Chu nightning raised his eyelids, glanced at the ink, and said, "I'm looking for you."
"...Ah? Who can find me at this time?" Mo Ran only had Chu Wanning in his eyes at this time, and what he said and did to the people in the village during the day, he had long forgotten to go to the country of Jiaozhi.
"Sing that one during the day." Chu nightning wrote lightly, "It's the best girl in the village to see."
"Really... Why do I think the girls in this village are all alike... "
Chu nightning listened to him, first he didn't speak, and then he said: "I haven't seen you for five years, when are you blind?"
"… "
Chu nightning's tone was flat, but the moment he raised his eyes, he saw a smile in his eyes, and he seemed to have a leisurely heart and joked with him. The ink burned couldn't help being flattered, and the mood was also brighter for a while.
The girl named Ling'er held a cloth bag with white flowers on a blue background, and shouted to the room where the ink burned: "Mo Xianjun, ink—"
"I'm here." The man's low voice sounded behind him, Linger turned back, saw the ink burning half of the curtain, leaned against the door and smiled at her, "What's the matter with the girl so late?"
Ling'er was frightened at first, then delighted, and immediately greeted her: "Fortunately, Xianjun hasn't slept yet, this is for you, I asked the third aunt to come, and I told you at noon. You... you use it. Look." She said, and handed him the cloth bag she was carrying.
The ink burned and opened, and there were three small clay pots inside.
"This is?"
"Herbal ointment." Ling'er said enthusiastically, pointing to her cheek with a smile, "In the field at noon, you said you were bitten by a mosquito..."
"Ah." Mo Ran was suddenly enlightened, and then he was a little embarrassed. The reason he casually said, the girl actually believed it naively, and really sent him herbal ointment, which made him a little ashamed.
The villagers of Yuliang Village are too simple...
"But the bite shouldn't be bad." Ling'er suddenly stood on tiptoe, looked at the face of the ink burn seriously, and smiled even more brilliantly, "I can't see any mosquitoes."
The ink burned and coughed: "After all, it is a person who cultivates immortals..."
Ling'er rubbed her palms and smiled: "You people are really interesting, especially fun. If I had talent, I would also like to cultivate immortals, but unfortunately there is no fate."
The two chatted a few more words, and the ink burned thanked her and took the herbal ointment back to the house. Chu nightning has changed his position and is sitting at the table, leisurely flipping through the books left by the ink, and when he hears the movement, he looks up at him again.
"Herbal cream." The ink burned shyly.
Chu nightning said: "Are you really bitten by a mosquito? Come and see me."
The color of the burning face under the light is like honey, a little deep, but the eyebrows are more heroic, Chu nightning stared at it for a while and asked: "... Where is the bag? Where is it?"
The ink burned and scratched his head embarrassedly: "The skin is thick, it has already disappeared." He said, and put three jars of cool herbal ointment on the table of Chu Wanning, "I don't need these, Master respect you. Keep it, you are more likely to be bitten by mosquitoes."
Chu nightning was noncommittal, only said: "It's a gold sore medicine and a herbal ointment. It's better for me to open a pharmacy if I go down."
Mo Ran rubbed Ying Ting's nose and smiled, the smile was very subtle and straightforward. Chu nightning looked at it, reached out and poked his forehead, and said, "It's getting late, go back to your room to sleep."
"Well, Master has a good dream."
"Nice dream."
However, that night, in the small yard that could be walked ten steps away, the people lying in the two old thatched cottages were not the same as what they wished each other for.
Chu nightning naturally doesn't need to say more, he feels that his feet are numb now, and he can feel the fine cocoons of the ink burning his fingers, rubbing against himself.
And what Mo Ran thinks is much more complicated. He tossed and turned, his head rested on the crook of his arms, and kept clasping the seams of the bed. He repeated in his heart: Master is a god or a fairy, and he does not eat fireworks in the world, no matter what happened in the past life. , in this life, I must never be confused again, never bully others, never mess around...
What's more, there are teachers.
Yes, you should think more about the teacher - the teacher...
Suddenly I felt more uncomfortable.
In fact, since returning to the top of life and death and seeing the teacher again, he has always felt that he does not seem to have much enthusiasm for the teacher.
Loving the teacher and protecting the teacher seems to have become a habit without thinking. He does it all the time, but then what
In the face of the teacher five years ago, Shang Jue was kind, but in the face of the handsome and beautiful man five years later, the ink burning heart grew a little strange.
This strangeness made him at a loss, and suddenly he didn't know what happened to him and what to do.
The next day, Chu nightning got up early.
When I walked outside, it happened that the ink burned and the curtain came out, and the two met each other.
The ink burned: "Master is early."
"Early." Chu nightning glanced at him, "... Didn't sleep well?"
The ink burned reluctantly and smiled: "The bed is not used to it, it is not in the way, just take a break at noon."
They went to the fields together. The morning wind was filled with the sweetness of the grass and trees, and the fields were empty. Occasionally, three or two frogs and autumn cicadas could be heard.
Chu nightning yawned lazily, and suddenly saw something at the end of his eyes, and couldn't help laughing.
"Ink burns."
"Um?"
A hand stretched out and brushed the smoldering hair, Chu nightning took a piece of straw from his hair, and smiled faintly: "You shouldn't be rolling on the bed? All."
Mo Ran just wanted to explain, and suddenly saw that there was a short paragraph on the side of Chu nightning, and couldn't help laughing: "The master also rolled."
Said and helped Chu nightning to pick up the golden grass stalk.
The sun was rising, and the master and the apprentice looked at each other in the splendor of the golden wall that covered the sky and covered the earth, one still lowered his head slightly, and the other raised his face slightly.
It was only five years ago that Chu Wanning bowed his head, and Mo Ran raised his head. Now the time is reversed, and Mo Weiyu is no longer a teenager. The years seem to be finally willing to settle down at this moment. In the gentle morning light, the ink burned suddenly couldn't help jumping into the field, opened his arms, and smiled at the people on the field ridge: "Master, you come down, I will follow you."
"..." Chu nightning stared at the field ridge, which was only half a person tall, and said, "Are you sick?"
"Hahaha."
He took off his shoes and socks, and jumped lightly into the paddy field. The waves were rippling, causing the soles of his feet to be slightly cold. Chu Wanning waved his sleeves and majestically drew a large paddy field into his own category: "These are all mine. , the rice cut yesterday was not as much as you, and today I will make you admit defeat."
Mo Ran's outstretched arms were raised, scratched his head, the corners of his mouth rolled up, and a particularly beautiful smile was rolled on his cheeks.
"Okay, if I lose, I will make a lot of lotus cakes and a lot of lion heads with crab powder for Master."
Chu nightning said: "Add a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root."
"Okay! What if the master loses?" Mo Ran's eyes reflected the gleaming water, and it was like a star, "What about it?"
Chu nightning looked at him coldly: "What do you want?"
Mo Ran pursed his lips and thought for a long time, and then said: "If the master loses, he will eat a lot of lotus cakes I made, a lot of crab powder lion heads."
After a pause, a gentler voice fell in the breeze.
"Add lots and lots of sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root."
Win or lose, I want to treat you differently.
Chu nightning cut the rice once and twice, and he was a man who refused to admit defeat. Yesterday was a joke, but today he can't teach people to look down on him. He sighed in his heart and buried himself in the rustling work. By noon, the rice that was cut was much more than the ink.
While sitting under the mulberry tree to eat, he was a little proud. Although he didn't say it, he couldn't see it on his face, but his eyes were always looking at the dam, to see that the rice grains he had made were built into a golden mountain.
"Ling'er, go and add another bowl of rice to Xianjun."
Everyone sat in a group, and the aunt caught a glimpse of the ink burning fast, and it took a while to see the bottom of the bowl, and said hurriedly.
The ink burned but put the tableware and chopsticks away, very anxious, smiled and said: "No, I'm full, I have something to do, I have to go out of the village first, come back later, you eat first."
Ling'er was very surprised, and immediately showed some unease: "Is Xianjun just eating a little bit? But the food doesn't suit your taste? If you don't like it... or I... I'll make some for you... "
"No, no, it suits the taste." Mo Ran naturally couldn't see the thoughts of the girl's family, he smiled frankly and waved his hand, and strode towards the stables.
Chu nightning asked him: "Where are you going?"
The ink burned half a face and smiled: "Go buy something and come back soon."
"Xianjun-"
"Forget it, let him." Chu nightning took a piece of fried tofu and said lightly.
Although these two immortals came together, who has a high status, who has a low status, and who speaks more heavily, everyone with a discerning eye can see it, not to mention that Chu night Ning Tian grew up a little cold, since he When he opened his mouth, the villagers couldn't ask any more questions, and burned away with ink.
After the meal, everyone in groups of three or five, either chewing tobacco leaves in the field, or squinting and taking a nap in the sun, the peasant women gathered together to knit a piece of clothing to keep out the cold, and the children rode on bamboo horses chatting, one skinny A few domestic cats sniffed on the ground expectantly, the tip of her pink nose twitched, and her ears twitched, trying to find something to eat in the scorching cold.
Chu nightning was holding the hot tea and resting against a grain pile. Seeing that the cat was pitifully small, he waved to it and wanted to get it something to eat. Unfortunately, it was very alert to strangers. Seeing Chu Wan Ning raised his hand and thought he was going to hit it, but he ran away with a sting.
Chu nightning: "..."
Does he look so fierce? Cats are not welcome
All of them were holding their cheeks gloomily and thinking, and suddenly heard the sound of copper chips. Ling'er happily also held a cup of tea and sat beside Chu Wanning.
Chu nightning turned to look at her without much expression.
This girl is very pretty, and what is even more rare is that she is not thin, she is a plump woman rarely found in the backcountry. She also knows how to dress herself up very well. She didn't have any money to buy accessories, so she picked up some fine pieces of copper and iron, washed them, ground them into warm rings, strung them on the hem of the clothes, and made a tinkling sound when they walked. The sun was shining brightly.
"Xianjun." She called him crisply, her voice like ripe berries.
Chu nightning said: "What's the matter?" The voice was like cold smoke.
Ling'er was slightly taken aback by his inhumanity, but then she painted Taiping and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's boring to see Xianjun sitting alone, I want to come and talk to Xianjun."
"… "
Chu nightning does not think that he has an amiable face, and that cat is probably the best proof. But after all, people and cats are different. Cats don't calculate, but people may have other plans.
Sure enough, after Ling'er talked with him about a lot of things, he seemed to ask casually: "Xianjun, you are at the top of your life... what kind of people do you want to accept as your disciples? Look! I'm like... can I?"
Chu nightning said: "Hand out."
"Ah..." She opened her eyes wide, and did so with some excitement. Chu nightning put his fingertips lightly on her pulse door, and withdrew after a while, saying: "No."
Ling'er's face turned red all of a sudden: "Yes, is there no wisdom root?"
"I asked you to stretch out your hand, and you knew that I was going to test your spiritual core, so you should have asked others before." Chu nightning said, "The girl's immortal fate is shallow, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to build it until the old age. Ji, Kongliu Mountain is just wasting time, it's better to give up this idea."
Ling'er didn't speak anymore, and lowered her face, looking very lost. After a long while, he shook his lips and whispered, "Thank you Xianjun for your guidance."
"No thanks."
She left silently, and Chu nightning looked at her back with a complicated mood. For many people in the lower cultivation world, they would be more eager to enter the gate of immortality than the people in the upper cultivation world, because for the people in the upper cultivation world, cultivating immortals is only for the sake of honoring their ancestors and gaining a good reputation.
But for people in the lower world, sometimes it means saving lives.
Chu nightning leaned against Gu Dui and took another sip of tea. Now that the weather has turned cold, I haven't drank it for a while, and the tea is getting colder. He drank three or two sips, closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap. However, he slept too late last night, and he was busy this morning. This sleep became a deep sleep, and most of the day passed in a blink of an eye.
When he woke up again, the sky was full of blood, crows taunted on the treetops, and there were only neat rice stalks and falling grain shavings in the fields.
Chu nightning was startled, and suddenly opened his eyes.
He actually slept on the grain heap until dusk, probably because of his status, and the farmers didn't have the embarrassment to wake him up. .
"… "
clothes…
Chu nightning wanted to sit up, but suddenly there was a familiar smell from the tip of his nose. He came back to his senses and lowered his eyes to look at the robe. The material was thick, but it was washed cleanly. Saponin fragrance.
It's ink-burning clothes.
I don't know why, after realizing this, Chu nightning's original action of sitting up was abandoned. He relaxed his back and lay back, half of his face was hidden under the robe, only revealing a pair of clear eyes, squinting slightly, Hidden inexplicable emotions.
It's crazy.
He squinted his thin eyelashes, looking for the figure of that person in the field. He found it quickly. After all, Mo Ranchu is so handsome and tall now that he will look very eye-catching wherever he stands.
The young man was helping the village chief to carry the cut rice to the ox cart. He turned his back to Chu Wanning. It was a little hot after working for a day. Like other farmers, he put on his robes and clothes. Take it off, naked, revealing a strong, honey-colored back.
Under the scorching sunset, his broad back was soaked with heat, and the sweat slowly slipped along the pulsating texture of his muscles, dripping into the waist pocket, and winding under the tight waistline...
He is like fiery iron, like charcoal in a furnace, burning all tenderness and sweetness into transpiring male desire, Chu nightning looked away, and all the other scenes gradually faded away from his eyes, leaving only the bright and beautiful person left. The fur, the muscles as smooth as a cheetah, and the half-face that turned away when laughing with the village chief, the pear eddy was melted, the eyes were good, and he looked handsome and charming.
It seems to feel the eyes behind him, and the ink burns back, Chu nightning quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
The heartbeat was as fast as a torrential rain, and there was a rumbling sound of blood in my ears.
After a while, he quietly opened a gap and looked under the feathered eyelashes curtain. Mo Ran has turned around, Linger walked towards him from the ridge, his eyes were shy, and he handed him a handkerchief.
"Xianjun, wipe your sweat."
Mo Ran was carrying a stack of straws to the car, and he said with a smile: "I'm too busy, wait a while."
Ling'er looked very happy, and stood beside him watching, occasionally reaching out to give him a hand. Mo Ran was surprised by the girl's enthusiasm and said, "Thank you."
She was even more delighted. The tall and sturdy man beside her exuded a masculine charm within reach. She heard his breathing and looked at his relaxed shoulders. She blushed involuntarily, and for a moment she forgot who was a man or woman. Not kissing, holding the handkerchief and saying softly: "Xianjun, if you don't wipe your sweat, it will drip into your eyes."
The ink burned and said hurriedly: "No hands, no hands."
"I'll wipe it for you..." Before she could finish her words, she felt a chill behind her.
Chu nightning did not know when he had come behind them. He was still wearing a thick black robe with ink burning on his shoulders.
"Ah?" The person who was not empty just now immediately put down the rice, rubbed the tip of his nose and turned back, and smiled when he saw Chu Wanning's face, "Master finally woke up."
Chu nightning looked at him up and down: "Is it cold?"
The ink burned and said with a smile: "Hot."
As soon as he finished speaking, the drop of sweat accumulated between the jet-black eyebrows dripped down, and inadvertently dripped into his eyes. Looking at Chu nightning. Of course he was embarrassed to ask a girl to borrow a handkerchief, and then Yang Chu night Ning: "Master, my eyes..."
"I washed my handkerchief."
"… "
Seeing this, Ling'er hurriedly said, "Then use my—"
Chu nightning ignored her and went straight forward. His expression was indifferent, but he deceived himself and raised his head, raised his plain white sleeves, clenched the cuffs, and wiped his eyebrows for Mo Ran.
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Small Theater "What Does Love Really Mean"
Master: ... I don't know.
Xue Meng: Praise me, praise me to death, that is love.
Teacher: Oh, I think I'm not a black heart lotus or love.
Mei Hanxue: To help me win the number one male is love.
Nangong Si: I only accept Nao Bai Jin as a gift. The dog who loves me loves me.
Ye Wangxi: Can you like me more than dogs
Gouzi 1.0: (biting the pen)... Alas, who has a standard answer, copy it here.
Dog 2.0: I think I'll have to figure out the answer to this question soon.
Dog 0.5: ... (impatiently) What the hell is this topic? - "What does shou mean?" I don't understand, what the hell, take it away, roll it.
Eunuch Liu: (whispering) Your Majesty, this one reads "love", not "suffering".