That night, Chu nightning was lying on the bed of Honglian Shuixie, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
He was thinking about how Mo Ran would grow into what it is now. Master Mo, Mo Weiyu, closed his eyes, all of which were the man's heroic face, his eyes were blazing, fortitude and gentleness were lingering inside.
Chu nightning scolded secretly, kicked the quilt heavily, and the quilt slipped off the edge of the bed. He was lying on the bed in a big font, looking up at the beam of the house, his eyes were suffering.
He tried his best to free himself from the sea of lust and cut off the thread of love until he was exhausted.
"Mo Weiyu, you bastard." He murmured.
He turned his head, but couldn't get rid of his thoughts. The hot and tight body he saw in the wonderful sound pool still seemed to be shaking in front of him. He saw broad shoulders and a sharp back. Turning around, the hot spring water followed the mermaid. The line is slowly flowing down...
He abruptly sat up from the bed, his face ashen, and he didn't dare to think about it again.
Grabbing a book is like grabbing a life-saving straw.
Poor Chu night, Ning Yingming I, has now been reduced to relying on books to get rid of inner demons. I don't know which book Xue Meng bought when I opened it. When I opened it, I saw a dense row of small letters. Chu nightning couldn't read it at first. After a while, he suddenly realized what he was reading.
I saw a line of words written on the thin sheet of paper in an extremely correct manner:
"Size Ranking of Heroes in the Cultivation World"
I know every word, but piled up together, it makes Chu nightning a little incomprehensible.
Golden Age Heroes... Size... Ranking
what size
stature
Looking further down, a slightly smaller handwriting has prepared a sentence next to it: Because this ranking is dabbling in heroes, there are those who never bathe outside, and those who do not get close to flowers and willows, so the list is incomplete. The lack of Jiang Xi's size, the lack of Xue Meng, Xie Fengzhen, Chu Wanning...
"…?"
Chu nightning was stunned for a moment.
What's the meaning? They still need to bathe outside and go to Hualiuxiang to see their size
I even saw my name...
He frowned, pointed the famous book with his fingertips, and continued reading. Unfortunately, the first name made him choked.
Ink rain.
Identity: Young Master of Death and Life, Master Mo
Chu nightning recalled the figure of the burning ink. This kid is indeed tall and powerful now, but it is not always ranked first
Looking further down, it was written, "The view of Deyutang when bathing is definitely not a vulgar thing, it is admirable."
"… "
Deyutang bathing…
Not vulgar...
Chu nightning faintly felt that something was wrong, but he was used to his pure thinking, so he pondered for a long time, but he didn't figure out what was wrong, so he had to continue reading.
The second place is a loose cultivator he has never heard of, and next to it is written "I can see it when bathing in the mountains and forests, very magnificent."
"What a mess." Chu nightning was a little disgusted. "Although the shoes and crowns can increase or decrease the body, it is not too different. Why do you have to wait for people to spy when they take a bath? How can such miscellaneous books be popular among the people nowadays? …”
see third place -
Mei Hanxue
Identity: Kunlun Stepping Snow Palace Master Teacher
This time, the small characters next to it are different. It is not written about the concept of bathing, but "Chunying Lou's maid is kissed by her husband, and there are other women in the realm of cultivation. This thing can make a woman's body soft into water, Bone into mud, Ye Yu ten people, no problem."
Chu nightning: "..."
After a few moments of dead silence, Elder Yuheng's head hummed and exploded. He threw the booklet from the side of the bedroom like a hot potato, and threw it to the other side with a slap, and his face was red as fire, his eyes flickered, and the whole person was stunned.
What did he see
what size! Rao is that no matter how slow he is, he also feels the taste at this time. What size could this be? Shameless! Shameless! Dirty and dirty! Don't be ashamed! ! !
Sitting on the bed for a long time, Chu nightning still felt uneasy, and got out of bed to pick up the booklet, with force between his fingers, the paper was suddenly shattered into pieces...
However, the words "It's not vulgar, it's admirable", but like a red-hot iron, it scalded into his heart with a screeching sound, making his face flush red and his heart pounding like thunder.
He is an extremely upright person. He was in the Wonderful Sound Pool just now, his eyes moved deliberately, and he didn't look at the place he shouldn't be looking at. In addition, the steam in the pool was swirling, and his body was blurred in it. He even looked at it. I don't know, but at this time, the dirty book used eight characters to present the picture to his eyelids. The text is often more vivid and fragrant than the picture, which is easy for Xiao to think.
not vulgar...
Chu nightning wiped his face fiercely, and for a while, grabbed the quilt and covered his head.
On the first day out of the customs, what happened to him... Chu nightning thought with resentment - the world has changed, he can't wait to lie back and die again!
However, Elder Yuheng has always been strict with himself. Even if he didn't sleep well all night, no matter how terrified he was in his heart, no matter how uneasy he was, the next day, he still got up on time, groomed and dressed neatly, and still had a majestic and abstinent face. Down the South Peak of Death and Life.
Today is the monthly inspection. The platform of good and evil is shining brightly. Thousands of disciples are performing martial arts there, and the elders are inspecting it on the high platform.
After five years of absence, Chu nightning's position has not changed, and it is still set to the left of Xue Zhengyi.
I saw him, dressed in white clothes dragging the ground with a sullen expression, walking up the long bluestone steps, then with a broad sleeve, he sat straight in the empty seat, poured himself a pot of tea, and watched while drinking.
Xue Zhengyi saw that his face was not good, and he thought that the ink burned did not go to the banquet yesterday, which made Chu nightning angry, so he attached it, with some pleasing meaning, and whispered: "Yuheng, Ran'er is back."
Unexpectedly, Chu nightning's eyebrows twitched, and his face was even worse: "Well, I have seen it."
"Ah? Have you seen it?" Xue Zhengyi was stunned, then nodded, "That's good, how is it? Has it become a bit more?"
"Um… "
Chu nightning doesn't really want to continue to talk with Xue Zhengyi about the ink burning. After all, since yesterday, he has always had the curse of "not a vulgar thing to be admired" repeatedly whispering in his mind. He didn't plan to look for the burning figure in the vast sea of people below, just lowered his head and looked at the table case.
"A lot of fresh fruit snacks."
Xue Zhengyi smiled: "It's not too early, right? Eat more if you like."
Chu nightning was not polite, took a piece of lotus cake and ate it with hot tea. The color of the lotus crisp is orderly, from the bottom of the petals to the tip of the flower, crimson like cardamom, the meringue is well-defined, the entrance is crunchy, and the bean paste wrapped in it is sweet with osmanthus.
"The craftsmanship of Qingfeng Pavilion in Lin'an..." Chu Wanning murmured and turned to ask Xue Zhengyi, "Isn't it made by Meng Potang's master?"
"No, Ran'er brought it back to honor you." Xue Zhengyi smiled, "Look at the other elders' tables."
"..." When he said this, Chu Ningning realized that only the wooden case in front of him was full of various fruits, cakes and preserves, and even a small jasper-colored celadon bowl, which was opened and closed. The little gai'er in it was filled with three sweet-core dumplings.
The glutinous rice balls are not made of ordinary white glutinous rice, but are made of Ulva from Lin'an, and a crystal clear grain with a jade-like color in the dough.
"Oh, this is a gadget that Ran'er went to Meng Po Tang to borrow from the kitchen in the morning. The red one is stuffed with Chinese rose bean paste, the yellow one is stuffed with peanuts and sesame seeds, and the green one is made from Longjing tea. The tender tea skins made are all quite fresh, just a little less..." Xue Zhengyi muttered, "I have been busy all morning, and they are very delicate, so I made three pieces."
Chu nightning: "..."
"Yuheng, do you have enough to eat?"
"Well." Chu Wan was quiet for a while before nodding.
He eats dumplings, in fact, he only eats three pieces, the first one is sweet, the second one is sweet, the third one is satisfying, and if he eats the fourth one, it will be a bit boring.
The ink burned just three pieces, but it was a coincidence, not much, not much, just in line with his mind.
The white porcelain spoon scooped the round and lovely lotus root starch soup balls and brought them to the lips. I felt that the size was just right, and I could eat them in one bite. It was not like the kind that Meng Potang cooks made during the Lantern Festival, which were so big and sticky. Also laborious.
The person who makes the dumplings seems to know very well how big things can fit in his mouth, and what size food he can hold in his mouth is not uncomfortable, and the soft filling seems to be wrapped in endless intimacy.
For some reason, this thought made Chu nightning's inexplicable heart sprouting, and then died of shame and concealed his calmness.
"His craftsmanship is pretty good."
"It's a pity that it's only made for you, no one else can eat it, not even my uncle." Xue Zhengyi sighed, very sorry.
Chu nightning listened, pursed his lips lightly, and didn't say anything. He only stirred the hot water in the bowl with a spoon. The dumplings had been eaten, and the sweetness was just right, and slowly melted in his heart.
After eating snacks, regardless of the lively performances and martial arts formations below, Chu nightning took a file on the desk to see some rectifications and changes in the past five years.
These things were sorted out by Xue Zhengyi, and the words were concise and comprehensive. Chu nightning quickly read the dossier. Raising his hand to cover the scroll, he saw that there was still a booklet underneath.
"This is..." He took it out. It was a thick-looking, wire-bound book. Xue Zhengyi glanced at it and said with a smile: "It's also a gift from Ran'er. Yesterday, I said that I was on the way back to fight against the evil spirits. The book was accidentally splattered with blood, and many pages were torn. I'm sorry to give it by myself. You, so I asked me to put it on your table this morning."
Chu nightning nodded, opened the book, and stroked the front of the scroll with his slender hand. The regular script on it was written with four words:
Book with my teacher.
His eyes widened slightly, a little surprised.
Is this a letter to him
His heart suddenly seemed to be scalded by charcoal fire, hot and painful. He raised his eyes and wanted to go to the vast sea of people below to find the figure burning with ink, but what he saw was the armor shining brightly, like a pond fish jumping.
When he couldn't find anyone, he continued to look down at the letter.
It turned out that every day after Chu nightning retreated, Mo Ran would miss his master. He had a lot of words in his heart, and he was afraid that he would forget it after a long time. So he found someone to make a sturdy book, a thick book with 1,825 sheets of paper in it. He calculated it. For five years, he wrote a letter to the master every day, no matter how small or small. , from eating a particularly unpalatable leaf rake, to what experience I have in today's practice, I wrote it down on paper.
He originally counted 1,825 pieces of paper, no more or no less. After writing, Master should leave the customs.
But sometimes I can't stop, the words are crowded into a small group, eagerly pouring on the paper, I can't wait to let Chu Wanning also take a look at the sea buckthorn flowers in Mobei, the haze of Changbai Mountain, and I can't wait to taste the dessert today. Hidden in the slits of the paper, waiting for Chu Wanning to wake up with the reward.
That line of small characters, never stop from beginning to end, there are no sensational sentences, nor any sad, sad things, just honestly write down every splendid moment in the past five years, he only put good things, and He shares.
So one page per day was calculated, but in the end, it was naturally not enough, so he attached a thick stack of letters to the back of the booklet...
Chu nightning turned slowly, and his eyes were a little wet.
He watched the ink burning handwriting from naive to straight, from straight to handsome.
The latest ink stains don't seem to be dry yet, but the earliest handwriting is turning green.
There are four words "with my teacher" in every letter, every letter is different, slowly... Time has gone from a light hoof and a fast horse to Hao Xue's white head.
In the end, Ling Mao Danqing, Qu Tie broke the gold, the end is the wind and the wind, the horizontal screen is vertical and the hook is curved.
Chu nightning turned to the last page, and his fingers rubbed the four words on the front of the scroll.
Book with my teacher, book with my teacher.
He looked at the dignified pen and ink, as if the tip of the ink-burning pen had just been suspended, the wolf was put down, and the man raised his head, no longer a teenager.
From the first letter to the last letter, he seemed to see the ink burning from the age of sixteen to the age of twenty-two, the figure gradually drawn, and the eyebrows gradually deepened.
It's just that every day, I will sit in front of the case and write a letter to him.
"Master!!"
I don't know when the martial arts ended. Chu nightning heard someone calling him, so he raised his head suddenly and saw that at the front of the stage of good and evil, Xue Meng waved at him excitedly.
Next to Xue Meng, a man with wide shoulders and narrow waist, long legs and straight, is standing quietly. After the man performs martial arts, his face is exuding heat, his forehead is sweaty, and the sun shines with a crystal luster, like the bright fur of a cheetah.
The ink burned and saw that Chu nightning was looking at him, stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled. In the golden morning light, his smile is so charming and brilliant, like pine and cypress soaked in the sun swaying in the sand, his eyes are eager, his eyelashes are dipped in gentleness, his tough and straight face seems a little shy, fresh and fiery, dazzling. Fascinated.
A handsome boy.
Chu nightning calmly sat on the high platform with his arms folded, and looked down at him proudly. Others only saw that his expression was still cold, but no one knew that he had already been confused and lost his armor and armor.
In the crowd, Mo Ran smiled, suddenly raised his hand, pointed to his clothes, and pointed to Chu Wanning.
"..." Chu nightning didn't react, the phoenix squinted slightly and looked at him suspiciously.
Mo Ran's smile became clearer, his hands were on his lips, and he quietly made a few mouth shapes.
Chu nightning: "?"
The leaves are rustling, the morning breeze is swaying, and the ink seems to be a little helpless, with a smile on the lips, shaking his head, and nodding his clothes.
Chu nightning lowered his head, and after a while, his ears suddenly turned red.
"… "
Under the guidance of his apprentice, the majestic elder Yuheng finally found out that he got up in a hurry in the morning, and the clothes of the red lotus water pavilion were piled up in a mess. pieces.
… No wonder I always feel like something is dragging on the ground when I walk today! It was the hem! !
Mo Weiyu, you can do it. Chu nightning turned his face away in anger. You have no eyesight, you bastard who can't open the pot and lift it!
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Small Theater - Contents of Gouzi's Letters
To say that the ancients wrote letters and served them as "Books with Yuanwei" is very disgusting. I couldn't help applauding the friendship between Mr. Bai Juyi and Mr. Yuan Zhen, hahahaha.
Gouzi's letters are not that complicated, and they won't talk to Bai Juyi as well as they open the book. They are greasy "in the slightest" and "heart of glue paint", so what does Gouzi write
"Excerpts from Dog's Letters"
Linyi almond candy is delicious, but it is a little expensive and costs forty copper per pound, but it is delicious.
Potato stew is very satisfying and delicious to eat without being hungry at night.
I accidentally brushed the honey in the Qiankun bag as oil on the grilled chicken wings and it was delicious.
Quanzhou's fish is particularly delicious, delicious and delicious.
Master is awake, let's eat together!