or a woman with small waist" again. Mo Ran smiled and said, "Forget
it, then let's just keep it here."
As he spoke, he handed the paper back to the village chief and said, "What I
got was to say about the three people I liked most in my life."

Chu Wanning: "..."

At this moment, Ling'er returned with reddened eyes. She did not move
forward, afraid that others would notice that she had just cried and was
sitting at the outermost edge of the fire. Thus, Mo Ran did not see her.

In fact, after Mo Ran finished with his question, no one looked at him. He
felt that such an overly private question was awkward for anyone to answer,
so he could not say a single word. Thus, he simply stared at the fire.

The bonfire flickered within his black eyes, causing his handsome face to
flicker between light and darkness. He stared at that cluster of flames for a
long time before saying:

"Let's talk about my mother first."

"My mother left rather early. In fact, I don't really remember her face
anymore. I only remember that when she was here, I could always eat and
sleep well. So if you're talking about three people, she'll be one of them."

The village chief nodded his head, "You have a deep relationship with her.
Fine, let's consider it one for the immortal."

"The second is my shixiong. He treats me gently. Although I am not related

by blood, he is better than my own brother."
Chu Wanning had expected this answer, so there was not much of a stir on
his face or in his heart. It was obvious that Mo Ran liked Shi Mei. Back then,
when he was at Jin Chengchi Lake, he had heard it personally, so it wasn't
surprising at all.

He only gazed at the man under the light of the night flames. He had the
rough outline of a cleaver and an axe, appearing extremely handsome. Deep
in his bones, however, he was also somewhat stubborn. A person's spirit
could be largely reflected in their eyes. The eyes of Mo Ran were dark and
bright, extremely spirited. It was like a lamp that would never be
extinguished unless it ran out of oil.

A person with such a pair of eyes was destined to be extremely stubborn.

Chu Wanning was obsessed with stubbornness, but unfortunately, it did not
belong to him.

Mo Ran said that Shi Mei was so good that Chu Wanning didn't listen to him.
He felt that the night wind was a little cold, so he poured himself a cup of
hot tea and drank it slowly with the cup in his hand.

The tea warmed his throat all the way down to his stomach, warming his
flesh and blood, softening his heart.

He quietly poured another cup and was about to drink again when he
suddenly heard Shi Mei's part finish. He then paused and said,

"There's still one more person. The third person to speak is my Shizun."
"Cough, cough, cough!" Chu Wanning choked on his tea as if he had been
scalded. His face was flushed red from coughing. He tried to wipe the water
away and did not look up at Mo Ran.

If you pull him up from the ground, he will only panic because his body is
covered with dust. He wants to hide in the dark again, to curl up and hide.

However, Mo Ran clearly did not intend to give him an opportunity to

escape.

Chu Wanning was so bored that if he let him go, he would give his a view of
his back and the back of his head. He looked fierce , and between his
eyebrows was purple lightning and blue frost. Faintly, it seemed to be filled
with the will of thunder. However, he was clear that this was just a polished
human skin mask.

He had seen Chu Wanning's gentle soul in the steaming mist of Grandma
Meng's Hall, pitiful and helpless.

He did not want Chu Wanning to continue looking down on himself.

He could not afford Chu Wanning to wear such a ferocious mask. If this self-
respecting man was unwilling to remove the mask, he would extend his
hand for him.

The tea had only been spilled a little bit, and had long been wiped clean.
However, Chu Wanning was still repeatedly wiping away the dried water
stains.

He was used to being caught in his own trap, so he didn't look up.
Gradually, they began to feel that the surroundings were very quiet, so quiet
that it was a bit strange. Then, some children began to laugh. Their laughter
seemed to be suppressed very low, but anyone could hear it.

"Mother, Immortal Chu is so dumb."

Mother quickly covered his child's childish mouth. "Shh —"

However, Chu Wanning still heard it.

Stupid...

No, in this lifetime, Elder Yuheng had always been different from the word
"idiot." He was arrogant, sharp, fierce and cold, and —

"Shizun, if you rub again, I'm afraid the table will make a hole for you."

The black cloth boots came up to his desk, close enough to be considered
offensive, and then stopped. Chu Wanning saw a black shadow fall over him,
pressing down on him like a mountain, crushing him to the point where he
almost couldn't breathe. It made him feel humiliated and angry at the same
time.

He was suddenly a little angry with himself for his sudden weakness.

Therefore, he threw the handkerchief aside and suddenly raised his head,
full of provocation. His pair of angry and wanton phoenix eyes stared at Mo
Ran, as if he was ready to fight at any moment.
Almost at the same time, Mo Ran spoke in a respectful and gentle tone:

"Shizun, please take care of me."

This sentence was like a magic spell. It was the same reaction as Chu
Wanning's. Only Chu Wanning knew that it wasn't because of the "you
reason me" that he raised his head. It was just a coincidence.

But what was the use?

Other than him, whether it was Mo Ran, or the onlookers, they all felt that it
was because of this plea that Chu Wanning quickly agreed to his disciple's
request.

Quickly.

There was nothing more humiliating than these two words.

Chu Wanning's face was as cold as ice, but his eyes were ablaze.

But the only thing he bumped into was Mo Ran's soft and warm gaze. Like
the spring water, it easily wrapped around his anger, his sharp teeth, and his
sharp mouth.

Mo Ran said, "Shizun, the third answer is you."

Chu Wanning had nowhere to vent his anger, so he became expressionless,

"...Right."

He was truly calm and indifferent.

He had a calm demeanor and was worthy of being called Chu-zongshi. Chu
Wanning cheered for himself in his heart.

But Mo Ran looked at him in amusement.

Mo-zongshi thought, could this Chu-zongshi be a little fool?

Chu Wanning was completely unaware that he had placed a signature of a

little fool in his disciple's heart. Due to his nervousness, he appeared even
more aloof and arrogant.

He said, "So? What are you doing here? "

The question hit him squarely in the face, and the smile on his face stiffened.

Mo Ran wanted to do anything.

But he could do nothing.

So what if he liked Chu Wanning? He discovered it too late, so he couldn't be

pursued anymore. Furthermore, he had already spent two lifetimes chasing
after Shi Mei. Suddenly telling him that he loved the wrong person and
wanted him to turn back wasn't that easy to accept in his heart.

If he could understand his own thoughts when he was reborn, perhaps he

would have had time to do so.

Until now, this' discovery 'was just an addition to his suffering.

Chu Wanning had suffered too much physical torture in his previous life, and
he was used to seeing lovemaking as the most brutal form of torture for
such a proud man.

As such, in Mo Ran's heart, Chu Wanning had always been an image of a

deity. He never ate the hardships of the mortal world, much less had any
desire for love.

He had thousands of intimate ways to destroy Chu Wanning.

However, he had to be good to Chu Wanning.

He couldn't think of too much.

He suddenly became very stupid. All he knew was that he had to keep his
Shizun at a distance. He had to lift him up onto the altar and kneel down to
welcome him.

This "like" actually contained a boiling and hidden desire for love.

However, he could not let Chu Wanning see through him. He could only
restrain himself, using his love as a Shizun and disciple to hide his feelings,
before respectfully presenting it to him.

Mo Ran replied, "I just wanted to let Shizun know."

"..." Chu Wanning quietly looked at him.

Mo Ran said, "It's just that I can't help but want everyone to know that..."
"Know what?"

Mo Ran smiled. His black eyes were very bright, and the light was very
bright. It was able to cover up the surging undercurrents of desire below.

"I know my luck is good. Worship the best, best, best Shizun in the world."

He used three of his best, very clumsy, very forceful expressions.

It had a rough and simple style.

Chu Wanning looked at him with unfathomable eyes, only his eyelashes
moved.

Mo Ran took in a deep breath. He had no idea where he got the courage
from, but he felt that if he were to miss this opportunity, he would never
again be able to express his feelings so brazenly in his entire life.

He suddenly half-knelt, wanting to be on the same level as Chu Wanning.

Unfortunately, he was still too tall. He was still looking down on his Shizun
even though he was kneeling in front of him.

He couldn't care less. He felt his heart beating so fast, the blood flowing so
fast.

"Shizun."

"..." Chu Wanning suddenly felt that something was amiss.

The man's eyes were so anxious that he had to lean back.

However, in the end, the arrow still pierced the heart.

"I like you."

There was nowhere for him to run. The deer that was jumping in the forest
had its legs pierced by the hunter's arrowhead and fell down. Chu Wanning
looked at him in a daze, a loud noise echoed in his mind. He could hear
nothing and see nothing else …

Like — the word is more subtle, more vague.

It was not as straightforward as "love". It could burn someone's heart with

just one word. It had many ways of understanding, giving many men and
women the opportunity to express their feelings and love.

Mo Ran thought to himself, I like you, but I will not disturb you. I will not
force you, but you think that what I am talking about is just the relationship
between Shizun and disciple.

Chu Wanning thought to himself, "You said you like me because of pity,
because of the love of teaching, because of saving your life, but in exchange
for your good feelings, I've done everything I can to help you. I don't have
the strength or the chips to exchange for more of your feelings." To be able
to gain your acknowledgement of me as your Shizun with a single word of
love, that is enough. I don't insist.

They didn't say anything more to each other, and the surrounding onlookers
only praised their Shizun-disciple relationship.
Only Ling'Er, who was in the corner, vaguely felt that something was wrong.
She looked at Mo Ran's handsome face. That face contained a desire that
was too deep for her, and a passion that made her feel strange.

However, she was still a pure and honest person. She had never heard of
anyone who grew up in a small village having even heard of Long Yang's
good fortune. Thus, she only felt that it was strange.

In this world, there were always some people who were heartless when they
didn't like it. They were unscrupulous when they walked, and even the gods
would be afraid when they came.

However, once they fell in love, it would be like boiling oil, and their hearts
would turn hot and their eyes would turn red. They yearned to be
discovered all the time, and they would be unable to part with each other
no matter how hard they tried.

But what if the other side really found out? They were afraid that the other
party would not like them and would reject them, but they were also afraid,
not to mention the God of Heaven, this time it was just a cold cicada on the
tree chirping twice, nothing could stop it, they would all be worried and
think, "Oh my god, the cicada on the tree is chirping, it's so scary, does it not
like me?"

The most hazy of love, often you guess, I guess, you hide, I hide, the distance
of two miles can smell the pervasive sour smell.

In his previous life, Mo Weiyu had been an Immortal Traversing Lord, and he
had been a Mo-zongshi for his entire life.
The notorious, the wise one.

He had been the most evil of ghosts and had now become the best of men.
However, in the end, he was still unable to escape from this sour stench.

What about Chu Wanning?

That guy would always be a fish in a net, even the slightest bit of love could
give him a headache, causing him to be at a loss.

However, he still insisted on keeping his face. With a snort, he asked, "What
is there to talk about in such a vile and rotten matter?"

He was truly courting death.

145. Shizun has a meal partner

The layer of forest had been dyed completely, and the farming was over.

The villagers of Yuliang Village prepared several bags containing dried meat,
rice cakes, spices, and coarse cloth, stuffing them into the arms of Chu
Wanning and Mo Ran.

Although the SiSheng Peak did not lack food and clothing, this was the heart
of the villagers. If they did not accept it, then it would not be good.
Therefore, the two of them did not hold back and helped the village chief fill
up the saddlebags.

Ling'er also came with a bamboo basket in her arms. The basket was
covered with a small blue and white cloth. When the cloth was opened,
there were steamed buns and ten cooked green shells and eggs.

She walked up to Mo Ran's Horse, her clear black and white eyes avoiding
him. She wanted to look at him, but she felt embarrassed when she
remembered her bold confession that day when she was half drunk and half
awake. After waiting for a long time, they finally got close.

Raising the basket above her head, she said to the handsome man who had
mounted the horse, "Immortal Mo, these … I cooked all of these this
morning. Bring them along with you and eat them along the way with
Immortal Chu. "

Mo Ran didn't know what she was doing, so he hesitated, unsure whether
he should refuse or accept.
Ling'er, however, understood his worries. She suddenly raised her head. Her
face was red, but her eyes looked stubborn and hurt.

Although she mustered all her strength and wanted to climb up to become
an outstanding immortal, she was not the type of girl without dignity who
would continue pestering others even if she was rejected.

She said, "Don't worry, immortal. Ling'Er doesn’t have any other intentions.
She just wanted to thank the immortal for taking care of our village over the
past half month."

Mo Ran then kept the bamboo basket. He sat on the horse and looked at her
with his eyelashes down. He said sincerely, "Thank you, Miss."

"Thank you, Immortal."

Seeing that she was willing to let it go, Mo Ran was somewhat moved. So he
asked, "What is Miss's plan for the future?"

"Why do you ask, Immortal?"

"I don't think the girl is someone who wants to stay in the village for a long
time."

Ling'er then laughed, and her eyes were filled with warrior power again: "I
want to go up to the cultivation world to see, and I heard that the Shizun of
the Ru Feng Sect is kind and willing to help the world, as long as we lower
ourselves to find a job here, he will not chase us away. I’m a good girl, and I
can cook. I can always stay for a few days."
Of course, the most important thing she didn't mention was that the Ru
Feng Sect had the most disciples out of the ten great sects. The Ru Feng Sect
had the most disciples out of the ten great sects, with a total of seventy-two
cities.

Chu Wanning did not know what she was thinking. Hearing that she was
going to Linyi, he frowned and said, "The Confucianism is so deep, it is not as
simple as you think. If you want to stay in the upper cultivation world for a
long time, you might as well consider Yangzhou Linling Island."

"Yangzhou can't survive any longer, the cost of food and clothing is too
high." Ling'er said, "Thank you for your kindness, Ling'er has her own
considerations."

Since he had already said so much, Chu Wanning knew it was useless to say
anything more, so he gave up.

The two of them were carrying bags full of food as they whipped their
horses. When Chu Wanning passed near Cai Die Town, he paid attention to
the boundary. Fortunately, it was full of spirit and was stable. As a result, the
horses never stopped galloping. It was now noon, and they had finally
returned to the SiSheng Peak.

Chu Wanning went to report the situation to Xue Zheng Yong, Mo Ran didn't
have anything to do, so he wandered around. He bumped into a person at
the bridge, wiping the stone lions off the pillars.

Mo Ran thought, I don't know who made the mistake of being punished to
come here and work hard.
The faces of those who were punished would usually be a little ugly, so Mo
Ran did not intend to walk onto the bridge. Just as he was about to turn
around, he suddenly heard someone call out to him from not too far away.

"A-Ran!"

"..."

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the person wiping the lion was not
just anyone else, he was actually Shi Mei. Mo Ran was stunned for a
moment, but he felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart.

The first reason was that even a person like Shi Mei, who followed the rules,
would be punished to wipe the Bridge of Helplessness.

Second, was the appearance of Shi Mei.

It had been a long time since he last saw Shi Mei, but he hadn't been able to
recognize Shi Mei's current appearance. Instead, as time passed, he felt
more and more unfamiliar with Shi Mei, to the point where he couldn't
recognize him when he first saw him on the bridge.

"Why are you here? Did you do something wrong? " asked Mo Ran, walking
up to him.

Shi Mei was clearly a bit embarrassed: "Um … I was punished along with the
Young Lord. "

"XueMeng?" Mo Ran paused, then laughed.

This was not strange at all. Xue Meng's mistake was nothing new.

"What did he do to you?"

"He said that he wanted to go to the back of the mountain and capture a
few ghosts to practice."

"..."

"In the end, we almost broke the barrier that Shizun sealed before he left."

Mo Ran did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Does he think ghosts are
cats and dogs? He caught them as he said he would, he raised them as he
said he would. You too, he's messing around. You shouldn't have followed
him in, why aren't you persuading him?"

Shi Mei sighed and said with a helpless look on his face, "Of course I tried to
persuade him, but it's useless. I was afraid something would happen to him,
so I could only go in with him … Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore.
Fortunately, there was no need to stir up any trouble. A-Ran, tell me about
you. A few days ago, you and Shizun went to the village of Yuliang Village to
farm? "

"Yes."

"How was it?"

"Yes, it went pretty smooth."

The two chatted nonchalantly for a while longer. After bidding farewell to
Shi Mei, Mo Ran silently walked along a small tree-lined path by himself.
When he pushed his mind away and looked back, he felt his feelings for Shi
Mei more and more clearly. It was a kind of obsession, a kind of habit, not a
love that he thought it was.

He had once thought that looking at Shi Mei's appearance, he felt that he
was beautiful, that he was amazing, and that it was very comfortable. This
was desire, but actually, it wasn't.

Humans always admire beautiful things. He admired the appearance of Shi

Mei, but if one were to carefully distinguish it, this appreciation did not
contain any hint of intimacy.

He liked to look at him as if he liked to see the red leaves of the autumn
mountains and the lotus flowers in the summer pond.

He still cherished Shi Mei as before.

But it was different from the past. The current Mo Ran finally understood
what love was. He was not a Willow [1], his love was probably moist and
hot, accompanied by encroachment, with physical collisions, and with the
gushing of blood and turbid fluid.

He was a wolfhound, and he could sniff roses.

However, if one were to eat a tooth, it would not be eating flowers or grass.
It would be flesh and blood.
During dinner time, Xue Meng finally finished compiling all the books in the
second book section of the Compendium Pavilion. He was so tired that he
sighed and lied down on Grandma Meng to complain.

Just as he was bored to death playing with the chopsticks, he suddenly saw
Chu Wanning walk into the dining hall. His spirits were lifted as he stood up
and shouted, "Shizun!"

Chu Wanning looked at him and nodded.

Mo Ran sat beside Xue Meng. He, Xue Meng and Shi Mei, the three of them
normally ate together, but today, when Chu Wanning walked in, Mo Ran
moved the plates on the table, leaving a large space.

"What are you doing?"

However, Mo Ran smiled at Xue Meng without saying anything. He stood up

and waved at Chu Wanning, "Shizun, come sit here."

Xue Meng, "..."

Shi Mei: "..."

Respect was one thing, but eating together was another.

Most people who were able to sit at a table and chew on bones did not have
very stiff relationships with each other. At the very least, they would have to
get used to each other's smacking lips, endure each other's unsightly
manner, and occasionally lose their composure.
Seeing the expressions on Xue Meng's and Shi Mei's faces, even though Chu
Wanning was usually calm and aloof when eating, they were still not used to
it. They did not want to eat together with him.

To them, eating occasionally with their Shizun was the same as socializing.
Both of them had to be taut and polite, and their backs were often stiff from
eating without a care in the world.

Chu Wanning understood this as well. He looked at Mo Ran in surprise and

shook his head. He then carried some vegetables to where he was used to
going.

It had been five years since he had last eaten at Grandma Meng's Hall. The
moment he sat down, Chu Wanning saw a small copper piece carved with
six small cards: "Elder Yuheng's Special Table".

"..."

Was Xue Zhengyong sick?

Placing the wooden tray heavily on the table, Chu Wanning sat down
gloomily. Before he could even eat two bites, a person suddenly pulled up
the wooden chair in front of his and sat down on the "jade seat". The tray he
brought was placed right in front of his plate, very close to each other,
almost touching.

Chu Wanning looked up, "...Why are you here?"

"It's too crowded over there." Mo Ran said, smiling as he picked up the rice
bowl, "So I came to eat with Shizun."
Chu Wanning glanced at Xue Meng and the others, feeling quite baffled:
where was it too crowded?

Not to mention him, even the other two people who were thrown away by
Mo Ran had complicated expressions on their faces as they stealthily looked
at Chu Wanning and Mo Ran's table.

Xue Meng muttered, "Could that dog have gone mad?"

Shi Mei: "..."

However, Mo WeiYu did not care much about it. Just then, he felt
uncomfortable when he saw Chu Wanning sitting alone. Chu Wanning was a
person with a sharp tongue, and he was very pretentious in the way of food
and drinks. He had always either eaten this or tasted that disgusting dish,
and he felt that this was not a good situation, as he was going to get sick
when he grew older.

In the past, he did not care much about what Chu Wanning ate, but now it
was different. Not to mention liking this matter, even if it was out of respect
for his teacher, he still had to feed his Shizun.

But feeding Chu Wanning was a type of knowledge. It was like feeding a cat,
he couldn't be too forceful. He wouldn't want to eat it, so he wouldn't be
able to do it.

Thus, Mo Ran came up with an idea. He picked up a piece of fat Red Braised
Meat and placed it in Chu Wanning's bowl.
"Shizun, try this."

Sure enough, Chu Wanning frowned, "I don't like streaky pork, take it away."

Mo Ran was prepared for this and laughed, "I heard that it's made in a very
sweet manner, with a Jiangnan flavor."

Chu Wanning said, "Jiangnan cooking is different from this."

"If you don't eat it, how do you know the difference?"

"Seems like it can be seen."

"But the chef said it was Jiangnan flavor." Mo Ran threw it down and waited
for the cat to take the bait. He smiled and said, "Grandma Meng's Hall's chef
is an old cook. How could he be wrong? Shizun must have left home for too
long, and have forgotten what the Red Braised Meat looks like at home. "

Chu Wanning said, "... Nonsense, how could I be wrong about that?"

Mo Ran then ate a piece and seemed to really savor it seriously. He sincerely
said, "I think Shizun is wrong. This meat is very sweet. Try one if you don't
believe me."

Chu Wanning did not notice the intention of Mo Ran at all. He picked up the
plate of Red Braised Meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth
indignantly.

"How is it?" Mo Ran suppressed his laughter as he looked at the hooked

white cat.
Chu Wanning frowned seriously and said, "No, the star anise is too fragrant.
I'll go tell the chef that this is not the way to cook the Red Braised Meat in
Jiangnan."

"Ai ai –" Mo Ran immediately pulled him back. He could not help but feel
speechless. Who would have thought that this fellow would be so serious? If
he really went to argue with the chef, wouldn't he be exposing the filling?
"Shizun is not in a hurry. Right now, the chef is busy. Since Shizun has tasted
the wrong food, then it's definitely not the case. I'll go tell him later. Let's
eat first."

Chu Wanning thought about it for a while and agreed. He then sat back
down and continued to eat.

Mo Ran began to trick him again, this time with a piece of fish.

Chu Wanning's chopsticks paused for a second before he asked, "A sage
fish?"

"Yes."

"No, take it away."

"Why not?"

"I don't like it."

Mo Ran laughed. "Isn't it too much?"

"... No."

"But every time Shizun eats fish, he picks the ones without bones or the
ones that are easy to choose from. It can't be that Shizun isn't going to eat
the little Thorny Fish, hahaha."

He was very familiar with Chu Wanning's soft side, he was very picky. Chu
Wanning was fooled again, he was a little angry and said, "Ridiculous." He
picked up the grazer that Mo Ran had given him and ate it, showing by his
actions that he was not a fish that could not eat bones.

Just like that, under the coaxing of Mo Ran, Chu Wanning unknowingly ate a
lot more dishes than usual. It was as if he had tasted all kinds of vegetables
and fowl meat. Originally, he had eaten a very fast meal by himself, but in
his confusion, he had not finished it even after an hour.

By the time they cleaned up the dishes and went out, Xue Meng and the
others had already left, and the disciples of Grandma Meng's Hall were only
left in groups of twos and threes.

The night breeze was blowing. He put his arms behind his head and walked
leisurely. Suddenly, he smiled.

"Shizun."

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm just calling you."

"... I think you ate your fill tonight. "

Mo Ran smiled even more gently. "Yes, it's so full. Shizun, in the future, can I
always eat with you? "

Even though he knew it was useless to refuse Mo Ran, Chu Wanning's

heartbeat still missed by two beats. Fortunately, his eyes remained calm and
collected.

"Why, did you and Xue Meng quarrel?"

"No, no." Mo Ran waved his hand and laughed, "It's just that I haven't eaten
with the two of them for a long time. It's been five years, and sitting with
them again feels a little awkward. If Shizun thinks that I'm a hindrance, then
I'll find another place to eat tomorrow. "

"..."

Of course, he could not say "I feel very sorry for you to be eating alone", nor
could he say "I want to feed you more food". He did not even need to say
these words because Mo Ran knew that it would not work. He could only
show mercy. He had to say that he was pitiful, that he needed someone to
accompany him. Chu Wanning was kind, and he would not reject him.

Mo Ran could almost see the wavering in his eyes. He was only missing the
last bit of strength.

So he continued, "But in fact, I really don't want to eat alone."

"Why?"
Mo Ran lowered his soft eyelashes, and half of the emotion in his smile was
real, the other half was just coaxing Chu Wanning. "Don't you think so,
Shizun? If someone were to casually eat his food, it would be called having a
stomach. "

He paused for a moment. In the red glow of the embroidery, he brushed

away the strands of hair that were blown in front of his forehead.

"If two people eat together, talk, talk, taste in the mouth, it is hot in the
stomach. That's what eating is all about. "

"..."

"Shizun, can I still go with you tomorrow?"

The little wolfdog's heart-warming words were truly unstoppable.

Mo Ran was so obstinately moving that he said:

"Shizun, I've been alone outside for five years. When you woke up, I ate with
you."

"I'm not used to it without you."

"I don't eat rabbit heads nor duck necks." At the end of his sentence, he
burst into laughter and pulled on Chu Wanning's sleeve, acting like a
scoundrel. "I'll eat scallion tofu and osmanthus root with you. Just promise
me, okay?"
It would be better if he didn't say anything. Once he said it, Chu Wanning
suddenly thought of an old grudge and his face darkened. He then sneered
and said, "That's fine, but you have to eat the same food as me in the
morning."

Before Mo Ran could react, he agreed. "Sure, what's the same?"

"Salty bean blossoms." Chu Wanning was merciless, "Add more seaweed."

Mo Ran: "..."

It seemed like this was a grudge he had gotten from eating hotpot with Xia Si
Ni!

Chu Wanning ground his teeth and spoke word by word, "And dried
prawns."
146. Shizun, she wants to have a relationship but it has
nothing to do with me
From that day onwards, a wondrous sight appeared in Grandma Meng's
Hall.

There had never been an idle person who dared to sit proficiently in the "
Elder Yuheng's Special Table", but now there was the addition of Mo WeiYu.

The disciples that came and went would always see Mo Ran and Chu
Wanning eating together. The two of them sat opposite to each other, and
Mo Ran would always bring some dishes to his Shizun's plate.

"Hush, look, shixiong Mo gave Elder another piece of beef belly. Wow, such
a big piece, I bet Elder Yuheng won't eat it."

Not far away, a group of disciples whispered to each other as they placed
their bets in low voices.

"I also bet that he won't be able to eat it. Elder Yuheng doesn't seem to like
eating beef."

"Then I bet he would eat it. After all, he also accepted the pigeon eggs."

The group of people sneaked glances over and held their breath. They saw
Chu Wanning frowning and poking the piece of beef with the tip of his
chopsticks. His face was sullen as he said something to Mo Ran.

They were a little further away, so they couldn't hear him clearly. However,
since Mo Ran seemed to have said something, Chu Wanning's expression
became even more unfriendly.

The juniors who betted on Chu Wanning's not eating were immediately
overjoyed. They were so engrossed in the sight that their spoons almost
went down their noses.
"Look, the elder is not eating anymore, he is not eating anymore!"

"Don't poke me with your elbows. Be quiet. If Elder Yuheng hears that
you're using him as a wager, he'll skin you alive!"

"Hehehe, I don't care. These twenty silver leaves are mine now ~"

As the disciple spoke, he wanted to use the silver leaf placed on the table as
a bargaining chip, but before he could even touch it, he heard the voice of
the person beside him whisper nervously, "Wait, victory is uncertain. The
elder is using the chopsticks again!"

"What?"

When he looked again, he found that Chu Wanning had picked up that piece
of beef. The gamblers could not wait and felt their hearts being pinched by
that piece of white jade. It hurt to pinch.

"He wants to eat, he wants to eat, he want to eat …" "Twenty silver leaves,
twenty silver leaves, twenty silver leaves …" The disciple who had bet that
Chu Wanning would eat a piece of beef was talking nonstop, shaking his legs
nervously. Suddenly, his gaze froze, as though his entire body had frozen
over. "Ah!"

Elder Yuheng had actually thrown the beef that had already been picked up
back into Mo Ran’s bowl without any explanation!

"..."

"Ha ha-ha ha, victory is a close call, victory is a close call!"

"I already said that the elder definitely won't eat it. Come on, the leaves all
belong to me."

The disciple who had lost the bet sighed and was immediately dispirited,
knocking his head against the table. He turned his head to the side and was
speechless, staring blankly in the direction of Chu Wanning.
“Elder, I was wrong. I should not have made you my wager.”

As he was complaining, he suddenly saw Mo Ran's elbow move. He leaned

his tall body forward and said a few more words to Chu Wanning. Then, the
defeated disciple saw with his own eyes that their shixiong Mo picked up the
beef, along with some vegetables, and brought them to Chu Wanning's lips.

… ….

This disciple was stupefied … was senior apprentice brother Mo planning to

feed the Elder directly!?

Apparently, Chu Wanning was not used to it either. He took his chopsticks
and knocked on Mo Ran's chopsticks, saying two words seriously.

That mouth was too easy to understand.

Drop!

Mo Ran then smiled as he put back the chopsticks, vegetables and beef, but
not in his own bowl but in his shizun's bowl. Chu Wanning had no choice but
to sigh and eat the vegetables and beef silently under the watchful eyes of
the other bandits.

"..."

The gamblers at this table were all dumbfounded. The disciples who thought
they would win for sure were all flabbergasted. The silver leaves in their
hands slid off.

However, the man lying on the floor immediately got up and revived with
his blood flowing out. His eyes lit up as he said passionately: "Hahaha,
victory is lost ah! To turn a defeat into a victory! shixiong, shidi, sorry, but
these leaves belong to me. Hahahaha, I've sent it, I will bet again tomorrow,
haha, I will bet again tomorrow! "
On the other side, the master and disciple were completely oblivious to it.
Mo Ran was holding the chopsticks,slowly eating the rice in the bowl while
watching Chu Wanning eat the beef jerky.

Old Lady Meng's room was a little hot. He had rolled up his left sleeve all the
way to his elbow, revealing a firm and slender arm. The arm muscles moved,
undulating under the honey-colored skin. He scooped up a bowl of soup and
added a few more ribs into the bowl, especially when Chu Wanning wasn't
paying attention.

"Shizun, finish the soup and dispel the cold."

"Clear soup?"

Mo Ran blinked his eyes. "I think so. I didn't notice it when we fought. I
forgot."

Chu Wanning took a look at the noodle soup. There was a piece of green,
greasy, and hairy vegetable leaf floating on the surface. It looked extremely
tasty, so he did not reject it. He picked it up and drank a spoonful.

"Is it good to drink?"

"Not bad."

"Then don't waste it." "Drink some more."

Chu Wanning glanced at him blandly, "You still dare to say anything about
me? In the future, don't cook so many dishes for me. If you can't even finish
your own food, I'll share all of it with you."

"Haha, good, then I'll play a bit less next time."

Seeing Chu Wanning nod, Mo Ran picked up his bowl of soup. The soup was
a bit hot, he blew on it and the steam dispersed, causing his resolute face to
appear gentle.
It was clearly just a bowl of boiled water with some meat seasoning, but it
was able to warm his entire body from the pit of his stomach to the depths
of his heart while he drank the soup with the people he loved. That kind of
feeling of satisfaction was as if he had thrown a small stone into the water,
and ripples spread out on the surface of the lake layer by layer, flickering
with light.

Mo Ran, in the peace that he had experienced in his entire life, couldn't help
but sigh softly.

As it turned out, time was carefree. Once it entered one's mouth, one would
only be able to taste the flavor of a bowl of soup.

For this bowl of soup, he had once grinded his teeth and sucked his blood,
killing people to death just like he did for this bowl of soup.

He held the bowl of soup in his hands and drank very quickly.

The uneasiness in his heart, the uncertainty of his future, and the guilt of his
regret were all things he didn't want to think too much about. His good days
lived too little, and he needed to fight for them day and night. It wasn't that
he didn't want to taste it slowly, but that he was very relaxed. In fact, he was
very envious of people like Xue Meng. Because they were born rich and
powerful, they were always calm and unhurried.

Mo Ran could not remain calm, as there were so few things in his possession
that he could only grit his teeth and constantly fight for them, while the
things that he had stolen would not be taken away, so he could only
immediately devour them. In this aspect, he had retained almost the nature
of a beast, and felt that only by eating the food and hiding it in his stomach
would he be able to feel at ease.

When he was a child, he fought with other children for food.

In his previous life, he fought with the various deities for the land under the
heavens.
In this lifetime, he only wanted to snatch this bowl of soup.

He knew that he had done many evil things, and feared that fate would one
day settle with him. Thus, all he wanted was to snatch away his pitiful
happiness and run for his life, leaving fate far behind him.

Like all those who tried to start over after committing a felony, Mo Ran was
still laughing, but his heart was still uneasy. When the liveliness gradually
turned cold, he would always feel that the peace in front of him was fake. It
was like a mirage, like the reflection of the moon in a mirror. In the end, he
would still wake up and return to the empty Wu Mountain Hall and return to
hell.

Thus, he wanted to drink a few more mouthfuls before the soup turned
cold.

If this was the case, one day, if he really did get his retribution for his sins,
be despised by the world, be judged by fate, and be once again pushed into
the depths of the cold pond, then he could use this hot breath to walk down
by himself.

"What are you thinking about?" Chu Wanning asked him.

"Ah!" Mo Ran came back to his senses and gently replied. He then smiled
and said, "It's nothing. I like to be in a daze when I'm full."

Chu Wanning glanced at his empty bowl, "Have you finished drinking?"

"Yes."

"You seem to like the soup today?"

"Haha, that's right."

Chu Wanning took his bowl and said, "I'll go get more for you."
He returned very quickly, and sure enough, he brought a big bowl full of
broth. It was a bit hot, so after putting the bowl down, Chu Wanning used
his fingertips to warm his ears, warming his ears and lowering the
temperature of his fingers.

He sat down again and said, "Drink."

"A full bowl."

"Drink slowly." "There's more than enough, no one will fight with you for it."

Mo Ran was moved by this simple sentence. He held the bowl of soup in his
hands, his black eyes drooping. With a shallow nasal voice, he smiled and
replied, "Alright."

Chu Wanning did not know that at that moment, Mo Ran had used all the
effort of his life to prevent himself from holding the bowl full of soup. When
he heard the words "not enough, no one will fight with you", tears fell from
his eyes.

Chu Wanning had been gone for five years, and he had been tormenting
himself for five years.

Five years later, his shizun told him to take his time.

Mo Ran's heart suddenly hurt. The closer he got to Chu Wanning, the more
upset he felt. In fact, if he did not pay attention to many things, he would
not be able to see the emotions behind them. However, when he looked at
them with his heart, he could see how kind and tolerant Chu Wanning was
to him.

He had defiled such a person in his previous life.

In this life, what virtue or ability did he have to be able to be his companion
for the rest of his life?
His heart was trembling, he was painfully struggling, while feeling that he
was unworthy. He felt that he should have stayed far away from Chu
Wanning. Where did he get the face to have a smile on his face? Shameless!

But on the other hand, he longed for it all the time — was this it, could it be
that they were still a long way off in their lives, letting him redeem, little by
little, the sins he had committed, all right?

——

I came back from Corpse Mountain with sin all over my body.

I used the hands full of blood in my previous life to scoop up the rich and
warm soup of this life.

I am willing to kneel for the rest of my life and return my soul to Purgatory
after death. I only hope that you … He was still willing to hold it and taste it.

"Shizun."

At some point in time, Xue Meng had arrived.

In fact, ever since Chu Wanning died, he had been feeling this way of self-
reproach and unease all day and all night. After being immersed in this sort
of emotion for a long time, his entire body would seem very heavy, which
was not a good thing for others.

However, there were one or two things in life that would occasionally touch
him, and he would once again fall into a dilemma and self-loathing because
of a single sentence, a single matter.

He raised his head and looked at Xue Meng. His gloomy face had not yet
disappeared, which caused Xue Meng to jump in fright.

"Oh, what are you doing, you dog? That kind of gaze at me? Do I owe you
money? "
Mo Ran knew that he was in a good mood and couldn't recover it in a short
while, so he forced a smile and said, "I ate too much, do you have something
to say to Shizun?Then you guys can talk, I'm going out to get some fresh air."

"No, don't go. Sit down. This has something to do with you."

"It has something to do with me? What is it?"

The expression on Xue Meng's face was somewhat subtle. "Speak out and
don't be disappointed …"

Chu Wanning said, "Alright, Xue Meng, just say it directly."

"Oh, oh." When Xue Meng, who had originally wanted to keep him in
suspense, heard his Shizun's words, he immediately said, "It's like this. I just
received an invitation. Song Qiu Tong is getting married."

Mo Ran's expression changed, and his face instantly lost all color.

However, the trembling was not because of Song Qiu Tong, but Xue Meng —
— In his life, Mo Ran knew very well what kind of trash Song Qiu Tong was.
He wished that he could walk around her and pay her back with clean water.

But Xue Meng …

Why would Xue Meng believe that he would be disappointed when Song Qiu
Tong got married?

Mo Ran felt his heart clench. Almost at the same time, he thought of the
fake Gou Chen who had been causing trouble all this time, the mastermind
who had yet to surface and was hidden very deeply.

That person was most likely someone who had reincarnated. If that was the
case, then that person would be very clear about the past of Mo Ran. He
would be very clear about the sins that Mo Ran committed in his previous
life!
Mo Ran's face was pale, but he forced himself to remain calm. He calmly
looked at Xue Meng and asked, "Why is it related to me?"

"Don't you know that yourself?" Xue Meng's expression was somewhat
strange as he said, "Today, the Ru Feng Sect came to deliver the wedding
invitation. That Miss Song even specially arranged for someone to send you
a letter. You don't want to have anything to do with her, so why would she
write to you? Mo Ran, I am not talking about you, but when did you offend
her? "

"..." Mo Ran's emotions were difficult to calm. It felt like a thorn in his back.
After a while, he said, "To me? Could it be that I made a mistake …"

"It can't be wrong."

As Xue Meng spoke, he took out an envelope from within his robes and
slapped it onto the table in front of Mo Ran.

Mo Ran glanced at the envelope, his heart beating like a drum as countless
thoughts flashed through his mind.

It was indeed Song Qiu Tong's handwriting, but why had he coincidentally
met Song Qiu Tong in this life and fixed a letter for him before her wedding?

Xue Meng crossed his arms and said unhappily, "Are you going to break it off
privately, or do you want to watch it with us here?"

"..."

Mo Ran turned his head to the side and saw Chu Wanning staring back at
him with a frown on his face.

"Remove it?" Xue Meng couldn't hold back his anger. He hated the act of
messing around with a man and a woman the most, and it was somewhat
overbearing.

If that was the case, there was no way to avoid it...

Mo Ran only felt a wave of weakness. His outstretched fingers were cold. He
did not make a sound, but silently took the letter and opened it.
147. Shizun, you have something to say
There was only a thin piece of paper inside, with a few words written on it.

Mo Ran took a glance and his heart dropped. He was almost relieved to find
that his heavy shirt was soaked with cold sweat.

Xue Meng also came over to take a look.

"What?" With a single glance, he frowned, "How could this happen?"

"... " Otherwise, what else would it be? I already said that I'm not familiar
with her." With ease, Mo Ran truly laughed. He placed the letter on the
table and said, "You made the matter sound so weird, you've really fooled
me."

One of them was a carp essence, which was a disaster for the Dreamy Cloud
Swampland. Because of its profound magic power and its desolation, many
cultivators went out to fight, turning into bones that could be used to build
caves.

Although the Dreamy Cloud Swampland was filled with demonic aura and
was a place where demons could easily cultivate to the Exquisite Spirit
Realm, carp were not animals with high attack. It was reasonable to say that
demons that cultivated this kind of aura would not have such a strong killing
ability. After battling with it for over eighty rounds, Mo Ran finally killed it
under the effect of 'the devil'. He cut open the fish's belly and finally found
out the reason.

"The carp essence from back then had a Wangshu Crystal in its abdomen."
"The thousand year moonlight condensed from this crystal is a top grade
spirit stone. It can be used to temper weapons or to cultivate spiritual cores.
It is a top quality spirit stone."
Chu Wanning said, "She's just a sphenoid beauty seat, why would she want
this for?"

"She said that she wanted to ask for her husband's Fire Spirit Core, but he's
been cultivating too fast these past few years and is in danger of going
berserk, so she didn't hesitate at all and wanted to ask me to buy the
Wangshu Crystal as a dowry to help her husband suppress the evil aura."

Hearing this, Xue Meng nodded his head. "To think that she would ask her
husband to be at peace even after his daughter has gone missing. Her
intentions are rather hard to come by."

Upon hearing that, Mo Ran laughed, "Where did she get the money from?
Wasn't she just asking for it from the Ru Feng Sect? She was so good-
looking and had spoken a few words in a soft voice, which martial brother
could reject her? If it was you, could you? "

Xue Meng immediately opened his eyes wide. "Don't make me sound like
I'm a fool."

"Don't be angry, I'm just making an analogy." As Mo Ran said this, he

handed the letter back to Xue Meng. If one did not reply to the letter at the
summit of the dead, it would usually have to be stored in a box in the
Compendium Pavilion.

Xue Meng was stunned. "Archive?"

"No return? Then you can burn it."

"... No, " Xue Meng was getting a bit anxious." She asked for a spirit stone
for her wedding, but she didn't ask for one for nothing. She said she would
pay at all costs and was sincere. Why didn't you sell it? "

"It's not that I don't want to sell it, it's not useful for me to keep the Spirit
Stone. But I've already given it to you."

"For, for me?"

"Yeah." He smirked and pointed at the saber, Long Cheng, that was at Xue
Meng's waist and said, "Didn't I send you a crystal a few years ago so that I
could temper the Long Cheng for you? The Long Cheng today is no longer
the same as the Long Cheng from before. Aren't you going to thank that
carp spirit? "

Xue Meng's mouth was agape and he was speechless for a long time.

"..."

He only knew that when Mo Ran traveled the world, he obtained a gem.
However, he had never cared about where this gem came from. Towards
Mo Ran, he was always holding back a breath. No matter if this person was
evil or kind, he still retained a trace of unwillingness, a trace of rejection.

Therefore, when his father said that the gem Mo Ran had given him could
help him ascend to the Long Cheng, although he was grateful in his heart, he
was also very aggrieved. He felt that he had been favored by his competitors
for no reason, so he didn't ask any questions.

Unexpectedly, Mo Ran had actually given him a priceless "heavenly

weapon". Xue Meng's mood immediately became even more complicated,
and he was unable to tell what he felt like.

After a long while, he finally said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Mo Ran smiled and waved his hand,
"It's just a coincidence."

Xue Meng's expression became even more unsightly, and he stubbornly

said, "It's not as if I'm thanking you, it's that carp spirit that has lost its life. I
thank him. "

"Hahahahaha, then in the future, don't eat carp meat anymore. You must be
generous to your benefactor."

"Humph!"
After laughing for a while, Mo Ran suddenly thought of something and
asked, "Oh right, who was Song Qiu Tong going to marry when you bluffed
her? To be able to cause such a big commotion, he is merely a junior, to be
able to make the Ru Feng Sect send out invitation cards. Amazing, is she
going to get married to the Jadepool Villa? "

"That's not it."

"Not with Jade Lake Villa? I thought that old shizun of the manor was lustful
and that the Ru Feng Sect was on good terms with them, so I gave Song Qiu
Tong to him. " Mo Ran smiled. "Which one is that? To be able to get
engaged with the Ru Feng Sect and even cause such a ruckus... It can't be
the Taxue Gong, right? "

"What are you thinking!" Xue Meng glared at him. "Why must we get
married?"

Mo Ran was stunned. His smile froze as he asked, "Then who else can he be
with?"

"How dare you! Have you forgotten, this wild horse Young Master of the Ru
Feng Sect is already old enough to get married. Song Qiu Tong is so
beautiful, it's not bad if it's compatible with him …"

Before he could finish his muttering, Mo Ran suddenly stood up and

exclaimed: "Nangong?!"

Xue Meng jumped in fright. "What are you doing?"

"She... How did she get married to Nangong Si? "How could this be …" He
was too shocked, Mo Ran's heart was in turmoil, he was unable to calm
down for a long time, he could only mutter, "Nangong Si …."

No wonder he had this reaction.

One had to know that at this time in his previous life, Nangong Si had
already died from a serious illness!
All these years, he had wholeheartedly bowed down to the conflict among
the refugees and had not cared about the matters of the famous sects and
clans. Since he did not have many connections with the Ru Feng Sect, he was
naturally even less worried. It was only at this moment that Xue Meng
suddenly announced to him the marriage of Song Qiu Tong and Nangong Si
that he suddenly realized —

That's not right.

All of this was wrong. The change in the fate of this world did not only
happen to him, it even happened to the Ru Feng Sect of Wind, which he did
not seem to want to close.

Yet, the person who should have entered the coffin did not go in. Instead, it
became a hot affair and he even wanted to marry his previous life's empress
as his wife …

This news was a bit shocking, and he was momentarily unable to swallow it.
He began to choke.

Also, was Nangong Si blind!? To such a woman?

However, he still had to celebrate. He had to present gifts. Since Sect Head
Nangong had delivered the invitation card to him, how could he not go? The
wedding banquet was set to be held on the 15th of the month. Xue
Zhengyong had properly arranged the affairs of the sect and handed them
over to the two Elders Greedy Wolf and Xun Ji, preparing to set out on his
journey to Lin Yi.

Besides him, due to the etiquette of the cultivation world, Madam Wang,
Xue Meng, and Mo Ran all had to attend the meeting. In addition, Nangong
Si specially invited Chu Wanning by name, saying that he had received some
advice from the elder when he was young. He wanted the elder to show him
some face, so Chu Wanning had to go as well.
"The Ru Feng Sect is the number one sect in the world. Their Young Master's
wedding, all the reputable people in the world will come to celebrate." Xue
Zheng Yong said, "The peak of the dead is usually free from trifling matters,
but when encountering a situation like this, one must still discipline
themselves and not let others see them as a joke."

Xue Meng asked, "What rules? I think I'm good enough myself. "

Xue Zhengyong tugged at his bun and said, "It's wrong to wear a crown like
this. You're wearing a golden one."

"What happened to the gold crown?"

Madam Wang smiled sweetly. "Meng'er, this is your first time attending a
wedding and you still don't understand many things, so let me tell you, you
better listen carefully, marry in the upper cultivation world. Only the groom
is allowed to wear a gold headdress. If you wear a gold crown on your head,
you'll go and snatch the bride away."

Xue Meng's face suddenly turned red and he stuttered, "Snatch the bride?
No, no, no, I won't take the bride."

Mo Ran then teased him, " And then we capture you and Miss Song and lock
them in the small house, are you afraid?"

"You've only just been locked in the small house!" Xue Meng was ashamed
and angry at the same time. "I won't wear it!"

Xue Zheng Yong said, "I can see that you don't have a clear request to make
for the wedding decorations. How about this, I'll have someone order
something for each of you. When the time comes, you can wear it."

He paused for a moment, and looked at Chu Wanning in particular, and

asked tentatively, "Yuheng, is it okay?"

Xue ZhengYong did not fear the others and would at most make a joke, but
Chu Wanning was too used to wearing white, and if they did not mention
him, it would be possible for him to attend the wedding. By then, Nangong
Si would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

Chu Wanning agreed, "Sure."

The evening before the departure, the wedding attire Xue had ordered for
everyone had arrived. He had specially hired Lin Yi's tailor to make these
clothes. They were well-made, with dense threads, and very beautiful
appearances. Even a picky person like Xue Meng nodded in satisfaction upon
receiving the clothes.

Mo Ran carried a pile of clean clothes to the top of the southern peak, then
he entered the Red Lotus Pavilion and said in a clear voice, "Shizun, Uncle
entrusted me with the task of sending this set of clothes to you."

He walked over to the lotus pond and saw Chu Wanning practicing his
swordplay.

He recalled that Chu Wanning's second weapon was a sword, but that sword
was filled with killing intent. It had the power to destroy the heavens and
the earth, so Chu Wanning did not use it lightly. However, the blade was not
sharpened, nor was it skillful. Even if the blade didn't have any chance to
leave the sheath, Chu Wanning would still swing the other swords from time
to time.

At this moment, the moon was cold. Perhaps it was because he was
practicing his sword, but he took off his outer robe. Inside, there was only a
white silk undergarment.

Instead of his customary high ponytail, he had pulled up his hair and tied it
into a neat bun, making his face appear exceptionally spirited and thinner.
When the frost bloomed, it was as light as a lotus illuminating the water,
and when the cold electricity appeared, it was like a flood dragon tearing
through the air, opening and closing, retracting and releasing, all pointed at
the best advantage, and even with Mo Ran standing not far away, he could
not find the slightest flaw.
All of a sudden, Chu Wanning's eyebrows shot up as he pointed his long
sword at the lotus pond. The water in the pond was cut in half by the
sword's aura and was forced by the blade of the sword to stop moving for a
long time. With a tap of his toes, his long body gracefully flew over the
center of the water wave. His arms were spread open and his white sleeves
were flowing. Like a fairy, he gracefully landed on the pavilion on the other
side of the pond.

"Shizun!"

Mo Ran was afraid that he would run far away with another leap, so he
hurriedly chased after him to the pavilion and called out to him. The bright
moon hung high in the sky, and the night was a little cold. The tall crabapple
trees beside the pavilion were covered in snow-white petals, Chu Wanning
stepped on the sharp end of the pavilion, his clothes somewhat spread out,
revealing the jade moonlight. When he heard the commotion, he lowered
his head, his eyes were black and bright.

"Why are you here?"

He narrowed his eyes as the night wind blew through the scattered strands
of hair on his forehead.

"I'm here to give you some clothes. Why don't you try and see if they fit?"

Chu Wanning humphed lightly, suddenly remembering that Mo Ran had

been reputed as a Grandmaster in this world. He had not fought with him
after waking up, and his heart skipped a beat. In a flash, he flew down with
his sword in his hand and shouted, "Try catching my sword first!"
148. Shizun’s respect for nature

Mo Ran was shocked. He did not expect that Chu Wanning would use this
move. He hastily dodged and used his sword to cut his chest.

"Shizun wants to spar with me. At least try on your clothes first. Uncle is still
waiting for me to return to him."

"Let's spar first, and then I'll test the clothes."

"Uncle is in a hurry. The tailor is still in the hall. If you want anything, you
have to change it."

"Then let's hurry up and do it."

"..."

This point was very similar to that of Xue Meng. They both competed in the
heart of martial arts and it was extremely difficult to suppress them. As the
two of them spoke, the long sword had already pierced several of the vital
points of Mo Ran. It was fortunate that Mo Ran had been tempered for a
long time and had dodged in time.

Otherwise, if he was not injured, his clothes would have been riddled with
holes.

Suddenly, the blade of the sword landed on Mo Ran's shoulder. Chu

Wanning retracted his momentum and just raised his sword to attack him,
"Mo-zongshi, is this all you've got?"
Mo Ran was forced into a corner by this person, he had nowhere to put the
clothes in his hands and said with a bitter smile, "Shizun doesn't plan on
letting me go now, but bullies me instead?"

Chu Wanning's eyes were like sharp knives, his brows were slightly knitted,
"Do you want me to let you live a life?"

"Haha, that's true."

"... Are you going to fight or not? "

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll fight, I'll fight okay." Mo Ran smiled and shook his
head. Flames shot out from the tips of his fingers. "Jiangui, summon them!"

He had just grabbed hold of the willow vine, and with another sword thrust
forward, Mo Ran flew back a few feet, and suddenly shot out a whip,
wrapping itself around Chu Wanning's sword hilt. Chu Wanning didn't seem
to mind. With a flick of his wrist, he broke free from the shackles and
appeared behind Mo Ran in a flash. He raised his long blade and pressed it
against Mo Ran's neck.

Chu Wanning stuck closely to his back, looking a little gloomy, "You're not
paying attention, start over."

His throat moved under the blade of the sword as he said with a low laugh,
"Shizun, don't be so hasty with your words. If you look carefully again, have I
put in the effort?"
As the sound of his voice faded, Chu Wanning was startled to find that the
burning willow vine had wrapped itself around his arm and was holding him
firmly in place, not allowing him to move an inch.

Chu Wanning stared at his arm for a while. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Hmm? That's right, take it back."

Mo Ran smiled and said, "How can you just accept it as you please?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I want Shizun to go change."

Chu Wanning snorted coldly, "...Let's decide who wins and who loses. "

As he said this, he poured his powerful spirit energy into his right arm,
forcing Jiangui out of the way. Then, he suddenly flew backwards, creating a
distance between him and Mo Ran.

For a time, the willow vine and the long sword clashed against each other in
midair. The two weapons didn't give any spirit energy, so when they fought,
they didn't have the spectacular momentum of the Spiritual Current
colliding with fire and lightning, but each move was executed perfectly. Mo
Ran was still holding onto the robe that he wanted to change for Chu
Wanning with one hand, so Chu Wanning used his right hand to fight with
the other.

Chu Wanning was breathing heavily, a drop of sweat was flowing through
his pitch-black brows, almost reaching his eyes, but he was too focused on
Mo Ran to be distracted. The sweat seeped through his eyelashes and into
his eyes, and he endured not blinking.

The fighting spirit of the Beidou Immortal had been aroused by his disciple.
He loved to fight and fight to his heart's content. He was usually indifferent
and cold, but it was only because he was hard-pressed to meet his
opponent. Mo Ran was like a fire. With a boom, it lit up the entire pool of
liquor. In an instant, flames lit up the sky.

At the end of their fight, their swords made ominous creaking sounds
because it could not handle such a powerful impact. In the end, when they
got close to each other in the air, it actually made buzzing sounds and broke
into thousands of pieces of iron powder!

"The sword is broken." Mo Ran said helplessly, "Do we still need to fight?"

Chu Wanning's eyes were filled with the smoke of the beacon. He threw
away the hilt of his sword and stood tall and straight with his white robe
slightly open. He said firmly, "Fight."

"..."

Before Mo Ran could react , Chu Wanning had already shot out a crossbow
and an arrow. Like a cheetah in the forest or a falcon in the snow, he
attacked Mo Ran. Mo Ran hurriedly retreated Jiangui. He raised his hand to
block and the two of them once again used a new method to contend for
the upper hand. It was a difficult fight.

Close combat was not the same as melee combat. Powerful men usually had
the advantage, not to mention the fact that there was already not much of a
difference between Chu Wanning and Mo Ran. Thus, this time, Chu Wanning
was at a disadvantage.

Mo Ran smiled. "Shizun, stop fighting. If you don't use your spiritual power,
then to be honest, you can't beat me."

Chu Wanning was furious, "You are an arrogant renegade disciple!"

"If Shizun is angry, I'll let Shizun have ten moves."

"Mo Weiyu!" Chu Wanning became angry out of embarrassment, and his
punches and kicks became faster and fiercer.

The crabapple blossoms fell one by one, soft as the wind and the snow.
Under the tree, the Shizun and disciple duo lashed out with their kicks,
doing whatever they wanted. After another 80 or so rounds, Chu Wanning
gradually felt exhausted — he had first practiced the sword for an hour
before Mo Ran came, then he had used the weapon and Mo Ran to fight a
hundred times. He was truly exhausted.

However, his eyes were very bright, and his heartbeat was very fast. His
handsome face was filled with spirit and radiance.

The longer they fought, the more entangled they became. Chu Wanning
suddenly turned to the side and used his elbow to slash towards the chest
area of Mo Ran, but he was stopped by Mo Ran.

The two of them pressed against each other as their arms trembled …
Chu Wanning's arm was held so tightly by Mo Ran that his long, coarse
fingers looked like they were going to crush him to pieces. Even his bones
were broken.

The beast nature of Mo Ran and the desire to conquer him were also
ignited. With a sudden burst of strength, he finally managed to control Chu
Wanning's strength and then suddenly flipped his hand.

Chu Wanning was shocked. By the time he regained his senses, Mo Ran had
already buried his body into his sweaty embrace.

"Do we still need to fight?" Behind him, Mo Ran's voice was laughing, his
back pressed against his broad chest. His heart was pounding, and the young
man's chest was hot as fire, solid as iron, like a rock that was about to melt
him down. Mo Ran's lips were pressed against the back of his ear, and his
breath was scorching hot, spraying all over the back of his bare neck. Since
Chu Wanning had tied a bun around his head and no hair on his neck , he
could feel the terrifying aura of a tiger or wolf, almost to the point of ripping
his entire male body apart.

Due to his perspiration, the ruthlessness was intertwined with his embrace,
and it was as moist as spring water …

"Shizun, are we still fighting?"

"..." Chu Wanning bit his lower lip until his eyes turned red.

F * ck, he was unwilling!

Just as he was about to fight again, his lips were pressed down, as if by
coincidence, a rough yet warm feeling caused goosebumps to rise all over
his body. Chu Wanning's hair stood on end as he shouted through gritted
teeth, "Let go of me!"

Although his words were fierce, his body was trembling uncontrollably in
Mo WeiYu's embrace. Luckily, Mo Ran was unable to distinguish that he was
trembling because of his exhaustion. In fact, Mo Ran could not protect
himself, so how could he be distracted and discover Chu Wanning's
abnormality?

Chu Wanning heard his low and hoarse voice. It sounded like he was on the
verge of breaking out into a deep smile, "After I let go, will Shizun be willing
to go back to your room and change?"

Chu Wanning's eyes reddened in anger, "......Let go!"

His evasion was rewarded with an even more forceful and brutal clamping.
Chu Wanning's arm was almost crushed into a dislocated position. His body
went soft, and he couldn't help but let out a hoarse moan.

This moan was too similar to a moan from a bed. Mo Ran froze for a
moment, then his lower body immediately reacted. At this moment, he was
very close to Chu Wanning. He was afraid that his Shizun would feel his
anger at the hot and hard moment. How could Mo Ran dare to let Chu
Wanning know? Instinctively, he pushed Chu Wanning away, not daring to
continue suppressing him from behind.

The instant he let go of him, Chu Wanning was caught off guard. He hugged
his arm that was in pain and turned his head to give him a powerful kick.
With real strength, he threw the unprepared Mo Ran onto the ground. Mo
Ran didn't expect the fellow to suddenly kick his butt. His entire body went
numb as he laid on the floor. Feeling as though his ribs were about to break,
he frowned in pain.

"Shizun, you're too …"

The victory was a bit unfair.

He didn't dare to say anything else. He forced himself to squint his watery
eyes and tried his best to raise his head to look at Chu Wanning.

He saw that his Shizun's clothes were in a mess. The white silk robe had long
since been opened due to the intense fight, revealing a firm and smooth
chest that rose and fell with the rapid breathing. Chu Wanning was gasping
for breath. He pulled on his messy clothes, his hair was in disarray, and his
temples were in disarray. Due to the intense fighting, his eyes were slightly
red.

Chu Wanning slowly stood up, looking down on him from above. His chin
was slightly raised and his eyes were filled with arrogance.

He caught his breath and said, "You lost. It's useless to be tall. "

Mo Ran did not know whether to laugh or cry. As he spoke, the corner of his
mouth curled up into a bloody foam, "Didn't I lose? Even my bones will be
broken by Shizun's kick. "

"..."
As he said this, Chu Wanning felt a little weak. He had been enjoying the
fight, and he did not remember if his last kick had stopped yet. He bent over
and pressed his chest bone, "Where did it go?"

"This way..."

"Does it hurt?"

"..." Of course it hurt, but he wasn't a fifteen-sixteen year old boy at the
moment.

Seeing that he was not in a good mood, Chu Wanning grabbed the stack of
clothes. With his other hand, he tried to set Mo Ran on fire, but
unexpectedly, he had exhausted too much of his strength. Mo Ran was
heavy and high so he didn't pull him up, instead his whole person fell on Mo
Ran's body. He heard the groan of the man below him, and quickly sat up.
Without thinking, he went to check Mo Ran's injury.

"Does it hurt?" Chu Wanning's face turned pale.

"Get off me first."

Luckily, he was still able to speak. It seemed that he wasn't dead yet.

Chu Wanning got up in a hurry, but those who were weak would find it
difficult to get up once they fell. His legs were actually soft, and they were
unstable, not standing still.
He fell back down in a sorry state.
At first, Chu Wanning didn't notice, but at the moment, he was only wearing
a thin layer of silk, and this position was very awkward. As soon as he
moved, he felt that there was something huge sticking out of his body.
149. Shizun, I can’t stand up

"..." Chu Wanning was speechless.

Mo Ran: "..."

Almost in a panic, with an unknown source of strength, Chu Wanning got up

abruptly. His lips quivered as his face alternated between green and red. It
was as if he was extremely shocked, and frightened.

The mighty and prestigious Elder Yuheng, to think that he actually, really
seemed to have been shocked.

Mo Ran's heart was instantly thrown into disarray. He felt extremely uneasy.
He clutched his chest, which was in so much pain from the kick, and sat up.
He carefully said, "Shizun …"

Chu Wanning took a big step back as if his tail had been stepped on.

It must have been hard on him to be able to open his phoenix eyes so wide.

It seemed like he was really shocked...

Mo Ran smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry, I'm not … I …"

He didn't know what to say.

In fact, it was Chu Wanning who was the most shocked. What do you mean
by 'I am not '? What am I? How could Mo Ran react? Was he mistaken? But
if there was no response, how hard and big could he usually be? That would
be more.

Suddenly, he thought of that damned ranking list. There were four words
written on it.

This was definitely not a common thing …

Chu Wanning's face turned completely red. He saw that Mo Ran still wanted
to say something, so he raised his hand and said, "Don't say anymore, you
can go back now."

He endured the pain and got up. When he got up, he maintained his half-
kneeling posture and said in a low voice, "Shizun, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on
purpose."

"..." Chu Wanning looked at him with a complicated expression. He looked

like he was thinking about a lot of things, but in reality, his mind was stuck
on the word 'definitely not normal'.

After Mo Ran had ran away, Chu Wanning stood still for a long time.

The fine hairs on his arms stood on end, and he seemed to be in a daze.

He suddenly recalled that when they went to the Jin Cheng Chi to ask for a
sword, he accidentally wrestled while bathing in the hot spring, and they
also encountered him accidentally. However, they only came into contact
for a short period of time, Chu Wanning wasn't sure if he was mistaken or
not, but just now, Mo Ran personally said that he was sorry, and that it was
an accident, which also meant that he was really … Desire. It wasn't an
illusion.

Although he knew that it was normal for men to want to burn because of
what they saw in front of their eyes, Chu Wanning knew from his own heart
that he wasn't that attractive. There were many more people in the world
that were more handsome than him.

… …. What's there to look at?

Even though he was confused, the creepy feeling between his legs would
not fade. Even though there was a layer of clothing between his legs, it still
seemed so fresh and ferocious.

In the midst of all the jumbled thoughts, a thought suddenly popped into his
head at the wrong time.

He couldn't help but think, if such a ferocious beast was thrown out of the
cage, who would be able to withstand it …

Chu Wanning clenched his teeth gloomily, but the blush on his face could
not be hidden as the contents of his eyes were blurry and messy.

It was as if he had been set on fire and was being entangled by hot flames.

He stood outside for a long time before returning to his room. Chu Wanning
took off his bun and bit down on his lips. He raised his hand and rearranged
his long hair, tying it tightly into a ponytail.
He heaved a sigh of relief and raised his head to look at himself in the
mirror.

The phoenix eyes were narrow, and when he wasn't smiling, there was
always a domineering and ruthless feeling, not pleasant to look at.

The nose is not too high, the curvature is gentle, the outline is not very vivid,
not likeable.

His mouth...

Forget it, this mouth was just like the words that came out of his mouth. It
was very thin, and its color was cold. There was no warmth within it, and of
course, it was also unlikeable.

Who knew what kind of madness Mo Ran was, to be so fervent.

Chu Wanning had always been a conservative person who didn't know much
about matters of the heart. Even when he met those books, he felt that they
were dirty, so he stared at the mirror and tried to figure out what was going
on.

Forget it.

Then, he might as well forget about it. Elder Yuheng, who had never
experienced love before, thought to himself. After all, it wasn't necessarily
true that men would only react when they were in love. Perhaps this was
just a coincidence.
The next day, Xue Zhengyong and Madam Wang stood in front of the
mountain gate, waiting for the arrival of the other three guests. The first
person to come was Xue Meng. He usually wore the Bluesilver Flexible
Armor on the SiSheng Peak, always appearing to be sharp and overbearing.

However, he was dressed in an elegant and dignified ceremonial robe today.

He had combed his hair very simply, leaving behind only a jade hairpin. His
entire demeanor was a bit different. He was dignified, and his shoes were
elegantly made of clogs.

Seeing his parents, he actually felt a little embarrassed. He tugged at the

corner of his sleeves and said, "Father, Mother."

Xue Zheng Yong couldn't help but exclaim, "Meng'er is so pretty, he's
basically carved out of the same mold as your mother."

Madam Wang had a pair of beautiful eyes that dropped downwards. Her
face was a little red from being praised like that by her husband.

She waved at Xue Meng and said, "Come here, Meng'er. Come here."

Xue Meng stood in front of her. She raised her head to look at him for a
while, and her eyes seemed to contain the passage of time, wasting away
time. After a while, she lightly sighed, "This dress looks white and very nice
on you."

Xue Meng laughed. "It's all because my mother was born and raised."
"All you know how to do is talk like your father." As Lady Wang spoke, she
felt somewhat sorrowful. "In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years
have passed …"

Xue Meng seemed to have anticipated what she was going to say next. His
smile suddenly froze, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

But what use was half a step like this? He still couldn't avoid his mother's
nagging.

Sure enough, Lady Wang pulled him along and said earnestly, "Meng'er,
today we are going to the Ru Feng Sect to congratulate Young Shizun Nan
Gong. Look, you and him are around the same age, shouldn't you be at the
age to discuss marriage?"

"Mother, I still don't want to get married yet …I don't have anyone I like …"
Xue Meng mumbled.

"Mom knows you don't have anyone you like, so you should pay more
attention to other girls when you go to the meeting. They don't necessarily
have to be rich or powerful. As long as someone is good and you like them,
your mother will definitely make sure to find someone to matchmake for
you."

Xue Meng's face turned red.

"You haven't even said a single word. How could I, your mother, directly
think of a matchmaker?"

"Mother only mentioned it …"

"But I don't like anyone. Mother, just speak of those girls we've seen in the
cultivation world. They're not even as good-looking as me. If I marry them,
won't I suffer a loss? Not marrying, not marrying, not marrying." Xue Meng's
head shook like a rattle drum. Suddenly, an idea came to him, and he said,
"Besides, why did you just urge me? Isn’t Mo Ran a year older than me?
Why don't you worry about him? And my Shizun—"

"What realm is Elder Yuheng at? Are you going to compete with him? " Lady
Wang found it somewhat amusing. "Alright, I won't force you. That's all
Mother said. She wants you to take a look, but if you really don't like her,
then forget it. Mother can even tie you up to go to school? "

Xue Zheng Yong thought about it for a while and said, "But I think Meng'er is
right. I mentioned to Yuheng about a cultivation partner last time."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Xue Meng was very surprised. "Father, you mentioned
this to Shizun? He didn't fall out with you? "

"So hostile." Xue Zheng Yong laughed bitterly, "He kicked me out."

Madam Wang, "…"

Xue Meng laughed loudly. "Like I said, my Shizun is an immortal, not an

Empyrean God. Someone like him has long since lost his passion and desire.
What does he need a cultivation partner for?"

Xue Zhengyong sighed, obviously not resigned. He was about to argue with
his son when suddenly, Lady Wang covered his mouth with her sleeve and
said softly, "Husband, don't say anymore. Elder Yuheng is here."
In the undispersed morning mist, Chu Wanning slowly walked on the wet
stone floor, his robe was as wide as a mountain, and his sleeves were
fluttering.

As he moved, the golden threads of his robe began to ripple under the
sunlight. His hair was tied with a white jade hairpin, and the end of the
hairpin was inlaid with a plum flower carved from a ruby. He looked very
pure and dignified, as well as cool and aloof.

At that moment, Xue Zhengyong suddenly felt powerless. He opened his

mouth and closed it.

He thought that Xue Meng was right.

What kind of woman would be placed beside such a person, so that she
wouldn't be annihilated by his brilliance and be covered in dust because of
his imposing manner?

The God of Heaven walked to the mortal world and stood in front of the
mountain gate. He frowned and glanced at Xue Zheng Yong.

"High Lord."

"Haha, Yuheng, your clothes really suit you."

Chu Wanning raised his hand, a scented sachet with intricate patterns was
swaying in the air. He said, "This scented sachet that was delivered along
with the ceremonial robe is different from the usual one."
"Ah, that was according to Lin Yi's skills. What happened?"

The high and mighty Elder of the Heavengod Society slightly frowned. He
said, "It's too difficult. I don't know how to do it. I hope that High Lord can
give me some pointers."

Xue Zheng Yong: "..."

Xue Meng could not bear to watch any longer, so he volunteered to help his
Shizun tie the scented sachet. He quickly put the sachet on his waist, and
Chu Wanning looked at it and was a little surprised. He praised, "Not bad."

Xue Zheng Yong couldn't help but think, "Oh my god, if such a person didn't
have a cultivation partner, would he really not die in his own hands?"

Yesterday, Mo Ran was kicked too hard by Chu Wanning, so he was too
embarrassed to find someone to treat his wound. Others would ask who had
kicked him, but he could not say that he was being disrespectful to Elder
Yuheng, right?

He could only meditate and rest. He was feeling better now, as his chest
didn't hurt so much that he had to breathe.

However, he saw Chu Wanning, who was standing beside Xue Zhengyong,
quietly waiting for him. This man was dressed in a suit of gold silk
embroidered in white. His collar was pressed very high, and he was both
restrained and solemn. He was a very proper and handsome man.
Mo WeiYu felt a movement in his chest. His breathing, which had calmed
down with great difficulty, seemed to have stopped. He was unable to catch
his breath and became disordered.

"Cough!"

This was terrible. He had fallen in love with a man he could never, never,
never touch again.

This time, the old ghost of the second reincarnation was really like a young
man in his early twenties. He was impulsive and hot-blooded, and would feel
the world was in chaos because of a glance from his lover, or the change of a
piece of clothing, or the happiness he would experience would be related to
him. The sadness was related to him, his heartbeat was related to him, his
breathing was related to him, even the moonlight shining into the window,
the line of stamens attracted by an ant in the moonlight was related to that
person.

He felt very tormented and aggrieved in this kind of affection.

Because every flower and leaf was him, but he could not get it, and could
not pick it.

F * ck, the human world was making things difficult for him.

After temporarily handing over all the matters of the sect to Elder Tanlang,
Xue ZhengYong was on his way with his wife and invitation card.

As long as Chu Wanning was on schedule, they would usually travel in

carriages, and this time was no exception. The group of people leisurely
walked along the public road towards Linyi. They were sightseeing along the
way and even helped to get rid of some of the smaller monsters.

It took them more than ten days to reach Dai City.

The rouge in Dai City was famous. Once in the city, Xue Zhengyong took Lady
Wang to buy rouge first. Xue Meng despised the old couple for being so
bored. He rubbed his goosebumps and refused to follow them.

The Shizun and disciple duo sighed as they revisited the place.

Xue Meng said, "Unfortunately, Shi Mei is not here. Otherwise, it would be
just like when we were begging for the sword six years ago. We could still go
to the Rising Reflection Peak to play."

Mo Ran laughed, "Aren't you afraid that the fake Guo Chen will still be
there? Seeing that you've come, I'll pull you to the bottom of the lake to
reminisce about the past."

After speaking of the fake Guo Chen , Chu Wanning frowned, "It seems like
he hasn't made a move in the past five years?"

Mo Ran said, "It's hard to say. There were a few large incidents that
occurred, but they were all related to the Divine Martial Realm. I suspect it
was him, but there's no evidence either."

Xue Meng played with the cup in his hand, looking at Mo Ran and said, "I
actually don't think those pending cases have anything to do with him. Think
about it, a few years ago, he spent a great deal of effort to find a Spiritual
Body. Since you are a Wood Spirit Body, he chased behind you to harm you,
so he should be looking for a human and not a weapon. "

Chu Wanning said in a low voice, "But there haven't been any cases of
people disappearing in the past five years."

Mo Ran raised his hand: "I didn't encounter any kind of encirclement or
trap. But it could also be that I've been wandering around for the past five
years and he doesn't know where I am. "

The three of them pondered in silence until the Lady Boss brought them the
tea leaves and dried fruits. Then Xue Meng scratched his head and said,
"Say, could he have done too many bad things and died playing with fire?"

"..."

"Don't look at me like that, aren't most evil spells easily devoured?" Xue
Meng mumbled, "Otherwise, why is it that even after five years, he still
hasn't made any big movements?"

Mo Ran suddenly said, "There is one possibility."

"What?"

"Look, Shizun hasn't done anything in the past five years."

Before Mo Ran could finish his sentence, Xue Meng knocked him with his
chopsticks. "What do you mean? You suspect that the fake Guo Chen is
Shizun? "
"... Can you wait for me to finish? " Mo Ran said helplessly, "I'm just making
an analogy. I was thinking that if those cases of the theft of a godly weapon
had nothing to do with the fake Guo Chen , then he really didn't do anything
important in the past five years. Then, could he be the same as Shizun? For
some reason, such as him being injured or some other reason, he must stay
in some place and not come out. "

At this point, he suddenly thought of something and froze.

"Shizun..."

" What?"

Mo Ran first shook his head, as if he did not believe his thoughts. But after a
moment of hesitation, he still stammered out two words, "Master Huai Zui
…"

For the past five years, he did not know about the other experts, but there
was one person who was trapped in the Red Lotus Pavilion like Chu
Wanning, not even half a step away.

Master Huai Zui.

However, this idea was too outrageous. No matter what, Master Huai Zui
had done Chu Wanning a favor by imparting his knowledge to him. Mo Ran
did not know what kind of feelings his Shizun held for Huai Zui, so he did not
dare to be too rash.

"There's no need to think about it, it can't be him."

His words were light, but there was no hesitation.

Mo Ran immediately nodded his head. Since Chu Wanning didn't want to
talk about the past when he was a boy, he wouldn't force himself to ask.

He continued to ponder, "Then, are there any other experts who have never
appeared in the past five years?"

"Gu Yue Ye's head, Jiang Xi." Xue Meng said, "In the Spirit Mountain Great
Assembly, all the Sect Leaders are present. Only he claims that he is sick and
rarely shows himself."

Mo Ran laughed, "That's your mother's shixiong, right? You suspect him? "

"Jiang Xi has a very high opinion of himself and has never been willing to let
Gu Yue Ye stay under the Ru Feng Sect. Thus, ever since Nangong Liu
became the head of one of the top ten sects, he has not attended any
gatherings. It's not just five years."

"Then that's all." Xue Meng said, "Sigh, forget it. If you can't figure it out,
then forget it. There are too few clues, so thinking about it makes my head
hurt."

It just so happened that Madam Wang and Xue Zhengyong had returned. It
was already late at night, so the five of them prepared to find a place to stay
in Dai City.

Xue Meng said, "I know an inn that is especially good. There is also a hot
spring pool that we can soak in."
Mo Ran: "…"

Using his brain, he already knew which inn Xue Meng was talking about.
Wasn't it the same inn they had stayed on when they were teenagers?

When he was bathing in the hot spring, he had fallen into Chu Wanning's
arms without a reason...

Thinking of this, he could not help but lightly cough and silently turn his face
away. He did not want others to discover the slight blush and anticipation in
his eyes, but his heart involuntarily began to beat faster.

He did not like things that he could not see any stains on. He desperately
trampled on things that he did not like and did not give his son a chance to
recover even if he were to smash him with a club. However, Xue Zheng Yong
felt that his son could only believe half of what he had heard, so he asked
Mo Ran, "That inn, Ran'er, has he stayed at before, what do you think?"

Mo Ran coughed twice, and did not dare to look his uncle in the eye. "It's
not bad."

"Then go and stay." Xue Zheng Yong made his decision. Mo Ran then sweat
on his palms, his fingertips curling up from the throbbing of his heart.

He lowered his head and gave a seemingly tame and gentle "En". But in his
heart, he was thinking, "I …" Could he soak in the bath together with his
Shizun again, just like that year …
He could not help but recall the blurry mist. Chu Wanning's tall and
handsome body was lined and taut, filled with an alluring and aggressive
tension.

However, if he was in the same bath as Chu Wanning and was shrouded in
the steam, would he really be able to hold it in?

After discussing where to go, the others had already stood up. After eating
the peanuts in his hand, Xue Meng also dusted off the pieces and stood up.
He turned his head to look at his cousin, who was still sitting there with an
unfathomable expression.

"What's the matter, let's go?"

Mo Ran's expression was somewhat subtle. It was unknown whether it was

due to the setting sun, but his handsome face seemed to have turned red.

He reached out his hand to pour himself another cup of tea, and refused to
stand up. He continued to sit there awkwardly, and said with a few light
coughs, "... I've not finished ordering so much, it's a waste. You guys go first,
I know the way. After drinking the tea, I'll come over."