130. Shizun, I haven’t seen you in five years.

131. Shizun's Reading

132. Shizun and Shimei
133. Shizun is the most lukewarm
134. Shizun can eat
135. Shizun Thieves
136. Shizun, relax
137. Shizun and I will stay out for the night
138. Shizun is probably going to beat me to death!
139. Shizun's Dream
130. Shizun, I haven’t seen you in five years.
Chu Wanning's breathing was heavy and his throat was dry.

He was not willing to give up just like that, so he made things difficult in his
heart. He suppressed the anger in his heart and asked indifferently, "A
lifetime?"

"For the rest of my life."

"...I might walk fast, regardless of you."

"It's alright, I’ll catch up."

"I may also stand up and not want to leave."

"I'll stand with Shizun."

Chu Wanning was agitated by his sudden answer, he brushed his sleeves and
said, "What if I just can't walk anymore?"

"I'll carry you."

Chu Wanning: "..."

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment. He felt like it was a bit disrespectful and
a bit abrupt. He opened his eyes wide and waved his hands, saying, "I'll carry
you on my back.”

Chu Wanning's heart was beating faster and faster. He had no choice but to
do his best to restrain the restlessness of wanting to help this man up and
touch him. The restlessness made him frown. He looked very worried. He
was a little angry and said, "Who asked you to carry me?"

Mo Ran opened his mouth, but he did not know what to say.
His Shizun was so hard to service, carrying on his back is not good, holding
him also no good, so he couldn't carry him, much less drag him along. He
was very stupid, and he didn't know how to make Chu Wanning happy.

Thus, he lowered his head in disappointment like an abandoned dog.

He whispered, "Then I'm not leaving either."

"..."

"If you want to be in the rain, I'll accompany you."

Chu Wanning was at a loss for what to do. He was used to being
independent, so he said without thinking, "I don't want you with me."

Mo Ran finally stopped talking. From Chu Wanning's angle, he could only see
his broad forehead, pitch-black eyebrows and two rows of long eyelashes.
They were like a curtain hanging down from the sky as they trembled, as if
there was a breeze blowing on the curtain.

"Shizun..." Chu Wanning's fretful refusal made Mo Ran misunderstand his

intentions. Mo Ran asked, "Are you still angry at me?"

Chu Wanning was still immersed in the throbbing of his heart, unable to get
rid of it. He could not hear it clearly, so he asked, "What?"

"Back in the Ghost World, I had told Shizun many times that I was sorry, but
I knew that it was not enough. For the past five years, I've been feeling guilty
all the time. I know I owe you. "

Chu Wanning: "..."

"I also want to do better. I want to at least be able to stand in front of you
and not feel too dirty or embarrassed. But I-I can't catch you. I wake up
almost every day and worry about whether this is a dream or not. I worry
that if I wake up, you will be gone. The words you told me when you saved
me in the golden pond were always in my ears. You said that dreams are too
good to be true, so I …I am very sorry…"

Mo Ran’s voice turned hoarse.

He still had some things he wanted to say, but he does not want to say
them. He felt that he had no face to continue saying them in front of Chu
Wanning, so how could he ruthlessly let him know everything that had
happened in the past five years?

He … Sometimes, when one was alone in a snowy valley, one could not tell
the time or where one was. At that time, he would take the needle and prick
himself, one by one, into the bone of his finger. It was very painful, enough
pain to know that his spiritual sense was still awake, to know that he was
still alive in this world.

He knew that all of this was not a big dream he had in his previous life.
When he woke up, he would see Xue Meng, who had eyes full of hatred, and
the Door of Wind razed to the ground.

Just like when he was alive, just like when he was alive.

There were only four words that could cause him to weep blood.

Strangely, when he found out that Chu Wanning had died to save him, when
he went down to the ghost realm to save him, although his heart ached, he
had never felt such overwhelming despair.

But with floating life, with the passage of time.

As the day of Chu Wanning's awakening approached, Mo Ran suffered more

and more, as if a knife kept stabbing into his heart.

It was as if he had been alone for years, giving him more free time to think.
It was also as if he had been so hysterical during his absence that he tried his
best to imitate that person, wishing he could shatter himself and change his
image to Chu Wanning's reflection.

In short, many things that he had not paid attention to or thought about
before, things that he had gradually forgotten, all returned to his mind. The
memories, like the naked wetness of a beach after the tides had ebbed, left
him standing alone on the beach, the waves already dead.

Everything was so clear.

He thought of his previous life, when the flames of war were rising from all
sides and things were coming to an end.

Xue Meng had sought out the SiSheng Peak. In the completely
unrecognizable Wushan Hall, Xue Meng had once asked him word by word
with tears in his eyes.

Why did he have to treat his own Shizun like this?

Xue Meng had once forced him to turn back before his death — —

Mo Ran, he said.

Think about it, and let go of your grisly hatred. Look back.

He had taught you martial arts and protected you from harm.

He taught you to read and write and to paint.

He used to cook for you, clumsily, with a hurt hand.

He used to, he used to wait day and night for you to come back. By dawn…

At that time, Mo Ran did not listen and refused to look.

Now he had reached the shore of fate, the ebb tide. He lowered his head to
look at his feet and saw a heart that had been abandoned. That heart had
once been so good to him, and had once been so sincere that it was on the
verge of dying, almost as if all the blood in his heart was going to boil.

It was because he was headstrong and had failed to notice that he had
stepped on it.

Just like that, he stepped on Chu Wanning's heart!

Every time Mo Ran thought of this, his entire body would turn cold and his
flesh would be mangled. Just what had he done … What had he done? In
two lifetimes, in sixteen years, when had he ever been able to repay Chu
Wanning? Since when did he have such a day — the first time he had ever
placed Chu Wanning in his heart?

Beast!

Could it be that he once had a heart of wood, why couldn't he feel pain?!

Over the past five years, he had seen Chu Wanning return with his white
clothes in his dreams many times.

When he woke up, his pillow was wet. Every day, he would say, "Chu
Wanning, Shizun, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's my fault."

He spoke every day, but his guilt didn't decrease in the slightest.

Later, he would see Fangfei in the spring, he would think of him, he would
see the winter snow, and he would think of him.

Later on, every morning was golden, like Chu Wanning's soul. Every night
was black, like Chu Wanning's eyes. Afterwards, every moonlight was like his
sleeves fluttering in the snow, and every rising sun was as warm as his eyes.
Later, in the red clouds at the horizon, in the green light of the morning
crab, he saw Chu Wanning's figure in the valiant flowing sea of clouds.

He was everywhere.
Due to this pain and longing, he even gradually lost the hatred he had
towards those who came from humble backgrounds and the fanatical love
he had for his Shi Mei.

One day, he saw a snow-covered spring flower sticking out from the crack in
the wall outside the snow valley.

He calmly looked at it for a while, thinking just like usual, "Ah, this flower is
so beautiful. If Shizun saw it, he would definitely like it."

He was thinking about the simplest and most casual of things.

When Chu Wanning was about to die, he was not driven mad by the
pressure. The sorrow that had defeated him rushed towards him in a blink
of an eye. When the thousand-mile dam was destroyed by the ant, he
suddenly collapsed.

He burst into tears. The valley was deep, the geese were cold, and his voice
was hoarse and ugly, ashamed to cry over the golden blossoms of the snow.

Five years.

He had never forgiven himself.

"Shizun... I'm sorry. I've been trying so hard today to hurry back, and I've
also brought you a present. So when I saw you again, I wouldn’t be empty-
handed… " The calmness he had forced himself to endure had finally
vanished into nothingness. The calmness that he had pretended to have had
finally collapsed.

Mo Ran knelt down in front of Chu Wanning. He was at a loss of what to do,
only when he was in front of Chu Wanning he was at a loss of what to do.

"I... I'm still very stupid. The first thing I promised you after you came back
to life was that I couldn't do it. It's my fault. "
Seeing him like this, Chu Wanning could not bear it. He always loved Mo
Ran, and now that they had reunited after so long, how could he bear to
make him feel wronged like this?

However, when he spoke up to this point, he hesitated for a moment, then

asked, "Why are you late today?"

"Originally … It was just in time. But I met some evil spirits in Cai Die Town, I
……"

"Defeating demons delayed it?"

"I'm sorry." Mo Ran lowered his head. "Not only I have delayed it, even the
gifts that I prepared for Shizun have almost been destroyed … And I was
covered in blood, so I came in a hurry to take a bath, and... "

Chu Wanning's heart softened.

Mo-zongshi.

This Mo Ran is no longer the same as he was five years ago.

Five years ago, he had been selfish, but now he knew what was important
and what wasn't. If Mo Ran saw the trouble in Cai Die Town and ignored it,
he would actually be angry. But now, this man who knelt down obediently in
front of him and clumsily begged for forgiveness, he felt that he was truly a
little too stupid and cute.

Chu Wanning stepped forward slowly, feeling the warmth in his heart. He
reached out his hand to help Mo Ran up, but suddenly, he heard Mo Ran's
voice, "Shizun, please don't chase me out."

This time, it was Chu Wanning's turn to be shocked. He did not know how
guilty and uneasy Mo Ran was, so he did not expect Mo Ran to say
something like this. He said hesitantly, "How..."
"Even when it is raining, I will accompany you, chase you, guard you, and
carry you on my back. Even if you don’t want it or dislike it, I beg you, please
don't chase me away."

Mo Ran finally lifted his head, and Chu Wanning was shocked.

He saw that the man's eyes were slightly red, and there was a dense mist
coming from them.

Chu Wanning, who had always been quick and decisive, had lost his mind
and was at a loss, "You... You're already 22 this year, why are you still …"

After a pause, he let out a long sigh and said, "You get up first."

Mo Ran suddenly raised his arm and ruthlessly wiped his eyes. He said
stubbornly, "Shizun doesn't want me, so I won't get up."

… He’s really desperate!

Chu Wanning felt a headache coming on. He pursed his lips, grabbed his
wrist and pulled him up.

His fingers touched it and felt his muscles and flesh burning. This young and
strong body was no longer the same as when he was a teenager. Chu
Wanning suddenly felt a throbbing in his chest. He was stunned and let go of
his hand.

Fortunately, Mo Ran was upset and did not notice Chu Wanning's
abnormality. However, after staring at his hands for a while, his heart was in
turmoil.

He, this is … What's wrong?

Could it be that after five years of slumber, he had actually thrown the lack
of desire and pride to the back of his mind?

He raised his eyes again and looked at Mo Ran in shock.

Or had the person in front of him changed so much that he could no longer
control himself?

Mo Ran bit his lips for a while. He seemed to have steeled his heart, wanting
to continue but was unable to chase it away. "Shizun, please don't chase me
away."

As he spoke, he was about to kneel again.

How would Chu Wanning dare to help him again? He quickly stopped him
with a stern voice: "Kneel again! I won’t really care anymore! "

"..." Mo Ran froze for a moment, blinked his eyes, and suddenly understood.
His eyes lit up, "Shizun, you didn't blame me … You're not mad at me for
missing my appointment today? You …"

Chu Wanning was angered, "When have I ever underestimated you?"

Mo Ran was so excited that he wanted to hug him, but this frightened Chu
Wanning. He took a step back and raised his eyebrows angrily, "What are
you doing? How is that acceptable? "

"Ah!" Only then did Mo Ran realize that he had misbehaved, and he
hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I forgot."

Chu Wanning's ears turned red, he forced himself to say coldly, "more than
Twenty years old and still has no manners."

Mo Ran's ears were red. "It's my fault," he muttered.

"That became your catchphrase." Chu Wanning listened, a little angry, a

little amused, a little sympathetic, and a little warm.

He lifted the curtain of his eyelashes and rested his gaze on the end of his
phoenix eyes. Faintly, he shot a glance at Mo Ran.
This glance revealed a handsome and straight man. It was unknown if it was
due to the heat from the hot spring or some other reason, but his face was a
little red and hot. The moisture around him seemed to have been
evaporated by his sunshine and vitality, making his eyes appear pitch-black
and bright.

Thump.

Chu Wanning felt as if his heart was trembling. his fingertips were once
again burning from the heat that came from touching Mo Ran. He suddenly
gulped down a mouthful of saliva. Not daring to look at Mo Ran any longer,
he cursed, "Idiot." Suddenly, he turned around and left.

With the barrier still in place, Mo Ran was just like he had promised, chasing
after him.

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes, not daring to look back. he knew that his
eyes were filled with an unconcealable love and desire, burning like the fire
at the tip of his fingers.

He finally ruined him.

Five years ago, Mo Ran couldn't do it. Five years later, this man could. Once
he obtained his heart, he would sink into the sea of desire.

From then on, Chu Wanning was no longer an immortal. His body was made
of flesh and blood, and he lived within the net. He could not take it off.
131. Shizun's Reading
That night, Chu Wanning lay on his bed in the Red Lotus Pavilion, tossing and
turning, unable to fall asleep.

He was thinking about how Mo Ran had grown up to be like this. Mo-
zongshi, Mo Weiyu, and even the man with the heroic face had closed his
eyes. His eyes were filled with determination and gentleness.

Chu Wanning cursed under his breath and kicked the blanket, causing it to
slide off the bed. he then laid down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling
with a torturous expression.

He did his best to free himself from his lust, to sever all ties of love until he
was exhausted.

"Mo Weiyu you beast." he murmured.

He turned his head but was unable to get out of his thoughts. The fiery and
compact body in the Miaoyin Pool seemed to be swaying in front of his eyes.
He saw a broad shoulder and a sharp back, turning around and letting the
warm water flow slowly down the line of the merfolk fish...

He sat up abruptly, his face ashen, not daring to think further.

Grabbing a book at random is like grabbing a straw for life.

Pitiful Chu Wanning is a wise man.

Now he had fallen to relying on books to get rid of his inner demons. It was
unknown which one of the books Xue Meng bought was open, but when he
opened it, he saw a row of fly-headed little cards. At first, Chu Wanning was
unable to read them, but after a while, he suddenly realized what he was
reading.

On the thin paper, there was a line of words:

"Size Ranking of Heroes in the prime of the cultivation world"

Even though he could read every word, Chu Wanning still could not make
out the meaning behind them.

At the prime of his life. heroes... Size...Ranking?

What size?

Body size?
Looking further down the list, a slightly smaller handwriting was added on
the side: Because I am an adventurer of the Wealthy Class, there are those
who never bathe in the outside world, and those who are not close to the
Willow, thus the list is incomplete. The outstanding talents of the Ju Feng
Sect lack the dimensions of Nangong Sang and Xu Shuang Lin, and Gu Yue Ye
lack the dimensions of Jiang Xi, and they lack the strength of Xue Meng, Xie
Feng and Chu Wanning …

"...?"

Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment.

What do you mean? They still needed to bathe outside to be able to see
their figure?

He even saw his own name…

He frowned, tapped the sheet of paper with his fingertip, and continued to
read. Unfortunately, the first name made him choke.

It was Mo Ran.

Identity: The SiSheng Peak Gongzi, Mo-zongshi

Chu Wanning thought back to Mo Ran's figure. This brat was indeed tall and
mighty, but he shouldn't be ranked first.

Looking further down, it said, "Deyutang is not a vulgar thing, it's amazing
when he takes a bath."

"..."

De Yu Tang bath...

What the hell...?

Chu Wanning vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he was used to
pure thinking. After pondering for a long time, he still could not figure out
what was wrong, so he continued to read.

The second was a rogue cultivator that he had never heard of. Beside him
was a sign that read: "Vivid in the wild baths of the forest. Very grand."

"What nonsense." Chu Wanning was a little disgusted, "Although shoes and
shoes can increase or decrease one's stats, it's not too much of a difference.
Why wait for people to take a bath to peep at them? How can these types of
books be popular among the commoners today …"
Seeing the third place —

Mei Hanxue

Identity: Kunlun Treading In Snow Palace

This time, the words on the side were different. They weren't about bathing
in the clouds, but rather, "The servant girl of Spring Glow Tower, together
with all the women in the cultivation world. Young Master Mei can turn a
woman's body into water, turn her bones into mud, and control ten people
in the night without any difficulty."

"…" Chu Wanning was at a loss for words.

After a moment of silence, Elder Yuheng's head buzzed and exploded. He

threw the booklet from one end of the bedroom to the other with a 'pa!'
sound, as if he was throwing hot potatoes. His face was as red as fire and his
eyes flickered. He was completely stupefied with anger.

What did he see?

What size! No matter how slow he was, he could feel the scent now. What
size could this be? Shameless! Shameless! Dirty! Dirty! How shameless!
After sitting on the bed for a long time, Chu Wanning still couldn't calm
himself. He got off the bed again and picked up the book. As he exerted
strength through his fingers, the piece of paper was shattered into pieces.

However, the words "absolutely not ordinary things that are worthy of
admiration" were like red-hot iron. With a hiss, they burned the depths of
his heart, causing his face to flush red and his heart to roar like thunder.

He was an extremely righteous person. Just now in the Exquisite Sound Pool,
he had deliberately shifted his gaze up, not looking in the wrong direction,
plus the steam swirling in the pool, his body was blurred, even if he looked,
he couldn't see it clearly. However, at this moment, this dirty book used
eight words to present this scene in front of his eyes. And the text, often
more vivid than the picture, it is easy to imagine.

This was definitely not a common thing …

Chu Wanning ruthlessly wiped his face. After a while, he grabbed the
blanket and covered his head.

What exactly did he encounter on the first day he emerged from seclusion
…? The world had changed, he wished he could lie down and die again!
However, Elder Yuheng had always been strict with himself. Even though he
had not slept for an entire night, even if he was extremely shocked and
unable to calm down no matter how hard he tried, he still got up on the
second day on time. He washed up and dressed neatly, but his dignified and
restrained face still floated down from the peak of the Southern Mountain.

Today is the monthly check-up. The armor of good and evil is sparkling.
Thousands of disciples are performing martial arts there. The elders are
checking it on the high platform.

After five years of absence, Chu Wanning was still standing on the left side
of Xue Zhengyong.

He was dressed in white and had a sickly expression. As he walked down the
long limestone steps, he sat down on the empty seat and poured himself a
pot of tea, drinking it while looking at it.

Xue Zhengyong saw that his expression did not look good and thought that
Mo Ran did not attend the banquet last night. He then went over to Chu
Wanning and said in a low voice, "Yuheng, Ran-er is back."

Unexpectedly, Chu Wanning's eyebrows twitched, and his expression turned

even worse, "En, I've seen him ."
"Ah? Have you two reunited? " Xue Zheng Yong was startled, and
immediately nodded. "That's good, how about it? Isn't it getting a little too
much? "

"Hmm …"

Chu Wanning did not really want to continue chatting with Xue Zhengyong.
After all, ever since yesterday, he had been harboring in his head the
incantation "This is absolutely not something out of the ordinary". He did
not intend to search for Mo Ran in the sea of people below. He only lowered
his head and looked at the table.

"So many fresh fruit snacks."

Xue Zheng Yong laughed, "Isn't it too early? If you like it, then eat more. "

Chu Wanning did not stand on ceremony. He picked up a lotus flower cake
and started to eat it with hot tea. The color of the Lotus Blossom Sesame
was orderly, from the bottom of the petals to the tip of the flower. It was
red like a nutmeg, with clear layers of skin and crispy entrails.

"The skills of Lin An's Pure Wind Pavilion …" Chu Wanning mumbled, turned
around and asked Xue Zhengyong, "It wasn't made by Grandma Meng's
Master?"
"No, Mo Ran brought it back to honor you. Look, there's none on the other
elders' tables."

"..." As he said this, Chu Wanning realized that only the wooden table in
front of his was filled with various fruits, pastries and preserves. There was
even a small jade-green porcelain bowl with the lid open, and inside it there
were no less than three Soup Dumplings.

The dumpling was not made of ordinary white glutinous rice. It was made
from the lotus root produced by Lin An, and in the dough mask, there was a
crystal clear one with a jade-like luster.

"Oh, this is a little toy that Mo Ran borrowed from the kitchen at Grandma
Meng's Hall in the morning. The red one is for the rose bean curd, the yellow
one is for the peanut sesame seed curd, and the green one says that it was
made with Longjing Tea for fine powders. All these are quite fresh stuff, just
that they're a little lacking …" Xue Zheng Yong muttered, “He was busy all
morning and made it very fine. He only made three."

Chu Wanning: "..."

"Yuheng, do you have enough to eat?"

"Yes." Chu Wanning was quiet for a while, then he nodded.

In fact, he had only eaten three Soup Dumplings. The first was sweet, the
second was sweet, and the third was full. If he ate another four, it would be
a bit tiresome.

Mo Ran had cooked exactly three dumplings. It was quite a coincidence, no

more and no less, just to his liking.

The white porcelain spoon scooped up the round and cute Lotus Root Starch
soup and brought it to his lips. He felt that the size was just right and that he
could eat it in one bite.

The person who made the Soup Dumplings seemed to know very well how
big his mouth could hold. He did not feel uncomfortable with the size of the
food in his mouth. The soft filling seemed to be filled with endless intimacy.

For some reason, this thought made Chu Wanning's heart tremble. He then
died of shame, hiding his true feelings.

"His cooking skills are quite good."

"Unfortunately, it's only for you. No one else can eat it, not even his uncle."
Xue Zheng Yong sighed, feeling very regretful.
Chu Wanning listened and pursed his lips. He didn't say anything, but used a
spoon to stir the hot water in the bowl. The dumpling had been finished and
was sweet enough to melt in his heart.

After having some snacks, ignoring the hustle and bustle of martial arts
practice, Chu Wanning took a file from the desk and went to see the
changes in the five years of his seclusion.

All these things were sorted out by Xue Zhengyong. His words were concise.
In no time at all, Chu Wanning had finished reading the documents. He
raised his hand to cover the scroll, only to see a book underneath.

"This is …" He took it out. It was a thick thread-bound book. Xue Zhengyong
glanced at it and smiled, "It's also a gift from A-Ran. Yesterday, he said that
he was on the way back, that he had fought with evil spirits, that the book
was accidentally stained with blood, and there are many pages that were
torn. He felt embarrassed to give it to you personally, so he asked me to put
it on your table this morning."

Chu Wanning nodded and opened the book. his slender hands caressed the
top of the book, and there were three words written on it:

For my Shizun.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Was this a letter to him?

Suddenly, his heart felt as if it was being burned by charcoal. It was hot and
painful. He raised his eyes, wanting to go down to the vast sea of people to
look for Mo Ran's figure, but what he saw was an armor that glittered like a
fish swimming in water.

Unable to find anyone for a while, he continued to read the letter.

It turned out that every day after Chu Wanning's closed door cultivation, Mo
Ran would miss his Shizun. He had a lot of things on his mind, he was afraid
that after a while, he would forget about them. Thus, he got someone to
make a sturdy book, a thick book with 1,825 pieces of paper inside. He
calculated it well, for five years, he would write a letter to his Shizun every
day.

He had originally calculated a total of 1825 pieces of paper, no more, no

less. After he finished writing, his Shizun would come out of seclusion.

But sometimes it would not stop. The words were squeezed into a small ball
and were passionately flowing on the paper, wishing that Chu Wanning
could see the Thorn Flower in the northern part of Mo Bei, the misty
mountain, and hide the dessert in the paper, waiting for Chu Wanning to
wake up and share it with him.
The lines of small characters did not stop from beginning to end. There were
no provocative words, nor did they write anything sad. They only recorded
every brilliant moment in the past five years, and he only shared what was
good with him.

As a result, the calculated page for every day was naturally insufficient in the
end. He attached another thick stack of letters, and behind the book …

Chu Wanning was flipping slowly, his eyes moist.

He saw Mo Ran in the handwriting, which went from childish to tall and
straight, and from tall and straight to handsome and elegant.

The latest ink stains seemed to have yet to dry, but the earliest handwriting
was already starting to turn green and yellow.

There were four words, "and my Shizun's letter", in each letter. Each letter
was different, and slowly … Time passed quickly, from the light hooves to
the white head.

In the end, the feather danqing, the triangular-iron broken gold, the end of
the curling, vertical curved screen.
Chu Wanning turned to the last page and ran his fingers over the four words
written on the paper.

A book for my Shizun.

He looked at the dignified brush and ink. It was as if he could see that the tip
of the brush had just been lifted and the brush tip had just hung in the air.
The man raised his head and realized that he was no longer a youth.

From the first letter to the last, he seemed to see Mo Ran walk from sixteen
to twenty-two years old. His figure slowly grew, and his expression gradually
became deeper.

But every day, he would sit in front of his desk and write a letter to him.

"Shizun!"

He didn’t know when the martial arts ended but Chu Wanning heard
someone calling for him. He suddenly raised his head and saw that at the
front of the platform, Xue Meng was waving excitedly at him.

Beside Xue Meng, there was a man with broad shoulders and a narrow
waist. His legs were long and straight, and he stood there silently.
Mo Ran saw that Chu Wanning was looking at him and was stunned for a
moment. Then, he smiled. In the golden morning light, his smile was so
mesmerizing that it was like the rustling of pine and cypress soaked in the
morning sun. His eyes were warm and his strong, straight face seemed shy,
alive and blazing, dazzling.

What a handsome young man.

Chu Wanning calmly sat on the stage with his arms crossed, looking down at
him proudly. The others could only see that his expression was still as cold
as before, but no one knew that he had already lost his mind and
abandoned his armor.

Amongst the crowd, Mo Ran was still laughing. He suddenly raised his hand
and pointed at his own clothes, then at Chu Wanning.

"..." Chu Wanning didn't have time to react. his almond-shaped eyes
narrowed as he looked at him in confusion.

The smile on Mo Ran's face became clearer. He put his hands to his lips and
mouthed a few words.

Chu Wanning was stunned, "?"

The leaves rustled, and the morning breeze blew gently. Mo Ran seemed to
be somewhat helpless. He pursed his lips into a smile, shook his head, and
touched the hem of his clothes.

Chu Wanning lowered his head. After a while, his ears suddenly turned red.

"..."

Under the guidance of his disciple, the mighty Elder Yuheng finally realized
that he had woken up too hastily in the morning. His clothes were piled up
messily in the Red Lotus pavilion.

… …. No wonder I feel like I'm dragging something on the ground when I

walk today! So it was the hem of the robe!

You can do it, Mo Weiyu. In anger, Chu Wanning turned his face away. You
are a bastard who doesn't have eyes for the world!
132. Shizun and Shimei
In the evening, the tired birds returned to their nests. After a day's worth of
work, the disciples rushed back to Grandma Meng's Hall. Mo Ran didn't
leave. He stood beside the wooden stake, as if he was waiting for someone.

In these few years, Xue Meng's relationship with him had eased up by quite
a bit. Especially after Mo Ran found the best Lingshi to set his Longcheng
knife, the grudge between the brothers was no longer as distinct. Therefore,
Xue Meng turned his head and asked him, "Are you going to eat?"

"I'll wait a little longer."

Standing under the afterglow of the setting sun, Shi Mei's skin was like
cream, and his beauty was unparalleled. He stroked his hair and asked, "Is A-
Ran waiting for Shizun?"

"Yes." Even though Mo Ran had met him when he was cultivating in the
morning and was working hand in hand with Xue Meng to fill the gap in the
sky, he had also caught a glimpse of Shi Mei about to surpass Xue Meng.

But at this time, as the sun was setting in the west, he and Xue Meng stood
together, one in front and one behind. Of course, it wasn't that he didn't
think that Shi Mei was good-looking, but...
It was hard to say what that feeling felt like. He was probably used to seeing
how weak Shimei was and was always shielded by Xue Meng. He never
thought that he would be turned upside down now.

"Since I missed the banquet yesterday, I wanted to apologize to Shizun and

invite him to the foot of the mountain for a meal. Therefore, I won't be
going to Grandma Meng's Hall today. If you want to go, then let's go
together."

Xue Meng and Shi Mei were not used to eating with Chu Wanning. They
looked at each other and left. Mo Ran was still unharmed as he squatted on
top of a large green rock and picked up a piece of dog's tail grass while
playing, waiting for Chu Wanning to descend the mountain.

When the sun had set and the crescent moon peeked out from the purplish-
red clouds, a person slowly walked out from the bamboo path in the south
mountain. That person had already changed into a fresh white robe and was
holding a bag.

"I had something that I wanted to ask you about … Why are you here? "

"Waiting for Shizun to eat." As he said that, he jumped down from the rock,
his hand still holding onto the dogtail grass, and smiled brilliantly, "I heard
that the new restaurant in the Wuchang Town has a famous chef who used
to work in the cultivation world, making excellent pastries. I would like to
invite Shizun to have a taste. "
Chu Wanning sized him up from head to toe in an indifferent manner,
"You're finally qualified. Are you rich?"

Mo Ran laughed without saying a word.

Chu Wanning gave a snort and threw the bag to him. he took it and asked,
"What is this?"

"Your clothes." As Chu Wanning spoke, he had already walked away. Mo

Ran quickly chased after him and stood shoulder to shoulder. He smiled and
said, "The material of this piece of clothing is not bad. It's light, but it's
warm. If Shizun likes it, I can ask someone to make it smaller …"

"I don't wear the clothes anyone else wears."

Mo Ran was slightly startled, and then he became embarrassed. "I didn't
mean that, I am … When I saw Shizun dressed this morning, I thought Shizun
liked it … It's because I didn't think about it properly that I asked someone to
go to that store and have someone cut a new one."

Chu Wanning asked, "Do you know how big my clothes are?"

How could he not know Chu Wanning's size?

He used his arms to wrap around his waist and could estimate his waist. He
knew that when Chu Wanning put his foot on the ground, his chin would
land on his shoulder. When they were fighting to the death in the past, Chu
Wanning would bite him sometimes, with two rows of sharp teeth near his
collarbone that wouldn't fade even after a few days.

Of course, he also knew how long Chu Wanning's legs were. They were
clearly powerful in combat, but they were so helpless around his waist. His
long and skinny legs would tremble and his toes would tighten...

How could he not know how wide Chu Wanning's shoulders were, and how
smooth and full the curve of his buttocks was?

He had no idea what he had asked. He thought it was a brilliant question

that had troubled his good disciple, Mo Weiyu.

"You don't know what kind of clothes I’m going to wear," Chu Wanning said,
flicking his sleeves.

"..."

Mo Ran had no way to explain himself.

He could not possibly say that he knew, that when he was kneading the
Soup Dumplings, he would inadvertently think of Chu Wanning's figure
yesterday. His well-proportioned and powerful figure in the Exquisite Sound
Pool was as vivid and solid as he remembered.

His mind wandered, and he remembered that Chu Wanning's lips were pale
and thin. When he was forced to swallow himself, he was always in pain,
unable to hold on. His throat was tightly-shut, and he wanted to vomit.

Mo Ran closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling, but he was secretly cursing
himself as a beast.

To respect him, to love him, no longer to entertain wild thoughts.

To respect him... To respect him...

He took two deep breaths, and the burning desire in his heart was forcefully
suppressed, but he still felt that the Dumplings that he kneaded out were a
little too big, and his Shizun would probably stick to his mouth after eating it,
so he rewound and redid them. This time, all three of them were exquisite,
he pinched between his fingers and compared them, considering for a
moment, thinking about Chu Wanning opening his lips slightly, and wrapping
his sweet Dumplings in his soft mouth...
The tip of his tongue curled like a warm flame, igniting the seven emotions
and six desires of Mo Ran and taking away its life.

He even knows what kind of dessert he can hold in his mouth, yet that
fellow Chu Wanning asked him if he knew the size of his clothes.

The question was like the soft tip of a cat's tongue licking his chest.

Mo Ran did not dare to think any further. He lowered his head and said,
"Before I cut the clothes, I will naturally have to consult Shizun."

Chu Wanning looked at him strangely and asked, "You have a cold?"

"Nope."

"Why is your throat so hoarse?"

"... Fire."

Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what to think, but
he suddenly turned around and pursed his lips. The space between his
eyebrows was dark, but the back of his ears was slightly flushed.
It was only until the two of them arrived at the Wuchang Town and sat
down in a private room near the window of the newly opened Mid-Autumn
Festival that this light shade of red finally faded away.

For the first time, Mo Ran seriously invited Chu Wanning for a meal.
Although he had treated him before, it was either out of resignation or out
of responsibility. his state of mind was truly different.

The waiter of the Mid-Autumn House first soaked a pot of cloud and mist
over the mountain and brought out the seeds and nuts. Then, he
respectfully handed the two bamboo scrolls that were transcribing the
names of the dishes to the two immortal lords at the SiSheng Peak. Mo Ran
took the bamboo block and smiled to the waiter naturally. He said, "Thank
you very much."

Chu Wanning raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Mo Ran.

This person never had the habit of thanking him before.

"Shizun, please order whatever you want to eat. However, I would like to
recommend this store's pine nut mandarin fish. I've heard that they are
sweet and sour, and look very pretty."

Chu Wanning nodded, "Then give me one. You can decide on the rest."
Mo Ran smiled. "Then I shall follow Shizun's taste."

"Do you know what I like to eat?"

"... Yes, I know."

Even though he knew it in the past, he would eventually forget about it.

Not anymore.

As he was looking at the bamboo block, he suddenly heard the sound of

footsteps coming from the stairs. The waiter’s voice was transmitted over,
"Ah, please come here immortal. The two people you are looking for are
sitting in the private room … Right, right. The wine hasn't been served yet. "

His glistening white hands gently lifted the green curtain, revealing the agate
beaded curtain.

An extremely beautiful man with soft black hair and red lips and white teeth
appeared by the door, carrying a jug of wine. Mo Ran turned his head
around, and was obviously stunned for a moment: "Shi Mei? Why are you
here?"
"Grandma Meng's Hall has met a High Lord. He heard that you guys came
down the mountain to eat here, but he remembered that this restaurant
was newly opened. The dishes were good, but there was no wine. He only
sent me to deliver a pot of Pear Blossom White." As Shi Mei spoke, he
waved the red wine jug in his hand. The jug of wine was wrapped in bamboo
vines and was chunky and cute. The wine inside made sounds as if it could
smell the fragrance of wine through the mud.

Shi Mei laughed: "It's a good thing I made it in time. Otherwise, if you had
ordered something to drink, it would have been a bit excessive for me."

Chu Wanning asked, "What about you? Have you eaten? "

"I'll eat when I get back. Grandma Meng wouldn't close the door so soon.
There's still time."

"You're already here, what's the point of leaving." Chu Wanning was a well-
mannered person, so he said, "Sit with us."

"This... I'm afraid this will cost him his money. "

Mo Ran laughed, "How could it be a waste of money to add on a chair?" As

he spoke, he asked the waiter to fetch another set of utensils. This Mid-
Autumn Restaurant was indeed a very extravagant place. The private room
was filled with fine chopsticks with gold and silver threads embedded at the
end.

Shi Mei sat down and poured a cup of wine for each of them. The aroma of
the pear blossoms filled the entire table, and the aroma of the wine was
very familiar. In his previous life, after Shi Mei died, Mo Ran drank it all, and
when Chu Wanning died, Mo Ran even drank it all night on the roof.

Now that the disaster had passed, both of them were still alive.

Mo Ran suddenly felt that whether it was possession or love in the past,
they were all not that important anymore. The two people who had treated
him the best in his life were still in the world, and it was enough for him to
earn money and buy them a meal and a drink.

Three cups and two cups of wine were equivalent to ten thousand miles
worth of rivers and mountains in his previous life.

"Waiter, I'll have to trouble you to order a portion of pineapple mandarin

fish, then a crabby lion's head, crystal legs, cherry ham, three fresh soups,
and dumplings with steamed meat. These are all things that cannot be
touched with any spiciness. Then, a serving of Boiled Fish, Mab Tofu, Couple
Lung Slices, Kung Bao Chicken Ding, these should be heavy and spicy. Shrimp
dumplings, black bean oil and taro steamed pork ribs, and chicken feet with
black bean sauce. "Dessert..." Mo Ran glanced at Chu Wanning and closed
the bamboo block, "I won't take a closer look. Give me a copy of each item."
Chu Wanning didn't even look up, "I can't finish it."

Mo Ran said, "Bring it back."

"It'll get cold."

"... Let Grandma Meng reheat it."

Chu Wanning felt that Mo Ran looked like one of those merchants who
became rich overnight after digging a mine. It was too extravagant and
wasteful to waste words with him, so he unrolled the bamboo slip in front of
him. he looked at it and said, "One bean curd, one leaf rake, three bowls of
Sweet Bean Sand, thank you very much."

Soon, the dishes were served. Shi Mei loved to eat spicy dishes, but Chu
Wanning was not stained with red. As a result, Mo Ran lit up, half of the
table was fresh, and the other half was red and thick.

"I'm here, the last dish. It's the signature dish of our restaurant, Pine
Mandarin Fish —"

With a shout from the waiter, a plate of bright and fragrant mandarin fish
was served by two waiters. The fish looked like it weighed five pounds and
was fried until it was golden crisp. It was placed in a large sky-blue porcelain
dish with a thick, uniform flower shaped body. Bright red, sweet and sour
sauce was poured on top of the fish and sprinkled on top of it were green
peas.

Chu Wanning loved sweetness, especially sour and sweet. Although his face
showed no change in emotions when he saw the fish, his eyes lit up
involuntarily.

This light was seen by Mo Ran.

The waiter looked at their table and saw that there was still room in front of
Shi Mei. He then went to organize the dishes to make space for them.

However, a pair of hands were faster than him and had already begun to
adjust the table. Mo Ran set the few pieces of meat that Chu Wanning rarely
touched in front of him. Then, he served some spicy dishes that were quite
tasty to Shi Mei. In this way, the seat in front of Chu Wanning became
empty. Mo Ran smiled and said to the waiter, "Put the fish here."

"Sigh, very good!"

The waiter was obviously happy to meet a guest who helped him change the
table. He immediately beamed with joy and took the dishes from the two
waiters. He then placed them in an empty space and left while nodding and
bowing.

This adjustment was done very naturally. The others would only think that
he had helped the waiter, but Shi Mei sensed that it was a partial favor. He
was a little surprised at Mo Ran's actions. Light flowed in his eyes, and after
a long while, he lowered his eyes, as if he was a little disappointed.

Shi Mei felt that when Mo Ran returned after five years, not only had his
appearance changed, even his good attitude towards him had faded.

He also liked to eat pine nuts and mandarin fish, so why would he put them
so far away from him? Doesn't he know? Or …

Shi Mei was not someone who belittled himself. His looks and temperament
were all above Chu Wanning's. In the entire cultivation world, not many
people could match his looks.

However, at this moment, he suddenly hesitated.

He knew that in his youth, Mo Ran seemed to be a romantic person who

loved those beautiful furs to the core, but that was just an illusion. To Mo
Ran, the most precious thing was friendship.
If someone gave him a tael, he would return the money.

Now that his Shizun had let go of his past grudges, his kindness towards Mo
Ran was not something he could compare with. Thinking this, Shi Mei
suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He abruptly lifted his head to look at
the faces of the two in the light.

One had his head lowered as he drank. his phoenix eyes were like water, his
eyelashes were like smoke. his expression and face were very dull.

Within the lights, there was snow falling from the roof, the moon and pear
blossoms from the moon. When his eyelashes moved, it was as if ripples had
appeared in the lake, and the stars were shining in the sky. It was likely that
even the owner of the pair of eyes did not notice the love within.

Shi Mei was dazed for a moment. His elbow touched the chopsticks, and
with a "pa da" sound, the chopstick fell to the ground. He came back to his
senses and hurriedly apologized, then bent down to pick it up.

When he bent down, he was stunned for a moment.

The chopsticks were straight as they landed beside Mo Ran's boots. It lay
quietly and waited for him to pick up the items.
He could have asked the waiter to bring another pair, but Shi Mei never
loved to trouble others, and even when faced with such a disparity, no
matter how gentle or calm a person was, they would still feel unwilling and
at a loss. Or maybe it wasn't that complicated. Sometimes, what a person
did was just a thought.

As for Shi Mei, at this moment, he really wanted to know what kind of
relationship Mo Ran still had with him … Thus, after a few moments of
hesitation, he lowered his head and extended his slender white hands to
pick up the chopsticks.

The chopsticks fell too close, so naturally, when Shi Mei picked them up, the
back of his hand would inevitably touch Mo Ran's calves.
133. Shizun is the most lukewarm

At that time, Mo Ran was drinking Pear Blossom White, when he suddenly
felt something touch his leg. He subconsciously wanted to move away, but
before he could do so, the feeling of being touched became even more
obvious, as if something had just passed by him.

For a moment, he didn't understand what had happened. It was only when
Shi Mei sat up straight again and looked at that peerlessly handsome face
dyed in a thin red, with his lips pursed and his brows lowered as if he had
something on his mind, that Mo Ran suddenly realized —

What was that just now …?

"Cough, cough, cough!" Mo Ran instantly choked.

In his heart, Shi Mei had always been like snow in the sun, the new moon in
the willows, only to see in the distance and not to play with. Even though he
loved him dearly and hated that he couldn't die for him, he rarely did
anything related to love, much less put it into practice.

However, such a pure and flawless person, could it be that just now … Touch
him?
This thought shocked Mo Ran. He shook his head like a rattle, and upon
seeing this, Chu Wanning frowned, "What happened to you?"

"Nothing!"

To touch him in front of Shizun! … How is this possible?!

This, this does not seem to be something that Shi Mei would do...

Mo Ran's expression became even more complicated. Rather than calling it

a surprise, it would be more accurate to call it a shock.

He rested for a long time before he heard Shi Mei shout: "The chopsticks are
dirty. Waiter, please go and change a pair."

The waiter came and went. Mo Ran turned his head to the side to look at Shi
Mei's pale face. That person's eyes were still calm and gentle. It was as if he
was hallucinating about the redness on his face due to his shyness. Feeling
that someone was looking at him, Shi Mei lifted his peach blossom eyes a
few inches and smiled faintly at Mo Ran.

"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing."

Shimei said ignorantly, "The chopsticks dropped in the wrong place, right at
your feet."

"Oh …" Mo Ran heaved a sigh of relief, his heart slowing down. As expected,
he was overthinking it. He was just about to say a few more words to ease
the atmosphere, when he saw that Shi Mei had already turned his face away
and was about to get a spoon of soup.

Mo Ran felt guilty for his earlier thought and said, "Let me help you scoop it
up."

"No need, I'll do it myself."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and leisurely helped himself to the

Three Fresh Soup.

Originally, he didn't feel anything when he sat down, but now that he stood
up and scooped up the soup, the color of the soup was especially clear. He
almost had to stretch out his arms to get the soup from the other side of the
table.

One spoonful, two spoonfuls, slowly.

Mo Ran: "…"

Shi Mei looked into his eyes and didn't say anything. He only smiled and
continued to scoop up the soup.

When Shi Mei finished eating, he asked Chu Wanning if he wanted it. When
Chu Wanning said no, he moved the soup to the middle, not too close to
anyone and not too far away, just in right place.

His mentor and his favorite people.

He shouldn't have been biased in the first place.

When they were seated, Shi Mei suddenly said, "Ah Ran, you have become
more sensible. You are no longer the disciple that made Shizun angry. So,
there's one thing I want to tell you. The three of us are here today.

Seeing how serious his words were, Mo Ran could not help but gaze at him.
"What is it?"

"Do you remember the first time I made a scrip and sent it to you?" Shi Mei
said, "I wasn't the one who made that bowl of wontons. I never knew how
to make noodles. That was …"
Mo Ran laughed. "I thought it was something else. So it's this one. I already
knew about it."

"Ah, you've been …?" Shi Mei was slightly stunned. His beautiful eyes
widened as he turned his head to look at Chu Wanning, who was drinking
his wine, and asked, "Did Shizun tell you this?"

"No, I saw it before I went to the ghost realm." Mo Ran was about to explain
the details when Chu Wanning put down his wine glass and gave a light
cough. He glanced at Mo Ran with a solemn expression on his face.

Mo Ran knew that Shizun's skin was thin, so he naturally didn't want others
to know about his softness. Thus, he said: "In short, five years ago, I already
understood the cause and effect. It would be too long to say."

Shimei nodded: "That's good too." He then turned to Chu Wanning and said,
"Shizun, when you were unwilling to give the wontons to A-Ran and had me
deliver it to him, I didn't think that it would be a problem. However, after
seeing the misunderstanding between the two of you getting deeper and
deeper, I felt very apologetic. I wanted to find a time to explain it to A-Ran,
but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth … Actually, I was also a bit
selfish back then. Aside from Young Master, he was a close friend of mine at
the summit of death's door. I was afraid that he would feel unhappy if he
found out, so …"
"No worries, I was the one who didn't want you to say it in the first place.
What's wrong with you? "

"But I feel bad about myself, and I feel that I have stolen Shizun's heart.
Shizun, I'm sorry. " As he spoke, Shi Mei lowered his eyes and asked after a
while, "Ah Ran, I'm sorry too."

Mo Ran had never blamed Shi Mei, even though his initial good intentions
towards Shi Mei, were all caused by Chu Wanning, but the warmth of Shi
Mei was still real, and Shi Mei was just following Chu Wanning's instructions,
he did not intend to do anything about it.

Mo Ran hurriedly said, "No, no, don't mind it. How much time has passed …"

He looked at the face of Shi Mei under the light. This was a face he had
never seen before in his previous life, because in his previous life, Shi Mei
had already died at this time.

He didn't even have the chance to know what it looked like after Shi Mei
lived to the age of twenty-four.

He was tall and slender with a face as white as jade. His pair of peach
blossom eyes were sparkling with spring water. He looked so gentle. It was
likely that even if he got angry, he would feel soft.
His tightly clenched and wrinkled heart slowly loosened. He inwardly sighed,
suddenly feeling very happy. His heart was very warm, very at ease.

Although he always felt that compared to the nineteen year old Shi Mei, his
twenty-four self was a little unfamiliar to him and not as intimate as before.
Perhaps it was because of this strangeness that he had thought it was
absurd that Shi Mei would take the initiative to touch his leg, but Mo Ran
felt that he would slowly get used to it … As for matters of relationship, he
didn't want to force them anymore, so he just let nature take its course.

He had been wandering around for five years, and his whereabouts were
hard to find. Among them, he had been in danger a few times, but he didn't
know if it was the fake Chen who did it intentionally or not. All in all, the
mastermind behind this had yet to be revealed, and he had yet to be caught.

The two people beside him, even if he had to throw away his life, he would
protect them forever.

Mo Ran temporarily let go of his inner demons, but he didn't know that his
inner demons were never free. They let him go and instead climbed onto
another person.

Perhaps it was because he had eaten too much tonight, but after returning
home, Chu Wanning felt sleepy. He wanted to spend the night painting the
blueprints for the new machine armour, but after drawing only half of it, he
started yawning. He tried his best to hold on for a while but was unable to.
Finally, he blinked his eyes sleepily and without even changing his clothes,
he laid down on the bed and fell asleep.

He slept in a daze and dreamt of many messy things.

First, it was that "In the prime of the cultivation world, the most outstanding
talent's size is ranked", then it was the robust and sturdy body that he had
seen in the Exquisite Sound Pool.

In the dim candlelight, a slight crease appeared on Chu Wanning's forehead.

It was as if he wanted to escape from this shameful dream, but he couldn't
help it. He sank deeper and deeper into it …

Then, he had the same dream as before.

The Alchemy Heart Hall that changed the appearance of life and death.

Mo Weiyu, who had completely matured, pinched his chin. his eyes were
vicious and mocking as he spoke dirty words to him.

He said, "If you let me do it once, I'll agree to your conditions."

This Mo Ran was different from Mo Ran that he had seen. He had a crazed
expression and his handsome face was also very pale. his skin was not the
same wheat colored color that he had seen before.

"Kneel down by yourself … Lick me well... "

The messy sentences came from the depths of the nightmare. It was as if
there was something inside his skull that was about to break apart and
break free from its shackles, rushing towards Chu Wanning.

He felt a chill run down his spine, but he was also strangely excited.

In his dream, he saw Mo Ran approaching him, tearing his clothes. The
sound of his clothes being torn had never been so clear before, and then the
dream suddenly turned dark, as if it had sunk into mud.

Just like countless times before, the dream ended here.

If it was before, after the dream was broken, he would peacefully sleep, not
bothering for the entire night. But today, for some reason, after this dream
had ended, a faint light began to slowly shine in front of his eyes.
Chu Wanning wanted to see what was in front of him, but the new dream
was blurry, as if it was separated by a layer of water vapor. He could not see
his surroundings clearly. All he could see was a blurry patch of scarlet.

He couldn't see clearly, but his sense of smell and touch became clearer and
more sensitive as the dream unfolded. He suddenly felt an indescribable
passion and heat. He saw a strong and sturdy body swaying and pressing
down on him. Chu Wanning was taken aback. He instinctively wanted to
struggle, but his body did not seem to belong to him, but to his dreams.

He could feel himself trembling. He could hear the man's heavy breathing,
the hot air blowing in his ears, his lips touching his ear lobe from time to
time, but not kissing him.

He turned his head to the side and saw a large soft bed beneath him. As the
two moved, it creaked and shook. He could even smell the wild scent of
ferocious beast fur. The bed seemed to be covered with beast skins. He tried
to reach out and grab the mattress as he floated, but he lacked the strength.

The man was so fierce, so hard, as if he were about to tear his body apart.

He shook his head in despair and tried to struggle free, but the man's
strength was so great that it seemed he could shatter his bones in his hands.
Chu Wanning felt his scalp go numb. His entire body was trembling
uncontrollably...
Perhaps the dream was too realistic and he was too tired. The next day, Chu
Wanning woke up at noon. After waking up, he was lying on his bed and was
in a daze for a long time. He tilted his head. He could still smell the smell of
the beast skin in his dreams, which brought with it the sweetness of the
wild.

But in the blink of an eye, he was still lying on the clear and pitch-black
rosewood bed within the Red Lotus Pavilion. Everything was quiet and
nothing was out of the ordinary.

Only …

Chu Wanning froze, he lowered his gaze and looked at his own body.

"..."

Due to his mental cultivation method, he had been lacking in desire for
many years and had rarely reacted physically. He realized that he actually
had a disgraceful morning … "… …" Oh no...

All these years of cultivation, could it be that he had cultivated to the point
of being like a dog in a dog's belly?!
And yesterday's dreams — what are they? How could he have dreamt of
such a filthy scene! How could this be … How could this be?

Was it really just because he saw Mo Ran's body in the Exquisite Sound Pool
and accidentally read that "admirable" dirty book?

Chu Wanning's face turned black. he buried his face in his palms and rubbed
them hard. When he looked up again, it was still dark.

… ….

What had happened to him?

He pursed his lips, wanting to soak himself in the Cold Spring Lotus Lake and
cool down the flames in his heart. But before the tip of the foot even
touched the ground, it felt the barrier of the Red Lotus pavilion tremble for a
moment.

Someone came in.

Chu Wanning's expression immediately changed. He quickly pulled on his

blanket and covered his lower body. The man was also walking very fast. He
heard two knocks coming from the door.

"Shizun, are you up yet?"

It was the same voice as the man in the dream. It was just that the voice in
his dream was even deeper and moist, filled with boundless love and fervor.

The voice that came from outside was gentle and respectful, even a little
worried. It was probably because Chu Wanning had not woken up yet, so he
was feeling a little anxious.

Chu Wanning leaned against the bed, hugging the quilt. Hearing this sound,
the wall between dream and reality seemed to have been destroyed. The
endless emotions and intense impacts were all illuminated by the voices
outside. As a result, the emotions surged, making it harder to calm down.

Just as he was about to lie down and pretend to be asleep, he suddenly

heard Mo Ran say, "Shizun, are you there? I'll come inside if you let me."

I'll come inside.

It was just a simple sentence, yet it reminded Chu Wanning of the man in his
dream. His lips were moving, and the masculine heat almost burned him.

The man gasped, "Relax, I'm coming in."

Chu Wanning face suddenly turned red. His clothes were messy, his heart
was raging, and his eyes were filled with a vicious unwillingness, but that
ruthlessness and unwillingness were like the sand at the edge of a shallow
beach. The people who dared not look at the cold and ruthlessness of winter
could not face them, but if the spring water started to dissolve and the tide
started to flow, their sharp fangs would be completely submerged in the
soft, rippling waves of light, there was no trace of viciousness in them at all.

It was rare for him to be so embarrassed and helpless, and he had almost
never felt such a strong desire.

He stayed where he was until Mo Ran opened the door and entered the
room. It was only then that he reacted and tried to pretend to be asleep, but
it was already too late.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Chu Wanning sitting on the bed. his
black hair was spread all over his body, making his face look like a glowing
lake under the sunlight. his eyebrows and eyes were both sharp, and when
he looked at him, his eyes were like the edge of a frost.

However, the tail of his eyes were a faint red, and thus the cold light was
filled with charm, ruthlessness, and humiliation. It was as if someone had
just tortured him and done something unspeakable to him, and his eyes
were filled with stubbornness and wetness.
Mo Ran silently looked at him. This man was like a tender bud that had
grown out of a thicket of thorns, causing him to suddenly slow his breathing.
He felt as if a huge rock had fallen into his chest, causing enormous waves
that covered the sky …
134. Shizun can eat
Mo Ran did not say anything. After a while, his Adam's apple moved slightly.

It was almost as if he was in a torrent of desire, trying his best to hold onto a
piece of driftwood that did not allow him to indulge himself. He stuttered as
he thought:

Love and respect him.

Respect is respect for love, love is respect for love, do not blaspheme, do
not hurt, do not add extra feelings, let alone do something confusing and
absurd, humiliating Shizun like in the previous life.

After the lava had boiled four or five times, Mo Ran managed to calm
himself down. He walked into the room with a smile and greeted Chu
Wanning.

"Shizun, so you're actually inside … Why didn't you answer?"

"I just woke up." Chu Wanning said dryly.

His throat was dry and his desires were dry. If he accidentally dropped a
little bit of his starfire, then he might be able to set the prairie ablaze.
He wanted to put the box on the table, but when he glanced at the table, he
saw that it was filled with files, drills, and iron, as well as a mess of
blueprints. He had no choice but to carry his food box.

He walked to the bedside of Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning was even angrier than usual. he looked at him with a nervous
expression and asked with a frown, "What are you doing?"

"Shizun got up too late. Grandma Meng's Hall no longer had much to eat.
Since I had nothing to do, I made some food to accompany Shizun in the
morning."

As he said this, he opened the box and laid out the dishes one by one. At the
top was a plate of stir-fried wild mushrooms, then a plate of lettuce with a
tender fungus, then a silver roll and sweet nectar, and at the bottom two
bowls of white rice and a bowl of winter bamboo shoot ham soup.

Two bowls of rice …

Chu Wanning was speechless. So it turned out that he had such a big
appetite in his heart?
"The table is a bit messy. Does Shizun want to eat on the bed, or should I
clean up the table and bring the dishes over?"

Of course, Chu Wanning didn't like eating in bed, but at this time, his lower
body desire had not disappeared. With the blanket covering him, he walked
between his appearance and face and decisively chose the latter.

"There are too many things on the table. It will take a long time to pack
them up, so let's eat here."

Mo Ran smiled and nodded. "Alright."

It had to be said that Mo Ran's cooking skills were quite good. Five years
ago, the dishes were already very tasty. Five years later, it was even harder
for ordinary chefs to compare with. He knew that he didn't like porridge that
much in the morning. The mushrooms he chose were grass mushrooms, the
silver roll didn't contain a bag of soy sauce but sweet potatoes instead. The
winter bamboo shoots were all tender, the ham was thin and half mixed,
and it was as red as the horizon …

Mo Ran had never asked for his taste, but everything was just right, as if
they had lived together for many years.

Chu Wanning was enjoying his meal. Although his posture was calm, his
chopsticks never stopped. When he finished the last mouthful of soup, he
looked up and saw Mo Ran sitting on the edge of the bed, one foot on the
wooden frame of the chair, the other hand on his cheek, looking at him with
a lazy smile.

"What's wrong?" Chu Wanning subconsciously took out his handkerchief

and wiped it off, "Is there something in my mouth..."

"Nope. Seeing that Shizun is enjoying his meal, I feel happy."

"..." Chu Wanning felt a little uncomfortable and said flatly, "The food you
make is delicious, just that you have too much food, next time one bowl will
be enough."

Mo Ran seemed to want to say something, but in the end he held himself
back. He grinned, revealing neat white teeth.

"Yes."

What a fool! He was careful and prudent when encountering big matters,
but in his daily life, he was unreasonably lazy. He didn't even notice the two
pairs of chopsticks under the food box.

One of them had eaten two people's worth of food, yet he actually told him
that he had eaten too much. It was a little too much …
The more Mo Ran thought about it, the more amused he became. He
couldn't help but gently hold his forehead, his eyelashes drooping and
rustling.

"What are you laughing at now?"

"Nothing." Mo Ran was afraid that it would hurt his reputation, and that his
Shizun's face was more important than anything else. Of course he couldn't
embarrass him, so he changed the topic. "Shizun, I suddenly remembered
something. I forgot to tell you yesterday."

"What is it?"

"On my way back, I heard that Master Huai Zui left first the day before you
came out of seclusion."

"Mm, not bad."

"So you didn't see him when you woke up?"

"Nope."
Mo Ran sighed, "I can't blame this matter on shizun for being disrespectful.
Earlier, when I heard people discussing that Shizun did not know how to
behave, Master Huai spent five years of his life to restore Shizun's soul, but
when you woke up, he couldn't even get a single word of thanks. But Master
left first, he couldn't possibly run out of the Sorrow Temple to kneel down
and be moved to tears the moment Shizun woke up. "These gossiping
people are really annoying. Since I've asked them clearly, I will let them
speak of it at tomorrow's morning meeting."

Chu Wanning suddenly said, "No need."

"Why?"

"... I have already had a bad relationship with Master. Even if he was still
here when I woke up, I would not have thanked him."

Mo Ran was stunned. "Why is that? I know that Shizun expelled himself
from the temple back then and he has long since lost ties as Master and
disciple. However, when Shizun was in danger, he had come to help … "

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Chu Wanning, "I can't say
anything about him, and I do not want to talk about it anymore. If others say
that I have no conscience and no heart, then let them be. It's obviously the
truth. "
Mo Ran was anxious. "Why is it the truth? You clearly — you obviously
aren't that kind of person!"

Suddenly, Chu Wanning looked up, and his face turned cold. It was as if the
dragon had been exposed to its reverse scale, and blood was flowing
profusely from it.

"Mo Ran." He suddenly asked, "How much do you know about me?"

"I —"

He looked at Chu Wanning's bright eyes. The place was frosted over, and he
could not keep his guard up. It always covered the entire Thousand Miles
City.

For a moment, he suddenly wanted to say that I know a lot about you
regardless of the fact that I know a lot about you. I know that even if some
of your past, some of which I did not know. I'm willing to listen to it, willing
to share it with you. Don't you always keep everything hidden in your heart,
with layers upon layers of locks and mountain barriers, don't you get tired?
Won't it feel bad?

But what position did he have to say that?

He was his disciple, and he could not act rashly or disobey him.

In the end, Mo Ran was left speechless.

After a moment of silence, Chu Wanning's body, which was as tight as a

bowstring, finally relaxed. He seemed to be a bit tired, sighed and said,
"People are not sages, and they are weak before the will of heaven. Alright,
don't bring up the matter of the Master Huia Zui to me anymore. You can
leave. I need to change clothes."

"... Yes." Mo Ran lowered his head and quietly packed the food. When he
reached the door, he suddenly said, "Shizun, you're not angry with me, are
you?"

Chu Wanning glared at him, "Why would I be angry at you?"

Mo Ran revealed a smile, "That's good, that's good. Then can I still come
tomorrow?"

"Up to you."

After pausing for a moment, he suddenly thought of something and added,

"In the future, you don't need to say the words' I've come inside '."
"Why?"

"You came inside! Isn't this just a piece of nonsense?!" Chu Wanning was
infuriated again. He didn't know if it was due to the impurity of Mo Ran or
his face turning red from frustration.

After Mo Ran left the room, Chu Wanning got off the bed. He was too lazy to
put on his shoes, so he walked barefoot to the bookcase and took out a
bamboo scroll. He opened the bamboo scroll and stared at the words on it.
His expression was dark and he didn't say anything for a long time.

This bamboo scroll was left by his pillow when he walked with Huia. Jane
had cast a secret spell that only Chu Wanning himself could open. The
handwriting was neat and tidy, with the words "by Young Master Chu
himself".

Grandmaster called him Young Master Chu.

Ridiculous.

The content of the letter was neither long nor short. It explained some of
the things that Chu Wanning needed to pay attention to when he woke up
and spent most of the time 'asking' him for a favor.
After Master Huaixin had asked him to recover his strength, he must go to
the Dragon-Blooded Mountain, which was near the Beserence Temple. In
the text, he sincerely said that he was old and felt that his time was running
out.

"Before the old monk passed away, I looked forward to meet with the
monarch. The monarch still had an old illness, and after hearing that he was
affected by it, he needed to go into seclusion for ten days every seven years.
This made the old monk feel guilty. If the Lord wishes to come to
Dragonblood Mountain, he can set up a formation and heal himself.
However, the Incantation of Law is very dangerous, so the Lord will need to
bring a disciple of the Wood and Fire element to accompany the Spirit
Suppressing Orb. "

Old illness. Mount Dragonblood …

Chu Wanning frowned, his fingers almost sinking into his palms.

How can it be treated? What had been destroyed, what had been lost, and
what had been lost in the Dragon Blood Mountain for a hundred and sixty-
four days, how could they be restored?

Caring for a sin is an ability that reaches the heavens, can it fill up the
wounds that have entered the third level?!
He suddenly opened his eyes as a golden light shone from his palm. The
solid Xiang Fangzhu scroll instantly shattered into dust from his fingers and
vanished into thin air.

He would never step a foot in the Sad Temple again in this lifetime.

He would no longer call him Shizun.

In the blink of an eye, four days had passed since Chu Wanning was released
from seclusion. On this day, Xue Zhengyong called him over to the Alchemy
Heart Hall and handed him a letter of entrustment. He shook it open and
took a look. There were a few simple words inside.

Chu Wanning raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you give it to the wrong
person?"

"What?" Xue read the letter again and said, "I'm not wrong."

"..." Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes, "It says, help the villagers in farming."

"Don't you know how to?"

"..."
Xue Zheng Yong's eyes widened, "You really don't know how to?!"

Chu Wanning was embarrassed by his question, so he said angrily, "There's

no such thing as normal, like exorcism?"

Xue Zhengyong said, "Recently, things have been quite peaceful. There
really isn't any place to cause trouble. Aiya, A-ran will go with you anyways.
It’s no big deal if you just sit down and rest, and let him work hard. As a
young man, it's not a small matter to gather some rice and get some grains."

Chu Wanning frowned deeply, "Since when did the SiSheng Peak start to
take up such trivial matters?"

"... He had to accept them all the time. When Grandma Wang of Wuchang
cat climbed up the tree, he wasn't be able to get down. It was all because
he went to carry the cat. It's just that there were a lot of troublesome things
in the past, the simplest things wouldn't bother you at all." Xue Zheng Yong
said, "Didn't you just wake up recently? Originally, I wanted others to do it,
but I feel that you can't stay idle."

"Neither do I... I want to harvest rice. " Chu Wanning took a deep breath and
decided not to say he didn't know how to cut rice.
Xue Zheng Yong said, "I already asked A-Ran to help you, so you should go
out and relax and walk."

"If I don't accept the mission, I can't just relax and walk?"

"That's true." Xue Zheng Yong scratched his head, "But Yu Liang Village is
close to Cai Die Town, The sky leak in that area was made up by Ran-er, he's
not as good as you, so why don't you go take a look at the place that needs
strengthening."

It was only after hearing his words that Chu Wanning finally felt the need to
go over to the Alchemy Hall. Thus, he didn't say anything else, accepted the
letter, and left the Alchemy Heart Hall.
135. Shizun Thieves

Yuliang Village was a very small village, and the people living in the village
head were a little old. There weren't many young people, so every year
when the village was busy, immortal kings would come over to help.

No one would have accepted such a request, which had nothing to do with
cultivation. However, Xue Zhengyong and his brother had started their life
from scratch and were used to living in poverty. They were said to have
grown up eating a hundred meals.

Not only was he unable to refuse, he would always take it very seriously and
would always send his disciples to accomplish their task.

The village was not far from the SiSheng Peak, or close to it, but it’s too
pretentious to travel in a carriage.

So Xue Zhengyong prepared two fine horses for them. Chu Wanning went
down to the front of the mountain and saw Mo Ran standing under a tall
maple tree. It was late autumn, and the forest was gradually dyed red.

Just like a red carp.

Mo Ran was holding onto a black horse rope while the other white horse
intimately rubbed against his cheek.

He was playing with a handful of clover flowers, and when he heard

footsteps he turned his head and saw that a few red leaves had fallen and
Mo Ran was smiling up at them.

"Shizun."

Chu Wanning slowed down and stopped at the last few steps.

Sunshine penetrated through the lush leaves and the mossy stone steps. He
looked at the man not too far away. Perhaps it was because he had to do
farm work, so Mo Ran did not wear the white robe that he wore when he
returned.

He was dressed in black cloth, and his wrists were wrapped in gauntlets. It
was a very simple style, but his waist and legs were long and thin, and his
shoulders were broad. He looked very good, especially at the chest area,
because the collar was open so that you could see his firm, tight chest
muscles and his honey-colored skin bobbing up and down as he breathed.

If one were to say that the way Xue Meng wore armor that glittered with
silver light was called "Mingsao", it was the way a peacock spread its tail.
While Mo Ran is a sullen wind, the innocent wind, the rash and pure wind. In
a word, an honest man, that won't stir up anything but hard work.

"..." Chu Wanning looked at him a few times and then said, "Mo Ran."

"Hmm? What happened to Shizun? " The sturdy man asked with a smile.

Chu Wanning was expressionless, "Why are you so open, aren't you cold?"

Mo Ran slightly, immediately felt that the master was concerned about him.
He put the alfalfa back into the basket, clapped his hands, and ran up the
bluestone staircase. Standing tall and straight, he stood in front of Chu
Wanning, and before he could react, he had already grabbed his wrist.

"I'm not cold. I've been busy all morning, but I'm actually very hot." His heart
was at a loss for words. He smiled and placed his hand on his chest, "Shizun,
look, isn't it?"

So hot.

The young man's chest was extremely warm, accompanied by the sound of
his blood boiling and his eyes shining like the stars. Chu Wanning felt a
tingling sensation on his back, hurriedly shaking off his hand, and his face
darkened.
"Like what?"

"Ah... there’s a sweat? " After all, in his previous life, he was involved with
him because of his unreasonable compulsion. He did not think that Chu
Wanning would have any feelings for him, so he treated his Shizun's
displeasure as he could not stand the heat of the sweat on his body.

Thinking about how Chu Wanning loved cleanliness and didn't like being in
contact with people, Mo Ran couldn't help but blush. Scratching his head, he
said, "I was reckless …"

If he were to look carefully, he would notice that the deepest part of Chu
Wanning's handsome neck was a crimson red. Under his aloof and cold
eyelashes, a glimmer of love could be seen.

However, he did not realize at first glance that Chu Wanning would not give
him the chance to sense anything. His clean white shoes stepped on the
slippery green stone and walked straight to the black horse. He turned over
and mounted the horse, his movements smooth.

He was clad in white, and was mounted on a tall black horse. He turned his
head to look at his disciple who was standing on the ground, and his ice-jade
face appeared very untamed. He was still the sharpest Elder Yuheng, and
was beyond handsome.
"I'm leaving, hurry up and follow me."

As he spoke, his slender legs clamped down on the horse's belly. He rode on
the red dust cloud and galloped away.

He picked up the alfalfa basket that he had just fed halfway into his arms
and tied it to the back of the white saddle. Then he jumped onto the horse
and said, "That black horse is my horse, why is Shizun riding around …"
Shizun! "Wait for me!"

The two of them galloped on their horses, and in less than an hour, they
arrived at the village.

There were dozens of acres of rice fields outside the village, with golden
tassels and waves rolling around. There were more than thirty farmers busy
in the fields, and because there weren't many of them, regardless of their
age, they were all working. They were all hunched over with their sleeves
rolled up and swinging their scythes.

Mo Ran immediately went to look for the village chief and handed him the
letter. Without further ado, he changed into a pair of sackcloth shoes and
headed towards the interior of the stronghold. With his strength and vigor,
coupled with the fact that he was a cultivator, it would not be difficult for
him to cut some wheat. After half a day's work, two large fields of rice had
been cut off.
The golden tassels were piled on the edge of the paddy field, and the sun
was shining on them, filling them with the fragrance of grain. The mountain
fields were filled with the rustling of the scythes as farmers ploughed, and
the girls sitting on the ridge, busily tidying the ears while leisurely singing the
farm song.

"The sun goes down and the red flowers shine, the red flowers of the four
mountains against the peony, singing a love song, a red fan, ask your lover
about the hydrangeas. I pulled on husband’s belt. "I'm not free today.
Tomorrow, I'm going to chop firewood. My son has just come to my sister's
house."

This soft melody, this shy chant, came out of the peasant girl's mouth
unwittingly and floated between heaven and earth, landing in the heart of
the listener.

"I won't be free today. I'm going to chop firewood tomorrow. I won't be able
to come to my sister's house until a few days from now."

Chu Wanning didn't go down to the ground, instead, he held a hot water jar
and drank it while leaning against the tree. Listening to the song, his eyes
were following the hardworking figure in the distance, his heart was beating
fast, and the water was running down his throat, not to his stomach, but to
his chest.
"The voice of the flamboyant." When he finished the water, he commented
coldly. Go and return the porcelain vat to the village chief.

The village chief looked at him hesitantly.

Chu Wanning was a little angry and asked, "What's wrong?"

" Not going to the ground? " The Old Village Chief was a very straightforward
person. Since he had asked, he replied with a shaky voice. His white beard
trembled and his white brows furrowed, "Immortal … Are you here to
supervise the work? "

"..."

This was the first time Chu Wanning felt so awkward.

Underground …

Didn't Xue Zhengyong tell him to just watch from the side? You really want
him to go down?

… …. He wouldn't!
Unfortunately, the old Village Head looked at him with a look of reluctance.
Even a few young and old women beside him raised their heads when they
heard this and glanced at this well-dressed man.

A child with a bun asked crisply, "Grandma, grandma, this Taoist elder
brother is dressed so white, how could he go down to the ground?"

"His sleeves are so wide …" Another child muttered.

"The shoes are also clean..."

Chu Wanning felt awkward as he felt the words stabbing at his back. After
standing in place for a while, he didn't have the face to continue to relax, so
he chose a sickle. He did not remove his shoes when he went into the paddy
field, and the wet mud immediately wrapped around his feet, and the icy
cold water reached his ankles. Chu Wanning tried to walk two steps, but the
slippery feeling made him frown, and he tried swinging the sickle a few
times.

"... Pfft, this Taoist brother is so stupid." Two children, holding their cheeks,
saw him under the mulberry tree and giggled at him.

Chu Wanning: "..."

His face darkened, he was unwilling to get too close to these people. Chu
Wanning struggled to maintain a calm gait in the quagmire, with his pretty
face set straight, he strode towards the distant figure who had finished
cutting the rice.

He wanted to secretly take a peek at how Mo Ran did it.

The three of them would definitely have my teacher, and he was going to
steal my teacher.

Mo Ran was much more adept at sharecropping than Chu Wanning was.
Under the blazing sun, he bent over, raised his knife, and fell from the
golden tassels into his broad arms. He picked up the rice and carried it in
one hand, filled a bundle, and threw it into the bamboo basket behind him.

When he was doing these things, he was very serious, so he didn't see Chu
Wanning, he was honest and diligently lowered his soft eyelashes. There
was a vague shadow on his tall nose, and sweat dripped down his cheeks,
his body had a kind of wild aura, hot and passionate. Under the sun, his skin
was like burning copper and iron. He seemed to be sizzling and emitting
dense steam from the Sword Crafting Pool. It was so bright and brilliant.

Chu Wanning was enjoying the scene not far away when he suddenly
realized what he was doing. He frowned and shook his head. He mumbled
something and kept walking with a straight face.
He was going to steal a teacher!

He wanted to see how Mo Ran's hand could hold the scythe, and how the
angle of the fall was slanted. He wanted to see how the rice in his hand was
like iron wire, but in Mo Ran's palm, it was all soft and fragile girls.

Perhaps because he was too focused on watching, Chu Wanning did not
notice that there was a frog that jumped up with a "gu" sound and pounced
onto the ridge.

Chu Wanning was shocked and quickly retreated to avoid the attack. But the
paddy field was too slippery and he did not notice that the dignified elder
Yuheng fell forward like a valiant frog!

"Swish!"

Seeing that his face was about to be buried in the mud, Chu Wanning did
not have the time to cast any spells. Instead, he subconsciously pulled the
busy figure in front of him.

The girl with yellow flowers sang charmingly, "I'll pull the belt — when will it
be?"
Coincidentally, Chu Wanning pulled on Mo Ran's belt, staggered a few steps
forward, and fell into a fiery, manly chest, with a pair of sturdy arms
encircling around him.
136. Shizun, relax

As Mo Ran cut the rice, a hand suddenly grabbed his belt and pulled it down.
This feeling was also quite horrifying.

When he turned around and saw Chu Wanning, who was on the verge of
falling to the ground, he felt even more horrified.

Mo Ran hurriedly lost his scythe and turned to help him, but Chu Wanning's
pounce was so painful that half of his body almost fell to the ground. he
could not help him so he had to carry him. The faint fragrance of crabapple
blossoms, together with the man dressed in white, he firmly fell into his
arms, and Mo Ran hugged him without any hesitation. The rice straw that he
was holding in his arms fell to the ground.

"Shizun, why are you here? You scared me."

Chu Wanning: "..."

"This paddy field is very slippery. You have to be careful."

The person in his arms lowered his head and did not say a word. He was too
embarrassed to say a word. On the other hand, the singing Sichuan girl was
still dragging her throat, "I'll pull — — your belt — — Sigh — — when will it
be — —?"

Chu Wanning felt as if he had been struck by cold lightning. He quickly

retracted the hand that was holding onto Mo Ran’s Cloak and steadied
himself. He took a deep breath and pushed the man away. His expression
was still calm, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He was clearly flustered, but he still forced himself to stay calm.

"..." Mo Ran suddenly saw that his ears had turned red.

He suddenly remembered what it felt like to bite these ears in his previous
life. He remembered that every time he did this, Chu Wanning would
tremble slightly, and even if he was extremely unwilling, he would not be
able to escape in his arms.

Mo Ran's throat moved, and the burning gaze couldn't help but become
deeper …

At this time, Chu Wanning was furious. No one knew who he was angry at,
but he gritted his teeth and said, "What are you looking at? What is there to
see! "
His heart chilled as he snapped out of his daze.

Beast!

Just because he had a selfish desire, how could he feel sorry for his Shizun?
Shizun was so arrogant, how could he be willing to bow to him? He was a
cold and aloof person. Even his emotions and desires shouldn't have existed.
How could he continue to think about such outrageous things?!

Mo Ran shook his head repeatedly, tossing his head like a rattle.

Chu Wanning angrily retorted, "Why are you shaking your head and wagging
your tail!? Is it really that fun!? "

"..." Mo Ran stopped shaking at once, but glanced at him.

This person was clearly ashamed, but he habitually pulled at the mask in
annoyance. If one looked carefully, it would be easy to distinguish the color
in his eyes.

He was afraid that if he fell down in front of his disciple, it would be because
of a shrieking frog falling onto the ground. It would be very embarrassing.
So cute.

Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh.

Unexpectedly, when he smiled, Chu Wanning got even angrier. His black
brows knitted together in anger, almost to the point where his nose was
crooked, "What are you laughing at now? "I just don't know how to farm or
cultivate. What's so funny about that!"

"Yes, yes, yes. It's not funny, not funny." As Mo Ran coaxed him, his smile
immediately vanished as he became serious. the smile on his face
disappeared, but the light in his eyes could not be hidden. It was still as
bright as before, and it was indescribably brilliant.

After enduring for a while, the matter seemed like it was going to turn into a
different story. However, at this time, the frog that successfully hopped onto
the shelf puffed its cheeks, then arrogantly "croak croak" twice, as if
showing off.

Mo Ran's indifference was broken and he could not hold it in. He turned his
face to the side and covered the tip of his nose with his hand as if to cover it
with a cough.

However, he didn't cover it up well. He still laughed out loud.

"..." Chu Wanning was about to go crazy from anger. he was about to
stumble and climb up the ridge, but he was stopped by Mo Ran.

The two of them were very close. If it was any other time, Mo Ran would
have pulled him back. But today, he didn't. He still had the warmth of Chu
Wanning in his embrace, and the fragrance of the crabapple blossoms on his
clothes seemed to be lingering at the tip of his nose.

He felt his heart go soft and he wanted to melt.

However, he did not dare to let his heart melt. The person in front of him
was so good, and he wanted to hold him in his arms and worship him as if he
was a god. He did not want to use his vulgarity to hurt him even a little.

Therefore, he only called out to him, "Shizun."

"What? Haven't you laughed enough?" Chu Wanning squinted at him.

Mo Ran Flames Pear Vortex is very beautiful, instead it is not mocking, but
gentle: "Do you want to learn to farm? Actually, it's not that difficult for me
to teach you. Shizun is so smart, you will learn it immediately."

When Mo Ran taught him how to cut rice, Chu Wanning could not help but
think, he was here to steal a Shizun, how did he come here to take a Shizun?
What a mess.

However, Mo Ran taught him seriously and very carefully. Seeing his clumsy
moves, he did not laugh at him.

His eyebrows were pitch-black, as deep as ink, and his facial features were
much younger than when he was young. He had the sharp aura of hacking
and chopping, and this kind of appearance originally had a bit of
ruthlessness in it. However, his gaze was gentle and patient, as if he was
hiding a lot of things, but also seemed to not have done so because his
gentleness was too deep, and his years were too long.

"That's it. You need to use some skill. Do you understand?"

"... Right."

Chu Wanning did as he was told, but he was still not very flexible. He would
usually play with hard wood, but these soft rice stalks left him helpless.

Mo Ran watched for a moment, then he stretched out his well-

proportioned, muscular arm and adjusted the hand holding the scythe.
The touch of his skin only lasted for a split-second. Mo Ran did not dare to
touch him, and Chu Wanning did not dare to let him touch him.

One was a torrent that had nowhere to escape, the other was an almost
dried up depression. He could clearly enter here and it would be extremely
painful for him. He could no longer find an exit from the torrential waters,
and he could also be watered and licked until he cracked.

But just like that, they would avoid each other.

He taught him from behind, "Finger down a little bit more. Be careful not to
cut yourself."

One of them said very firmly, "I know."

"Relax, don't be so stiff."

"..."

"Relax."

However, the more Mo Ran said, the tighter Chu Wanning's spine and hands
became.
Relax, relax, how could he not want to? It was said so lightly! Mo Ran spoke
to him very close, and his breath was even brushing against the back of his
ears. The air was hot and heavy, with this man's unique wild scent, how
could he relax?!

His mind was inexplicably filled with wonder. He once again recalled that
shameful dream he had.

The dream was almost the same, Mo Ran was also beside his ear, his lips
would not stick up, but would rub against his ears.

He gasped, "Relax. Don't hold me so tight. "

Chu Wanning's face instantly turned red.

He tried his best to struggle free from such strange thoughts, but before
they could even calm down, he shook them off and thought of that
"Cultivator's Wealthy Class Size Ranking" again …

"..."

Chu Wanning felt like his head was smoking.

Mo Ran was surprised. "Why are you so tense? Do you —"

"I've already relaxed!" Chu Wanning suddenly turned around, his eyes filled
with spring water and flames of anger. He glared at him, at such a close
distance, he was almost like a sword piercing through Mo Ran's heart.

It was clear that both men's hearts were beating like a drum, but they could
not be heard from the other side unless he was closer, unless his chest was
pressed against his back, unless he was holding his hand, biting the tip of his
ear, holding his earlobe, panting and muttering to him, "Relax, don't be
nervous." Only then would they understand each other.

But apparently, Mo Ran wouldn't take initiative, so Chu Wanning wouldn't

either.

Thus, Mo Ran awkwardly retracted his hand, awkwardly straightened his

body, and said, "... Then Shizun, do you want to give it a try yourself? "

"Yes."

Mo Ran smiled at him again, then picked up his sickle and cut a few rice
grains not far from him. He suddenly thought of something and turned his
head. "Shizun."
"What?" Chu Wanning's face darkened.

Mo Ran pointed to his shoes and said, "Take off your boots."

"I won't."

"If you don't, you'll fall." Mo Ran was very sincere, "Your boots are so
slippery. I won't be able to stop you in time every time you fall."

"..." Chu Wanning thought about it gloomily. Finally, he walked to the edge
of the ridge, took off his shoes and socks, and threw them on the grass. he
returned to the paddy field barefooted and buried his head into the sand to
cut up the rice.

By noon, Chu Wanning had finally mastered the use of sickles and his
movements became smoother. He and Mo Ran rice piled up together into a
small golden mountain.

After cutting off another piece of the ground, Chu Wanning felt a little tired.
he stood up and took a deep breath, wiping the sweat off his forehead with
the corner of his sleeve. A breeze blew across the golden rice waves,
bringing with it a refreshing coolness. He gave an 'achoo' and Mo Ran
immediately turned around, looking very concerned.
"Isn't it cold?"

"Nope." Chu Wanning shook his head, "I just had some grass ashes in my
nose."

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a farmer's girl's

voice from under a mulberry tree in the distance. she shouted with her
mouth wide open, "It's lunch time — it's lunch time!"

"It's the girl who just sang, right?" Chu Wanning said without turning his
head.

Mo Ran leaned to the side and placed his hand on his eyebrow bow. He
gazed into the distance and said, "It really is her. Shizun recognized it? "

"Hmm, the sound of shouting for someone to eat is so unpredictable, there's

no one left." As Chu Wanning spoke, he moved the last basket of straw next
to the pile. he was too lazy to put on his shoes since they were already dirty,
so he walked towards the mulberry tree. Mo Ran smiled and shook his head.
He immediately picked up the shoes that he had left on the ground and
caught up with him.

The farm rice was cooked in a huge pot. Four or five farmer women were
carrying three wooden buckets. When they opened them, they found a pot
of steaming white rice, a bucket of boiled meat, and a bucket of green bean
curd soup.

In fact, the people in the lower cultivation world were not doing well, and
the meat was rather extravagant for the ordinary people. However, since
the immortal king had come, and the village chief could not say anything
about it, he decided to not take all the vegetables.

When the lid of the bucket was opened, those big and tall villagers couldn't
help but swallow their saliva due to the fragrance of the meat.

"The food's not good. Two immortal lords, please enjoy your meal." The
village chief's wife was a sturdy woman around fifty years old. She spoke
with a loud voice and a big smile. She said, "These are all our own cured
meat and vegetables. Don't mind them."

Mo Ran quickly waved his hand. "I don't mind, I don't mind." As he spoke, he
filled the bowl to the brim with two bowls of rice, gave it to his Shizun at the
top, and then scooped one bowl for himself.

Chu Wanning looked into the casserole and saw that the cabbage roasted
meat was filled with spicy seeds. he was a bit nervous, but the aunt was
particularly enthusiastic about him. he gave him a spoonful of hot broth and
stuffed him with several pieces of bright red meat.
"..." For someone who could eat spicy food, it was naturally delicious to the
point of killing him. However, to Chu Wanning, this bowl of food would cost
him his life.

However, it was hard to refuse a country bumpkin's enthusiasm. Chu

Wanning was frozen in place, when suddenly a hand came over, holding
another bowl, and passed it to him.

That bowl was filled with green vegetable soup made from tofu. Although it
was a little light, Chu Wanning liked it.

"Let's exchange for it." Mo Ran said.

"... It's fine, just eat your food." Chu Wanning did not pick up the message.

Seeing this, the aunt was stunned. After a long while, she finally reacted. she
slapped her head and cried out, "Aiya, could it be that this immortal lord
can't eat spicy food?"

Seeing his guilt, Chu Wanning said, "No, I can eat something." As he spoke,
he picked up a handful of rice that had been poured with gravy and placed it
in his mouth.

"..."
After a few moments of silence, Chu Wanning's face turned even redder
under the watchful eyes of the crowd. his taut cheeks started to tremble,
and finally …

"... Cough, cough, cough, cough! "

He coughed up earth-shattering amounts of blood.

Who said that love, poverty and sneezing were the only things that could
not be tolerated in this world.

There was obviously chilies.

In the end, Chu Wanning had overestimated himself. He had

underestimated the Chao Tian Jiao, so much that his face and his ears
turned red. The surrounding farmers were all shocked. The young children
hid behind the adults, laughing and being patted on the head by the adults.

After drinking the soup, Chu Wanning felt better. However, if it was hot, it
would only make his tongue hurt. He raised his head and looked at him with
tears in his eyes, saying, "More."

And more.
Chu Wanning asked for a bowl of soup, but Mo Ran couldn't help feeling his
body heat up from the look in his eyes, as if he was in a deep sleep.

For a moment he thought he saw the man who had lain under him in his
previous life, gasping for breath under the urging of the love potions and
desires, his body trembling slightly as he opened his unfocused eyes and his
wet lips opened and closed slightly. His voice was hoarse as he moaned,
"Please... more..."
137. Shizun and I will stay out for the night

The fingers of Mo Ran's hands were trembling, and his heart was beating
unimaginably fast.

The saddest thing about a man was that his lust for sex was not influenced
by his rationality. Even if he was unwilling, his lower body still felt
unbearably hot and swollen.

He cursed himself in a low voice, adjusted his sitting posture so that no one
could see it, and then bent over to scoop another bowl of soup for Chu
Wanning.

When the bowl was handed to him, his fingers brushed against Chu
Wanning. He was shocked as he felt a numbing sensation run through his
spine like a bolt of lightning. His hand trembled and the soup spilled out.

Chu Wanning frowned, he didn't care too much about it. he carried the bowl
of soup to his mouth and gulped down the numbness and pain. Mo Ran
looked at his lips without a word. They were red from the heat, like fresh
fruit among the leaves, and the branches were full of flowers.

The kiss was soft, warm, and moist.

"Pah!"

Mo Ran swung his arm and slapped himself.

Everyone was shocked as they looked at him in silence.

Mo Ran suddenly came back to his senses. He awkwardly cleared his throat
and said hoarsely, "There's a mosquito on my face."

"Ouch." Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out, making a fuss about nothing.
"The mosquitoes in the fall are the most poisonous, they have to survive the
winter after they've eaten their fill of blood. Did the immortal bring grass
ointment?"

"Huh?" Mo Ran was taken aback for a moment before he turned to look at
the source of the sound. The one who spoke was a smooth lady with black
hair and a bright green coat. she had a picturesque appearance, fair skin and
bold eyes. When she met Mo Ran's gaze, she became even more excited.

Mo Ran did not know how to react. He could only think, "Oh, it's that girl
who just sang a little tune."

He was slow, but the aunt sitting next to the girl was bright. she was a
woman who had seven children, and she saw through her aunt's thoughts
more than anyone else. "The immortal won't stay in the village for long.
Ling'Er, send a jar over to the Immortal Lord. "

The girl called Ling'Er immediately smiled brightly, "That's great. I'll bring it
to the immortal lord later tonight."

"..." Before Mo Ran could say anything, the two passionate ladies had
already made their decision for him. Mo Ran could not help but feel
speechless. He turned his head to look at Chu Wanning and saw him fished
out a handkerchief, wiping the soup stains on his hands in a slow and
unhurried manner. He had a look of disgust on his face.

Mo Ran was not good at dealing with women, so he whispered to Chu

Wanning, "I also spilled soup on my hand, I'll wipe them after you are done"

Chu Wanning then handed him his handkerchief, the same one with the
crabapple blossoms embroidered on it.

Although Chu Wanning looked thin and cold, he was actually someone who
had a long relationship with him. He had noticed in his previous life that the
style of this person's clothes and the furnishings in his room usually didn't
change much in ten to twenty years. It was just that he did not expect this
handkerchief to be the same.
It had been so long that the embroidered patterns had dimmed, and the
man who loved the old had not abandoned it.

Mo Ran wiped his hands and looked carefully at the handkerchief. He

suddenly realized that although the flower was meticulously embroidered,
the stitches were not good.

He thought to himself, “I reckon I pierced it myself when Shizun was bored”.

Thinking of Shizun poking the Begonia with a straight face, Mo Ran couldn't
help but want to laugh …

When he tried to take a closer look, the handkerchief was taken away by
Chu Wanning.

"What are you taking away for? I'll help you wash it."

"I can wash it myself." As Chu Wanning spoke, he picked up the chopsticks
again. How could Mo Ran be willing to watch him court his own death? He
hurriedly swapped a bowl of rice with him and said, "Eat this bowl of mine. I
haven't touched it before."

The Village Chief's wife also hurriedly said, "If the Immortal can't eat spicy
food, then don't. It's fine, it's fine."
Chu Wanning pursed his lips and said after a while, "I'm sorry." As he spoke,
he swapped dishes with Mo Ran, who took over his bowl and chopsticks.
Just as he was about to eat, he remembered that Chu Wanning had already
taken a bite of the dish and felt a strange warmth throbbing in his heart.

He picked up a piece of fat and thin streaky pork and put it in his mouth. The
chopsticks seemed to have bitten into his teeth as they brushed past his lips
…

In his previous life, he had been a debauchee, so what had he not done with
Chu Wanning before? But all his life he had only licked the chopsticks he had
used, his lips touching the bowl he had used.

It was actually just that, the lower part of his body was extremely hot and
hard.

Even if he was sternly admonishing himself not to have any lustful thoughts
towards his pure and innocent Shizun, his heart was not like his. He could
make himself not touch him, but it was impossible for him not to miss him.

He no longer held any hatred towards Chu Wanning. He initially thought

that after he stripped away his hatred, all he would feel for his Shizun was
respect and love.
However, he seemed to have thought wrongly. When the layer of hatred fell
down, what it revealed was actually moist feelings, a burning desire for love
… He was floating in the sea of desires, trying to climb up onto the shore by
himself. However, a single glance from Chu Wanning, a simple sentence,
was enough to drag him back into the abyss of desire.

He felt that he had really gone mad.

Chu Wanning did not like men, so even if Mo Ran died, he would not touch
or bully him.

Thus, desire burned into a sea of fire within his heart and spread into a vast
ocean. In the depths of the abyss, he even forgot about everything else.
Only the quiet person before him was able to enter his heart that was not at
peace.

As he sat beside him in the rustling autumn wind and the scented frogs, Mo
Ran suddenly thought that it would be nice if they could just stay like this for
the rest of their lives. Previously, he felt that he was lacking everything, so
he went crazy trying to snatch everything. But now, he felt that he had
everything, so he didn't dare to ask for more.

It would take about half a month for him to get busy with farming. During
this period of time, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were staying in Yuliang
Village.
Although this small village wasn't rich, it wasn't hard to clean up two empty
houses. It was just that the environment here was a bit difficult. The Village
Head's wife gritted her teeth and made two thick mattresses, saying that
she would lay them out for Mo Ran and the others. The two of them
tactfully declined.

Chu Wanning said, "It's warmer to spread the straw. You can keep it for
yourselves."

Mo Ran also smiled and said, "No matter what, we're cultivators. We can't
fight over the bedding with you."

The Village Chief apologetically replied, "I'm so sorry. There were many
mattresses in the past, but last year, when there was trouble, there was
water in the village and many things …"

"No problem," Chu Wanning replied.

After another few words of consolation, the Village Head and his wife finally
left while trembling in fear. Mo Ran helped to straighten up the bed, placing
a thick layer of straw under the mattress to make the bed softer. It looked
like a dog taking a soft pillow to its home.
Chu Wanning leaned against the table, looking at it blandly, "It's almost
done. If you continue making the bed, I'm afraid I'm not sleeping on the bed
anymore, I'm sleeping on a pile in the valley."

Scratching his head, he said, "I rushed it today. Tomorrow, I will go to a

nearby market and buy a mattress for Shizun."

"You went to buy a mattress, do you want me to do all the farm work?" Chu
Wanning glared at him, "That's it, that's good." He walked over and sniffed.
"There's the smell of rice."

Mo Ran said, "Impossible, Shizun, you are afraid of the cold the most, you
can't …"

"It's not winter yet." Chu Wanning frowned, "Why are you talking so much?
Go back to your room. After a day of fatigue, your feet are numb. I want to
sleep."

Mo Ran obediently left.

Chu Wanning had just taken off his shoes, scooped some water from the vat,
and washed his feet, preparing to climb onto his bed of rice. He heard a
knock on the door as Mo Ran had returned. Outside, he shouted, "Shizun,
I'm coming in!"
"..." Chu Wanning flew into a rage, "Didn't I tell you not to say 'I'm coming'
to me in the future!"

Mo Ran let him be angry, smiling as he rubbed his head against the half-
closed door. He really didn't have the hands to open the door, his sleeves
were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his honey-colored, tight, sexy arms.
He carried a bucket full of water, which was steaming.

The young man's eyes were particularly bright and burning in the mist.

Chu Wanning's heart was pounding, not knowing what to say.

Mo Ran brought the heavy bucket to his bedside and put it down. His face lit
up, and the dimples in his cheeks melted. He said, "Shizun, you should just
soak your feet. You've been tired all day. After soaking, I'll press down.
Shizun will sleep again."

"No …."

"I know, Shizun said there's no need." Mo Ran smiled. "I do. The first time I
worked in agriculture, my back ached. If Shizun doesn't rest well, he won't
be able to get up tomorrow. Those children at the head of the village will be
laughing at you again. "
The water in the bucket was very warm and even slightly hot, but it was not
unbearable.

Chu Wanning's bare feet were submerged in the water. his toes were
smooth and glossy, his ankle was smooth and distinct, and the skin on his
feet was very white. It had been a long time since the sun had risen, it could
even be called pale.

Seeing this, Mo Ran suddenly felt Chu Wanning's skin was even whiter and
purer than those beautiful Sichuan sisters.

When he thought about it, even the woman he had married in his previous
life, Song Qiu Tong, did not feel as good as Chu Wanning did. Pui, what are
you thinking about?

Thus, Chu Wanning started soaking his feet, while Mo Ran sat at the
opposite side of the table and started reading.

He had brought a book with him. It was a somewhat boring book on healing
immortal arts. The room was very quiet, so quiet that both of them slowed
their breathing, not wanting to let the other hear them. In the lit room, the
only sound that could be heard was the sound of Chu Wanning's feet
moving in the water.

"I'm done washing. I'm not sore anymore. You can go back."
But Mo Ran never believe in Chu Wanning’s ‘no pain’, instead he put down
his book, lowered himself near the bed, and half-knelt down. He grabbed
one of Chu Wanning's legs that he wanted to pull back, but his eyes showed
that he was not going to deny it.

"After I'm done massaging for Shizun’s feet, I'll go back."

"..." Chu Wanning wanted to kick him so that he could get him to f * ck off
and not talk in front of him.

But the hand that held him was so strong, so rough, the calluses on the skin
between the web of his hand and his fingers, and his feet were so sensitive
from the hot water, that for a moment he felt an itch and wanted to laugh,
so he put all his strength into it and missed the last chance to pick up the
weight and get rid of Mo Ran.

Mo Ran was half-kneeling. He had already placed his feet on his knees,
lowered his eyes, and began patiently and carefully massaging his feet.

"Shizun, isn't it cold in the paddy fields?" he asked.

"Not bad."
"There are also a lot of dead branches and rotten leaves. Look over here,
they're all scratched."

"..." Chu Wanning looked at the side of his right foot, and sure enough, there
was a small wound, "It's just a small wound, I don't feel anything."

Mo Ran said, "I brought some ointment for bruising. Shizun, please wait a
moment, I'll apply it for you. Aunty's concoction is especially useful, it will
heal your wounds in one night." As he said this, he walked out of the room.
His cabin was right next to Chu Wanning's, and they were only ten steps
apart from each other. He quickly went back and brought back a jar of
ointment.

"Is there a need to be pretentious?"

"How can that be pretentious? If it festers, it will become even more

troublesome. Come, Shizun, give me your foot."

He had lived for so many years, his feet were a private place, he was usually
well-dressed, and of course he wouldn't wander around barefooted. Not
many people had ever seen this kind of flesh, let alone touched it.

Because he was fearless, he didn't know what it was like to be stepped on,
so he let Mo Ran and he squeezed it a few times. Unexpectedly, he felt that
it was so numb and soft, like there were ants in his heart that were trying to
devour him.

Mo Ran could see that his clean feet were half covered by his clothes, the
hot water finally gave them some color. Chu Wanning's toes were well-
proportioned and delicate, the toenails were like a thin layer of ice on the
surface of the lake in the southern winter, they were crystal clear, but the
toe tips that had just been soaked had a tinge of crimson.

It was as if a budding flower had been frozen in the ice.

Mo Ran fell to his knees again, his expression gentle and respectful as he
held that warm crabapple flower in his palm.

He felt the Begonia trembling in his hands as its petals rustled. He suddenly
wanted to lower his head and bend down to kiss it, telling it not to be
anxious or afraid. He wanted it to unwind and release its petals.

"Shizun..."

"What's wrong?"
He thought he heard Chu Wanning's hoarse voice. It sounded like he was
trying to suppress the flowers. The flowers were almost unable to bear the
pressure and the dew was about to drip onto the ground.

Mo Ran suddenly raised his head. At this moment, the candle flame
exploded with a crackling sound, causing a string of sparks to burst out. The
candle tears slowly dripped down. He happened to meet Chu Wanning's
gaze. Within the light, their eyes were very bright, filled with both desire and
fire.

"You …"

Chu Wanning let go of his two eyelashes and said lightly, "My feet are itchy,
hurry up."

In the blink of an eye, Mo Ran's face turned red. Fortunately, it was not easy
to tell since it was completely sunburned. He mumbled an "Oh" and applied
the ointment on the other party with a flushed face.

His ears could not help but repeatedly echo him, "Hurry up."

His Adam's apple moved as he looked at the delicate skin in front of him.
He thought of his past life, which was getting clearer and clearer. He thought
of the messy bed in the Wu Mountain Hall. The bed was bright red, which
made Chu Wanning's skin even whiter. They were entangled like wild beasts,
panting and growling, stinking and sticky.

He thought of Chu Wanning moaning under him, his ice-like voice heated up
by the waves of love, turning into soft water.

"Hurry up/faster... Ah …" Chu Wanning seemed to be moaning right next to

his ear, he could almost hear him.

Mo Ran suddenly closed his eyes and frowned.

Now, he finally understood one thing: it was too difficult for him to be good
to Chu Wanning.

If he was too far away, he might not be able to cover this person up. He was
afraid that he wouldn't be able to take good care of him.

He was getting closer and closer, but he couldn't suppress the evil fire in his
heart. If he wasn't careful, his mind would be torched. He was afraid that he
would do something beyond his limits.
He wanted to be with him, he wanted him. At this moment, he suddenly felt
that what he wanted to do was not to kneel here and rub his feet. This
person was sitting right in front of him on the bed. His strength was no
longer any weaker than it used to be, and Chu Wanning could not escape
from him.

He yearned to fuck him, to push him down onto the bed. He yearned until
his throat was dry and his desire was painful. He wanted to press his body
against Chu Wanning and move rhythmically.

"Shizun, it's finished!" He almost shouted it out loud. It gave Chu Wanning a
fright.

Only Mo Ran knew that his back was drenched in cold sweat.

He suddenly felt extremely sorrowful — — Why couldn't he be clean and

nice to his Shizun, why couldn't he be open and nice to his Shizun, why
couldn't he get rid of those burning desires?

Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning...

His Shizun was the most aloof person in the world. If he knew that his
disciple held such feelings for him, how much disdain and contempt would
he have?
Two lifetimes.

He didn't want him to look down on him again.

Chu Wanning put on his shoes and socks. Throughout the whole process,
Mo Ran kept his head down and didn't speak. He looked like an obedient
dog, but only he knew that what was locked in his heart was an unsatisfied
wolf.

After a long while, Mo Ran finally suppressed the scorching heat in his heart
and said, "Shizun should rest well. If there's any discomfort tomorrow, you
shouldn't go down to the ground. I'll take care of two people by myself."

Before Chu Wanning could say anything, a tender voice shouted from
outside, "Immortal Mo, Immortal Mo, are you there?"
138. Shizun is probably going to beat me to death!
Chu Wanning's eyelids twitched as he calmly looked at Mo Ran and said,
"It's for you."

"... Ah? Who will look for me at this time? " At this moment, Mo Ran's eyes
were only focused on Chu Wanning. He had long forgotten what he had said
and done with the villagers.

"The one who sang during the day. That's the prettiest girl in the village."

"Is that so... Why do I feel that the girls in this village all look the same …"

Hearing his words, Chu Wanning did not say anything at first. Then, he
asked, "It's been five years since we last met. When were you blind?"

"..."

Chu Wanning's tone was flat, but when Mo Ran looked up, he could see a
hint of a smile in the depths of his eyes. He seemed to be in the mood to
joke around. Mo Ran couldn't help but feel flattered, and his mood instantly
brightened quite a bit.
The girl called Ling'er held a white cloth bag with a green background and
shouted towards the room where Mo Ran was. "Immortal Mo, Mo –"

"I'm here." Suddenly, a man's deep voice came from behind her. Ling'er
turned his head and saw that Mo Ran had parted the curtain halfway. he
leaned against the door and smiled at her. "Miss, it's so late. What's the
matter?"

Ling Er was startled at first, but then she rejoiced and immediately walked
up to him. "Luckily the immortal lord isn't asleep yet. This is for you, I asked
Third Aunt for it."

“I told you at noon. You can use it. " she handed him the cloth bag in her
arms.

Mo Ran opened it and saw that there were three clay pots inside.

"This is?"

"Herbal ointment." Ling'er said passionately, smiling as she pointed to his

cheeks. "In the fields at noon, you said that you were bitten by a mosquito
…"
"Ah!" Mo Ran was suddenly enlightened and immediately felt a bit
embarrassed. He casually made excuses and this girl actually believed him so
innocently. She actually gave him a herbal ointment. This made him feel a
bit embarrassed.

The villagers of Yulang Village were too simple and honest...

"But the bite shouldn't be too fierce." Ling'er suddenly stood on her tiptoes
and carefully examined Mo Ran's face. her smile became even more
brilliant. "I don't see any mosquitoes here."

Mo Ran coughed dryly. "After all, I'm an immortal cultivator …"

Ling'er then clapped her hands and laughed, "You people are really
interesting, and so funny. If I had talent, I would also want to cultivate to
become an Immortal.”

The two chatted for a while longer before Mo Ran thanked her and took the
herbal ointment back to the house. Chu Wanning had already moved to
another seat and was sitting by the side of the table, flipping through the
books left behind by Mo Ran. When he heard the commotion, he raised his
eyes and looked at him again.

"Herbal ointment." Mo Ran felt embarrassed.

Chu Wanning said, "Did you really get bitten by a mosquito? Come, let me
take a look."

Under the lights, Mo Ran's face was the color of honey. It was slightly dark,
but it made his face look even more heroic. Chu Wanning stared at it for a
while before asking, "... Where's the bag? Where is it?"

Mo Ran scratched his head in embarrassment. "The thickness of my skin has

disappeared long ago." As he spoke, he placed the three jars of herbal
ointment on the table, "I don't need these. Shizun, you should keep them.
It's easier for you to get bitten by mosquitoes."

Chu Wanning declined to comment and just said, "It's the Gold Sore
Medicine and the Grass Ointment. If you continue, I'll open a medicine
store."

Mo Ran rubbed his handsome nose and laughed. His laugh was very
reserved and very straight. Chu Wanning looked at him and poked his
forehead, "It's getting late, go back to your room and sleep."

"Mm. Shizun, have a good dream."

"Good night."
That night, however, the people lying in the two old grass huts in the small
courtyard ten steps away were not the same as they had been when they
had wished each other good wishes. Neither of them had fallen asleep, and
they tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Naturally, Chu Wanning could not say much. He felt that his feet had been
numb to this point. He could feel the small cocoon which was burning his
fingers, rubbing against him.

Mo Ran is much more complicated, he turned over and over in his mind, his
head resting on the crook of his arm as he constantly closed the cracks on
the bed. He kept repeating in his heart: "If Shizun is a god or an immortal,
then he is aloof from worldly affairs. No matter what happened in my
previous life, I must never commit another foolish act in this life."

What's more, there was also Shi Mei.

That's right, he should think about Shi Mei — Shi Mei...

Suddenly, he felt even worse.

In fact, ever since he returned to the SiSheng Peak and saw Shi Mei, he had
always felt that he did not have much passion for him.
It seemed that liking and protecting the identity of Shi Mei had already
become a habit, one that did not need to think about. He did it all the time,
but then what?

He still felt close to Shi Mei from five years ago, but when facing that
handsome and pretty man from five years later, a sense of unfamiliarity
grew in Mo Ran's heart.

This unfamiliarity left him at a loss. He suddenly didn't know what was
wrong with him, and what he should do next.

The next day, Chu Wanning woke up very early.

When they walked outside, Mo Ran happened to pull up the curtain and the
two of them bumped into each other.

Mo Ran said, "Good morning, Shizun."

"Morning." Chu Wanning looked at him, "...You didn't sleep well? "

Mo Ran forced a smile and said, "I'm not used to the bed, so it's alright. I'll
be fine after a short rest at noon."
They went to the fields together. The morning wind was filled with the
sweetness of grass and trees, and the air was empty. Occasionally, they
could hear the croaking of frogs and the clear cry of autumn cicadas.

Chu Wanning yawned lazily. When he caught sight of something, he couldn't

help laughing.

"Mo Ran."

"Hmm?"

A hand reached over and brushed past his hair. Chu Wanning pulled a strand
of straw from his hair and smiled, "You aren't rolling around on the bed, are
you? It's all over your head."

Mo Ran was about to explain himself when he suddenly saw that there was
a small piece of straw on Chu Wanning's head. He couldn't help but laugh as
well, "Then Shizun is rolling on the floor too."

As he spoke, he helped Chu Wanning pick out the golden stalk of grass.

As the sun rose in the east, the Shizun and disciple looked at each other
amidst the overwhelming splendor of the golden wall. One of them lowered
his head slightly, while the other looked up slightly.
It was just that five years ago, the one who had lowered his head was Chu
Wanning, and the one who had raised it was Mo Ran. It seemed as if time
was finally going to come to an end. In the gentle light of the morning, Mo
Ran couldn't help but jump into the field. he opened his arms and smiled at
the person in front of him. "Shizun, you come down. I'll catch you."

"..." Chu Wanning stared at the half man tall field and said, "Are you sick?"

"Hahaha."

He took off his shoes and socks and lightly jumped into the paddy field. The
water rippled and made his feet feel a little cold, so Chu Wanning waved his
wide sleeves and majestically drew a large field of rice into his range, "These
are all mine. The rice I cut yesterday was not as much as yours, so I will
make you admit defeat today."

Mo Ran extended his arms and scratched his head, the corners of his mouth
curled up, and a very pretty smile appeared on his face.

"Alright, if I lose, I will make Shizun a lot of Lotus Pancakes, a lot of crab
powder and lion heads."

Chu Wanning said, "Add a lot more osmanthus candy."

"Good! What if Shizun loses? " Mo Ran's eyes sparkled with the light of
water, penetrating like the stars. "So what?"

Chu Wanning cast a sidelong glance at him, "What do you want?"

Mo Ran pursed his lips and thought for a long time, then said, "If Shizun
loses, you will have to eat a lot of the Lotus Blossom Soup I made, a lot of
crab powder and lion heads."

After a pause, a gentler voice landed in the cool breeze.

"Add a lot of osmanthus root as well."

No matter who wins or loses, I want to treat you differently.

Chu Wanning cut the rice back in time. He was a person who refused to
admit defeat. It was fine if he was laughed at yesterday, but today, he could
not be looked down upon. Holding his breath, he buried his head in the
sand. By noon, he had cut out more grain than Mo Ran.

Sitting under the mulberry tree, he was a little proud of his meal. Although
he didn't say anything, nor could he see anything on his face, his eyes were
always on the dam, looking at the rice that he had already planted into a
mountain of gold.

Everyone sat around the table. Seeing that Mo Ran was eating fast, the aunt
quickly said, "Ling'er, go and get more food for the Immortal."

As if in a hurry, he put down his chopsticks and smiled. "No need, I'm full. I
have something to do, so I need to go out of the village first. I'll come back
later. You guys can eat first."

Ling'er was very surprised, but soon revealed an uneasy expression, "Is this
all you can eat? Is the food not to your taste? If you don't like it... Would you
like... I'll cook some for you alone …"

"No, no. It's very palatable." Mo Ran naturally couldn't see through her
thoughts. He smiled and waved his hand, then strode towards the direction
of the stables.

Chu Wanning asked, "Where are you going?"

Mo Ran turned his face to the side and said, "Go buy some things. I'll be
back soon."
"Immortal Lord —"

"Whatever, let him be." Chu Wanning picked up a piece of fried tofu and
said lightly.

Although these two deities came together, they knew who had a higher
position, who had a lower position, and whose words were heavier.
Everyone could tell, not to mention Chu Wanning, who had a cold
appearance, since he had spoken, the villagers could not ask any further and
allowed Mo Ran to leave.

After dinner, everyone was in groups of three or five, either chewing

tobacco and leaves on the ground or napping with their eyes closed, the
peasant woman was knitting a piece of winter clothing, the children were
riding on a bamboo horse, a thin house cat was sniffing at the ground
expectantly, the tip of his pink nose twitched, and his ears pricked. He was
looking for something to eat in the cold.

Chu Wanning was resting against a pile of valleys with hot tea in his hands.
Seeing that the cat was pitifully thin, he waved at it, wanting to get it
something to eat. Unfortunately, it was very alert towards the living, and
when it saw Chu Wanning raise his hand, it thought he was going to hit it, so
it scurried away.

Chu Wanning: "..."

Was he that fierce? That even cats dislike him?

Just as he was thinking gloomily, he suddenly heard the tinkling sound of a

copper piece. Ling'er happily carried a cup of tea and sat beside Chu
Wanning.

Chu Wanning turned to look at her, not showing much emotion.

This girl was very pretty, and what was even rarer was that she wasn't thin,
she was a plump female that was rarely found in the countryside. She also
knew how to dress herself. She had no spare money to buy a dress, so she
washed herself up with some fine pieces of copper and iron, grinded into
warm rings, and strung them on the hem of her dress. They jingled as she
walked, and the sun shone brightly in the sunlight.

"Immortal." She called out to him, her voice like ripe berries.

"What is it?" Chu Wanning asked. The voice was like cold smoke.

Ling'er was slightly surprised by his lack of kindness, but soon she smiled and
said, "It's nothing. Seeing how the Immortal is sitting by himself and is
bored, I must come and have a chat with the Immortal."

"..."
Chu Wanning did not think that he had an amiable face. That cat was
probably the best proof of that. However, humans and cats were different.
Cats could not scheme against each other, but humans could have other
motives.

Sure enough, Ling Er told him a bunch of nonsense and then casually asked,
"Immortal, you guys are at the SiSheng Peak … What kind of person would
you take as a disciple? Look at me. Can you?"

"Hold out your hand," Chu Wanning said.

"Ahh …" She opened her eyes wide, and then, somewhat excitedly, did as he
said. Chu Wanning lightly placed his fingertips on her pulse, after a long
while, he said, "Nope."

Ling'er's face turned red. "Is … is there no Wisdom Root?"

"If you knew that I wanted to test your Spiritual Core when I told you to
extend your hand, you should have asked others before." Chu Wanning said,
"Miss' immortal fate is shallow, so I'm afraid that you won't be able to reach
the Foundation Establishment stage even if you cultivate to the age of
eighteen. It's better to just give up on this idea."
Ling'Er didn't say anything. Her face was downcast. After a long while, she
finally shook her lips and said softly, "Many thanks to the Immortal for his
guidance."

"No need to thank me."

She left silently, and Chu Wanning looked at her back with mixed feelings.
For many people in the lower cultivation world, they were even more eager
than the common people to become members of the Immortal Cultivation
World. This was because for the people in the upper cultivation world,
cultivation was simply a matter of honor and glory.

However, to the people of the lower cultivation world, sometimes it meant

that they were protecting their lives.

Chu Wanning leaned against the pile of grains and took a sip of tea. The
weather had turned cold, so he hadn't had a drink for quite some time. The
tea was getting colder and colder. He drank it in twos and threes and closed
his eyes in an attempt to take a nap, but last night he had slept too late, and
this morning he had been busy all morning, and the sleep had been a deep
sleep for most of the day.

When he woke up again, the sky was red and the trees were covered with
graffiti and the rows of fields were littered with rice stalks and bits of falling
grain.
Chu Wanning was shocked and his eyes widened.

He slept through the night under the canyon. Perhaps it was because of his
status, but the peasants were too embarrassed to wake him up. Not only did
they let him sleep like this, but they also covered him with clothes for fear
that he would catch a cold.

"..."

Clothes …

Chu Wanning wanted to sit up, but a familiar smell came from the tip of his
nose. He came to his senses and looked down at the robe. It was made of
thick, but clean material .

It was Mo Ran.

He didn't know why, but after realizing this fact, Chu Wanning stopped
sitting up. He relaxed his back and lay back down, half of his face covered by
the robe, revealing only a pair of bright eyes, slightly squinting, hiding an
inexplicable emotion.

This is crazy.
He squinted his soft eyelashes, searching for the figure of that person in the
field. He found it very quickly. After all, Mo Ran was now so handsome and
tall that he would be very eye-catching wherever he stood.

The young man was helping the village chief carry the rice onto the oxcart.
His back was facing Chu Wanning, and after working hard for the entire day,
he felt a bit hot. Like the other farmers, he took off his robe and shirt,
exposing his strong, honey-colored back.

Under the hot sunset sun, his broad back was suffused with heat. Sweat
slowly trickled down his muscles, into his waist socket, and snaked beneath
his tight waist.

He was like hot iron, like charcoal in a furnace, burning all the feelings of
love into a steaming male desire. Chu Wanning watched from a distance,
and his eyes gradually lost all other sights, leaving only his fresh fur, smooth
jaguar muscles, and his half-distorted face when he joked with the village
chief.

Seemingly sensing the gaze behind him, Mo Ran turned around. Chu
Wanning quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

His heart was beating like a heavy rain, and his ears were filled with the
sound of rumbling blood.
After a long time, he peeped under the curtain of eyelashes, opening a gap
quietly. Mo Ran had already turned around, and Ling'er walked over to him
from the ridge. Her eyes were bashful as she handed him a handkerchief.

"Immortal, wipe your sweat."

Mo Ran was carrying a stack of straw to the car. He smiled and said, " I’m
too busy. Wait a moment."

Ling'er seemed very happy as she stood beside him, occasionally stretching
out her hand to touch him. Mo Ran was rather surprised by the girl's
enthusiasm. "Thank you."

She was even more delighted by the sight of this tall and sturdy man
emitting a masculine charm that was within reach. She heard his breathing,
looked at his relaxed shoulders and involuntarily blushed, forgetting that
men and women shouldn't be so intimate with each other. Grabbing the
handkerchief tightly in her hands, she gently said, "Immortal, if you don't
wipe your sweat, it will be in your eyes."

Mo Ran busily said, "No hands, no hands."

"Let me help you wipe …" Before she could finish, she felt a chill behind her
back.
At some point, Chu Wanning had appeared behind them. He still had a thick
black robe that burned on his shoulders, and his face had a sickly look. He
had the aura of a newly awakened cultivator as he said, "Mo Ran."

"Huh?" The person who was still busy a moment ago immediately put down
the rice and turned around, rubbing his nose. The moment he saw Chu
Wanning, he smiled and said, "Shizun is finally awake."

Chu Wanning looked him up and down, "Are you cold?"

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Hot."

As soon as he finished his sentence, the drop of sweat that had accumulated
on his forehead started dripping down. He squinted one of his eyes and
looked at Chu Wanning with the other. Of course, he felt embarrassed to ask
a girl to borrow a handkerchief, so he asked Chu Wanning, "Shizun, my eyes
…"

"I washed my handkerchief."

"..."

Ling'er hurriedly said, "Then use my —"

Chu Wanning ignored her and walked straight up to him . His expression was
dull, but he looked up. He raised his plain white sleeve and gripped it,
carefully wiping Mo Ran's face.
139. Shizun's Dream
Mo Ran froze in an instant.

The fragrance of the crabapple blossoms was familiar to him. Although Chu
Wanning did not have much of an expression on his face, the cuffs that
landed on his eyelids were very gentle.

He wiped it very carefully. The most important thing was that the man in
white was standing so close to him, he could even see the fine lines on his
lips. He just needed to lower his head to kiss them.

Hold the soft, tender stamen between your lips and teeth.

"You won, but you didn't wake me up."

Chu Wanning finished wiping the sweat off his forehead and suddenly said
this.

"I didn't win. The one who won was Shizun."

"You didn't cut any rice this afternoon?"

"No, I don't have much left. I went to the market and spent some money to
buy items for winter. I went from house to house and took some time off.
That's why Shizun cut more than me."

Chu Wanning hummed in a light and satisfied voice.

After a while he asked, "What did you buy at the market? A mattress? "

Before Mo Ran could speak, Ling'Er, who was standing beside him,
interrupted with a smile, "The Immortal has bought a lot of things, but he
has exhausted himself to the point of killing that camel horse."

"Not much. Just charcoal. I bought some meat and some candy."

"More than that." Ling'er said. "The immortal also bought a mattress for
everyone, and the old lady who played cotton balls followed him directly
into the village. They loaded it up to the brim."

Chu Wanning was surprised, "Where did you get so much money from?"

"Usually saved. Actually, those mattresses are not expensive, they are much
cheaper than the ones in the cultivation world."
"What about the meat?"

"I bought it casually. I told the village chief to bring it back to cook tomorrow
for everyone to eat."

Chu Wanning's expression did not change as he asked, "What about the
sugar?"

Ling'er clapped her hands and smiled. "Of course, we should buy it for the
children at the head of the village. Immortal Mo has been giving them the
malt candy and osmanthus cakes the moment we got back. Many of the girls
in our village have never eaten these sweets before, so we can't say how
happy they are."

She paused, then said with a hint of sweetness, "I got one too."

This girl was one of those who would get into trouble, and she was naturally
familiar with him. Previously, she had interrupted him a few times, but Chu
Wanning didn't mind.

"Is it delicious?"

Ling'er said without holding back, "It's very delicious. It's so sweet."
Chu Wanning seemed to sneer, "Then eat more." With that, he flicked his
sleeves and left. Mo Ran had made him unhappy again. Just as he was about
to give chase, he was met with a burst of darkness. Chu Wanning threw the
robe he was wearing over his face, and Mo Ran caught it, pulling it down to
look at him anxiously.

"Shizun?"

"Naked as hell! Even if you weren't cold, I would still feel cold!" Chu
Wanning snapped, "Put it on!"

"..."

Although Mo Ran was very hot, he did not say a word since Chu Wanning
had already said so. He immediately put on the clothes, sweat sticking to the
fabric and feeling a little uncomfortable. He lifted his head and looked at him
blankly.

Chu Wanning frowned and said, "Pull down your sleeves!" Who was he
showing it to! "No rules!"

"..." Mo Ran immediately straightened his clothes. He folded his collar very
high and it was very tight. There was not even half an inch of skin and flesh
exposed, but there was a kind of restrained beauty to it. When Chu Wanning
saw this, he became even more furious. He cursed under his breath and left,
leaving Mo Ran standing there like a silly dog.

The couple and Ling'er, who were watching from the side, were completely
confused. Ling'er said with concern, "Immortal … So fierce... I've never seen
anyone with such a weird temper …" She whispered, somewhat piteously,
even ingratiatingly.

"Your Shizun really doesn't treat you well. Only with your gentle nature can
you endure –"

She muttered as she turned her head back, but suddenly met Mo Ran's gaze.
Half of her words were instantly cut off from her lips. This was because she
saw that Immortal Mo, who had always been smiling and amiable, suddenly
had a sullen look on his face.

She stopped talking abruptly, but Mo Ran turned his face away. The light
changed, and the color of his eyes was no longer easily discernible. Ling'er's
heart was pounding. She didn't know if it was her imagination, or the
mountain of a man in front of her, but another face appeared.

Mo Ran said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, you guys stay busy. I'm worried
about him. I’ll go take a look." As he spoke, he took a big step away.
Chu Wanning stood by the riverbank, the sky was full of reeds and flowers,
the setting sun was half soaked in the sparkling water, and the river seemed
to be burning with fire.

Mo Ran panicked and ran away. When he stopped behind Chu Wanning, he
panted, "Shizun."

"..."

"What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you unhappy?"

"I'm happy."

Mo Ran was stunned. "What?"

Chu Wanning turned around and said gloomily, "I'm not happy."

Mo Ran: "..."
He didn’t intend to talk with Chu Wanning like a tongue twister. He took a
closer look at his face and suddenly thought of something. He couldn't help
but laugh, "I know why Shizun is unhappy."

Chu Wanning's hands were tightly clenched in his sleeves, his shoulders
were slightly moved, but his face was still calm. "I said that I'm not …"

On the other hand, Mo Ran walked over and stood under a tree with his
hands behind his back. The old banyan tree by the side of the river had some
thick meridians that were exposed on the ground.

He was standing on a protruding vein, appearing even taller.

Chu Wanning was alarmed, but at the same time, he felt displeased and
said, "Get down here."

"Oh."

Mo Ran jumped lightly and the tip of his foot left the boil in the tree, landing
in front of Chu Wanning. This tree was made of only a few thick roots, so Mo
Ran could only stand very close to him in order to avoid the high ground.
He lowered his head, and his breath could almost touch the lashes of Chu
Wanning. Chu Wanning then said with a dark face, "You go up."

"...Go up and come down. Is Shizun joking with me?"

Chu Wanning also knew that he was making a ruckus in a fit of rage. Once he
was exposed, he simply kept silent and said nothing gloomily.

Mo Ran stretched out his hand from behind his back. A handful of candy
appeared out of nowhere. It was wrapped in rice paper and held in the palm
of his hand in all sorts of colors, forming a sweet little mountain.

"Don't be angry, I left it for you."

"..." Chu Wanning was angered to the point that he wanted to vomit blood.
He raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Mo Weiyu!"

"Here!" Mo Ran hurriedly stood up straight.

"Who wants to eat sugar? Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? Or do you
think I'm a girl? I don't even— mmph?!"

A candy was pressed to his lips and placed in his mouth.

Chu Wanning was stunned.

In a split-second, his ears turned red and he didn't say anything. His face also
turned red. It was unknown if it was because of shame or anger, but his
phoenix eyes widened as he stared at the smiling man in front of him in both
surprise and anger.

"It's made of cow's milk. You like it the most."

Chu Wanning was suddenly at a loss for words. He felt powerless, like a cat
whose claws had been cut off. The threat of baring its fangs and brandishing
its claws became completely useless.

He had a candy with the smell of cow's milk. Because he had just left in a
hurry, a small amount of hair on his forehead had been blown up by the
wind, causing it to quiver softly like a blade of grass. When Mo Ran saw this,
he felt very itchy in his heart. He wanted to reach out and touch that strand
of hair.

He was a man who liked to do things.

As he thought of this, he stretched out his hand.

"..." Chu Wanning was speechless.

Mo Ran laughed, "I bought some sweets and snacks for everyone in the
village, but I bought the most delicious ones for Shizun. I hid them in my
sleeves. The pastries are in your room, so when you go back in the evening
and stealthily eat them, don't let those little fellows see it. It's a Lotus
Blossom Sesame, and it's very beautiful.

Chu Wanning did not say anything. After a long time, he used the tip of his
tongue to roll up the melted milk candy. He raised his eyes and looked at the
man in front of him in the reeds beneath the old banyan tree.

After a long while, he threw out two words without any warning, "Sweet
osmanthus root."

Mo Ran smiled. "Bought it."

"Crab powder and lion's head."

"I bought it too."

"..."
Chu Wanning tilted his head. He felt that he had lost a lot of his dignity
today. He wanted to pick up his dignity from the dust, so he straightened his
posture and raised his chin, "Too bad I missed Pear Blossom Bai."

He probably thought that the way he lifted his chin was very serious and
very oppressive.

However, that was in the past, when Mo Ran was only a teenager.

Chu Wanning didn't know that if he continued to do so, it would only show
Mo Ran the soft lines of his lower jaw, the Adam's apple that was exposed
after raising his chin, and his neck that was as white as porcelain.

He was like a cat with a high opinion of itself, putting its weakest spot under
the lips of a wolfhound, but he was unaware of his pride. He thought that he
had intimidated the wolf, but he did not know that the wolf just wanted to
suck his throat into its mouth, lick, kiss, and swallow it.

Idiot.

It took Mo Ran a lot of willpower to move his gaze away from Chu
Wanning's chin. When he looked at the person in front of him, his eyes
turned dark and his voice was low.
He forced a smile and said, "Yes."

Chu Wanning did not react and frowned, "What?"

"Pear Blossom Wine ."

Mo Ran heaved a sigh of relief, suppressing the desire in his heart as he said
hoarsely.

"Pear blossoms wine, there is some too."

Chu Wanning: "..."

"Walking on the road, I thought Shizun might want to drink it. Fortunately, I
bought it."

Chu Wanning stared at the disciple in front of him who was trying his best to
curry favor with him. Suddenly, he was speechless. He suddenly felt that his
actions of making things difficult were too boring, and so he pretended to be
cold.

Finally, he slowly relaxed his tense body and leaned against the old Banyan
tree with his back against it. He sized up Mo Ran and then said, "Mo Ran."
"Yes."

"You've changed a lot."

After he finished speaking, for some reason, he felt a trace of unease in the
depths of Mo Ran's eyes. He then said with his long and thick eyelashes
fluttering, "Then does Shizun like it?"

"..." Chu Wanning said, "I don’t dislike it."

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he stood up straight and

lifted his finger. He hesitated in midair for a moment before landing it on Mo
Ran's waist.

Mo Ran trembled violently. He did not know what was going on, but he still
looked at Chu Wanning uneasily.

"I read in the book that you fought with the emperor of the Yellow River.
The wound is here, right?"

"... Right."
Chu Wanning let out an almost imperceptible sigh and patted Mo Ran's
shoulder, "You're doing very well now. You can be a Mo-zongshi now."

"This Disciple wouldn't dare."

Chu Wanning smiled, his finger poked between Mo Ran's eyebrows, then he
lowered his head, "That's true. All day long, you have been running around
in disarray. Indeed, you don't look like a Shizun. Let's go. The sun has set.
Let's go back and rest early. What are we going to do tomorrow?"

Mo Ran thought about it and said, "I think he said steaming the rice and
wanted to make a New Year's cake."

Chu Wanning nodded and suddenly said, "Don't take off your clothes."

Mo Ran blushed. "Yes."

"Since it's hot, let's rest."

"Alright."
Chu Wanning thought about it for a while and said, "Remember to bring a
handkerchief with you. Don't always hang out with an unmarried lady. Do
you have a handkerchief?"

"... No." Mo Ran felt embarrassed.

"... Then what do you usually use to wipe your face? …"

"...Sleeves." Mo Ran felt even more embarrassed for his roughness.

Chu Wanning was speechless. After a while, he said, "I'll help you make a
handkerchief then."

Mo Ran's eyes immediately lit up. "For me?"

"Yes."

Mo Ran was overjoyed. "That's great! When is Shizun going to make it? "

Chu Wanning frowned, "...We'll have to wait until we're done with this. "

"Then I... I also want one that has crabapple blossoms, is that possible? "
"... I'll try my best. "

The promise made Mo Ran elated all night. He was immersed in the joy of
exchanging a handful of sweets from handkerchief. He covered himself with
a newly changed quilt and rolled around happily, unable to sleep.

For the past five years, he had been in the throes of intoxication.

This was the first time he was unable to sleep due to joy.

His heart was beating fast and he could not calm down for a long time.
Finally, he sat up in his bed and looked at the window in Chu Wanning's
room. He was lying on his stomach on the edge of the bed. Through the gap
that was slightly opened up, his nose revealed the sweetness of the night in
the countryside. In front of him was a small courtyard.

Chu Wanning was still awake.

What was he doing?

Was he trying to figure out how to cut a handkerchief, or was he eating the
Lotus Blossom Sesame that he had brought with him?
Mo Ran looked at the warm yellow light coming from the opposite window
for a long time. When the lights went out and Chu Wanning fell asleep, he
reluctantly whispered:

"Shizun, sweet dreams."

There was another sentence that was buried deep in his heart. Even if no
one heard it, he wouldn't dare to say it out loud.

Chu Wanning.

Good dream.