150. Shizun and I will exchange rooms
151. Shizun, I only want you …
152. Shizun, look! Mei Hanxue!
153. Shizun’s most hated sect leader
154. Shizun, I’m gonna look for Ye Wangxi
156. Shizun’s great riding skills
157. Shizun, on that wedding night, I actually…
159. Shizun, I'm most afraid of Tianwen
Speaking of which, this small town was famous for its Rising Reflection Peak. However, after the fake Gou Cheng's incident that happened back then, Jin Chengchi's weapons were all destroyed. In the blink of an eye, many years had passed, and the small town gradually became lonely.
Many of the inns that were used as lodgings for the swordsmen had closed their doors because their business was in a bad mood. They had started other businesses instead.
However, the inn where the Shizun and disciple stayed in that year, the hot spring pool, was still tenaciously surviving. Moreover, because of Young Master Nangong's wedding, the guests who came to congratulate the Rufeng Sect would all stay in Dai City.
Xue Zhengyong pushed aside the bamboo curtain and walked into the lobby. "Boss, going to stay here!"
"Four people?"
Before Xue Zhengyong could answer, he heard a soft voice from behind him, "No, five."
Mo Ran had left in a hurry, and had arrived just at this moment.
When Xue Meng saw him, he was somewhat surprised. "So fast?"
At first, Mo Ran was taken aback, but then his face darkened as he thought angrily to himself, "Are you going to disappear very slowly?" Sitting in front of the tea stand, he read out a few words about the Mind Cleansing Curse.
However, he also knew that what Xue Meng said and what he was thinking were not the same. It was not good to flare up, so he could only nod his head rather subtly.
"You ate all the seeds, right?"
Mo Ran: "…"
"Of the five guests, how many rooms do you need?"
Xue Zhengyu said, "My wife and I will share a room, and we'll have another three rooms of the highest quality, a total of four rooms."
Listening to his uncle's arrangement, Mo Ran remained silent, but his heart was slightly agitated. He actually secretly hoped that the conversation with his uncle from back then could be repeated. The boss told them that the restaurant was full and that they had to squeeze together.
Forget it, he still could not do anything. However, if he could be alone in the same room with Chu Wanning, he would feel warm, uneasy, and excited. In the end, the blood that flowed in his veins was still the blood of tigers and wolves.
However, coincidences didn't happen that many times. This time, the shopkeeper happily said, "Good job, four rooms!" He turned over and went to the cabinet to get the key. He drawled: "Dear guest, the second floor, please do --"
Mo Ran looked at him in silence, his eyes gloomy.
Stupid thing, he thought, four rooms and you're so happy? What's there to be happy about! What's there to be happy about! What was there to be happy about earning more money!
"A-Ran, why are you pinching the tabletop on the other side of the counter?"
"..." Mo Ran calmly retracted his hand and smiled. He had already made a few cracks on the floor where the board had fallen. He was afraid that if he used more strength, it would shatter. "Nothing."
When he took the key from Xue Zhengyong and went upstairs, Mo Ran stood in front of the room that belonged to him and was suddenly startled.
Turning his head, he saw that Chu Wanning was also looking at him.
"You live in this room?"
"Um... Yeah." Mo Ran hesitated for a moment, his eyelashes drooped, but he still couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Chu Wanning's face, "Shizun still remembers?"
"... Remember what?"
Mo Ran pointed to his own room and said, "When we came to ask for the sword, Shizun slept in this room."
"..."
Mo Ran carefully looked at him, his voice very patient, but he could not conceal his weak anticipation. "Shizun, do you still remember?"
How could he not remember?
As he walked up the stairs, he noticed that the old staircase was creaking. It smelled like old wood being soaked in water and rotting away.
He could almost see the teenager, Mo Ran, pushing open the door with a cynical expression, grinning at him. The dimples were shallow, and the years were long.
Seeing him keep silent for a long time, Mo Ran seemed to be disappointed. He lowered his gaze and said, "Perhaps I remembered wrongly and confused it..."
"That's right."
Mo Ran suddenly raised his head.
Chu Wanning looked at him and gave a faint smile, "You're not mistaken, it's this one."
The sentence was like a spark igniting the darkness in the depths of Mo Ran's eyes. Mo Ran gradually cracked a sweet smile, as if he had eaten a candy. He pointed to the room Chu Wanning was in now and said, "Also, Shizun stays in my old room today."
He was very happy, but he spoke frankly.
Chu Wanning was a little embarrassed, but he stopped laughing and said sullenly, "I can't remember."
As he spoke, he pushed the door open and shut off Mo Ran.
"..."
Uh... What did I do wrong to make him unhappy?
That night, Mo Ran did not dare to go to the bathhouse to soak in the hot spring. There were some things that he was afraid of, just in case. He felt that he was close to the limits of his desire.
He laid on the bed with his head resting on his arm. He was bored and started to think about how he and Chu Wanning would get along.
He wanted to be nice to him, wanted to take care of this snow-white kitten. However, he would roll up his fur a few times and the white cat would trade him for a paw. It was as if he was not comfortable touching him and was not satisfied.
He felt guilty, but he didn't know where to touch or where not to touch the cat. He was like a man who had just raised a cat and knew nothing but how to lick the whole white cat under his palm.
Then, he let out a furious roar, and gave himself another slap.
Mo Ran rolled over and blinked his eyes, looking very depressed.
He suddenly recalled that the layout of the inn, the bed in the next room and his own room should only be next to a wooden wall.
The moment this idea appeared, Mo Ran could no longer fall asleep. He felt his mouth going dry.
Had Chu Wanning gone to take a bath? Or was he preparing to go?
However, he didn't hear much from his room … If Chu Wanning did not plan to take a bath, would he have been lying down by now? Then they were actually very close to each other now. If it weren't for the thin wooden partition in the middle which separated them by two rooms, they would actually be lying down together …
Lie down together. The thought made the young man's blood hot, flowing dangerously like a dormant volcano, but not gushing.
He could not help but sleep further in. He slept close to the wall, which was made of wood and mud. The wood was so thin that it was at most three fingers wide.
Mo Ran thought that Chu Wanning was lying about 3 feet away from him. He took off his clothes, or perhaps he was just wearing a thin undergarment... He closed his eyes and swallowed something down his throat. He felt as if his heart was burning, covering his entire body and burning to the corners of his eyes. He did not open his eyes, but if he did, there would definitely be traces of blood inside.
Ah, and then he suddenly remembered something else — it had been so exciting that his whole body tensed and blood was rushing down his lower body.
He had once, slept in the same bed as Chu Wanning.
The old memories were so damp, so sinful and sweet, that Mo Ran's scalp tingled as he recalled the incident. He thought back to that year when he was soaking in the hot spring and accidentally fell into Chu Wanning's arms. The hot and dry feeling would never go away, so he could only rub himself against the wall and let out his desire for love …
Mo Ran slightly opened his eyes. His eyes were gloomy. The dark area was like a rock, but there was also scarlet red lava flowing under the rock. He pressed his forehead against the wall again.
His heart felt like it was about to burst. Why was he so silly all those years ago? It was clearly such a bright desire and love, why … I just can't find it...
He pressed a hand against the wall, trying to restrain himself, but he could not.
When he thought he wasn't in love, he could think about Chu Wanning venting his anger without restraint, but when he fell in love, he was destined to beg for the life of the man who was separated by a wall. Even when he was dreaming, he felt that it was a blasphemy to Chu Wanning.
His nose was pressed against the wall, and his body was boiling hot as he pressed his body against the thin wall as hard as he could. His thoughts were in a mess, and his eyes were blurred.
It was as if Chu Wanning's breath, along with the faint fragrance of Begonia's fragrance from his body, had seeped through the gaps of the wood pattern and seeped into his bed, wrapping him tightly.
The smell of Chu Wanning seduced him and pitied him.
The beast that seduced him pitied his humanity.
To seduce him and set him on fire, he felt pity for him.
Amidst such enticement and pity, Mo Ran painfully furrowed his brows, supporting himself against the wall with his hands. His joints were clearly defined, and his veins were popping out one by one.
Contrary to his violent expression, he was begging with a whimpering voice, "Chu Wanning… Chu Wanning ..."
What he did not know was that on the other side of the wall, Chu Wanning did not dare to bathe in the hot spring.
The two of them had misunderstood each other so deeply in their past life that they were separated by a huge abyss. Therefore, in their lifetime, they had used their blood to water the abyss into a sea of blood and swam towards each other. However, because of a barrier, they could not see each other's surging emotions, and could only allow their love to flood by itself.
But they had clearly stuck it so close.
It was so close to Mo Ran that he seemed to have heard Chu Wanning's heartbeat. As for Chu Wanning, he seemed to have heard Mo Ran's breathing.
Knock, knock, knock!
Mo Ran was shocked and didn't seem to be in a good mood. "Who is it?"
Hearing his shout, Chu Wanning, who was sitting next to him, realized that Mo Ran was really sleeping close to him, close to the wall. His hoarse voice sounded as if he was crying right next to his pillow.
"..." Chu Wanning clenched his fingers and opened his phoenix eyes in the darkness.
"It's me, Xue Meng. My mother said she left me with your luggage, so you should open the door. Just wait for me to take a bath."
Eavesdropping was not a good thing, but Chu Wanning thought to himself, he did not eavesdrop. It was because the wooden board was too thin, the room was not soundproof, and it was because Xue Meng shouted too loudly.
In short, he didn't want to listen.
As Chu Wanning thought of this, he wrapped himself in a blanket and leaned even closer to the wall.
The creaking sound of a bed came from next door. After a while, the door opened, and Xue Meng's voice sounded again: "Hey, why are you already asleep? So early?"
"I'm sleepy." Mo Ran felt a little choked. "Hurry up, you woke me up halfway through my sleep. Take your clothes and let's go for a walk."
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Xue Meng paused for a moment, his voice carrying a trace of suspicion. "You left the door latch so early and kept bored inside. I was just talking to you and you got angry. You couldn't be …"
What are you doing?
Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes wide, unconsciously thinking about how the lotus pond rubbed against Mo Ran's limbs. That youth was overly passionate and high-spirited, ready to take a person's life at any time.
If a young man in his early twenties didn't cultivate the path of abstinence like him, how much lava would he be hiding within his body? How often does it have to be vented before it's normal? This was something that Chu Wanning did not know. He had been quiet for too long, he did not understand.
Now, he wanted to know a bit, but he couldn't let go of his pride due to his pride.
He was such a prideful person, yet he asked such a question. Who else could he ask? He couldn't just grab a disciple and say, "Sorry to bother you, but I would like to ask an ordinary able-bodied man, how many days should I release him?"
… Just by thinking about it, he felt that the other party was ineffable.
Of course, at Sisheng Peak, there were books related to love affairs. But to borrow every book, one needed to register and create a book. Chu Wanning could not imagine the words that would appear in the book.
"The Legend of the Wise Sea" and "The Sea of Desires and the Floating Record"
Borrower, Yuheng Elder Chu Wanning.
… Just kill him.
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Just as he was lost in his thoughts, he heard a low voice from the neighboring Mo Ran say, "Where are you looking? If there's nothing wrong, I'll grab your clothes and quickly scram."
Xue Meng froze for a moment. "I want to see where you are?"
Mo Ran: "…"
Xue Meng looked at his cousin's face and pondered for a long time. Suddenly, he thought of something. "What I was going to say, you left the door locked, do you think there are too many people in the bath house? If you want to take a bath in your own room, your head is full of dirty thoughts! "
In the next room, Chu Wanning's face darkened.
His mind was filled with dirty thoughts …
Xue Meng let out a heavy sigh. He stared at Mo Ran as he sized it up before saying, "I hadn't thought of that kind of thing at first. Just saying it in this way is actually reminding me of something. You couldn't have really been …"
"... Aren't you bathing? So much talk!"
"No, I suddenly feel that you're very suspicious." Seeing how hostile the other person's tone was, with sparks burning in his black eyes,
Xue Meng felt that something was wrong. "When you first became a weakling, you ran all the way to the brothel. All these years, you've been walking everywhere, yet there wasn't even the slightest bit of romance. How did you suddenly change your personality?"
"..." Mo Ran seemed to be silent. Chu Wanning waited in this silence, he actually also wanted to know how Mo Ran would answer.
The longer he remained silent, the more agitated he became. Why didn't you say anything? Embarrassment? Regret? Or …
"Do you really want to know?"
Mo Ran opened his mouth, his voice clearly filled with anger.
He still had the face to be angry.
Chu Wanning was amazed. He felt that Xue Meng's question was reasonable, there was no reason for him to be unhappy just because the other party dug out their secrets, so he just tried to cover it up.
Before he could finish his last cover, he heard Mo Ran say, "I'm sick of it. I've had enough. Alright, you can scram now."
"..." Chu Wanning was speechless.
Xue Meng, "… … … …"
After a long period of deathly silence, Xue Meng burst into an angry roar that the entire inn would probably hear, "Mo Weiyu, you shameless dog! You scoundrel!"
"Fine, whatever you say is fine. Get out, and don't fucking disturb my sleep."
"Don't touch me! I hate it!"
"What do you hate?"
He had originally wanted to make Mo Ran feel uncomfortable, but who would have thought that Mo Ran would shamelessly rebel against the army? He couldn't help but think that he was already in his twenties, at this age, Nangong Si had already become married to the number one beauty of the cultivation world, and Jiang Dong's fourth Young Master was already the father of three children, and the Mei Hanxue of the Kunlun Treading Snow Palace …
Mei Hanxue hadn't died of Flowering Willow Disease yet.
It seemed that he was the only one who had yet to experience love affairs. Xue Meng felt very aggrieved.
It wasn't that he was sullen because of his lustful nature, he wasn't lustful at all. Instead, he felt that he was much worse in this aspect. He had left more than ten streets behind, which was why he was so angry. If Mo Ran didn't mention avoiding it, if he was deeply ashamed, then Xue Meng's mentality would probably be different. However, Mo Ran actually threw a sentence at him with a look of despise and annoyance on his face.
"I'm sick of it, I've had enough."
Young Master Xue felt that he couldn't take it anymore, and his pride had taken a blow.
He said, "You, you, you," and after a long time, he angrily shouted at Mo Ran, "You are annoying anyway, you are not human!"
As he spoke, he slammed the door.
Chu Wanning also choked. Although he was calmer than Xue Meng and could hear that Mo Ran was deliberately bullying Xue Meng, he could not help but feel a surge of emotions and could not calm down for a long time.
The man next door used words that were too crude, and the low growl was like a lion's breath bursting out of the muscles of the jungle. The low growl combined with the coarse word, and like a crude, hot poker, it plunged into his heart.
Chu Wanning's throat moved, his eyes were gloomy and flickering.
Before, Mo Ran had broken the rules while strolling in the brothel, so he knew that Mo Ran was not as pure as Xue Meng. It was just that the previous Mo Ran was not enough to capture one's soul, causing him to be unable to stop himself from thinking and depicting such a scene in his mind.
But now that the old story was brought up again, Chu Wanning could not help but think of the hot, smooth, smoky, and sturdy body that he had seen before. It had been coquettish with those charming, white, and alluring young men.
He felt like he was once again burning with anger, and his heart felt like it was being scratched by feathers.
In the midst of his anger and desire, Chu Wanning's eyes were slightly red. In the dark night, there was the color of a flower …
Xue Meng returned after leaving.
"Open the door!"
"... What's the matter again?"
"Busy arguing with you! Where are my clothes!"
"Take it from the table."
"Humph!" Xue Meng carried his clothes and angrily left.
This time, it was finally quiet. Chu Wanning heard the heavy footsteps of Mo Ran, then the creaking of the bed. This time, he could clearly hear the man next door lying back on the bed, he even felt the shaking of the bed supporting his hot mountain-like body.
He felt thirsty and wanted to get up and drink a glass of water.
But he heard Mo Ran lying down, and he knew that if he got up, the man would be able to hear him too, so he stayed still, like a piece of rock with a cold exterior and colorful rocks inside.
Next door, Mo Ran was actually feeling uneasy.
Men who were dissatisfied with their desires were always irritable, yet Xue Meng chose to disturb him at this moment. He kept going back and forth without controlling himself. He shouted without shame just now, but he didn't know if Chu Wanning heard him or not.
If he wasn't asleep, he must have heard it...
He lay on the bed, regretting his decision the more he thought about it. He turned his body back and forth and Chu Wanning listened to his restlessness from behind the wall.
After a while, Chu Wanning heard a low voice, "Shizun..."
In the end, Mo Ran was unable to calm himself down. He could not suppress his anger, so he tried to call for Chu Wanning to see if he had any reactions.
"Shizun, are you asleep?"
"..."
"Can you hear me?"
Chu Wanning's heart thumped like a drum. He felt that his heart was beating too loudly, making him feel embarrassed. He quietly pulled the blanket over his head and tried to cover his heart which he could not hear at all with a quilt.
"Shizun..."
But this quilt, the sound of Mo Ran was so close, it was as if they were lying on the same bed, the moment Chu Wanning lifted the quilt, he could see his handsome face and his bare chest, looking at him sideways, his eyes shining like wolves and tigers, staring at him hungrily, wanting to devour him along with his belt and blood.
"Can you hear me?"
Chu Wanning made up his mind to pretend that he didn't hear him. He naturally knew that Mo Ran was hoping he didn't hear his question.
Otherwise, they would be embarrassed when they met tomorrow morning.
The man called out to him a few more times. Seeing that Chu Wanning had not moved, he sighed softly. Mo Ran really thought that Chu Wanning had fallen asleep. He was relieved, but also a little regretful.
He wanted Chu Wanning to take care of him.
However, Chu Wanning ignored him. First, he caressed the thin wall that separated the two of them with his rough fingers and closed his eyes, as if caressing his chest. Then, he touched his hot lips and murmured softly, as if he was touching his lips.
Mo Ran said, "No need. I just want you …"
But the sound was too light. Chu Wanning did not hear it. He wrapped himself in the blanket and rolled himself up on the bed. His face and heart were very hot, and after a while, he heard the sound of the bed next door creaking, as if the person lying on it was very anxious and had turned over in anger.
He said, "Fuck it!"
Chu Wanning had the sensitivity of an animal, he could predict what he might hear. For a moment, he felt the hairs on his body stand up, and he wanted to cover his ears. However, he only moved his fingertips before lowering them.
He stared blankly in the quilt, and, after a while, he heard.
He heard the low, hoarse breathing coming from outside of the blanket. The breathing was rhythmic, violent, and urgent. A layer of goosebumps appeared on Chu Wanning's arms, and from this sound, he felt as if his spine was going numb and soft.
Mo Ran's breathing was so sexy, so sinful, choked in his throat, repressed and unrestrained. He could hear the sound, and there was nothing he didn't understand.
Chu Wanning closed his eyes. He felt suffocated, his lips trembling slightly.
He thought of the wet dreams he had had many times, the dreams in which he had seen Mo Ran’s body, naked. Thus, when he closed his eyes, he could clearly see what was happening outside the blanket. He felt that Mo Ran was right beside him. His robust and well-built body was lying on his back, and his inky black eyes were squinting as they flickered with a hazy luster …
Mo Ran’s hands stretched down, untied his pants, and the angry cockhead popped out. Chu Wanning did not dare to think about the shape of the giant, but only roughly depicted a contour, imagined the furious flesh red. He held the life-threatening thing moving, rolling with Mo Ran’s prominent throat knot, swallowing saliva, wondering who he was thinking about, so passionately and painfully pleasuring himself.
"Ah..."
Chu Wanning heard the deep groan of the man next door. It was deep and sexy. His scalp felt numb. In the darkness, his phoenix eyes were steaming with lust.
He couldn’t stand it anymore...
After several struggles, the slender white hand of elder Yuheng eventually stretched out, trembling, and reached down, holding his already boiling length.
The rough touch made him feel ashamed but also stimulated. He raised his throat slightly, suppressed a gasp, and under the cover of the bedding, faded the cold skin. He floated in Mo Ran’s gasp and was brought into the sea of desire. He treated himself clumsily and roughly. He hurt himself several times, and finally he could not bear it any more. He threw open the bedding, hung down on the bedding surface and grinded it. Rushing, rubbing, long legs shaking, eyes half open and half closed, falling a few wisps of wet and sweaty hair, lips open, silently breathing heavily.
Maybe because he was suddenly exposed to the air, he could hear more clearly, or maybe he was confused. Either way, his listening became more blurred. He seemed to hear the wet sound of water, thinking it was the motion of Mo Ran next door, but when he looked down, he found that it was the crystal secretion oozing from the top of his own tip, which lubricated his palm and made an obscene noise.
Chu Wanning’s face was even hotter. He looked sideways and did not face the wall, so that he would feel Mo Ran beside him, pleasuring and loving each other’s naked bodies.
His loftiness and reservation had already collapsed. He could only hear the breath from next door and feel the pleasure under him. He could not stand the stimulation of eroticism even if he tried to. Every inch of his skin was sensitive. He longed to be close with another burning body. He was like a dry well that had dried up for a hundred years, hungry and thirsty.
With the voice of the next room becoming more and more urgent, Chu Wanning felt his heart burning, waist becoming more and more soft, legs almost unable to support himself, his body fluids had already wet the sheets. He vaguely felt that all this was ridiculous, that he shouldn’t be doing it, but he could not help but feel too good. He had never tried it in so many years, and didn’t know there was such a pleasurable thing.
If he once relieved himself in the past, he would suffer from the first break of the precepts, feeling bored and nauseous. But this time, apart from the loved one, he heard the repressive and sexy breathing of the other side, he did not feel so ugly, but could feel more pleasure in the ups and downs of the sea of desire, rather than excluded.
He opened his wet and misty eyes slightly, and a few strands of hair drooped over his eyes.
Gradually he lost his focus, and for some reason flashed some strange phantom before his eyes.
Or maybe not a phantom?
It's the weird, too real dreams he's had before.
In his dream, the bedding was golden and red, and the smell of animal skins between pillows and quilts seemed clear and visible. He was lying on the bed like this, sweating on his forehead, lips slightly stretched out, hair scattered and falling in front of his eyes.
The candle was not extinguished. The man behind him thrusted fiercely into him. Their legs and feet were overlapping and entangled. He could clearly feel the man's tense bones and muscles because of the stimulation.
The bedding sheets were out of place. The men could not help stirring and twitching around. Sexy and hot gasps overflowed from their throats. He heard him speak behind him: "Why don't you say a word? Moan for me"
Dreams and reality overlapped and Chu Wanning clenched his teeth. Even in the accumulation of ferocious desires, emotions can not be curbed, but also inclined to face unwilling to open.
He closed his eyes and his movements became more violent.
He closed his eyes, but could not forget the details of those dreams.
After several times of pulling in, the man scolded, and then stepped back. Strong and powerful hands forced Chu Wanning to turn over. In the light of the lantern, he saw a handsome, lustful face. It was Mo Ran’s face.
Because Chu Wanning clearly depicted Mo Ran in his dream, he felt more and more tortured and excited. He shook his head almost in shame, trying to get rid of the phantom in front of him.
But it was no use.
He heard Mo Ran’s gasp across a wall.
Like the rough and lingering man in his spring dream, he was silent and hot.
He even recalled shamefully the details of the dream, turning him over in Mo Ran, a wet and sticky cock against his spasmodically contracted hole, a huge tip rubbing at his entrance, shallow thrusts, but not yet penetrating inside.
In the inn, Chu Wanning's other hand, which had never soothed his desire, tightly grasped the mattress.
Shame.
He felt extremely humiliated.
How could he have such a dream?
He obviously did not... He has never seen anything like this before... How can you dream something so real, as if this body had really carried such hot and crazy, ugly and lingering passion? Is this the animal nature carved into bone marrow by human beings?
"You are stubborn, do you think you can keep your innocence forever if you bite your lips and keep silent?" His dreams are full of Mo Ran and wet eyes, with a somewhat grim look, and full of erotic desire.
"How many times have you been with me? What about the struggle? It's you who want me to fuck you. It's you who want to be fucked under me.”
"Stop talking..."
Dream, reality.
They were all murmuring.
"What if you were noble? You were already dirtied by me, holding me, sucking me, dividing your legs and letting me thrust into you, and all that came out of my legs was what I gave you. Innocent? Don't be silly. When you went to bed with me on the first day, this word was no longer related to you."
"Don't say that..."
Clean.
No more innocence.
Pride.
It's like a torn shirt.
"You really ought to see what you look like below…” Mo Ran’s eyes moved down inch by inch, like a sharp knife cutting the person under him. At last, his eyes fell on the trembling and shrinking cave, which still glued to their sexual intercourse to produce body fluid and blood.
His eyes became deep and his throat was swollen. He cursed in a low voice, held his angry cock, and then slowly thrust in again, stretching the shrunken entrance one inch at a time.
Strange to say, Chu Wanning, floating in the memory of this spring dream, seems to have really produced an illusion, as if he had a tough blade of flesh and blood coagulation, which tore and filled his body with...
Mo Ran went deep, inserted to the bottom, even his ballsack was close to the mouth of the hole and could not wait to go in, a huge sexual organ suddenly stretched him to the extreme. He felt that he could no longer withstand even a slight penetration of that length pulsing in his body.
"Ah..."
Dream? Or reality?
Eventually a moan overflowed, and it was this moan that made Chu Wanning suddenly wake up.
The illusion was rapidly dissipating and the smoke was vanishing.
The last thing he saw was that Mo Ran was thrusting into him fiercely on top of the bed. They were almost madly mating on the mattress. He heard Mo Ran gasping roughly; his voice was hoarse and hot: "If you were a woman, with how I fuck you every day, you would have already been pregnant with my seed... Oh, you, bearing my son, should we call it a sin?”
Shame, stimulation, animal desire, human nature.
Inside his room at the inn, Chu Wanning turned over and seemed to want to get rid of such a dirty scene in his mind.
Suddenly he felt very wronged.
Why was it that his eyes were reddish?
He had never dreamed of these things before. He had never seen anything he should not have seen. He had never even seen a picture of the Spring Palace. Why did he dream of such an absurd and shameless Spring Palace? What would he do if it was known?
The memory of the dream disappeared, but the bed next door suddenly shook, and Mo Ran kept going for a long time before Chu Wanning. At this time, the pleasure accumulated. When he wanted to spray thin, he could not help but stiffen his strong waist and make an involuntary gesture. He was really holding back for too long and let out in a low roar.
Chu Wanning heard his hoarse growl and was stimulated. He almost looked red and wet. He moved himself roughly and could not help coming on the bedding.
He had never experienced such an exciting orgasm, the end of ejaculation.
He could not help but gasp and shout out, "... Ah ah..."
Suddenly he wanted the wall to disappear, to have the same sweaty Mo Ran leaning over, his heaving chest against his back, gasping, kissing his shoulder, his neck.
After releasing, his vision blurred. Chu Wanning did not know how he fell into such a sticky situation. He had no strength left, so he laid on the quilt with a dazed look in his eyes, gasping for breath.
He rejects desire.
However, he was willing to be in love.
When desire and love intertwined, lust seemed to become less difficult to accept. Thus, when he vented his anger like how he gave up on himself in the past, he finally became different. He still felt ashamed, but shame was swallowed up by the wetness in his heart, swallowed up by comfort and excitement.
Suddenly he wished for the wood wall to disappear and for the same sweaty Mo Ran to lean forward, for his rising and falling hot chest to press against his back, gasping, kissing his shoulders, his neck.
Chu Wanning lay there in a daze. He thought, if that was the case, then everything would be perfect.
Then he would be enough.
The next day, Mo Ran woke up early.
This was Lin Yi, Chu Wanning wasn't used to eating spicy dishes, and there weren't any light dishes in the tavern, so he went to the west market to buy ingredients and borrow the kitchen to cook some food for his Shizun.
In this world, there were some men who pursued others, using all sorts of tricks. A single breakfast would be enough to fill the entire banquet, but as long as they saw that they could not catch up, they would immediately turn around. There were so many beauties in this world, how could they spend even the slightest bit of effort on an object that was absolutely impossible to catch up with?
But Mo Ran is different.
He had spent two lifetimes chasing after his Shizun.
Now that he understood his own intentions, he knew that he would never be able to have a relationship with Chu Wanning that surpassed Shizun-disciple level. However, he was still willing to do it, and he treated him well day after day.
He knew better than to do anything. Even after his death, he had never changed.
"Young Master, why are you out so early to buy vegetables? Take a look at this radish, do you want to buy some? But it's already watery."
"Young Master, look at the decorations here. There's a sword in your hand, a necklace and a hairpin. There's everything. The craftsmanship is excellent."
"Come, come, let's take a look. All kinds of spirit stones are necessary to temper weapons. Come, come, come —"
Mo Ran had intended to leave after buying some food, but he carried a full basket of vegetables and walked past a grocery store. On the counter, there was a pile of beautiful and fragmented items. His gaze was attracted by one of the items. Unknowingly, he walked over and stopped in front of the counter.
On the other side stood a man wearing a hat and a hood. He was sizing up a wide variety of goods.
The man raised his hand. Beneath his black sleeve was an extremely pale, exquisite, and beautiful five fingers. Because of those five fingers, Mo Ran noticed this person.
He looked at his body and thought it was a man, but when he saw the hand, he also thought it was a woman.
Thus, he turned his head and curiously sized up this person's appearance. However, he only saw a black veil covering his face, revealing only a pair of clear and cold eyes.
The two looked at each other, and Mo Ran smiled at him out of habit.
The man withdrew his hand that was about to touch the stone in front of the stall. Out of the corner of his eye, Mo Ran saw a ring on his thumb.
Silver snake markings, thick scales.
He suddenly felt that the snake pattern on the ring looked somewhat familiar. When he looked more carefully, that person had already retracted his hand from his wide sleeve. He calmly glanced at Mo Ran, then wordlessly turned around and left.
"What a weirdo …" Mo Ran muttered. However, the Young Master of the Rufeng Sect was overjoyed. With so many wedding invitations, all sorts of weird figures were rushing to Linyi. This sort of person, who was covered with a cloak, was actually nothing much.
At this moment, Mo Ran heard the wind chimes from the back door of the shop. The curtain was lifted and lowered as the Lady Boss came out.
Mo Ran then threw the matter of the black clothed man to the back of his mind. He smiled as he pointed to one of the spiritual tools and asked, "Lady Boss, how much is this?"
The Lady Boss just released the door latch and yawned as she lazily stretched, preparing to start a business. Her eyes were sleepy. Suddenly, she saw the bright morning light.
A tall and handsome man was standing in front of her shop. He clearly had an air of grandeur and a posture that was as straight as a pine tree. He should have been accompanied by a sword and a knife.
However, this handsome man was smiling. The dimples on his cheeks were light, and his eyelashes were thick and gentle.
In his arms was a bamboo basket. Inside the basket were neither spirit stone materials nor magic scrolls, but a basket of fresh and tender fruits and vegetables. The apple was red, the radish was white and fat, and the lettuce was verdant and lush.
His handsome face.
The Lady Boss's yawn was frozen in place. She stared blankly at the sight of the iron-blooded and the gentle side in front of her. She blinked for a long time, unable to recover from her shock.
"Lady Boss?"
"Ai ai ai, what do you want?"
"That's it." Mo Ran picked up a pair of light red crystal pendants and asked, "How much?"
"Young Master has good eyesight, these pendants are made from top-grade Dragon Blood Crystals, carved by the craftsmen of Karakorum Sword League. Although the materials are not expensive, the pendant itself is very special, Young Master definitely knows about Dragon Blood Crystals, it will turn red with the temperature of the wearer …"
At this point, the Lady Boss laughed. "Since the Immortal Sect Leader has taken a liking to a pair, he probably wants to be each of his Dao-companions, right? I wonder which nun is so blessed to be able to climb up to you. If you buy the pendant, you definitely won't lose anything. When you go back, each of you will put it on."
Originally, Mo Ran wanted to buy a pendant, but he thought that the Dragon Blood Crystal was the best way to nurture a cold body.
But hearing the Lady Boss's words, his heart was moved. He thought of Chu Wanning who had a captivating look on his face. The pendant was bright red from his Shizun's excessive body temperature, like a bead of blood on a knife.
He coughed lightly and said, "Let's wrap it up for me."
In order to prevent Chu Wanning from feeling strange, Mo Ran bought gifts for Xue Meng, Xue Zhengyong and Madam Wang. When he returned to the inn, he put down all the random things on the table and took out the small paper bag with the Dragon Blood Crystal wrapped in them. There, the water droplet shaped pendant on his head had already turned crimson due to his high temperature.
After doing all this, he straightened his clothes to ensure that the pendant did not show up. Then, he picked up the remaining one and wrapped it again.
He touched his chest and felt that his heart was beating fast. He had experienced all sorts of ridiculous things in his previous life, but now he was flustered because of a little hidden secret under his clothes. He could not help but feel surprised.
"For me?"
During the meal, Xue Meng took out the tasseled short sword (dagger) that had been gifted from Mo Ran, revealing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
"Why did you give me this? It can't be that you want to apologize to me for yesterday's matter, right? "
Speaking of last night's incident, because he did not know Chu Wanning was awake, Mo Ran was quite calm and did not show any signs of emotion.
Chu Wanning, on the other hand, could not take it anymore. He picked up the teacup and drank a few mouthfuls of cold tea in an attempt to calm himself down.
Mo Ran smiled at Xue Meng, "What are you thinking? You obviously provoked me first. This is something that I thought was pretty, so I bought it for you to wear and play with. "
He paused before continuing, "It's rare to be able to come out together with you. At least I have to buy some things. I bought them for Shizun and Aunt too. They're all small things and aren't worth much. "
"We have one too?" Madam Wang appeared very surprised.
"Auntie's is a saffron box, Uncle's is a folding fan pendant." As he spoke, he handed over the Dragon Blood Crystal to Chu Wanning, "And this one is for Shizun."
"... What is it?"
"A pendant. The Dragon Blood Crystal can dispel the cold. Linyi produces this kind of stone and I bought it for Shizun to warm his body."
Chu Wanning took it. This stone was not expensive, but it was very easy to use. He said, "Thank you."
"Don't thank me , Shizun, why don't you put it on for me to see?"
Chu Wanning glanced at Mo Ran, but he did not see the intimate look in Mo Ran's eyes. It was only natural that he wore it around his neck. The light red crystal was shining. As Xue Meng looked at it, he could not help but say, "It's nice to look at. This one is good. It's better than my sword. Where did you buy it? I want to get one too. "
Mo Ran said, "No, there's only one. I can't buy it even if I wanted to."
Xue Meng was greatly disappointed. He picked up his tasseled sword and looked at it, then turned his head to look at the Dragon Blood Crystal around Chu Wanning's neck and mumbled, "... I don't believe it, in any case, Lin Yi has a lot of these things. When we arrive at the Rufeng Sect, I will go and ask Nangong Liang. He will definitely have a lot more of them, piled up like a mountain …"
Mo Ran ignored him and looked at Chu Wanning. After Chu Wanning put on the pendant, he did not hide it into but left it hanging on his lapel. After a while, he could not hold it in and said, "Shizun, this pendant is not for the outside."
"Hmm?"
"It should be in you." As he spoke, he leaned over to help Chu Wanning put the pendant in. He got too close to him and his breath burned his ear. He pushed Mo Ran away.
Chu Wanning lowered his eyes, his expression was solemn and cold, but this time, Mo Ran looked more carefully. He saw a layer of red from the crabapple blossoms around Chu Wanning's ears, both pitiful and adorable, making people want to kiss it, sucking and licking those trembling petals.
Mo Ran was surprised. He was thinking, why would Chu Wanning blush?
He didn't seem to be doing anything excessive. If it was helping him with the pendant, then it was nothing …
He thought about it carefully and recalled what he had just said.
"It should be in you."
Mo Ran was stunned for a moment and his face suddenly turned red. If it wasn't for the fact that his skin was darker than Chu Wanning's, it would have looked even more red than his skin.
He swore that when he said those words just now, he really didn't want a double entendre …
He suddenly felt astonished, thinking that he did not think wrongly. How could a righteous person like Chu Wanning think wrongly?
Mo Ran pondered over this, but he was unable to come up with an answer no matter how much he thought about it. Even when Chu Wanning stuffed the pendant into his clothes without saying a word, his face was expressionless and his ears were bare. He could not figure out what was going on.
Last night, there was a three-finger-wide wooden board wall, causing Treading Immortal to miss out on too many wonderful scenes. He missed out on spring sunshine, green impurities, and even missed out on Chu Wanning, who had fallen into a quagmire of love and flesh. He did not know anything about what had happened in the bed, so of course he did not understand. At this moment, Chu Wanning was still immersed in yesterday's quagmire, throbbing with love, ashamed for love, sensitive for love.
Because of that dream, because of the wet and hot words in the dream, because of that tiny thought that he did not want anyone to find out, he had uncharacteristically misread that simple sentence.
Chu Wanning raised his head and looked at him, feeling the heat in his heart. The evil fire from yesterday had yet to completely subside, he stretched out his hand.
The beam of the teapot was caught by Mo Ran.
"Drink less. This tea is too cold, it hurts the stomach."
"..." Chu Wanning was silent. He looked at him, his hand still outstretched, indicating that he just wanted some cold tea.
"I'll get you a hot one."
"There's no need..."
However, Mo Ran had already gone to find the shopkeeper. After a while, he brought out a pot of boiling hot tea and poured a cup for Chu Wanning, "Shizun, please drink this."
"That's right. Yuheng, drink some hot tea. It's not cold at all. It's really helpful."
Chu Wanning had no other choice but to accept the cup of tea. He blew on it but didn't drink it. Instead, he placed it by his side.
His heart was already burning.
If the heat continued, he was afraid that the last layer of ice in his eyes would melt as well. When the endless spring water overflowed and he raised his eyes to look, he would no longer be able to hide his shameful thoughts.
Then where else could he put the face of the Immortal Elder YuHeng?
When they were about to leave the store, a group of people came in.
The leader was wearing a light blue straw cloak that covered his face, making him look very low key, so he was not noticed by the crowd. However, when he entered the inn and saw Xue Zhengyong, he took the initiative to walk over and bowed to him.
"Hello, Uncle Xue."
"You are..."
That person took off his cape and hat. Xue Meng saw him and let out an "ah." He took a big step back. Xue Zhengyong laughed. "Aiya, isn't that Hanxue?"
Mei Hanxue raised his head. He was born with a fair skin and a high nose, distinct eyebrows and profound eyes. He was quite handsome, clearly different from the rest. This person's skin was extremely good. Even though the room was dark, he still emitted a faint glow. Perhaps it was because he had grown up in the ice-cold snow of Mount Kunlun since childhood, but his face was drenched in a frosty aura.
All in all, based on his temperament, no one would believe that he was that renowned seed of romance, Mei Hanxue.
"There's something going on at the palace. This humble one only came to Linyi today. I didn't expect to meet Uncle Xue here." Mei Hanxue was too cold. Although he politely smiled, his eyes were clear and cold. "This nephew will pay his respects to aunt and uncle."
"Very, very good, alas, if only Meng-Er had been as polite as you."
However, when Xue Meng heard this, he was not happy. He kept shooting poison arrows at Mei Hanxue with his eyes, each one more vicious than the last.
He thought to himself, This grandson, Mei Hanxue! One in front of the other! He was clearly a cold rogue that didn't care about eating both men and women. Back then, at Peach Blossom Origin, he had reached out his hand to touch his waist, but now, standing in front of his elders, he acted like a prideful monk, this guy was really good at acting!
However, Mei Hanxue didn't even look at his young playmate. He only lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, even his lips didn't move slightly. He said in an extremely orderly manner, "Uncle must be joking. Young Master Xue is the pride of the heavens."
"That's right, father. This fellow was defeated by me …"
"Meng'er …." Madam Wang was rather embarrassed as she reached out her hand to pull Xue Meng. Only then did the irritable Phoenix finally mutter nothing, but his nostrils still burned.
Mei Hanxue asked, "Uncle, are you leaving for the Rufeng Sect?"
"It's about time. It doesn't matter if we go earlier or later. Nangong Liu doesn't lack a room. Didn't he say that every month before and after the wedding, a whole city was vacated for the guests to settle in?" Xue Zhengyong laughed, "Let's go over and take a look first, so that the juniors can interact more with each other."
As he spoke, he glanced at Xue Meng, implying that he wanted to find a wife for Xue Meng.
Xue Meng, "..."
"Won't Hanxue go directly to the Rufeng Sect?"
"Shizun has asked me to buy a lot of Spirit Stones so I will stay in Dai City for a few more days. I will go the day before the wedding."
Xue Meng muttered in a low voice, "You clearly feared that it would be over soon. Those righteous members of the famous sects and schools that you failed to meet, chased you and beat you up into a dog."
Mo Ran's ears pricked up as he laughed, "Mengmeng, what did you say? What dog?"
"..."
Xue Meng harrumphed and crossed his arms. "It's nothing. I'm still meditating."
"Pfft, I'm afraid you're reciting the plum blossom cultivation method."
"Keep talking nonsense!"
When Mei Hanxue heard his words, he finally glanced at them. Xue Meng's eyes met his, and he suddenly froze — —
He felt that something was wrong. This Mei Hanxue was very strange. The last time he saw him at the Peach Blossom Origin, the grandson's eyes were filled with flowers. Those eyes seemed to be laughing when he was angry.
However, the eyes of the person in front of him, not to mention seeing, there were no ripples at all. His entire being was cool, neat, restrained, and even when he was smiling, his eyes seemed to be filled with anger.
Xue Meng blinked and paused for a moment. He thought of the battle in the Sky Cracking. Mei Hanxue and the Snow Treading Palace disciples had come to help. In front of the crowd, everyone was acting all serious. He couldn't help but be furious. How could this guy act so well? Why was he acting like this? This was truly the heart of a beast with a human's face! A scoundrel with a gentle face!
"Hey, Meng'er, where are you going?"
"The room is too stuffy! I'll wait outside for you guys, and come out after we're done talking! " As Xue Meng said this, he strode to the door, lifted up the curtain, and angrily walked out. The son of heaven really felt wronged.
He was puzzled. The room was filled with the smell of human scum. How could no one else see it?
How infuriating!
Even if he were to return to his normal self, he still had to hurry on his way.
After bidding farewell to Mei Hanxue, they ascended from Dai City and walked for over an hour before finally arriving at the world's greatest sect — Lin Yinfeng.
It could be seen from the name that according to Lin Yi, the Rufeng Sect had built 72 Ethereal Immortals' Residence in the city. Because the mansion was too big, from the front door to the back door, riding a horse would require a whole meal's worth of time, so these residences were simply called "cities". Even someone like Xue Meng, who hated the cultivation world to his bones, couldn't help but be shocked when he stood at the city gate.
Taxian-Jun had come to visit the Rufeng Clan once.
His words were true.
They came to the main city, which was also the largest city in the entire Rufeng Sect. The white wall, Deva, from the top to the bottom, from the four corners of the tower, towering in the sky, from all four directions with stars and stones in the north, south, west, and red painted on it. The main city gate was extended by five feet of road, a long road without an end in sight, paved with top-grade Qi Refining Stones.
Xue Zhengyong sighed, "It's good to have money…"
Madam Wang laughed. "You want to lay down a path of refinement at the peak of death even with money?"
"No, I will make a plaza in every village in the lower cultivation world. This stone is full of spirit energy, and normal ghosts would not dare to approach it. If we can make one in every village and encounter some demons, our disciples would be able to hide in time." Xue Zhengyong mumbled to himself as he counted with his fingers. He shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, I can't afford it."
Hearing this, Xue Meng sighed as well. "Sisheng Peak, alas, is a bit poor."
"Yeah." Xue Zhengyong nodded his head like he was pounding garlic, "We all cultivate our Dao, I wonder where the Rufeng Sect got so much money from."
At this point, Chu Wanning, who had been silent all this time, spoke, "Sect Leader knows, how much is an ordinary disciple of the Rufeng Sect asking for?"
"I've never asked around. How much do you need?"
Chu Wanning extended four fingers.
"Four hundred silver?" Xue Zhengyong's eyes widened. "That much?"
"Four thousand gold," Chu Wanning replied.
"..."
"There are a lot of wealthy people in the upper cultivation world. It's easy for the Rufeng Sect to earn money, but with the Sect Leader's 80 silver method of earning money, how can we catch up to them? Moreover, sometimes the Sect Leader doesn’t even take a single cent. " Chu Wanning said, but his eyes were gentle, "Let's go into the city."
Large sects tended to treat people with respect. Recently, the Si Li Division of the Rufeng Sect had been waiting at the city gate. Although they were all smiling at everyone, they were very clear on the importance of the guests.
A small wandering cultivator would accompany them on a tour around the area before bringing them to their residence. As for the smaller sects, they would bring them to see the head Protector Elder, which would then receive them.
As for the top of the top ten sects, the Rufeng Sect did not put on any airs and directly invited them to the Warm Pavilion to rest. After the Rufeng Sect's head, Nangong Liu, was done with his work, he would come to the Warm Pavilion to meet the distinguished guests.
The pavilion burned with the fragrance of dragon saliva and the soft carpet could almost cover half of one's feet. Inside the pavilion were alluring camellias, eight of which were of the same color, the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, and the White Petals Dotted with a rosy red. It was made of red makeup, and the stem of the petals were stained with red silk.
Xue Meng also did not understand. Seeing that one of the tea cups was so lovely with a pair of black spots on it, he felt it to be fun and reached out his hand to touch it.
Chu Wanning said, "Don't touch it."
"Why?"
Chu Wanning didn't say anything and just shook his head. Madam Wang sighed and said, "Such a precious item would sell for more than ten thousand taels of gold."
"..."
With an ashen face, Xue Meng retracted his hand and slumped into the cushions of his teacher's chair.
He thought back to the ranking list he had seen in the bookstall before. Back then, he was angry because he wasn't among the top 100 young elites of the cultivation world, but now, he felt that that book was sincerely not deceiving him.
On his forehead, there was actually a huge character that was covered in black air.
Poor.
But then again, he didn't know where the book had gone. He hadn't even finished flipping through it before he'd lost it…
After a while, the curtains made of red coral and freshwater pearls began to creak. Two dainty ladies, dressed in snow-white gowns, arrived as lifted the curtains, dropped their eyes and bent their knees, their voices like the warbler's.
"The Sect Leader has arrived."
With that, a man in his forties walked in with a smile. His appearance was ordinary and somewhat bookish, like someone who would drown if thrown into a crowd of people. Other than his fair skin, there wasn't anything special about him.
However the moment he opened his mouth, Mo Ran who was sitting there, almost spat his tea out.
"Aiya, Sect Leader Xue, Sect Leader Xue, I was anticipating the stars and moon, hoping that you could come to Rufeng Sect soon. Look at you, extremely handsome and imposing. A hero of the world, who can compare to you! Great, great, great! Great! Great! Alright!"
Xue Meng: "..."
Mo Ran: "..."
The dignified head of the number one sect in the world, against the last ranked dead leader of the top ten sects, he was actually sparing no effort and giving praises without restraint. Each of the three "good" words was more generous than the last.
Xue Zhengyong, of course, enjoyed the praise he gave to him. He smiled and said, "No, not at all. Sect Leader Nangong Liu is being too polite."
"There's no need to be polite. Merely a sincere admiration for Sect Leader Xue. He is a hero of his generation, majestic, awe-inspiring and capable of making others submit to him."
Nangong Liu's words were filled with enthusiasm. Xue Zhengyong originally wanted to hold back but the tail of a peacock couldn't be hold in and it started to move: "I don't dare, I don't deserve it. Haha, hahahaha, Sect Leader Nangong Liu is too modest."
In his previous life, Mo Ran had never interacted with Nangong Liu before. When he was slaughtering his way through the Wind Gate, this person just quickly ran away. Mo Ran couldn't be bothered with him. He didn't care if he died by his sabre, spear, stick or escaped and hid his identity for the rest of his life.
This was the first time in his life that he had such close contact with Nangong Liu. However, when he heard his tone, Mo Ran decided he disliked it. He lowered his voice and said, "So the sect leader of the world's strongest sect has a mouth on him."
Xue Meng heard him and unexpectedly agreed with him. He said in a low voice, "That's right, the moment he opened his mouth... he truly has a sharp tongue on him. I can't even smell the fragrance of flowers in the room anymore. Tsk tsk, what's left is only the sweet talk coming out of Nangong Liu's mouth."
After Nangong Liu finished praising the elders, he came to praise the young.
"Aiyo, isn't this the pride of the heavens, Young Master Xue?"
Poor Young Master Xue Meng was indeed quite poor.
He cupped his hands in an indifferent manner: "Sect Leader Nangong Liu."
"Truly a young and handsome hero! Powerful! Look at this nose, these eyes, tsk tsk, amazing! As expected, a tiger father doesn't have a dog son! "
Xue Meng: "..."
Nangong Liu turned around and said to Xue Zhengyong, "Brother Xue, I am truly envious of you. Look, across the entire world, which Young Master has half an inch of air for a son as you? Speaking of me, in such a vast cultivation world with so many outstanding youths, if your son is ranked second, then no one can be considered as number one!"
Xue Meng was originally carrying the basket and loathed him but Nangong Liu was acting like there wasn't a huge distance between the two of them. He threw a basket full of warm praises at Xue Meng, causing the perfectly fine Young Master Xue to feel faint.
When he once again whispered to Mo Ran, he said, "Cough, this Sect Leader Nangong Liu, although he is exaggerating a bit, he is speaking the truth."
"What truth?" Mo Ran found this funny. He squinted his eyes and said, "what If I say you're number two, no one would dare claim to be number one?"
"What's wrong, I'm from the Spirit Mountain Great Assembly…"
"That was a competition, and many rogue cultivators did not participate. Do you think that the heroes of the realm can truly compete in that small competition?"
"..." Xue Meng's face flushed red. After a while, he muttered indignantly, "Forget it, I know you're envious of me."
If they were still young, Mo Ran would definitely mock him again but the words that were about to come out of his mouth didn't. He felt that with Xue Meng's competitive and narcissistic temperament, what was there to argue about. Thus, he nodded and laughed, "Okay okay okay okay, I envy you, you're the strongest."
However, when he looked at Nangong Liu again, the smile in Mo Ran's eyes disappeared.
In this world, there were many types of villains. Some people were unscrupulous and their sins would reach the heavens. The entire world wished to kill them because they wanted to kill them as soon as possible.
However, there were some people who were extremely powerful with their sharp tongues. These types were able to flatter others. They were clearly rotten to the core yet they were not despised by the crowd.
In his previous life, Mo Ran was the first person to do this, but he hated people who went against him the most, not the kind people in this world. He did not hate Mei Hanxue nor Xue Meng.
What he hated the most were people like Nangong Liu. As long as there was anything they could use, they would kneel on the ground and lick other people's ass.
Shit, sucking carbuncle licking ass.
Ever since Nangong Liu came in, Chu Wanning had been standing by the window, watching the magnificent scene outside.
The wind was blowing strongly from high up, causing the fragrant curtain covering the window to become hazy. Chu Wanning stood in the mist, Nangong Liu's face was filled with warmth for a moment before he quickly tidied himself up and walked towards the window.
"Chu-zongshi..."
Chu Wanning didn't look at him. With an indifferent expression, he said, "Sect Leader Nangong Liu, you and I have long known each other."
The muslin that was as soft as spring water blew against his face because of the east wind, causing Chu Wanning to become impatient. He raised his hand to block the annoying thing and said, "No need for pleasantries."
Nangong Liu smiled and said, "I have no other intentions for being a mere proper person. I've not seen Zongshi for so many years, that's all. Zongshi, why do you always keep people at arm's length? "
"I've come here for Nangong Si." Chu Wanning still did not turn around, "Not for you."
"No matter what you came for, I'm still very happy to see you. Although you didn't take him in as your disciple, you have shown him great kindness. After you left, he would often tell me that he missed you."
"..."
Seeing that Chu Wanning finally did not retort, Nangong Liu continued to speak, "Zongshi, when Cai Die was in the Primordial Sky Splitting Cascade, you suddenly stepped forward, causing the world to sigh in admiration. Later on, you were saved by master Huai Zhui and you returned to Yuan Yang. Rufeng Sect has specially prepared twenty top-grade Soul Nurturing Pills for you to help immortal scholars of the world to express their goodwill towards Zongshi. I hope that Zongshi can accept them —"
"Nangong Liu."
Chu Wanning finally looked back at him, but the way he addressed him had changed. He withdrew his arm from the muslin and suddenly turned around, his slender figure seeming to merge with the sunlight.
His eyes were like fiery lightning, his brows were furrowed in cold frost, and his gaze was extremely sinister.
"Don't put me on such a high pedestal that cannot be climbed down from. How can the Rufeng Sect like that thank a mere me on behalf of all the immortal warriors in the world? Who gave you the face to do so?"
"..." The corner of Nangong Liu's mouth twitched but his charming smile did not fall. After a while, he said, "Why do you think that…"
When Chu Wanning was fifteen years old, Nangong Liu acknowledged him as a guest. He ate well, drank well and lived as well as a god. But a few years later, Chu Wanning suddenly fell out with Nangong Liu in front of everyone. The two of them were talking about Jin Cheng Chi, Godly Martial Arts, the requests of the monsters at the bottom of the lake, the morals and the long illness of the Rufeng sect madam. The bystanders were all completely confused by what they heard.
However, everyone knew that in the end, Chu Wanning was unable to contain his rage and stood up in anger.
At that time, he was paid ten thousand gold coins and received over a thousand spiritual stones and talismans every month. He stood in front of the hall and took out the Cosmic Bag at his waist, returning all the remaining money. Then, with a dark face and no words, he took down the jade crown that Nangong Liu had previously given to his guest, the top-grade Shizun Jade Crown. His long hair was scattered about, and he returned the jade crown to the Gift Officer of the Rufeng Sect.
This was part of the story that many teachers of the lower cultivation world loved to talk about.
So, he said to Chu-zongshi, 'Since Immortal Elder Chu has worked in our sect for so long, even if you have to leave now, we still have to settle the score. The Rufeng Sect does not want to have any words that would take advantage of usual.'
However, Chu-zongshi replied, "Back in the day, I only served the Hall to repay Madam for a single meal. Now that Madam has passed away, I have no intention of staying. There's no need for money, I'm ashamed of my salary." With that, he closed his eyes and turned around, bidding his farewells to the Rufeng Sect.
At first, Xue Zhengyong thought that the storyteller was exaggerating, so he tried to ask Chu Wanning how the Rufeng Sect had offended him. However, Chu Wanning didn't like to talk about people behind his back, so he could only shake his head and never go into detail.
But from the looks of it, Mr. storyteller's words might actually be true.
When Madam Wang saw the tense atmosphere, she couldn't help but step out to smooth things over. She said softly, "Elder Yuheng, don't be angry. What if you ruin your health?" Then, she turned around and bowed towards Nangong Liu, "Nangong Liu, we appreciate your kindness but Sisheng peak does not lack spiritual stones and precious medicines. We cannot accept your Soul Nurturing Pills…"
"Haha, Madam Wang is right. It's just a mere miscalculation." Nangong Liu picked up his steps before speaking in a friendly manner, "Elder Yuheng, please forgive us. Please do not take it to heart."
Mo Ran watched on from the side and thought to himself, "This person was just splashed in the face with cold water by his Shizun and yet could still smile so calmly. Truly amazing."
As he thought of this, he lowered his head and took a sip of the Sunshine Snow Green Tea.
Who would've thought that just as he was drinking his tea, Nangong Liu had already arrived before him with a smile on his face.
This wasn't good. When Nangong Liu entered the room, Madam Wang, Xue Meng and Xue Zhengyong all immediately stood up and greeted him courteously.
However, Chu Wanning wasn't in the mood for it, so he just stood by the window.
As for Mo Ran, in his past life, he had flattened out the Rufeng Sect. No matter how bright and beautiful it was now, he knew that they would be reduced to a pile of ashes in the future.
He had nothing to fear. However, he wasn't intending on making it difficult for Nangong Liu. Instead, he decided to get used to it and never even thought of standing up.
So this scene was strange.
For the Shizun and elders, Nangong Liu stood there with a pleasant smile. He wasn't angry and his face was filled with the same warmth from before.
As a guest and a junior, Mo Ran's lazy sitting posture was caught red-handed. He leaned against the armchair with his legs crossed and a cup of hot tea in his hand.
Xue Zhengyong didn't pay attention to Mo Ran's actions earlier. Now that he turned around, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
This Mo Ran was too unruly!
"This is… in recent years, the famous Mo Zongshi should be doing well. "
He stopped drinking tea and covered the lid. He raised his eyes and said, "Yes."
"He really is a hero!"
Mo Ran interrupted him and said with a smile, "Immortal Nangong Liu, you have already used the phrase 'Hero spawns' on my younger cousin. So you don't need to use it on me anymore, right?"
His tone was gentle and his smile was gentle, as if he was very polite. However, what he was saying wasn't polite at all. He didn't even stand up. After saying this, he picked up the teacup again, scraped the rim of the cup with the blue and white porcelain lid and blew away the rising mist.
He lowered his long and thick eyelashes along with his eyes, and took a sip of tea at a leisurely pace.
He was young, handsome, tall and calm. His demeanor made it seem as if he was the true owner of the Rufeng Sect. He stood at the peak of the cultivation world.
"Haha, Mo-zongshi is right. I’m just an inexperienced genius who was unable to think of a better way to put it, so..."
"Not at all." Mo Ran set down his tea cup and raised his eyes to smile, "Since Sect Leader Nangong Liu has entered this room, he has already spoken a bunch of good words. If the sect leader doesn't know how to speak, who would be able to speak?"
"Aiya, I'm not worthy of Mo-zongshi's praise."
"Who said I was praising you?" Mo Ran looked at him with a pair of black eyes, smiling, "Being able to speak too well is not always a good thing."
Xue Zhengyong couldn't take it anymore, he lowered his voice and said, “Ran'er —!"
From his point of view, it was reasonable for Chu Wanning and Nangong Liu to still have a falling out. There was at least a reason behind it. Chu Wanning also had the same identity but Mo Ran...
Mo Ran ignored Xue Zhengyong and instead said to Nangong Liu, "Please leave these words of praise for the other juniors. I'm a boor, I don't understand it and I don't want to hear it."
Xue Zhengyong: "..."
Of course, Mo Ran knew that by doing this, he would make his uncle very unhappy, but he didn't regret it.
There were too many disgusting things in this world. Chu Wanning had a fiery temper and was willing to take the lead. Back then when he was exterminating evil in Luo Jian's residence, Chu Wanning humiliated a weak old man of the Chen family and disregarding his own reputation and beat the flesh out of the client's body.
Chu Wanning didn't do anything wrong but he was always condemned for being "cold-blooded", "reckless" and "ungrateful".
Mo Ran didn't want anyone to say that his Shizun was 'disrespectful'.
As a result, he would rather go out of line so Chu Wanning wouldn't have to do it. He could only use such this stupid method to protect him. Thus, in this house, the three of them accepted Nangong Liu's flattery and kind intentions out of faked courtesy. However, Mo Ran didn't.
This wasn't anything to be excited about. He knew that it was Chu Wanning who had carried him on his back, crawling from the mountains of corpses and sea of blood. Ever since he saw his soul in Grandma Meng's Hall, that bowl of wonton in his hands. Ever since he went to the depths of hell to save Chu Wanning, he swore an oath —
As long as Chu Wanning was willing, he would stand by him forever.
Nangong Liu had bumped into his behaviour twice in a row. If it was any other sect leader, they would have flipped the table and chased him away in a fit of rage.
But Nangong Liu didn't, he just pretended like nothing had happened. He happily chatted with Xue Zhengyong for a while, making Xue Zhengyong feel very awkward. He pulled Nangong Liu to the side and apologized, saying that he didn't discipline his nephew.
Nangong Liu laughed and said, "Aiya, young people, they really have some guts don't they? I think Mo-zongshi is a man of good character. "
After meeting up with Nangong Liu, the disciples of the Rufeng Sect led the group to the guest courtyard.
Mo Ran kept sneezing along the way. Xue Meng turned around and looked at him, "Don't tell me that you were cursed by Sect Leader Nangong Liu for not keeping your mouth shut just now…"
"Go away, you're the one that's cursed." Mo Ran's eyes filled with tears, "I… Achoo, I can't smell the heavy incense, that house just now — Aaa! The spice was so… choo! That's too…"
"It smells so bad."
"Ah, Shizun — Ah choo — ah."
Chu Wanning passed his handkerchief to him, frowned and said disdainfully, "Wipe it, it's nothing."
With tears in his eyes, Mo Ran received the handkerchief embroidered with haitang blossoms with a smile. "Shizun still loves me dearly. Thank you, Shizun."
Chu Wanning was embarrassed by his words, "Who cares about you?"
"Exactly!" Xue Meng was unconvinced. "Who cares about you? The one Shizun cares about the most is obviously me!"
Mo Ran was slightly contemptuous, "How old are you to compare yourself to someone else?" Then, he took the handkerchief in his hand and said seriously, "Look, Shizun promised to stitch me an identical piece, what about you?"
"..." Chu Wanning grabbed the handkerchief and said harshly, "Mo Weiyu!"
Xue Meng was stunned at first when he heard this but then he immediately became angry. "Only a fool would sew a handkerchief for you. Even in your dreams, he wouldn't do that. How shameless."
As they talked, they arrived at the courtyard Nangong Liu had arranged for them. The courtyard had four entrances. With Xue Zhengyong and his wife, the other three entered as well. The courtyard was serene, the shadows of flowers dancing in the breeze could be heard, and the sound of water flowing could be heard.
As Mo Ran hesitated, his eyes were unconsciously covered with a layer of dust. When he followed everyone into the courtyard and saw the bricks and tiles, as well as the plants, trees, and rocks, his mood became all the more gloomy.
This was a place that had left a deep impression on him from his previous life's Rufeng Sect.
Now that he was back at his hometown, he couldn't help but think that if it wasn't for the fact that Chu Wanning had given his life in exchange for his, perhaps he would still have walked the same path and become the Ta Xian Jun. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. For a time, thousands of thoughts flooded his mind and chest.
Mo Ran closed his eyes. He was able to hold back his emotions. He was no longer a youth who was sharp in both joy and anger. Therefore, no one could see the haze hanging over his heart.
They all went back to their respective rooms to rest. Mo Ran stood in front of the courtyard he had for himself. He stood with his hands behind his back for a while, but he did not push open the door to enter.
The female attendant in the courtyard was a little uneasy as she cautiously asked, "Is the Young Master not satisfied with this room?"
"Oh, no." Mo Ran came back to his senses and smiled. "I feel that this courtyard is very similar to the one I used to live in. It's just that it's so romantic."
"What a coincidence. This servant even thought it was because the young master didn't like this place. If Mo-zongshi has other requests, you only need to tell me about them. I will do my best for the young master. "
Mo Ran smiled and said, "I'm fine. You guys can go back to your work."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at the hundred year old laurel tree in the courtyard. The shade of the tree was like the ghost from his previous life brushing past his eyelashes.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart raced.
Suddenly, he turned around and called for the maid who was about to leave. "Wait a moment!"
"Young master, do you have any other orders?"
"... I want to ask you about someone. " Mo Ran paused, raising his eyes like torches, "Do you know if…"
"What?"
"Forget it, let's not ask about it. Let's ask about something else. Do you know where Ye Wangxi is?"
The maid said, "Ye Wangxi is Elder Xu's direct disciple. He lives in the same yard as Elder Xu. If the young master wants to see him, then we can just go there."
The last time he had met Ye Wangxi was in the restaurant. Ye Wangxi had begged Nangong Si to go back with him, but at that time, Nangong Si had refused. Ye Wangxi had said, "If it's because of me that you don't want to go back to the Rufeng Sect, then I will go."
In fact, he was missing Ye Wangxi. He felt that Ye Wangxi had suffered enough in his previous life. He was actually very similar to Chu Wanning. Both of them were gentlemen who would not regret their actions even if they died.
Mo Ran regretted what he had done in the past, so he hoped that Ye Wangxi could lead a better life. He could not help but rejoice. It was fortunate that Nangong Si had not been so heartless as to really drive Ye Wangxi away.
Elder Xu's courtyard was called "Sansheng Yard". It was said that it had the meaning of "one drink of Grandma Meng's Water, and then forget three lives". Elder Xu wanted to show how long life could last, so he should have forgotten the things that he should have forgotten earlier. He shouldn't leave them in his heart to add to his worries; in any case, after he died, he wouldn't remember anymore once he reached the Bridge of Helplessness.
He sounded like a pessimistic person, no wonder Ye Wangxi was taught to be so stingy.
"Interesting, this parrot is really clever. Come, carry it a bit more. A gutter, a ladle of wine, in the alleyway …."
"Please report to the guards and inform them of your intentions." Before he could get around the wall, he could hear a man's lazy laughter coming from the courtyard.
Mo Ran took a few steps forward and saw a man in his early thirties standing in the sunlight. That person was dressed in plain clothes, and there were even a few patches at the corner of his robe. It was a cold day, and he did not wear a pair of shoes; he stood barefoot on the cold stone tiles, holding a handful of melon seeds and teasing a snow-white, blue-eyed parrot with long feathers.
The parrot flapped its wings left and right as it moved back and forth on the shelf. It seemed to be very proud of itself as it chanted loudly, "Ahhh, a gourd of food, a ladle of wine, in the alleyway..."
"Mm, good, not bad. You're smarter than Xiao Yezi, Xiao Yezi wasn't as good as you when he was young, so he can't even recite this part of it." The man fed a handful of nuts to the parrot, "Come, your father will reward you."
"..."
This person called himself a father to a bird.
Does that mean he's a birdman?
The man turned around and saw Mo Ran standing next to the wall. He first knocked a melon seed on the ground, then spat it out and suddenly laughed. His smile was bright, yet it also had a hint of malice to it.
"Mo Ran, Mo-zongshi, right?" He laughed. "Nice to meet you."
Thus, Mo Ran smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
After he smiled, he carefully sized up this man's face. He felt that this man's face was a bit good. In his previous life when he massacred the Rufeng Sect, he seemed to have seen this man before. He was…
"Foster father, why are you running around without your shoes?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out. It was clearly such a light sentence, but when it entered his ears, it was as if spring thunder had struck.
He was still tall and straight, with a warm expression and a pair of bright yellow satin shoes in his hands. He walked up to the young man and bent down to put them down.
Foster father?
Ye Wangxi's foster father...
The blood in his heart suddenly ran like wild wolves, and he could almost hear the cries of the past life, the clashing of swords.
"Foster father!"
A bloody face suddenly appeared in his memory.
It was Ye Wangxi. He was crying and screaming… Back then when he massacred the Rufeng Sect, Nangong Liu secretly ran away while the 72 cities were in chaos. Later on, the number one protector of the Rufeng Sect, Elder Xu, stepped forward and swept up the sand.
He clearly did not have the surname 'Nangong', but he did what Sect Leader Nangong Liu was supposed to do. As an elder, he lived and died with the 72 cities of the Rufeng Sect.
He was clearly not Ye Wangxi's biological father, yet when the sharp blade filled with spiritual energy stabbed towards Ye Wangxi's back, he stood in front of Ye Wangxi, using his flesh and blood to protect the child he raised with his own hands.
At that time, Mo Ran was standing on top of the city wall looking down at the crowd. Seeing this scene, a twisted smile appeared on his face — only God knew how jealous he was at that time.
A person without any blood ties would actually be willing to die for another person in this world!
His narrow heart was in shock, in pain, he was mad with jealousy, his eyes were red.
He was thinking, "Good, very good, Ye Wangxi is really lucky, he's made of ink and drizzling…' If there was anyone in this vast world other than his mother who was willing to die for him, Mo Weiyu, then how could he have reached his current state?!
The heavens were good to anyone, but they were only so stingy and vicious to him!
He wanted to destroy all the people he envied, making all those who were hugging each other fall into hell. Why was he the only one who didn't have a day's worth of good days, didn't have a moment's warmth, and the only one who was kind to him, was already long dead.
He only had that little bit of warmth left, why would he take it away?!
He hated it!
"..."
Thinking about it later, Mo Ran felt that he was such a fool back then. There was clearly a person in the world of mortals who was willing to die for him. He had missed out on that person. He had failed, and he did not know that.
Mo Ran closed his eyes and calmed his surging heart. Only then did he raise his eyes again.
He now knew who this man was. He was Ye Wangxi's Shizun, and also his foster father — Xu Shuanglin.
On the second day after he left the sect, he had died in the midst of battle in order to save Ye Wangxi.
Mo Ran turned around with bitterness in his heart. He could not bear to look at the smiling and handsome man in the sunlight any longer.
He went to greet Ye Wangxi.
"Lorde Ye."
Only then did Ye Wangxi realize that Mo Ran was standing far away. He was stunned for a moment before he smiled and said, "Ah, Mo-zongshi is here too. Long time no see."
"Long time no see."
In fact, Ye Wangxi had only met Mo Ran a few times in his life and was not very familiar with him. Hence, he continued to smile and said, "Are you here to find my foster father?"
"..." Mo Ran glanced at Xu Shuanglin, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Shaking his head, he said, "No, I came looking for you."
"Ye Wangxi, how long has it been since anyone came to find you in this courtyard? It's not easy." Xu Shuanglin smiled lazily and stuffed another melon seed into his mouth. "Where did you meet Mo-zongshi?"
"I met him at Peach Blossom Springs."
"That's good, that's good." Xu Shuanglin smiled and threw the rest of the melon seeds into the birdseed bowl, saying, "You youngsters can continue chatting. I'll go somewhere else for now."
Ye Wangxi pulled him back, "Father, why aren't you wearing shoes again?"
"Oh, I forgot." Smiling, Xu Shuanglin put on his shoes and said, "That's good enough."
From the corner of his eye, Mo Ran saw the man slowly cross to the corner, then bend down to take off his shoes. He actually put his shoes into his pocket and walked away leisurely.
"..."
Because of the mental cultivation method, Xu Shuanglin was very young, and his face did not age even at the age of thirty. He looked just like Ye Wangxi's brother.
Judging by his temper, this person was a little stubborn. He didn't seem like a big brother at all. He looked like Ye Wangxi's little brother.
Therefore, was the solemn "Sansheng Courtyard" plaque outside a tease?
Ye Wangxi and Mo Ran walked slowly along the boulevard, shoulder to shoulder.
There were many flower trees and fruit trees planted in this yard, but it was midwinter right now, so only a few dried up yellow leaves hung from the treetops. The wind blew, rustling in the air.
"I'm sorry, I let you down last time in the restaurant."
"It’s nothing. How have you been these days?"
He felt a little regretful when he said it, because someone like Ye Wangxi would never say anything, no matter how bad his life was. As expected, Ye Wangxi smiled and said, "Not bad, what about you?"
"I'm fine."
The two of them were actually not that close. The reason why Mo Ran came to find him was because he thought of the grievances from his previous life. He wanted to see Ye Wangxi who was still alive, but he did not know what to say when they were alone.
Mo Ran knew a lot of Ye Wangxi's secrets, but he couldn't tell him any of them. The two of them walked for a while in silence before Ye Wangxi asked, "How is Xia Sini?"
Mo Ran was stunned and then laughed, "You still remember his name? Impressive."
"His name is especially easy to remember."
"Haha, that's true. Xia Sini also came along at that time. You'll be able to see him in the future."
Ye Wangxi was surprised, "He is here too? The Sect Leader shouldn't have invited children… "
"You still don't know who Xia Sini is, right? Let me tell you, this is a long story."
Thus, he told him the whole story. Ye Wangxi sighed and said, "Mo-zongshi is so lucky to have this man as your Shizun."
Mo Ran said, "How lucky is the Rufeng Sect to have Lord Ye as their disciple."
Ye Wangxi was a little embarrassed, he smiled and said, "Mo-zongshi, you've gone overboard."
They arrived at a small floating bridge painted with red wood. Along the way, it was filled with withered branches and withered leaves. Only the lush greenery could be seen, and the trees planted here were lofty and the snow was in the wind. The water of the Rufeng Sect was imbued with spiritual energy, so it would not freeze over. Thus, when standing at the end of the bridge, one could hear the gurgling sound of the water beneath their feet.
Mo Ran turned around and saw Ye Wangxi staring at the crystal stream. His black eyes were filled with light. He was still the same person, but everyone could see the haggard look on his face.
Nangong Si's wedding, to him, was just too cruel.
Suddenly, he couldn't bear it anymore. It was as if he saw Chu Wanning, who had paid a great price, looking back at him and asked, "Lord Ye, why don't you come to Sisheng Peak?"
"What?"
"..." He felt that he had been too rash and also knew how Ye Wangxi would reply. Mo Ran sighed, "I was just casually asking. Young Master, you don't have to take it to heart."
Ye Wangxi smiled. His smile had originally been filled with vigor, heroic spirit, and elegance. But now it was the same person, the same smile, but his cheekbones were slightly sunken, his heroic spirit was still present, but his three points of beauty had dried up, leaving only two pools of desolation.
He wanted to hide it, but the sadness was too deep. He used all his strength, but he still could not hide it well.
He smiled and said, "So Mo-zongshi is here to steal me for Sisheng peak?"
"Haha, yes, yes. But I don't think Lord Ye will come. It was just a joke."
"Mm. Since my foster father is still here, I won't leave."
"What does Young Master plan to do in the future?"
"..." Ye Wangxi seemed to be in pain. He actually couldn't answer him right away. What was he going to do in the future? He also did not know that he felt like he was a moth and Nangong Si the flame. He always wanted to follow the light, even if it would only cause him to break apart.
But Nangong Si did not want him.
"I will still be doing what I should in the Rufeng Sect." Ye Wangxi smiled, "Assisting the Sect Leader and my foster father. In the future, I will support the new young Sect Leader."
He paused, his hand forming a fist, his knuckles white as jade.
Mo Ran was surprised that Ye Wangxi could actually say the last half of the sentence calmly. He could really say it…
"And also the… Young Madam."
When he had finished, as if at last he could bear it no longer, he lowered his eyes. But after a while, he raised his head and looked at Mo Ran with a humble and elegant expression. His face was still smiling, and his entire body stood there like a bamboo in the winter.
Suddenly, a westerly wind rose up, blowing the accumulated snow between the bamboo forests, like reeds fluttering in the wind.
In that instant, Mo Ran thought, he can't. Nangong Si can't marry Song Qiutong.
The big wedding of the Young Master of the Rufeng Sect was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, rumors began to spread among the guests of the various sects.
"Shizun Zhang, I've heard a lot about myself recently, but I think it's really out of the question. I think it's very likely to be true, do you want to hear about it?"
"What a coincidence, I also have a secret about the Rufeng Sect. It's also very shocking, it can't be that you want to talk about the same thing."
The other party raised his eyebrows meaningfully and asked, "Is the secret that master Zhang knows related to only two people?"
"Indeed."
Both of them exchanged glances. One of them lowered his voice and said, "Let's talk about mine first. I heard that Ye Wangxi from the Rufeng Sect and…"
When the other person heard this, he could not hold it in any longer.
The Young Master didn't even want to be elegant anymore. Laughing loudly, he slapped his thigh, his eyes flashing with the radiance of the gossip, excitedly said: "Right, right! Haha, that's what I'm laughing about! That Ye Wangxi from the Rufeng Sect is involved with Song Qiutong! "
"Truly, good things never go out of doors and bad things spread far and wide. Who would have thought that even Young Master is aware of this person who doesn't like to listen to gossip. But talk about it in a softer voice, this is Lin Yi, wherever we go we will bump into people from the Rufeng Sect, I'm afraid they will hear us."
It was hard to say if they had ears or not, but it was true that the three of them had become like tigers in water. Even if no one had seen it with their own eyes, the content was becoming more and more plentiful and alluring…
In the end, even those villagers outside Linyi City who did not cultivate were aware of this and the rumors were spreading.
"Brother Goudan, I'm going to tell you a secret, don't tell anyone else."
"What secret?"
"If you are so cautious, come and listen to me. It's not like you don't know what I'm talking about and you definitely won't reveal it."
"Then you better listen up, there's a huge scandal in the Rufeng Sect, you know that Song Qiutong, who is about to marry the Young Master Nangong Si, she really is a slut. Although Brother Goudan doesn't know it, she has long been carrying her fiancé behind his back and has fallen in love with Ye Wangxi!"
"How is this possible?!"
"How is it impossible? Didn't you know that back then, when Song Qiutong was taken out for the auction, Ye Wangxi was the one who saw her beauty and stirred up those dirty thoughts, buying her for dual cultivation?"
Lee Goudan was extremely shocked. His mouth was wide open, and only after a long while did he stutter, "Heavens, heavens… How could there be such a thing..."
When he slept at night, he would hug his wife and chat with her. He sighed with emotion, "Chunhua, you're still the best."
The townsman’s wife Zhao Chunhua blinked, "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly talking about this?"
"You see, although you are a bit ugly, a little bit fat and a little bit short, you are diligent and fertile, unlike some women who would steal men behind their husbands' back and disobey the rules of women."
Zhao Chunhua was a bit annoyed. "How am I ugly? Isn't my face just a bit yellow?" And then she became curious, "Which wife has a broken shoe? How could I not know?"
"It's not the villagers, it's a group of nuns and Dao Sect Leaders that fly here and there on their swords all day long."
Zhao Chunhua was shocked. "Who is it?"
Lee Goudan said, "Whoever gets married recently will be the one."
Zhao Chunhua subconsciously did not think towards Nangong Si. She was stunned for a while before realizing what was going on and suddenly sat up from the bed, "Oh my god, that's amazing! There was actually such a thing? Don't spout nonsense."
"Why would I speak nonsense?" Lee Gou Dan stuck out his chest, in order to make his wife more trusting of him, he swore, "A friend of mine saw it with his own eyes. Those two have already slept on their backs since long ago!"
The romance between a man and a woman was often one of the fastest things to fly in this world. The poor and the rich would not cultivate the real thing, and would be happy to talk about it. In the blink of an eye, more or less all the guests gathered at Rufeng Sect were aware of the scandal. When it reached Chu Wanning's ears, the details were already so extravagant that even Ye Wangxiu's meeting with Song Qiutong on a certain day in a certain month of the year was described in detail. It was also said that Song Qiutong had married Nangong Si because she already had Ye Wangxi's child, but Ye Wangxi was unfaithful and did not want to meet his mother and son for the sake of his own future.
"If you don't believe me, just wait and see. Look at that little kid's birth! Does he look like Nangong Si or Ye Wangxi!"
Chu Wanning understood and knew Nangong Si, but he didn’t know Ye Wangxi and Song Qiutong. Thus, he was not sure if what they said was true or false, and only felt very angry. However, for someone like him, although he was good at dealing with evil that had a clear outline, he was helpless when it came to matters that involved men and women.
That day, when Nangong Si came to visit him in his courtyard, Chu Wanning faintly hit him on the head, but he could not hear any hidden meaning behind his words. He was still happily telling Chu-zongshi the story of how he raised his demonic wolves.
"A few days ago, I gave it some seed and it was quite smooth. That female Demonic Wolf should be coming next month, I wonder how many little wolf pups will be born in this nest. If there are any good ones, I will ask my father to send one of them to Sisheng Peak."
Chu Wanning heard this and thought it was a good opportunity, so he said, "Yes, but I'm afraid that the wolf cub's lineage is not pure."
"How could it be impure? The Agate Platinum and the female Demonic Wolf were both cultivated by the Snow Wolf tribe, and were extremely pure. "
"Are you certain that the female Demonic Wolf was not bred with any other Demonic Wolves before?"
Nangong Si was stunned for a moment, "How could that be? That female demon wolf was raised by the Jadepool Villa, and there's only one of it in the entire manor. If she wants to match it, she doesn't have the right to, she has to rely on our family's Agate Platinum."
Chu Wanning felt that he had pointed out the truth. He understood that he was comparing people to wolves, implying that Nangong Si should pay attention to those rumors. How could he not understand?
After thinking for a moment, he continued, "Although the Jadepool Villa only has one wolf, when you take it over to breed the Agate Platinum, you should at least stay at the Rufeng Sect for a while, right? You raise so many demon wolves, do you think … "
"No, no!" Nangong Si laughed heartily. "Is Chu-Zongshi worried about this? That female Demonic Wolf and the Agate Platinum are in the same cage, locked in the same cage.”
"..."
Forget it, you idiot!
He stood up and invited Chu Wanning, "Chu-Zongshi, when you left, our Moonhowl courtyard was not completed yet, but it has been expanded twice already. I will bring you over to take a look, how about riding some wolves?"
"Nope," Chu Wanning replied.
Nangong Si was clearly disappointed, "Why?"
"I don't know how to ride anything but horses. You are going to be a husband soon, so don't be too playful. If you aren't raising wolves all day long, you should be busy on the school field. If you have the time, you should go back and accompany Miss Song. People and animals are the same. If you don't accompany her, the relationship will be estranged. "
"No, Miss Song treats me very well and is very obedient."
"..."
"If Chu-Zongshi thinks I've neglected her, I'll call her along. I've often mentioned you to her, and she should be happy to see you."
Hearing him say so, Chu Wanning thought to himself, he doesn't know much about Song Qiutong, and he doesn't know if the rumors were true or false. To be able to know more about this young couple before Nangong Si was married, it might be a good thing.
Thus, he nodded his head and stood up. "Sure, then you can go and find her. I'll wait for you at Moonhowl courtyard."
The two of them greeted each other in front of the wall and exchanged a salute. Mo Ran made his way into the courtyard and saw Chu Wanning standing under the osmanthus tree. There was a small red-clay stove in front of him that was steaming with water and two half-drunk Eight Treasures Tea were placed on the stone table.
"Shizun, Nangong Si was looking for you?"
"Yes, I'm going to Moonhowl courtyard to take a look at the demonic wolves he's raising." As Chu Wanning spoke, he turned around and prepared to return to the house, "It's inconvenient to ride in this outfit, I'll change my clothes."
The demon wolf was ferocious. Although Mo Ran knew Chu Wanning was capable, he was still worried about letting him go alone. Thus, he said, "I will go with Shizun."
Chu Wanning stopped and glanced at him, "Do you know how to ride a wolf?"
Mo Ran smiled, and his black eyes were very bright. "Why not? I am good at riding horses, not to mention riding wolves, I'm good at riding anything.”
Chu Wanning wanted to laugh at him, but he suddenly felt the choice of words "I am good at riding" was a bit vague. He couldn't help but think of the scene in his dreams, the posture of them two, the sweat converging on their belly, and the powerlessness of his body while lying on the bed. It was as if he had really become a plaything under Mo Ran.
Suddenly, Chu Wanning's face turned red.
He cursed under his breath, "Shameless!"
It was unknown if he was cursing Mo Ran or cursing himself. He turned around and slammed the door and entered the room, leaving only the half-rolled curtain outside the door slightly swaying in the wind, like the trembling heart of the person who hid inside.
At present, the sky was freezing cold, the vegetation was bleak, and the green and yellow intersecting fields were covered with a thin layer of frost. Winter was neither salty nor light as it hung in the sky, but because of the clouds covering it, it seemed a little cold, and the sunlight that sprinkled down was perfunctory and lifeless.
Suddenly, Nangong Si saw two people walking over from the mist. It was Chu Wanning and Mo Ran. He could not help but be slightly startled at first, but then he smiled and said, "Mo-Zongshi, are you worried about handing your Shizun over to me, so you came as well?"
"No." Mo Ran also laughed, "I followed you because I'm afraid that if Shizun meets with any troubles and is unable to vent his anger, it would be unfair for him to get angry at Young Master Nangong Si. So I came here just to be a punching bag."
"..." Chu Wanning glared at him and said coldly, "I think you're here to make a fire knife." (to be a reason of troubles)
"Pfft." When Song Qiutong, who was standing behind him, heard this, she let out a soft laugh. She lifted up her feather-like eyelashes and walked out from behind her fiancé.
She looked at Mo Ran and Chu Wanning and said gently, "I've long heard that Chu-zongshi and Mo-zongshi have a deep relationship. It seems that it's true today."
Chu Wanning looked her up and down. When he was at Xuanyuan Pavilion, he had felt that this person had the disposition to topple nations, and now that he saw her up close, she looked even more beautiful, like a lotus blooming in the morning sun. Her ebony hair seemed to shine brightly, and she was indeed a peerless beauty in the world.
As he thought of this, he could not help but stealthily glance at Mo Ran, wanting to know how he would react.
Unexpectedly, his eyes met Mo Ran’s, who didn't even look at Song Qiutong. It was as if Nangong Si was standing next to thin air, he was staring at him instead. Mo Ran smiled gently when their gazes met.
Chu Wanning was stunned by his gaze, but he still pretended to be calm. He exchanged a glance with Mo Ran for a moment before turning his gaze away.
"Moonhowl courtyard is filled with many demonic wolves. The most valiant one is the Agate Platinum. I also like it the most."
Nangong Si led the crowd to the center of the open grassland, took out the jade flute at his waist, and blew three urgent whistles. After a moment of silence, in the distance, a gust of wind blew from all directions, and a snow-white figure leapt out of the forest like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, a glittering and translucent demon wolf whose claws were covered in gold leaped into the air, its body drawing a smooth arc, and it let out a howl, which reflected the cold and desolate winter sky.
"Aooo!"
Nangong Si stepped forward and stroked its fluffy neck, turned his head and smiled, "Chu-Zongshi, look, it has already grown so big. When you left, it was still a little puppy."
"When I left, he was already as tall as a grown man." Chu Wanning said expressionlessly.
"Haha, is it? I always thought it was small and a baby. "
"..."
"Chu-Zongshi, come ride and see."
As Nangong Si spoke, he blew his flute again, summoning the two snow-white demonic wolves from the forest, "Mo-zongshi, are you here to ride as well?"
The three of them jumped onto the back of the demon wolf. "Hold onto the rope chain or the hair on the neck tightly," said Nangong. "You have to hold on to your legs. It's actually more or less the same as riding a horse." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and said to Song Qiutong, "Qiutong, ride with me. I'll take you with me."
Initially, Chu Wanning thought he wouldn't, but after walking a few steps on the back of the demon wolf, he felt that it was not that difficult. In fact, because the demon wolves were intelligent, they could understand the riders' intentions and so were much easier to control than normal horses.
Nangong Si laughed, "How is it? Run a round? "
"Can I go anywhere?"
"Anywhere is fine. You can just run around the forest garden at the back of the mountain or the Howling Moon Academy."
Mo Ran smiled and said, "Is this a competition?"
"Give it a try."
Chu Wanning took a look at the Young Master, who was riding on the demonic wolf with Song Qiutong. He thought that this was an opportunity to improve their relationship, so he readily agreed.
Nangong Si said, "In that case, let's first go to the northern part of the Forest Boa Lake and catch five of the Groper Fish. The first person to come back here will win, and this chain will be the prize, what do you say?"
"Seven star spirit stone chain, Young Noble Nangong is too generous with his money."
"I'm happy that you can't buy it with a thousand taels of gold." Nangong Si tightened his grip on the rope, then lowered his head and said to Song Qiu-tong, "Sit tight, don't fall down. If you run fast, tell me."
Mo Ran glanced at Song Qiutong and smiled, "I'm afraid that Young Master Nangong's chain can be taken out in advance."
"Ha, belittling me. I grew up on a wolf's back. Not to mention bringing one more person, even if I brought one more, it wouldn't be much of a big deal. Let's go. I'll count to three and two, then start."
"Three, two — one!"
As the voice faded, three snow-white figures shot out like arrows piercing through the forest. Stepping into the killing fields, they instantly disappeared into the depths of the forest.
At first, Chu Wanning had slowed down his pace to follow behind Nangong Si and Song Qiutong, but later on, Song Qiu-tong's screams came rushing towards them from time to time. After listening for a long time, he could not help but feel the pain in his ears.
As the "Gongzi, slow down" cry of surprise rang out behind him, Chu Wanning gradually felt the joy of riding a demonic wolf. This type of spirit beast was extremely intelligent, he only needed to lift his finger a little and the gold agate would understand his intentions. It was no wonder that Nangong Si would care so much about these animals.
Chu Wanning raised his head and looked at the mottled sunlight that fell in front of him, it was a continuous, self-contained, and unending stream of sunlight that flowed like a torrent, rolling far away in the distance. He couldn't help but laugh, feeling that this was a very good run, so he urged his onyx gold to run, his wolf claws stepping on the thick coniferous forest, raising a cloud of dust.
Behind him, Mo Ran, who was riding the black wolf, followed closely. In that split-second, a sense of happiness and relief arose in Chu Wanning's heart.
He suddenly had an uncertain feeling that he finally had the power to move forward on his own. It was as if no matter where he went, there would always be the sound of footsteps behind him.
Chu Wanning and Mo Ran arrived at the same time at the spring lake, which was filled with blue waves, clear as a calabash, rich in water and spirit energy, nourished by the spirit flow on both sides of the lake, the trees and flowers were not affected by the four seasons, the orange trees in the winter were still lush with leaves, countless golden fruits were hidden behind the dark green leaves, the wind was filled with a sweet citrus fragrance.
He landed firmly on the ground. Chu Wanning looked around and said, "It's quite a nice place."
"If Shizun likes it, when we go back we can plant a lot of fruit trees at Sisheng peak, keep it nourished with spiritual energy all year round, and pick it whenever you want to."
Chu Wanning gave a "hmph" and walked to the lakeside, raising his hand to call Tianwen.
Seeing that something was wrong, Mo Ran stopped him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Catching the fish."
"... Shizun shouldn't be thinking of using Wind and wringing all the fish out of the lake, right? "
"What are you thinking about?" Chu Wanning glared at him and tossed the golden vine onto the lake. He then said to the lake lightly, "Who's the one that is tired of living? The one who wishes to take the bait. "
After saying this three times, Chu Wanning retracted Tianwen. On its golden leaves, there were actually some chubby fishes that looked up to the sky with their white eyes.
Chu Wanning took a look and asked Mo Ran, "Did he say he wanted the Groper?"
"Yes."
"..." “Do you know what Groper looks like? " After Chu Wanning finished speaking, he felt that asking this question would be a bit of a detour, so he simply picked up Tianwen and showed it to Mo Ran, "Among these, are there any?"
"... it's better if I capture it for Shizun. "
After that, he caught ten fish and placed them in the Cosmic Bag by the two demon wolves' necks. Chu Wanning then put the "tired of living" fish back into the water and said, "Life is short, so I'll have to trouble you all to endure a little longer."
Hearing this sentence, Mo Ran felt that this man was both funny and cute. He put down the last stone speck and turned around to see Chu Wanning walking over from the edge of the Frost Jade Pool. The lake water was flowing behind him, gently soaking his white figure.
Suddenly, he had a strong desire to walk over and hug him. He wanted to be close to him, touch him as gently as he could, but he also wanted to crush him. He wanted to drag him into the orange grove, press him down on the tree, and lift his legs to occupy him.
He watched as Chu Wanning got closer and closer to him. He was surprised to find that his desire was so contradictory and strong. The softest and toughest kind of karma could even be born from a monarch.
Love, love.
Wasn't it just like that?
Hard heat is when you cut open your fiery blade.
Soft, is wrapping up your spring water tenderness.
"That's true." Chu Wanning, however, did not notice the uncertainty in Mo Ran's eyes. He walked up to him and checked the Cosmic Bag on his neck, "He brought a girl with him, running so slowly."
"Maybe he's doing something else."
Mo Ran felt his head burning. His wolf-like eyes were fixed on the white neck Chu Wanning had exposed when he lowered his head. His stomach was burning as he mumbled to himself without a second thought.
Chu Wanning was stunned, "What?"
"..." Mo Ran finally reacted and felt like he had misspoken. He coughed dryly and turned his head away, "It's nothing."
Chu Wanning, on the other hand, had already thought about it. His eyes widened as he narrowed them dangerously, and angrily said, "What are you thinking about? Get on the horse and go back!"
Mo Ran moved his lips, wanting to say, "It's not a horse, it's a wolf." But looking at Chu Wanning's sullen face and flushed ears, he swallowed his words.
He watched with some regret as Chu Wanning mounted the platinum wolf, riding with unparalleled grace and beauty. He could not help but crave for more, he thought, if only Chu Wanning were his man, he would have been too weak to get on the horse or the wolf's back, so he could only get on his lap.
Then he was shocked and guilty at the thought, and he shook his head.
This action was seen by Chu Wanning. He asked, "What's wrong? Why did you shake your head? Did I say anything wrong?"
"No, no. Shizun taught me the correct lesson. I was thinking too much."
However, he was not thinking about the ridiculous things that had happened between Nangong Si and Song Qiutong.
The person I am thinking of is you …
Then, he thought, "Sigh, if only I could break the legs of that platinum wolf. That way, even if Chu Wanning had no wolf to ride, he might be willing to ride that black claw of his."
He really wanted to hug him again, like a person on the verge of death due to thirst, and miss the sweet dew that he had once defiled … While Mo Ran was still indulging in these lingering thoughts, he followed Chu Wanning back to the Moonhowl Courtyard where he saw Song Qiutong and Nangong Si already waiting.
Song Qiutong sat on the ground, her feet that were sparkling like jade sticking out with traces of blood on them.
It turned out that they were only halfway through running and had forgotten that Nangong Si had warned her to tighten her leg. Therefore, her skin was cut by thorns. Even though it was only a small wound, Nangong Si still wouldn't let her go and brought her back to bandage it.
Mo Ran glanced at her legs. They could be considered beautiful, but compared to Chu Wanning, they were nothing. It was a shame that he still liked Song Qiutong's feet in his previous life.
How blind.
Right now, he felt that everything about Chu Wanning was perfect, whether it was looking at things horizontally or looking at things vertically. Even his always cold and emotionless eyes that felt proud and reserved, that was his temperament, Chu Wanning should be like that.
When he saw him glaring, scolding, or rolling his eyes at him, he felt overjoyed.
"I admit defeat." Nangong Si was straightforward. He casually passed the gold chain to Chu Wanning, "Here, give it to Zongshi."
Chu Wanning looked at the chain and said, "Seven star spirit stones are good for raising spirit cores, I do need it, thank you very much."
Hearing this, Mo Ran did not feel good. Somehow, he muttered, "Next time, I'll buy you something even better."
"What?" Chu Wanning did not hear him clearly and turned to look at him.
Mo Ran saw his pair of phoenix eyes that were so close to him, and the clear reflection of his face in his eyes. The distance between them made the astringent feeling in his heart slightly fade.
Mo Ran smiled, "I said, the next time I see something more suitable for Shizun, I will buy it for Shizun."
"Alright."
Chu Wanning agreed without hesitation, which made Mo Ran even more happy.
He even went so far as to look at Nangong Si , who didn't care about this at all. He was still competing with him, proudly wanting to let him know, that Shizun would politely thank you for taking your things, but not me for taking mine. Look, he wasn't even distancing himself from me.
"Just remember to ask the boss to give you the bill, and I'll give you the money."
Mo Ran: "..."
Ten flecks of fresh water were taken out of the Cosmos Sack and led to the hunting cabin at the edge of the Moonhowl training field. Outside, there was a dark gray furnace with pots and pans all around, but the cabin looked old and mottled, which didn't seem like it was built at the same time as the magnificent grassland.
Chu Wanning's fingertips brushed the fence, stopping in front of a bundle of rope tied to the fence. The rope had experienced countless winds and rain, so it no longer looked as gorgeous as it did before.
Nangong Si took the seasoning and came out of the wooden house. Seeing Chu Wanning looking at the rope, he smiled and said, "That was the year the Zongshi left, the ones I tied here, they are all almost all gone."
Chu Wanning did not say anything. He just sighed and sat on the wooden bench.
When he was serving the Rufeng Sect, Nangong Si was still just a child. He often brought him to the Howling Moon Academy to walk around, leaving behind this hunting room.
The fire soon started, and the Grouper was roasted on the branch of a tree. Fat Fish dripped down from under the crispy skin, emitting a rich smell of meat.
Nangong Si gave six pieces to the demon wolves squatting by the wooden fences, while the other four were sprinkled with salt to serve the crowd.
Song Qiutong only ate a few bites before handing the grilled fish to Nangong Si, who had already quickly finished gnawing on the whole fat fish. She said, "I'm not eating anymore. Young Master, please share some with me."
Chu Wanning glanced in their direction, and seeing that Nangong had accepted the roasted fish, he happily ate the second fish. He thought to herself that this Song Qiutong seemed to be well-behaved and gentle, a very considerate person.
While he was deep in thought, a lotus leaf was handed to him. The top part of the fish was carefully divided into different parts, and the main fishbones had been removed. The white and tender meat was exuding heat and burnt fragrance.
Chu Wanning was taken aback. He turned his head and saw Mo Ran putting away his silver dagger. He smiled and said, "Shizun, let's eat this."
"Where did you get the lotus leaves?"
"Just now, when I was catching fish by the lake, I picked them along the way." Mo Ran passed the fish meat to him, "Eat while it's hot. It won't taste good if it's cold."
Chu Wanning took the lotus leaf, his heart rippled as he said, "Thank you."
He really did not like fish bones, so the prepared spots melted immediately in his mouth. Chu Wanning ate them piece by piece, but he did not feel bored. After he finished eating all of them, the tea that was hung over the fire had also boiled up. Song Qiutong got up and took down the pot, pouring a cup for everyone and offered it to them with both hands.
"Chu-zongshi, please have a cup of tea."
She held the small white porcelain cup in her slender hands. Her arm was like the bright moon, and her wrist impressively held a bit of cinnabar.
Chu Wanning suddenly recalled that back at the "Xuanyuan Pavilion" auction, the pavilion Shizun said that she had a piece of palace sand lit up on her wrist by the Coldscale Saint Hand. Presumably, it was this one.
Having thought so, Chu Wanning finally heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Nangong Si was a heartless person, like a wild horse on the prairie, like a lone wolf on his own, with a simple and vigorous blade and axe. Chu Wanning did not hate people like this, so he did not wish for Nangong Si to be unlucky.
Song Qiutong's tea was served to Mo Ran, who accepted it but did not drink it. He placed it to the side and smiled. "Miss Song, I have something to give you."
While speaking, he took out a thin chain, which was made from pearl mother of the East China Sea and the Xihe crystal of Zhu Rong Mountain. From a glance, one could tell that the chain was quite valuable.
"Earlier when you were cultivating, you wanted to ask for carp crystals, but unfortunately, that stone has already been taken by my cousin to refine the sword. I also did not prepare any other gifts. After buying this chain of fire and water, it should be suitable for you to wear. "
"This... This is too precious, I'm afraid the tree cannot be taken in …"
"What logic is this?" Mo Ran laughed, "Moreover, the fire and water chains can also suppress the fire elemental spiritual energy, but they are only suitable for women. If you wear it on your body, you will be able to accompany Young Master Nangong in the future. It's a practical thing. "
Song Qiutong turned to look at Nangong Si, accepting his nod. She then received the chain with both hands and bowed respectfully, saying in a warm voice, "Thank you, Mo-zongshi."
The four of them drank tea and chatted for a while.
Chu Wanning was concerned about the grand matter of Nangong Si's life so he asked him to pay more attention to the details of the wedding ceremony so that no mishap would happen.
He finished his tea in a few gulps and tossed the empty cup in his hand.
Then he smiled and said, "Don't worry, Zongshi. I go to see her every night. I'm different from when I was young. There are some things that I should take seriously. As a result, yesterday, I noticed that there was a pearl inlaid on the gown of Qiutong, so I immediately sent someone to go back to work. "
When he spoke of the wedding, a hint of shyness actually appeared on his face that had always been free and unrestrained.
He glanced at Song Qiutong and smiled, "Qiutong will definitely look good then."
These words fell into the ears of Song Qiutong's husband in his previous life. Mo Ran absent-mindedly poured another cup of tea for himself. Of course he knew Song Qiutong was a beauty with peerless grace, but so what?
Back then, Xunyang Peak offered sacrifices to the heavens and Treading the Immortal King married the first queen of the cultivation world. The night of his wedding was shining with the light of a phoenix candle, but he had never stayed in his new home.
That night, he drank too much, the red candle smoke, the drowsy, he raised the bride's flushed face, and stared at for a while. Before the great ceremony of life, it is easy for people to give birth to the emotion of the passage of time and the vicissitudes of life. Even as a stepping immortal, it is no exception.
He suddenly felt that it wasn't real. His gaze seemed to pierce through the charming and beautiful red light in front of him, and it landed on the snowstorm that covered the sky many years ago.
When he was naked in the cold wind. When he was dying of hunger and thirst, when he was being pitied and licking the rice soup that the man brought him … When he was at the peak of his new life, feeling anxious and fearful … When he stood on his tiptoes to go for the Moon Splitting Begonia … When he kneeled in front of Chu Wanning, with the vines around his body...
He had never imagined that one day, he would trample over all the Immortals to gain the respect of the world.
"Husband, what are you thinking about?" Her red lips parted and her eyes focused on him. The air she exhaled was all sweet and extravagant, just like his lofty status today.
He seemed to have everything. Beauty, status, power …
What was he not satisfied with now?
He couldn't think of anything to be dissatisfied with, but he felt very empty. He felt as if he was standing at the peak of a steep cliff, surrounded by a face that was low and blurry.
He walked through the fawning faces, they praised him, they knelt to greet him, they fawned over him, they had the same faces.
He heard someone calling to him in an extremely alluring manner. Her voice was soft and tender like the petals of a peony. "Darling …"
He felt sick and disgusted, and he tried to get away from the tide of fans, but the sweet voice held him like sugar.
He suddenly pushed Song Qiutong away, the charming bride was pushed extremely violent as she crouched on the crimson dragon and phoenix bed. Her head full of golden and silver jade was trembling, her steps trembling, and within the precious jewel like illusions, Mo Ran felt that everything was so distorted, so unreal, that the golden light was like a ghost's fire, and the bright red candle was like a bloody tear.
He felt so disgusted. Who was he disgusted by this, Song Qiutong? Or he could become like this.
He rushed out the door.
In his previous life, very few people in the world knew that on the day of the grand wedding of Treading the Immortal, Empress Song Qiutong was ignored, her red dress burning as she pushed open the door of the Red Lotus Pavilion.
He walked in. After a while, the fire in the pavilion extinguished and Song Qiutong's new husband stayed there for the entire night.
It was only on the evening of the second day that Xue Meng rushed to the Sisheng Peak to stir up trouble. Mo Ran lazily opened the door, tidied up his messy clothes, and with a lustful expression on his face, strolled to the front hall.
What happened in the Red Lotus Pavilion that night was something that no one else knew about.
After bidding farewell to the two of them, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran returned to the courtyard where they were staying.
Chu Wanning suddenly asked nonchalantly, "When Nangong Si said that Song Qiutong was good-looking, why were you staring at her in a daze?"
"I was thinking of her in her wedding dress," he said.
Chu Wanning was still jealous. He shook his sleeves and coldly said, "Don't think about molesting someone else's fiancee. What do you have to think about?"
Mo Ran laughed. "Who said I was thinking about her? I was thinking about the way she looks in her wedding dress, that's all. It was not even half the beauty of Shizun (in the wedding dress;) . "
"..."
He was just about to vent his anger, but he was caught off guard and was licked in the palm by the little wolfdog's tongue .
Chu Wanning's face turned red and he couldn't utter a proper sentence for a long time. Finally, he waved his sleeves and said, "The Ghost Master Illusion, you can't bring up that ridiculous matter again."
Mo Ran sighed in his heart. It's not that I want to bring it up, it's that you asked me. It's not like I want to lie to you.
However, I feel very pleasant when I get hurt by you.
When he thought about how he had lost him before, he felt like he would be scolded for the rest of his life just like that. It felt like he was soaking in a sugar bowl, Chu Wanning...
What to do, I can't help but yearn for you.
The days passed quickly. There was still one more day before the day of Nangong's wedding.
The Rufeng Sect was already filled with guests from all over the world, whether they were sect heads of major sects, wandering martial practitioners, or wealthy merchants without spiritual energy, all of them arrived early on this day in front of the main city. For a moment, the city was covered with clouds, carriages and horses, and a stream of men and women dressed in luxurious clothing flowed in.
Xue Meng was dragged along by his father to greet those female cultivators who were about the same age as him.
"Wang Xian Jun, long time no see, it's nice to meet you! Aiya, isn't this little Xue Meng? You've already grown up this long. Truly beautiful. Come, Xue Meng, come quickly and say hello to your Uncle Wang. "
Unwillingly, Xue Meng moved over and said, "Greetings, Uncle Wang."
Xue Zhengyong slapped the back of his head and smiled, but he gritted his teeth and said, "It's Uncle Wang, not Uncle Wang." (Wang Bobo not Wang Dabo)
"Hahaha, it's the same. It's all the same to me. The proud son of heaven is truly handsome. He's just like you! Old Xue, you're so lucky."
After a while, Xue Meng was pushed along with "Little Man Tuo" to stroll in the garden. Little Man Tuo was sixteen this year, which was exactly twenty-eight years old, but he looked a little cold. After walking together with Xue Meng for a while, she said, "Young Master Xue, you should understand the meaning behind our elder's pushing us out together."
"Yes."
"But as I said, we can take a walk. I really don't like the way Young Master Xue is. So don't think about the others. "
"Oh... Hmm?"
Xue Meng was shocked. He suddenly stopped his steps, his face ashen as he waited for little Man Tuo.
That little wild flower lifted her chin in a rather haughty manner, and with rather a demonstration of her strength, looked at Xue Meng and coldly said, "I have my own possessions, even if you fell in love with me …"
"Are you sick?! Me?" He pointed at himself in surprise, "To you?"
"Why else would you pull me down a deserted path? It can't be that you have something on your mind, right? "
"Why didn't you say that you had a hole in your brain!"
Xue Meng's temper flared up in an instant. He was furious and his eyes shone with fire as he repeated: "I like you? I like you? I —"
"Why do you say you like me so many times? You lecher!" little Man Tuo was very tough. She stomped on the ground, raised her head and slapped Xue Meng's face.
Xue Meng was already so angry that his vision was spinning. To be slapped by this tender and delicate hand for no reason, he felt like spitting out a few more mouthfuls of blood. If not for the fact that Madam Wang had taught him how to be courteous to girls, he would probably have smashed little Man Tuo into the ground and turned her into a blooming trumpet.
Right at this moment, a man with light eyes and a high nose bridge walked over from afar. When little Man Tuo saw it, she was stunned at first. Then, her eyes filled with tears. Her charming voice sounded, "Young Master Mei!" She ran straight towards the man.
The man who came was none other than Mei Hanxue. He did not think that after walking down such a remote path, he would be able to meet other people. He was obviously startled for a moment, but seeing that Little Man Tuo was flying towards him, he raised his hand and threw down a barrier. The girl was caught off guard. She was hit by the force of the lightning and fell to the ground.
Mei Hanxue didn't intend to help her. He looked down at her and frowned. "Miss, you have recognized the wrong person."
"How could it be wrong? How could it be wrong... That year, you promised me a golden scented sachet, saying that it would be hard to forget after meeting me. When I turn eighteen, you will marry me, you … Have you forgotten? "
Mei Hanxue: "…"
"Young Master Mei..."
"You really recognized the wrong person." Mei Hanxue didn't say anything else. He just shook his head, dropped the sentence, and walked past the tearful girl.
When Xue Meng saw this scene, he felt both angry and relieved.
Angry because Mei Hanxue really was a seed of wind and truly did not recognize people when he lifted h pants. It was no wonder that he only dared to choose the small path in this kind of situation.
It was also because he did not expect that the one little Man Tuo liked was actually Mei Hanxue. Mei Hanxue was the same name as him, flowery and ruthless. It was said that before and after hooking up with women, they were two completely different faces, and little Man Tuo's love for him was really bad luck for eight lifetimes.
Mei Hanxue walked up to him and narrowed his pale glass-like eyes. He looked at him for a moment.
Xue Meng thought to himself, what are you looking at? How dare you look at me like that? You are renowned throughout the world. My name is renowned throughout the Nine Prefectures, and I cannot lose in terms of momentum.
So he proudly raised his head and swept the tail of his eyes over Mei Hanxue. He was prepared to give a rather disdainful and cold snort to the two of them when they completely missed each other's shoulders.
"Why is your face swollen?"
However, when Mei Hanxue was halfway there, he stopped and stood in front of him, looking at him indifferently.
"The swelling is quite unique."
Xue Meng could not get up in one breath, but he still could not stop the car. He let out a proud "hmph".
Mei Hanxue: "…"
"..." Xue Meng's face quickly turned red and he abruptly turned his head. His killing intent surged, "Why do you care about me? I accidentally fell! "
"Then watch your step in the future. It's not easy to fall like this."
With that, he left, leaving Xue Meng standing blankly on the spot for a while. Then, he stomped his feet in anger and said, "Mei Hanxue! You son of a bitch! You, you just wait for me! We are irreconcilable! "
After suffering from a belly full of grievances, Xue Meng ran out from the garden with red eyes. He was in a hurry to run, but he suddenly bumped into a person's chest.
Xue Meng was furious and scolded, "What the hell is that thing! Do you not know how to walk? "
Raising his head, he was a tall and elegant man clad in green, his clothes embroidered with golden threads of Duroy pattern, with Gu Yue Ye's green jade crown on his head, and two long and soft eyelashes that fell before his eyes. When he lifted his eyes, he saw the hazy figure of Jiang Nan's Misty Rain, a face that captivated one's soul.
He pushed Xue Meng aside and adjusted his clothes. He seemed to be in a bad mood as his slender fingers smoothed the wrinkles on his front. Xue Meng was stunned for a moment when he saw the silver ring with the Black Tortoise shell on his index finger.
Gu Yue Ye's head, the richest man in the world, Jiang Xi!
This person was about the same age as Xue Zhengyong, but his mental cultivation method was different. Jiang Xi's appearance was also around twenty years old.
At the time, Xue Meng was still thinking about how this absent fellow looked like. Now that he saw him today, he couldn't help but be shocked. He stared at the other party with his eyes wide open.
Jiang Xi's face was sullen and he was not in a good mood. "You can just call the name of The Sect Leader? How laughable."
Hearing these words, Xue Meng felt that the humiliation he felt was a hundred times greater than the humiliation he received from Mei Hanxue. He immediately said angrily, "What? Do I have to call you Sect Leader? Even Nangong Liu does not have such arrogance!"
"How unruly! Whose disciple are you?"
"Why would I answer whenever you ask something? Who are you? When Gu Yue Ye's group of monkeys listen to your commands, how do they buy it? I won't tell you! I think you're just a —"
"Meng'er!"
Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded. Xue Meng abruptly stopped his mouth and looked behind him, avoiding Jiang Xi.
Madam Wang had walked over at an unknown time. She had probably heard Xue Meng's unruly retort, so her face was pale and somewhat anxious. She quickly stopped him. "Meng'er, quickly don't say anymore. Come over here and come to your mother's side."
Xue Meng glared fiercely at Jiang Xi and walked towards Madam Wang as he respectfully lowered his head. "Mother."
Jiang Xi stood in the same spot for a moment before slowly turning around as well, narrowing his eyes. Those eyes of his, which were obviously beautiful to behold, were actually flickering with a sinister light.
He looked at the mother and son and said coldly, "Oh, so this is the Darling of the Heavens, the good son of Xue Zhengyong. Xue Meng?"
Madam Wang, "…"
Jiang Xi's eyelashes trembled for a moment before he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were filled with ridicule. "As expected of Xue Zhengyong's seed. Truly good self-restraint."
"You are not allowed to insult my father!"
"Meng'er!" Madam Wang immediately grabbed him and pulled him behind her. Then, with a pale face, she bowed slightly to Jiang Xi and said, "My son, Xue Meng, is too willful. Sect Leader Jiang Xi, please forgive me."
"Heh, …" Jiang Xi was like a venomous snake, soaking the three words in his moist lips for a while before swallowing them down, and then he said, "It's alright. At least he has half your blood, shijie, if you count him in seniority, I can recognize him as my nephew …"
"Who wants to be your nephew?! Look at that ugly face of yours? Screw off!"
"Meng'er…."
Jiang Xi laughed coldly, staring at Xue Meng for a moment before shifting his gaze to Madam Wang's face. Madam Wang lowered her eyes and said, "Sect Leader, please stop joking. I am no longer Gu Yue Ye's disciple. How can I continue to talk about seniority with Sect Leader?"
"... Alright." Jiang Xi nodded and replied coldly, "Great, great. Seeing the son of an old friend today has really broadened my horizons. I wonder how they’re raised in Sisheng Peak, and how the fine White Yulan can be covered with mud. "
"Jiang Xi! Say that again! I'll tear your mouth apart!"
When Xue Meng heard this person insult his mother in front of him, blood immediately rushed to his head and desperately rushed forward. Seeing that the situation had gone out of control, he suddenly heard a loud sound in the sky. A bright firework exploded with a loud sound, and the sound of the drum rumbled.
"The welcoming banquet for the hundred families will be held at the Poem Hall at the same time. Distinguished guests, please enjoy the limelight …"
Jiang Xi coldly glanced at Xue Meng, flicked his sleeves and left.
The wedding ceremony was held three days in a row. The first day was a welcoming banquet, held on the night before the wedding ceremony. As the name implies, it was meant to be a welcoming reception for the guests. However, the most lively part of the evening was not the tables, but the hunting grounds. According to the rules …
That evening, before sundown, a venerable elder would put three spirit deer in red silk into the garden, and the groom's father would select twenty-two unmarried men and women and send them out to the garden to chase the deer.
Three spirit deer, if the guests were able to hunt one, they would receive ten million gold coins. In the end, it was just a gimmick for the rich and oil-filled sects like the Rufeng Sect and Gu Yue Ye sect.
The Shi Le Hall was a large hall, and looking down from the hall, one could see a hunting forest not far away shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The guests came in succession to greet Nangong Liu. Nangong Liu, regardless of whether they were high or low, politely returned their greetings and invited them to take their seats. They busied themselves for half an hour before all the guests took their seats.
The night banquet officially began.
"I wonder which guests Sect Leader Nangong Liu will send to the forest garden to chase after the deer."
"Didn't you say to draw lots?"
“If you ask me, those who were chosen were all extremely lucky. Think about it, for the Spirit Deer, a bounty of ten million, other people who didn't have a Spirit Deer could also obtain other spirit beasts or immortal fruits. Is there anything better in the world?"
As the discussion was going on, the door of the hall suddenly opened and both Nangong Si and Song Qiutong walked up the balcony at the same time. Both of them came before the Sect Leader, the handsome man and the golden-red woman.
Nangong Liu stood up and smiled as he nodded, saying in a clear voice, "Esteemed guests, you come from all over the world. It is truly a great fortune you were able to visit the Rufeng Sect and attend my son's wedding."
The guests below all cupped their hands and said, "Sect Leader is really courteous."
"Young master and young madam are a perfect match. Truly a rare pair."
"Yeah, yeah."
These flattering words were almost exactly the same as what his fans told him when he was married in his previous life. Mo Ran was annoyed by what he heard. His gaze subconsciously scanned the crowd and soon found Ye Wangxi, who was sitting beside Elder Shuang Lin.
Ye Wangxi had his eyes downcast and was still dressed in simple attire. He was busy eating the food in the bowl and had not raised his head to look at Nangong Si at all.
His expression, his manner, everything was the same as usual, even calmer than usual, perhaps because he had been having a hard time all this time, and such a man already knew that he was powerless to fight for his life. Mo Ran looked at him and suddenly thought back to when he was young, he once really liked a lantern on sale at the night market.
The lantern was made in an exquisite manner. Every roof tile had been outlined, but the prices for it were not low. Thus, although the lantern was good, he could never buy it. Mo Ran naturally couldn't afford it, but almost every night, he would wait until the night market opened before running to the side of the stall to take a look.
However, one day, a young man and a young woman came to the scene. They were dressed in silk, and the young girl took a fancy to the lantern. She then gave the lantern to the man beside her with a coquettish expression.
The lantern was taken away. Mo Ran raised his head and watched as the old artist took it off the wooden shelf where it had hung for a long time. He handed it over to the girl, and the flickering light illuminated the face of Mo Ran.
At that time, Mo Ran felt very uncomfortable, but he was also very obedient and calm.
He was the same as the current Ye Wangxi. In fact, the moment he saw the lantern, he knew that such a luxurious item was destined not to belong to him. Every night when he was illuminated by the lantern, the scene of him losing this ray of light had already been practiced countless times.
It wasn't something he could let go of, it was something he could be at ease with.
It was because from the beginning, he was very clear about what the outcome would be, so he had never dared to pick it up.
"Come, come, come, draw, draw—" The old servant of the Rufeng Sect held onto a bronze twined branch and walked to the seat of honor with a face full of smiles. He held it above his head and presented it to Nangong Liu, "Sect Leader, the time has come, please draw your lot, Sect Leader!"
"Good! Come! Sect Leader Nangong Liu has come to capture one! "
Nangong Liu smiled and said, "Then we will do as you say. We will draw twenty-two lots and the young heroes that have been selected will have to show their respect and participate in the night deer hunting. If anyone is unwilling to go, I'll have to trouble you to inform me in advance. Thank you!"
After a while, there were a few girls from some small sects who had low cultivation bases and were too timid, so they asked their parents to go up and tell them their names, and had Sect Leader Nangong Liu took their names away in advance.
Xu Shuanglin glanced at Ye Wangxi and lazily smiled, "Xiao Yezi, do you want to go play? If you want to go, I'll do it for you. Open a secret door."
"I'm not going." Ye Wangxi said, "Foster father, may I trouble you to inform the Sect Leader to remove my name?"
"How can we do that? What if we get lucky and get ten million gold?"
Ye Wangxi: "..."
Xu Shuanglin's personality was far more untamed than his adopted son. He thought for a while, his lips curling into a wry smile. "Then if you don't want to go, I'll go."
"Foster father... You are already in your forties this year …"
"Why, I look young. When I get all three deer back, I'll have thirty million gold. If we do not take the windfall, we shall destroy the heavens and the earth."
Xu Shuanglin was stubborn, not noticing his foster son's depression at all. He put on his shoes and went to find Nangong Liu with a smile. He whispered a few words beside Nangong Liu. The others would have thought that he was going to take away Ye Wangxi's lot. Who knew that he loved money so much that he wanted to go in and play with them himself?
Nangong Liu quickly picked out the guests for Zhulu.
"Shen Feng, Lin Sheng, Qu Yanran …"
Elder Shuang Lin stood at the side and took the lot from the Sect Leader. He reported them one by one in a slow and unhurried manner, "Oh? This is a bit amazing, the proud son of heaven, Xue Meng."
Soon, all twenty-one people had been selected, leaving only one remaining. Elder Shuang Lin was extremely thick-skinned and smiled as he raised his hand. "One more person is me. I'm old bones now. Please advise me." Nangong Liu knew his elder's personality and did not stop him. He only gave a helpless smile and gave everyone a fuse.
"Deerchaser, the fuse as evidence. After three messages, it means that all three Deer have been captured. The hunt will be over." Nangong Liu said, "At that time, we will personally welcome all of you back from the Moonhowl Courtyard. The winner will receive a reward of ten million gold."
Everyone applauded when they heard the commotion, cheering for their acquaintances.
Nangong Liu smiled and said, "In addition, under the instruction of my son, I will add another one. The person who gets first place will be rewarded with ten Demonic Wolves. Make a blood contract and bring it home! "
Demonic Wolf!
Even on the black market, such a precious spirit beast was hard to find, imagine ten of them!
The main hall was in an uproar, someone couldn't help but stand up and shout at his fellow sect members: "Senior Brother, it's up to you! If you take first place, I'll brush your boots for you for a year!"
The crowd burst into laughter.
A female cultivator was not convinced and shouted, "Senior brother, let's beat them all. If you win, I will agree to dual cultivate with you!"
"Waa— That's good. That's good. Hahaha, which girl is so spicy?"
For a moment, the entire Poetry Hall burst into cheers and laughter. Those who were initially uninterested had looks of anticipation in their eyes as they watched the grand show with glasses in hand.
Mo Ran left amidst laughter and said, "Shizun, I'll accompany Xue Meng to the hunting grounds. You sit and eat well, wait for me to come back."
Chu Wanning said, "Go on, pay attention to Xue Meng, he is too reckless."
"Alright."
Mo Ran walked down the brightly lit grand hall with the other 20 people. Chu Wanning watched the tall and straight stature of the young men and women disappear into the night, gulping down the red wine in his cup.
He felt that once he reached Sisheng Peak, he would have the money to build a spiritual energy stone path for himself in the cultivation world. He was confident in his disciple's abilities.
Thirty million gold was easily obtainable.
After entering the forest, before he could even send Xue Meng back, the first bright red firework exploded in the sky. Nangong Liu clicked his tongue in wonder and sighed, "Amazing, someone is hunting the first deer before I even finish my cup of tea. Who knows which disciple is it? Such courage is truly admirable!"
Li Wuxin from Jade Lake Villa sat beside Nangong Liu, and upon hearing that, he twirled his beard and laughed, "If everyone here is interested, why don't we make a bet? These twenty-two young talents, just who will die and who will win the prize money?
As everyone seconded him, twenty-two wooden sticks with names written on them were placed on the long table. Red silk was placed on the bottom, and those who wanted to bet quickly wrote down their chips and signed their names.
Xue Zhengyong turned around and whispered to Chu Wanning, "Why is the Jadepool Manor giving out 50,000 credits? With so little money, is that Old Man Li very poor?"
"It's a small gamble, a big gamble that hurts the body," Chu Wanning replied.
Xue Zhengyong chuckled and asked Chu Wanning, "Then why don't we have some fun?"
Chu Wanning just stared at him, not saying a word. Xue Zhengyong felt goosebumps all over his body. He pulled back his neck and said, "Good, good, good. I know you don't like it, so—"
"What are you doing?" Elder Yuheng took off his money pouch and slammed it on the table, then said expressionlessly, "If you want to do it, then go on and harm your body."
"..."
Xue Zhengyong stared at him for a while as if he had seen a ghost. Then he asked, "How much do we bet?"
"Three hundred thousand."
"... So many? What happens if I lose?"
“We can't." Chu Wanning said, "Don't you want to cultivate spirit stones? If I gather more money, I can build a few more villages with especially heavy poverty-stricken people."
Xue Zhengyong: "You're really going? What if Xue Meng loses?"
"He won't lose, he is your son. You should know this better than I do."
"..."
Seeing that Xue Zhengyong was still worried, Chu Wanning said straightforwardly, "If you lose, so be it. If you win, so be it."
The names were all written on the paper, and the small sects who didn't want to bet felt their hearts itch. They couldn't help but spend a little bit of money to try their luck.
He stood up and was about to take a gamble when Song Qiutong called out to him. "Husband, why are you going as well?"
"I'll buy you some jewelry if I can earn some money."
Song Qiutong stopped talking. She lowered her head with her glossy face and a strand of black hair falling down her forehead. She looked especially shy and pitiful. Chu Wanning glanced in that direction and felt awkward seeing the newlywed couple's sweet expressions. He quickly turned his head back, so he didn't notice the faint trace of unease on Song Qiutong's face.
Suddenly, he heard a sharp sound behind him. In a split-second, his reaction was as quick as a lightning bolt, and he suddenly turned his body to the side, dodging the attack. A snow-white light flashed past his face, and then, "Bang!" With a loud sound, it struck the main pillar of the palace.
The powder scattered in all directions and entered into the three points of the tree!
"Who is it!"
"Assassins!"
"Watch out! They are blowing the martial law's entry! "
A sharp whistle sounded throughout all seventy-two manors, and just then, the singing hall that was filled with music suddenly became chaotic, and swords were pulled out in all directions.
Nangong Si's eyes were gloomy, a ruthless light could be seen flowing out of them. He suddenly wiped off the blood on his face and walked towards the pillar, lifting his head to take a look.
It was just an ordinary arrow, yet it was able to pierce deep into the hard Nan Mu.
Suddenly, his face greatly changed. His fingers clenched into a fist and he looked at the letter in disbelief. As he read the letter again, his entire body was trembling, and his fingertips had even punctured the letter.
"Qui, what's wrong?"
Nangong Si raised his head, his nose was wrinkled, and his face was ferocious, as if he had transformed into a leopard.
"This is simply a rumor!"
As he spoke, he prepared to destroy the letter.
But Nangong Liu was faster than him by a step. He raised his hand and used his spirit energy to trap his son, “Give me the letter. "
"Father, you don't need to read it. It's just a piece of nonsense!"
However, Nangong Liu did not listen. Waving his hand, he got the letter from the paralyzed Nangong elder. He took the letter and scanned it, the color of his face turning extremely ugly in an instant. Before anyone could react, he had brought the letter into the fire and instantly burnt it into a greyish black, then laughed dryly, "My son's words are correct, it's really too absurd. I don't know who did this, but they made such a cheap joke, it's really …"
"What is it?"
Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice came from the corner of the eaves.
Everyone's expressions changed. Ye Wangxi drew his sword and stood in front of Nangong Si. Chu Wanning stood up and stared at where the voice came from.
One had to know that the Rufeng Sect hosted such a grand meeting. The disciples in charge of martial law were all senior disciples of their sect, yet this person had stealthily arrived at the top of the hall without anyone noticing. Moreover, no one noticed him when he spoke.
"Sect Leader Nangong Liu, I kindly remind you not to let your son marry a woman with a lustful nature for no reason. Not only did you not listen, you even said that I am a fool. You truly opened my eyes."
Before he finished speaking, a shadow flashed past, and before the others could see clearly, he was already standing with his hands behind his back in the middle of the hall, in the middle of the crowd.
"AHHHHH!"
"Run, run!"
The people who were nearby instantly turned pale with fright. They fell down like the tide, scattering out a circle with no one around. The senior martial siblings protected the junior brothers and sisters, the Sect Leader protected the disciples, and the robust youths protected the younger ones.
The black clothed man wore a ferocious bronze mask and an ink-black cloak, and said indifferently: "Run away from what? If I wanted to hurt someone, this hall would have long been filled with blood. Just stand there."
Nangong Liu appeared calm, but beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. He estimated this person's strength and felt that what he said was not false. He could not help but feel more flustered.
“Who exactly are you? What do you intend to do by barging into the wind sect at night?"
"Like I said, I just wanted to remind you not to let your son marry someone he shouldn't."
As soon as he said this, the guests couldn't help but glance at each other.
The news of the affair between Ye Wangxi and Song Qiutong had already spread to every corner of the streets. Everyone was aware of it, and the only ones who did not know of it were Nangong Yuan and Nangong Liu.
However, the marriage contract had already been sent out, and the marriage contract had already been passed down. At this moment, he was regretting it. What face does he have now? Nangong Liu's lips trembled for a moment before letting out a cold snort. He said, "It's fine as long as my son likes her. There's no need for outsiders to worry about it."
The man in black smiled, "The Sect Leader has such a big heart. He doesn't even care about Song Qiutong's heart. Is she from your Nangong Clan or the Ye Clan?"
Song Qiutong was alarmed and furious, her face pale as her beautiful eyes widened as she shouted, "You're slandering me!"
"Why am I slandering you? You and Ye Wangxi, don't you know what you've done?"
Ye Wangxi did not expect to be mentioned. He was stunned for a long time before he knew what the man in black was talking about. However, his first reaction was not anger, but laughter. "What are you talking about?"
"I did not say any nonsense. What I said was true. I saw it with my own eyes." The man in black spoke clearly, "Everyone knows that you have spent a lot of money to save Song Qiutong in Xuanyuan Pavilion. Master Ye, what are your intentions?"
"Looking at her in such a pitiful state, I couldn't bear to watch."
“You saved her, so you can just let her go. What do you want to do? Go in and out and bring her along with you.”
"Miss Song is from the Butterfly Bone Beauty Sect, and everyone knows about that. If I let her go, I'm afraid that she would immediately be targeted by some unscrupulous people. That is why she was brought back to the Door of Justice and given a place to rest."
"What a good place to stay. Lord Ye is so kind. He stays with such a beautiful lady all day long. He actually dares to be rude."
The man in black mocked him, but Ye Wangxi did not seem ashamed at all as he said, "I have a clear conscience."
Ordinary people would be willing to judge everyone's mind with their own knowledge and experience. Most of these people were from the upper cultivation world, so if they were able to obtain the butterfly bone beauty sect, they would have to protect the spiders in their arms even if their heads were bleeding, or they would even stew them to eat. Who would believe that Ye Wangxi was innocent?
As a result, the group of people exchanged glances with each other. Their expressions couldn't help but carry a look of contempt. In the originally uneasy atmosphere, there was also a distinct sense of pleasure in peeping into one's privacy.
Nangong Si said in a gloomy voice: "I think you are just looking for trouble, taking this opportunity to discredit people of the Rufeng Sect. What does it have to do with you who I marry? There's no need to say it anymore. Where did you come from and where are you going?"
"Young master Nangong, you truly do not recognize good intentions." The man in black was pacing around the hall. He suddenly stopped not far from Song Qiutong, smiled at her, and said, "Miss Song, your husband blindly trusts you, no wonder you are able to stand here with your face unflustered and act like the young mistress of the Rufeng Sect."
Song Qiutong, on the other hand, was far less composed than the other two as she said nervously, "Don't you dare insult my innocence!"
"How can you and Lord Ye be innocent?" The man in black spoke confidently, "Not long after you were saved by him, you volunteered to serve him. When the two of you met in private, you thought that no one had seen you, but you didn't know that I had been watching you in the dark all this time. If you want people not to know, then don't do it …"
Song Qiutong suddenly shouted, interrupting him. "You're lying!"
"If I'm talking nonsense, why are you trembling?"
"I-I am being humiliated …I …" She panicked and looked towards Nangong Si, "Young Master …"
Nangong Si went back to her side and protected her from the rear. He stared at the black clothed man with a pair of wolf-like eyes. "Stop slandering us."
"Whether I'm slandering you or not, I have something to tell you." The black-clothed man laughed, "Young master Nangong Si, this beauty Song's left thigh has a drop of red mole, is it not so?"
Hearing this, Nangong Si was stunned, "You …"
"It is about the size of a grain of rice. It is bright-colored, not dark red, but blood-red. If I didn't see her having fun with Lord Ye, how could I know such details about her?"
"This…"
"Young Master!" Song Qiutong panicked and pulled at Nangong Si's sleeve, saying with tears in his eyes, "No, no, he wronged me… he must have taken advantage of the time when I was bathing…"
"What's so good about watching you bathe?" The black clothed man was somewhat unhappy and interrupted her, "Why don't you go to Sisheng peak and watch Elder Yuheng bathe and change his clothes."
The fact that Elder Yuheng was spied on by the female disciples was also one of the rumours in the cultivation world. Now that the topic was brought up, everyone felt that it was a little funny. The braver ones glanced over at Chu Wanning, but were shocked by the astonishing killing intent on his face and lowered their heads in succession.
As the black clothed man walked around Nangong Si and Song Qiutong, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He clapped his hands and smiled, "Right, I suddenly remembered something. Back then, when Lord Ye smacked Miss Song, Miss Song had a Shrine Sand personally placed on her wrist by the Cold Scaled Holy Hand. If Miss Song is truly pure and clean, and I was the one who cursed and slandered her, then her wrist must still have some cinnabar sand left on it."
He paused for a moment, and then smiled at the pale-faced Song Qiutong, who was trembling like a sieve. "Miss Song, if you really want to return your innocence, why don't you show us that Shrine sand?"
He turned around and comforted Song Qiutong, "It's alright. Take a look at everyone, you …"
However, when he saw that Song Qiutong's lips had lost their color and her face was as white as paper, shivering with fear, he could not help but be stunned. After a while, he asked with some doubt, "Why are you… What's wrong?"
Song Qiutong loosened her grip on Nangong Si's hand and took a step back, clutching her sleeve as she shook her head tearfully.
"No… no..."
Nangong Si's eyes suddenly widened, as if he knew something had happened that made him unable to speak.
The black clothed man laughed coldly and said, "What happened? You don't dare?"
"No, that's not it. I don't know either…" Song Qiutong slumped to the ground, her tears falling like rain as she said sorrowfully, "I don't know, I don't know either… please... let me go..."
She tightly held onto her sleeve, not letting anyone see it. However, this sort of concealing sensation was no different from telling everyone that the Shrine sand on her wrist had indeed disappeared just as the black-clothed person had said.
She was a virgin, but she was not married yet, and the red marks on her hands were gone.
Even if she jumped into the Yellow River now, she wouldn't be able to wash herself clean.
The black clothed man was just about to say more when he heard a cold and harsh voice not far away. In the light, Chu Wanning stood tall and said, "The sand on Miss Song's wrist was still there a few days ago.”
For some reason, the man in black had a look of speechlessness in his eyes. That aggressive look disappeared as he turned around to face Chu Wanning, "..."
After a long while, the man in black sighed.
Some of the people present felt that they had misheard. This man, who had just started spouting nonsense to force them onto a dead end, seemed to have spoken with a tone of indulgence.
"Chu-zongshi is right, but I didn't say that Song Qiutong and Ye Wangxi had an affair at that time, I only said that the two of them had an affair. If we were to talk about the time of an affair, it would only be a few days ago."
Ye Wangxi murmured, "... This is ridiculous..."
Chu Wanning's face was cold and dignified, "Words are no proof. If what you said is true? Allow me to interrogate."
"You …"
As he spoke, a gold light flashed on Chu Wanning's fingertip. The pupils of the man in black suddenly contracted. He turned his body to the side and barely dodged the holy weapon Tianwen that came piercing through the air.
"Chu-zongshi, what are you doing?" The black clothed man was both helpless and funny. He was extremely agile, Chu Wanning's whip could not wrap around him for a while, and he did not retaliate. He was chased by the vines all over the place, and the originally tense and weird atmosphere suddenly turned comical, revealing a hint of a spoiled child, "Don't hit me, I haven't finished my sentence."
"If you want to complain, why don't you take off your mask and talk about it?" However, Chu Wanning's sharp voice was filled with contempt.
"If you want me to, I'll take it off for you. Just not now."
"Why not!"
"I'm not good-looking. Under these lights I can intimidate people."
After running for a long time, the man in black noticed that Chu Wanning's skills were getting fiercer and fiercer. He couldn't help but think that something was wrong as he moved to the back of the pillar, dodging the attacks of the golden light and shouted, "Ye Wangxi, aren't you a gentleman? Today, I will let the world know your true face! You bought a pair of female cultivators and forced Song Qiutong to serve you, you disregarded others and bullied the lord's wife! You – you are dressed like a beast, with a human's face and a beast's heart!"
Ye Wangxi flew into a rage, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
"Am I wrong? Don't you know how Song Qiutong's Shrine sand disappeared? She knelt in front of you the other day and said that she was Nangong Si's unmarried wife. Please let her go and don't get entangled with her again. Yet, you insisted on not listening to her, and you still said —"
Ye Wangxi's face turned green as he gritted his teeth and said, "What did I say? You're making it up!"
“You have already forgotten what you have said, so you still need me to remind you. You said at that time," The man in black cleared his throat, changed his tone, and imitated Ye Wangxi's tone, "Miss Song, I spent so much money and made clothes for others. Now that you have the favour of Young Master Nangong, you will not leave here unscathed.”
In the end, he even laughed out loud three times. His tone of voice was that of a rogue.
Ye Wangxi, "..."