This is very bad. After Nangong Liu came in, Madam Wang, Xue Meng, and Xue Zhengyi immediately got up and treated each other with courtesy.
But Chu nightning didn't have this mood, so he still stood by the window.
As for the ink burning, the Confucianism Sect was a tattered sect that was flattened by him in his last life. Even if the appearance was bright and beautiful, he knew that there was only a piece of loose sand underneath, and there was nothing to be awe-inspiring. But he really didn't mean to embarrass Nangong Liu, he was just used to it, so he never thought of standing up.
This scene is weird.
As the master and the elder, Nangong Liu held the pestle and smiled pleasantly, not angry, and his face was still full of steaming acquaintances.
As a guest and a junior, Mo Ran's lazy sitting posture was caught upright. He crossed his legs and leaned on the Taishi chair with a cup of hot tea in his hand.
Xue Zhengyi didn't pay attention to Mo Ran's move just now, and when he turned back at this time, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
This ink burning is too unruly!
"This is... Master Mo, who has become famous in recent years."
The ink-burning tea didn't drink anymore, covered the lid, raised his eyes and said, "Yeah."
"Really a hero out-"
The ink burned but interrupted him and said with a smile: "Nangong Xianjun, you have already used this sentence on my cousin, so don't use it on me?"
His tone was gentle, his smile was gentle, and he seemed to be very polite. But what he said was not polite at all. He didn't even stand up. After saying this, he picked up the tea cup again, and the celadon lid scratched the rim of the cup, and then blew off the misty mist that curled up. .
With her thick and long eyelashes hanging down, she put her eyes aside and took a sip of tea unhurriedly.
He is young, handsome, tall and calm, with that posture, as if he is the master of this Confucianism, a person standing at the peak of the entire cultivation world, and Nangong Liu is just a dog under his seat.
"Haha, what Zongshi Mo said is good. He is just a mere lack of knowledge, and I couldn't think of a better wording for a while, so—"
"Where is the word." Mo Ran put down the tea cup, raised his eyes and smiled, "Nangong Xianjun entered this room, and he has said a lot of good things. If Xianjun can't speak, who can say that he can speak? ?"
"Oh, Master Mo's false praise, I dare not take it."
"Who said I was praising you." Mo Ran looked at him with a pair of black and bright eyes, and smiled, "It may not be a good thing to be too good at talking sometimes."
Xue Zhengyi couldn't resist, he lowered his voice and said, "Ran'er!"
In his opinion, Chu nightning and Nangong Liu are excusable, at least there are antecedents, Chu nightning also has this identity, but the ink burns...
The ink burned but did not pay attention to Xue Zhengyi, but said to Nangong Liu: "These compliments, Nangong Xianjun should keep it to other juniors, I am a rough person, I don't understand, and I don't want to listen."
Xue Zhengyi: "..."
Of course, Mo Ran knew that he did this, and his uncle would be unhappy, but he did not regret it.
There are too many disgusting things in the world, Chu night Ning's temper, always willing to be the first bird. When he was in Luo Xianxian's house a long time ago to eliminate the devil, Chu nightning would bully a weak woman because of the Chen family, disregarding his own reputation, and smashing the skin of the client, Chen Yuan.
Chu night Ning Mingming did not do anything wrong, but he was always criticized by others, saying that he was "cold-blooded", that he was "arbitrary", and that he was "inhumane".
Mo Ran doesn't want people to say that his master "doesn't talk about etiquette".
So he would rather he did more out of line than Chu nightning, and he did it more than he did. He only used such a stupid way to keep Chu nightning behind him. So in this room, all three of them accepted Nangong Liu's flattery and kindness out of courtesy, but the ink did not burn.
This is not a whim, since he knew that it was Chu nightning carrying him and crawling back from the sea of blood. Ever since he saw the wisp of human soul in Meng Potang, that bowl of chasing hands. Since he went to the depths of hell and rescued Chu Wanning, he swore-
As long as Chu nightning is still willing, he will stand with Chu nightning from now on.
Nangong Liuyi touched the jade twice in a row, and if it was the head of another family, it would have been long overdue to throw the table into a rage and chase away the guests.
But Nangong Liu didn't. He just pretended that nothing happened. He happily said a few words to Xue Zhengyi, but made Xue Zhengyi very embarrassed. He pulled Nangong Liu aside and apologized in a low voice. , said that he had no way to discipline his nephew.
Nangong Liuze said with a smile: "Oh, young man, who is not bloody? I think Mo Zongshi is really a man of temperament, very good."
After meeting with Nangong Liu, the disciples of Rufengmen led the group to settle in another courtyard.
The ink burned all the way to sneeze, Xue Meng turned to look at him: "You shouldn't have been ignorant just now, cursed by the head of Nangong..."
"Go and go, you are cursed." The ink burned with tears in his eyes, "I... Ah, I can't smell the incense that is too heavy, just that room - Ah Jiu! The spice smell is too... Ah Jiu! Too much! …”
"It smells so bad."
"Ah, Shi-A-Xie-Zun."
Chu nightning handed him a handkerchief, frowning and disgusting: "Wipe it, it doesn't look like it."
The ink burned with tears, and smiled and took the handkerchief embroidered with Begonia flowers: "I still feel sorry for me, thank you, Master."
Chu nightning was a little embarrassed by him: "Who cares about you."
"That's right!" Xue Meng said unconvincingly, "Who cares about you, the most distressed master is obviously me!"
The ink burned slightly: "How old are you, you can still compare this to others." Then he held the handkerchief in his hand and said sternly, "Look, the master promised to embroider the exact same piece for me before, do you have any? ?"
"..." Chu nightning grabbed the handkerchief and said sharply, "Mo Weiyu!"
Xue Meng was stunned when he heard it, and then he was angry: "The ghost will believe that the master will embroider a handkerchief for you, and you are not doing it in daydreaming, shameless."
The group of people talked and came to the other courtyard arranged by Nangong Liu. There were four entrances in the other courtyard. Mrs. Xue Zhengyi entered and the other three entered. The courtyard was winding and secluded. The sound of flowing water is endless, and the end is elegant and chic.
But the ink burned just fine. As a result, when I saw that I was going to live in this yard, the whole person was stunned. After hesitating, my eyes were unconsciously covered with a layer of gray, and I followed everyone into the other courtyard. When I get to the bricks, trees and rocks, the mood becomes more and more gloomy.
This was the Confucianism door of the previous life, a place that left a deep impression on him.
At this time, when he came to his hometown again, he couldn't help thinking that if it wasn't for Chu nightning to exchange his life for him in this life, maybe he would still take the old road and become the emperor of stepping on the fairy, then at this time, he should also lead a million treasures. Chess pieces, a generation of famous families have been reduced to scorched earth. Thinking of this, I couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat, and all of a sudden, a thousand thoughts rushed to my chest.
The ink burned and closed his eyes. He could hold his emotions. He was no longer a boy with sharp emotions and anger, so no one could see the haze in his heart.
They went back to their rooms to rest, and Mo Ran stood in front of the other courtyard reserved for themselves, and stood with their hands behind for a while, but did not push the door in.
The maid who greeted her in the yard was a little uneasy and asked carefully: "Is Xianjun not satisfied with this room?"
"Oh, no." Mo Ran returned to God and smiled, "I think this yard is very similar to a place I lived in before, it's just touching the scene."
"That's a coincidence. The slaves thought that Xianjun didn't like it here. If Xianjun has other requirements, just tell the slaves, and the slaves should try their best to do it for Xianjun."
The ink burned and smiled: "I have nothing to do, you are busy yourself."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at the huge hundred-year-old osmanthus tree in the courtyard.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, his heart sullen.
Suddenly, he turned around and called the maid who was leaving: "Wait a minute!"
"What else do you want to tell Xianjun?"
"...I want to ask you about someone." Mo Ran paused, raised his eyes, his eyes were like torches, "Do you know that there is a..."
"what?"
"Forget it, don't ask this, ask another question." Mo Ran said, "Do you know where Ye Wangxi is?"
The maid said: "Young Master Ye is the direct disciple of Elder Xu. He lives in the same courtyard with Elder Xu. If Xianjun wants to see him, just go there."
Mo Ran was relieved when he heard the words. The last time he met Ye Wangxi was in the restaurant. Ye Wangxi asked Nangong Si to go back with him, but Nangong Si refused at that time, Ye Wangxi said, "If it was because of me , you don't want to go back to Confucianism, then I'll go."
He actually misses Ye Wangxi a little bit. He feels that Ye Wangxi has suffered enough in his previous life. Ye Wangxi and Chu Wanning are actually very similar. Neither of them got a good end.
Mo Ran felt remorse for what he had done in the past, so he hoped that Ye Wangxi would have a better life in this life. He couldn't help but feel fortunate, fortunately, Nangong Si was not so heartless, and really drove Ye Wangxi away.
The name of Elder Xu's other courtyard is "Sansheng Bieyuan", which is said to mean "one drink of Mengpo water, forgets the three things of life". Leaving it in my heart will only add to my worries. After I die anyway, I will no longer remember it when I go to the Naihe Bridge.
Sounds like a very pessimistic person, no wonder he taught Ye Wangxi, a stuffy gourd who can't beat a fart with three sticks.
"Interesting, this parrot is really clever, come on, recite another paragraph, eat a bunch of food, drink a spoonful, in a mean alley..."
Please tell the guard and tell me your intention. Before you can get around the screen, you hear a man laughing lazily from the yard.
The ink burned a few steps forward and saw a man in his early thirties standing in the sunshine of the courtyard. The man was wearing a plain light shirt with a few patches on the corners of his robe. In the cold weather, he didn't wear any shoes. He stood barefoot on the cold stone brick, holding a handful of sunflower seeds in his hand. Teasing a snow-white blue-eyed parrot with a slender tail.
The parrot flapped its wings from side to side and swayed back and forth on the shelf. It seemed to be very proud, and sang loudly, "Ah~ a basket of food~ a ladle of drinking~ in a mean alley~"
"Well, good, not bad. You are smarter than Xiao Ye Zi, who was not as good as you when he was a child, and he can't recite this paragraph if he lives or dies." The man fed the parrot a handful of nuts, "Come on, your father will reward you. ."
"… "
This man calls himself Lao Tzu with a bird...
Does that mean he's a bird man
The man turned his head and saw the ink burning standing beside the screen wall. He first slapped a melon seed, then spit it out, and suddenly laughed. His smile was bright, but it also smelled of rottenness. Under the bright sunshine , the whole person looks very chic.
"Ink burning ink master?" He laughed, "It's a pleasure to meet."
The ink burned and smiled, and also said: "Fortunate to meet."
After he laughed, he took a serious look at the man's face. He felt that he had a good face. When he massacred Confucianism in his previous life, he seemed to have seen this man. He was...
"Father, why are you running around without shoes?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded. It was such a light sentence, but it sounded like a spring thunder.
Mo Ran turned his head abruptly and saw Ye Wangxi coming out from behind the half-moon arch. He was still so slender and straight, with warm eyebrows and a pair of bright yellow satin shoes in his hand. He walked to the youth and leaned down.
Adoptive father
Ye Wangxi's adoptive father...
The blood in his heart was rushing through the wolf, and he could almost hear the cries of the world, the collision of swords and the clattering of drums and horns.
"Father!!!"
A blood-stained face suddenly appeared in his memory.
It was Ye Wangxi, Ye Wangxi was crying and screaming, his voice cracking the sky... When he slaughtered the Confucianism Sect, Nangong Liu Tousheng ran away, and the seventy-two cities were headless. The elders stepped forward, tidied up the sand, and gathered together the chaotic soldiers that could have been destroyed in an instant, and resisted together with Ye Wangxi.
He obviously did not have the surname Nangong, but he did what the head of Nangong should do.
He was obviously not Ye Wangxi's biological father, but when the sharp knife filled with spiritual flow stabbed Ye Wangxi's back, he blocked Ye Wangxi's face and protected the child he raised with his own flesh and blood. Complete in an instant.
At that time, the ink burned standing on the city wall and overlooked. He saw this scene, and there was a twisted smile on the corner of his mouth - God knows how jealous he was at that time.
Without blood, there is someone in this world who is willing to die for another person!
His narrow heart was all shocked and painful, he was so jealous that he was going crazy, and his eyes were blood red.
He was thinking, okay, great, Ye Wangxi is really lucky, he Mo Weiyu... If in this vast world, besides his mother, there is still one person who can willingly die for him Mo Weiyu, then why would he As for getting this far? !
Heaven is good to everyone, only he is so mean and vicious to him!
He wants to destroy all the people he is jealous of, and let all these people who hug together for warmth go to hell. Why is he the only one who doesn't have a good day or a moment of warmth? The only person who is gentle to him is already dead.
He only has so little warmth, why should he take it away? ! !
He hates!
"… "
Looking back, Mo Ran only felt that he was so stupid back then. In this mortal world, there is clearly a person who is willing to die for him, but he himself missed it, he failed himself, and he did not know.
The ink burned his eyes and closed his eyes, calming the surging of his heart, and then raised his eyes again.
He knew who this man was. He was Ye Wangxi's master and Ye Wangxi's adoptive father, Xu Shuanglin.
On the second day of Tu Rufengmen, he died in the war in order to save Ye Wangxi.
The ink burned and turned his head, his heart was bitter, but he couldn't bear to look at the handsome man with a deep smile in the sun.
He went to greet Ye Wangxi.
"Young Master Ye."
Ye Wangxi only found that the ink burned in the distance, and couldn't help but stunned, and then smiled: "Ah, Brother Mo is here too, long time no see."
"haven't seen you for a long time."
In fact, Ye Wangxi has only had a few relationships with Mo Ran in his life. He is not very familiar with it, so he continued to smile and said, "Did you come to find my foster father?"
"..." Mo Ran glanced at Xu Shuanglin, a little embarrassed, and shook his head, "No, I'm here to find you."
"Little Ye Zi, how long has it been since someone came looking for you in this yard? It's not easy." Xu Shuanglin smiled lazily, and put a melon seed in his mouth, "Where did you meet Master Mo? "
"Peach Blossom Spring knows."
"That's good, that's good." Xu Shuanglin smiled and threw the rest of the melon seeds into the bird food bowl and said, "You young people, let's talk, I'll go somewhere else first."
Ye Wangxi held him back: "Foster father, why don't you wear shoes?"
"Oh, I forgot." Xu Shuanglin put on his shoes with a smile, and said, "That's better."
But the ink burned with a corner of the light to see that the man walked slowly to the corner, then leaned over and took off his shoes, and actually put it into his arms, and walked away leisurely.
"..."
The appearance and temperament of this father and son are really against each other. Because of his mentality, Xu Shuanglin looks very young, and his face will not grow old when he is 30 years old. He looks like Ye Wangxi's brother.
Combined with his temper, this person is a bit willful and stubborn, not like an older brother, but like Ye Wangxi's younger brother.
So the dignified and solemn "Sansheng Bieyuan" plaque outside the door is just kidding
Ye Wangxi and Mo Ran walked side by side along the boulevard.
There are many flowers and fruit trees planted in this courtyard, but at this time it is the middle of winter, all the trees are withered, and only some withered and yellow leaves hang on the treetops, and when the wind blows, they shake tremblingly.
"I'm sorry, I made you laugh in the restaurant last time."
"Nothing." Mo Ran said, "Are you all right these days?"
I regretted saying it, because Ye Wangxi, no matter how bad his life was, wouldn't say a word. Sure enough, Ye Wangxi smiled and said, "It's okay, how about you?"
"I'm fine."
The relationship between the two is actually not that familiar. Mo Ran came to him, only because he thought of the injustice of the previous life and felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he wanted to see Ye Wangxi, who is still alive. Don't know what to say.
The ink burned clear Ye Wangxi's many secrets, but these secrets could not be said. He really had nothing to talk about. The two walked dully for a while, and Ye Wangxi asked: "How is Xia Sini?"
The ink burned for a while and smiled: "Do you remember this name? It's amazing."
"His name is very memorable."
"Haha, yes, Xia Sini is here too, you can see him later."
Ye Wangxi was slightly surprised: "He's here too?... But the head shouldn't have invited..."
"You still don't know who Xia Si Ni is?" Mo Ran said with a smile, "I tell you, this matter is really a long story."
So he told the cause and effect of Chu Wanning being Xia Sini again. After Ye Wangxi heard it, he sighed and said, "Young Master Mo is so lucky to have this person as a teacher."
The ink burned and said: "How lucky is the Confucianism door to have Ye Gongzi as a disciple."
Ye Wangxi was a little embarrassed and said with a slight smile, "Young Master Mo has already said that."
They walked to a small pontoon bridge painted with mahogany. Along the way, they were full of dead branches and leaves, but the place was green and bright, and the bamboos were planted and the snow was in the wind. The water of the Confucianism Gate has applied spiritual power and will not freeze, so it stands on the head of the bridge, with a gurgling stream at the foot, and the two ends are surrounded by blue.
Mo Ran turned his head and saw Ye Wangxi staring down at the crystal stream with his eyes down. There was a constant flash of light in his black eyes. The person was still the same person, but the haggard face on his face could actually be seen by anyone.
Nangong Si's marriage was too cruel to him.
Suddenly, I couldn't bear it. It seemed that I saw Chu Wanning, who paid a lot, but couldn't get someone to look back for a moment. The ink burned and asked him: "Ye Gongzi, why don't you come to the top of life and death."
"what?"
"..." When I said it, I felt reckless, and I knew how Ye Wangxi would answer. The ink burned and sighed, "I will ask casually, the son doesn't have to take it to heart."
Ye Wangxi smiled, he originally laughed handsome, seven-part heroic, three-part beautiful. But now it's still the same person, still the same smile, but the cheekbones have been slightly sunken, the seven points of heroism are still there, the three points of beauty have dried up, and only two pools of sadness are left.
He wanted to hide, but the sadness was too deep, he exhausted his strength, but still couldn't hide it.
He smiled and said, "So it turns out that Brother Mo is here to dig people for the top of the dead?"
"Haha, yes, yes, but Young Master Ye probably won't come, so it's just a joke."
"Well, my adoptive father is still here, so I won't leave."
"What are you going to do in the future, son?"
"..." Ye Wangxi's expression seemed to be in pain, but he couldn't answer immediately. What are you going to do in the future? He didn't know, he felt that he was a moth, and Nangong Si was a light, and he always wanted to go with that light, even if the consequences were broken.
But Nangong Si didn't want him.
"Just, still do what you should do in the Confucianism Sect." Ye Wangxi smiled, "Assist the head, assist the foster father, and later, assist the young master."
He paused, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles pale as jade.
Mo Ran was shocked that Ye Wangxi could say the last half of the sentence calmly, and he could really say it...
"Assist the young lady."
When he finished speaking, it seemed that he could no longer bear it at last, and he lowered his eyes. But just for a while, he looked up at the ink burning humbly and gracefully, and his face was still smiling, and the whole person stood like a bamboo in the cold winter.
Suddenly the west wind picked up, blowing the snow that accumulated in the bamboo forest, like reed flowers flying around.
At that moment, Mo Ran thought, no, Nangong Si can't marry Song Qiutong.