Since that day, a strange scene has appeared in Meng Po Hall.
There has never been an "elder Yuheng's special seat" where idlers dare to sit arrogantly, and there is more Mo Weiyu.
The disciples who come and go can always see Mo Ran and Chu Wanning eating together. The two are sitting face to face, and Mo Ran will always put some dishes into his master's bowl.
"Shh, look, Senior Brother Mo handed the elder another piece of beef brisket, wow, such a big piece, I bet Elder Yuheng won't eat it."
Not far away, a group of disciples whispered, lowering their voices and making a bet.
"I also bet I can't eat it. Elder Yuheng doesn't seem to like beef very much."
"Then I bet he will eat it. After all, he also accepted the previous pigeon eggs."
A group of people peeked at the other side. They held their breaths and saw that Chu nightning frowned, the tip of the chopsticks poked the piece of beef, and he said something with a calm face and ink.
The distance is farther, they can't hear clearly, but the ink burns seems to have said two words, and Chu nightning's face is even worse.
The disciples, A, B, and C who bet that Chu night would not eat, were immediately overjoyed. They were so fascinated that they almost sent the spoons with the soup into their nostrils.
"Look, the elder doesn't eat it, he doesn't eat it!"
"Don't stab me with your elbows, keep your voice down, if Elder Yuheng hears that you are taking him as a bet, you will have to be skinned alive!"
"Hey hey, I don't care, these twenty silver leaves are mine~"
As the disciple said that, he wanted to get the silver leaf that was placed on the dining table as a bargaining chip, but before he could touch his hand, he heard the people around him lowered their voices and shouted nervously: "Wait, the outcome is uncertain, The elder has moved his chopsticks again!"
"What?"
Looking at it again, it turned out that Chu nightning picked up the beef brisket. The gamblers looked at them eagerly, and felt that their hearts were also pinched by the pair of white jade chopsticks.
"If you want to eat, you have to eat... Twenty silver leaves, twenty silver leaves, twenty silver leaves..." The disciple who bet that Chu night would eat beef brisket kept nagging, shaking his legs nervously. Suddenly his eyes froze, and the whole person seemed to freeze, "Ah!!"
Elder Yuheng actually threw the beef that had been sandwiched back into the ink-burning bowl involuntarily!
"… "
"Hahaha, narrow victory, narrow victory!"
"I just said that the elder will definitely not eat it. Come on, the leaves are all mine."
The disciple who lost the bet sighed, suddenly slumped, slammed into the dining table, turned his head silently, and looked at the direction of Chu Wanning in a daze.
Elder, I was wrong, I shouldn't bet against you, I lost so much that I didn't even have the money to buy spirit stones this month!
He was complaining about himself, and suddenly, he saw Mo Ran's elbows moved, his tall body leaned forward slightly, and he said a few words to Chu Wanning, and then the disastrous disciple saw their brother Mo with his own eyes. Picked up the beef brisket again, accompanied by some vegetables, and handed it to Chu Wanning's lips again.
…
?
This disciple was stunned—Senior Brother Mo was planning to feed the elder directly!
Obviously, Chu nightning is not used to it. He rudely knocked on the chopsticks with chopsticks, and said two words with a serious expression.
That mouth shape is so easy to understand:
lay down!
Mo Ran smiled and put the chopsticks, vegetables and beef back, but not in his own bowl, but in the master's bowl. Chu nightning had no choice, sighed, and in more than ten chickens he did not notice In the eyes of thieves, he silently ate those vegetables and meat.
"… "
The gamblers at this table were already dumbfounded. The disciples who thought they had won the game were all dumbfounded, and the silver leaves in their hands slipped off.
On the other hand, the slumped buddy immediately bounced up and resurrected with blood, his eyes shining brightly, and eagerly said: "Hahaha, turn defeat into victory! It's mine, hahahaha, I posted it, I'll bet tomorrow, haha, I'll bet tomorrow!"
The two masters and apprentices over there were unaware, and the ink burned with chopsticks, while slowly picking up the rice in the bowl, while watching Chu Wanning lowered his head and ate the beef brisket.
Meng Potang was a little hot, and the ink burned the left arm sleeve and rolled up to the elbow, revealing a sturdy and slender arm. The muscles of the arm swayed and undulated under the honey-colored skin. He scooped up a bowl of soup, especially when Chu nightning did not pay attention , I added a few more ribs to the bowl, and the meat is in the soup base, which is not easy to see.
"Master, finish the soup and drive away the cold."
"broth?"
The ink burned and blinked: "It seems yes, I didn't pay attention when I played, I forgot."
Chu nightning looked at the soup noodles, and there was a piece of green hairy vegetable leaf floating, which looked really delicious, so he didn't push it away, and took a spoonful of it.
"Does it taste good?"
"not bad."
"Then don't waste it." Mo Ran smiled, "Drink more."
Chu nightning glanced at him lightly: "You dare to say me? Don't eat so many dishes in the future. If you can't eat it yourself, I will share it for you."
"Haha, okay, then I'll fight less next time."
Seeing Chu nightning nodding, the ink burned up and picked up his soup bowl. The soup was a little hot. He blew the soup noodles, and the hot air spread out, reflecting his resolute face very soft.
Hot soup is a very wonderful food. It is obviously just a bowl of boiled water with some meat and vegetable seasonings, but it can warm the whole person from the stomach to the heart, and drink soup with the people you love. This feeling of satisfaction is like throwing a small pebble in the water, and the ripples on the lake surface spread out layer by layer, shining with light.
The ink burned in the tranquility that was hard to come by in this life, and involuntarily sighed softly.
It turns out that the years are leisurely, and when you drink it, it is just the taste of a bowl of soup.
For this bowl of soup, he once grinded his teeth and sucked blood, killing people like numbness, and for this bowl of soup, he now deeply regrets and breaks his liver and intestines.
He held the soup bowl and drank it quickly.
Whether he is uneasy, uncertain about the future, or remorseful or guilty, at this moment, he does not want to think too much. He has lived so little of his good life that he needs to snatch it day and night. . It's not that he doesn't want to taste it slowly, leisurely, he is actually very envious of people like Xue Meng, because he is born rich, so he is always calm.
The ink can't be taken calmly. He often has so few things that he is always fighting for it with his teeth grinning. He is afraid of being robbed of the things he grabs, so he can only eat it immediately and devour it. He is almost in this regard Retaining the original animal nature, he feels that only by eating and hiding food in his stomach can he feel at ease, that he truly owns this thing, and no one can take it away again.
As a child, he scrambled for food with other children.
In his last life, he and all the immortals robbed the world.
And in this life, he just wants to grab this bowl of soup.
He knew that he had done a lot of evil things, and was afraid that fate would one day settle with him, so he just wanted to rob him of a little bit of his poor happiness, and then ran away, leaving fate far behind.
Like all those who had committed serious crimes, Pan Ran repented and wanted to start over. Although Mo Ran had been laughing, his heart was still uneasy. He knows that "good and evil will be rewarded" is not a false statement. When the excitement is getting colder, he will always feel that the peace in front of him is fake, like a mirage, like a mirror, and eventually he will wake up and return to that empty place. Wushan Temple, back to hell.
Therefore, he wanted to drink a few more sips before the soup was cold.
In this case, if one day, if he really has evil retribution, is spurned by the world, judged by fate, and pushed into the abyss of the cold pool again, he can also walk down alone with this breath of enthusiasm.
"What are you thinking?" Chu nightning asked him.
"Ah." Mo Ran came back to his senses, responded gently, and then smiled, "It's nothing, I like to be in a daze when I'm full."
Chu nightning glanced at his empty bowl: "Drinking?"
"Um."
"You seem to like today's pork rib soup?"
"haha, yes."
Chu nightning took his bowl and said, "I'll add some more to you."
He quickly went back and forth. Sure enough, he brought a large bowl of broth, which was a little hot. After putting down the bowl, Chu Ningning took the tip of his finger and licked the tip of his ear, which not only warmed the ear but also lowered the temperature of the finger.
He sat down again and said, "Drink."
"It's a full bowl."
"You drink slower." Chu nightning said, "There is not enough, no one will rob you."
The ink burned was touched by the simplest sentence. He held the soup bowl, his dark eyes fell, and with a shallow nasal voice, he responded with a smile: "Okay."
Chu nightning didn't know, in fact, at that moment, the ink burned the best efforts in his life, so he didn't hold the full bowl of soup, and listened to the sound of "not enough, no one robs you", and shed tears Come.
Chu nightning walked for five years, and he tortured himself for five years.
Five years later, his master told him to take it slow.
Mo Ran's heart was suddenly very painful, and the closer he was to Chu Wanning, the more sad he felt. In fact, if you don't pay attention to many things, you can't see the affection behind it, but now he looks at it carefully, and he sees that Chu Wanning treats him so tolerantly, so kindly, and so well.
He had abused such a person in his last life.
In this life, what kind of virtue can he be able to accompany you for a long time
His heart is trembling, struggling in pain, and on the one hand, he feels that he is not worthy, and that he should be far away from Chu nightning. brazen!
However, on the other hand, he yearned for it all the time - is it like this, can it be like this, they have a long life, let him redeem the sins he once committed bit by bit, okay
—
I came back from the mountain of corpses full of sin.
With the hands full of blood in my previous life, I held up the mellow and warm soup in this life.
I wish I could not kneel down for the rest of my life, and my soul will return to purgatory after death, but I just hope that you...will still be willing to hold a cup and have a taste.
"Master."
I don't know when, Xue Meng came.
The ink burned and returned to God. In fact, since the death of Chu Wanning, he has been so self-blame and uneasy almost all day and all night. After soaking in such emotions for a long time, the whole person will appear very heavy, for others It's not a good thing, so he has been trying to adjust his mood, and it has only gotten better in the last year.
But occasionally there are one or two points in life that will still touch him, and he will still fall into entanglement and self-loathing because of one sentence or one thing.
When he looked up and looked at Xue Meng, the gloom on his face did not disappear, but Xue Meng was startled.
"Ah, what are you doing, dog? Look at me like this? Do you owe you money?"
Mo Ran knew that he was emotionally wandering just now, and he couldn't take it back all of a sudden, so he smiled reluctantly and said, "I have eaten a little, you have something to ask for the master? Then you said, I will go out and breathe."
"Don't, don't go, you sit, this matter is also related to you."
"It's about me? What's the matter?"
The expression on Xue Meng's face is a little subtle: "Don't be lost when you say it..."
Chu nightning said: "Okay Xue Meng, let's just say it."
"Oh." Xue Meng, who wanted to sell Guanzi, immediately said, "That's it, just received the invitation, Song Qiutong is going to get married."
The ink burned with horror and the color changed, and there was no blood on the face.
But this shudder is not caused by Song Qiutong, but Xue Meng - in this life, the ink burns very clearly what Song Qiutong is, so I can't wait to walk around her, he and her are now better than clear water, and the eight poles can't fight.
But Xue Meng...
Why does Xue Meng think that when Song Qiutong gets married, he will be lost
The ink burned the whole heart, and he almost instantly thought of the fake gouchen who had been haunting the previous episode, the black hand behind the scenes that had never surfaced and had been hidden very deep.
That person is also very likely to be reborn. If so, that person will be clear about the past of the ink burning, and he knows the sins of the ink burning past life well!
The ink burned with a white face, forced to calm down, and looked at Xue Meng calmly: "Why is it related to me?"
"Don't you know yourself?" Xue Meng looked a little weird and said, "Today, the Confucianism Sect came to send the wedding invitation, that Miss Song, and specially asked someone to bring you a letter. You have to have no interaction with her, What did she write to you? The ink burns, I didn't say you, when did you mess with her?"
"..." The ink burned and the mood was difficult to calm, such as thorns on the back, before he said, "Written to me? Could it be a mistake..."
"Can't be wrong."
Xue Meng said, took out an envelope from the clothes, and patted it on the table in front of Mo Ran: "White paper and black words, written by Mo Xianjun personally, Qiu Tong worship, can there be any mistakes?"
Mo Ran glanced at the envelope, his heart was beating like a drum, and countless thoughts had flashed through his mind.
Song Qiutong's handwriting is correct, but why did she meet Song Qiutong in this life, and she would write a letter to herself before the wedding
Xue Meng folded his arms and was very unhappy: "Are you going to go back and demolish it privately, or do you demo it here and watch it with us?"
"… "
The ink burned his head and saw that Chu nightning was also looking at himself, and his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned.
"Remove it?" Xue Meng was angry, but he was most disgusted with the act of messing with men and women, and it was a little aggressive.
If this is the case, there is no way to avoid it...
The ink burned only to feel that there were bursts of weakness, and the fingertips that were stretched out were cold. He didn't make a sound, took the letterhead silently, and opened it.
The author has something to say:
Ink burning: Master, drink soup.
Ink burning: Master, eat meat.
Ink burning: Master, eat fish.
Ink burning: Master, eat snacks.
Ink burning: Master, drink.
Four Ghost Kings: What is the difference between the protagonist and the supporting role? It's because I get fat when I eat, but he can't get fat no matter how much he eats!
Mo Ran: No, you are fat just because you are an orange cat, and it has nothing to do with the protagonist and supporting roles.
Xue Meng: And four fat, you are not a supporting role, you are just a trick o(n_n)o