The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 182: Master's Little Candle Dragon

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Guessing is guessing. Before making a judgment, Chu nightning is reluctant to think more, so as not to block himself.

It's just that he has some reservations about this sudden feeling. Therefore, when the fire of robbery finally went out and the group prepared to leave the sword, Chu nightning did not intend to sit on the burning sword again.

Of course, the elder Yuheng, who could barely fly at a low altitude of twenty feet, did not intend to cross the vast sea on Huaisha, so when everyone stood on the edge of the rocky beach, one by one, the ink burned on the long sword that became larger. , Chu nightning took out his own dragon talisman.

Blood dripped from the fingertips and tapped on the dragon scales, and the noisy little paper dragon suddenly came to life on the screen again, rose into the air, flipped some somersaults, and then shouted around its owner.

"Oh, Chu nightning, I haven't seen you for many years, and I miss it very much. This time you are asking me to help you with something?"

"Take me to the other side."

"Bah! This seat is the first true monarch of the beginning of Hongmeng, the dragon holding the candle, how can you do the work of that mule, horse, donkey, no load, no load!"

Under the watchful eyes of the public, this little paper dragon the size of a palm shook its head, swayed its tail and creaked. Although its body was weak, its voice was loud. Some children listened to it and couldn't help laughing.

Chu nightning's face was a lot gloomy, raised his palm, slammed a golden flame, and said in a low voice: "Burn if you don't have it."

"..." Xiaolong was so angry that he fell on the beach, fluttering his teeth and claws, blowing his beard and staring, "How can you be so fierce, unreasonable, ruthless and shameless, no wonder that every time I see you for so many years, you are one people!"

The ink burned back and seemed to want to say something, but after thinking about it, there were so many people around, and Chu nightning wanted face again, so he still didn't say it, just smiled and shook his head.

Chu nightning said angrily: "You talk too much!"

Said with a wave of his palm, the fire ball in the palm was thrown straight towards the little dragon on the ground, but Chu nightning didn't really want to burn it. Whoa screamed and turned to the sky, oooo, turned straight, and patted his beard with his fat claws.

"Where's my seat's tail! My seat's whiskers! My seat... My seat's head! Is it still there! Is it still there!"

"It won't be there anymore." Chu nightning gritted his teeth and said, and his palms gathered together the golden brilliance, "It got bigger."

"... woo woo woo!" Xiaolong wailed half-truth for a long time, and was waving his claws desolately with tears that did not exist, but mung bean eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of Chu Wanning's bayonet-like eyes, Involuntarily, there was a shudder, and the lingering sound of woo woo suddenly ended with a funny "hic!".

It got up limply from the ground, and this time it really looked like a paper dragon. It was boneless and had a drooping beard. It hiccupped again and said aggrievedly, "Just this time, I won't do it next time."

"According to your."

Anyway, it said the same thing when I took it last time.

The paper dragon stretched its four legs, as if stretching its muscles and bones, and then it made a sharp chirping sound from its throat, and a golden light suddenly overflowed from its tender and thin body, and dispersed to the surroundings, and the golden light became stronger and stronger. In the end, the paper dragon was completely devoured.

"Roar!!!!"

All of a sudden, the sharp and thin sound between the paper dragon's throat suddenly turned into a powerful and terrible howl of fury. In an instant, the golden light flashed through the purple lightning and thunder, and the surrounding wind blew up, the coast was turbulent, and everyone was stabbed. Unable to open their eyes, they either bowed their heads or covered their faces with their sleeves.

Chu nightning squinted his eyes, and the long ponytail and wide coat were swept away by the strong wind. When the golden light went out, everyone looked around, but saw that the little dragon just now had disappeared, and the beach was quiet and nothing.

"Huh? Missing?"

There was a daring child who was stunned, but before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of restraining Xingyun coming from the top of his head, the howl that shook the sky, the sea of anger swelled, and the wind and clouds were turbulent.

The crowd raised their heads in astonishment, a little silence, and suddenly, a mighty giant dragon rushed out from behind the thick clouds, its eyes widened in anger, and its fingers and claws were vigorous. The dragon's whiskers alone were as thick as a hundred-year-old tree, and it rolled and hovered among the clouds. , The tiger is the wind, and suddenly it tilted upwards, and then swooped down from the ground!

Gang wind everywhere!

"ah!"

"Father!"

The child who lost both parents was frightened, and still habitually cried and called daddy, and Mo Ran hurriedly picked him up and comforted him softly.

Chu nightning probably didn't think that he scared the child again, he was stunned, and when he saw the giant dragon rushing down, he immediately said: "You slow down."

"Ow?"

Hearing the words, the huge dragon with no friends actually let out a dull hum, and then landed on the rocky beach with a bang, and slowly lowered its body.

This giant dragon is very huge, and sitting on it is not much different from sitting on land. It is no wonder that Chu nightning does not like Yujian, but is willing to ride a dragon to fly high.

The ink burned intentionally to make Chu Wanning feel more comfortable, so he teased the child in his arms: "Would you like to sit with that elder brother on this dragon holding the candle?"

The child was unwilling, buried his face in the ink-burning shoulder, and whispered: "Tell you quietly, I don't like him..."

Mo Ran also said to him: "Tell you quietly, I like him."

"Ah?" The child was stunned for a moment, but after all, pure and innocent, he asked quietly, "Really?"

"Shh, don't tell anyone."

The child immediately laughed, covered his mouth, and nodded again and again.

"What are you talking about? Are you still going?" Chu nightning didn't plan to ride with everyone, so he glanced at them lightly, and then Yulong rose, rose to a hundred feet in the sky in an instant, and disappeared into the clouds.

Because of the people on the sword, they couldn't fly too fast. In the evening, they arrived at Wuchang Town in Shuzhong. Chu nightning landed before them and greeted several big families in the town. Impermanence Town is the town that is most affected by death and life. As long as Xianjun opens his mouth, they will try their best to do it.

The victims brought from Linyi were all led back to take care of by several big households.

"Brother Engong, see you later."

"Well, see you later." The ink burned and smiled, standing in the afterglow of the sunset, watching them go away.

Chu nightning was tired of this kind of parting scene, stood there for a while, turned around and left. The ink burned and followed the past and walked back to the martial art with him.

The two walked silently to the stone steps of the mountain gate, stepping up step by step, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the twilight was brilliant. Mo Ran remembered that when Chu nightning was exhausted, he was seriously injured and comatose and crawled back to the top of the mountain, and then he could still stand by his side and return with himself, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings. .

Between bitterness and sweetness, he stretched out his hand and gently held Chu Wanning's fingertips.

"… "

Even though he had held hands once before, Chu nightning still seemed so stiff, so clumsy, so uncomfortable. He tried his best to keep his face still, so that he seemed very indifferent and calm.

It's a pity that the people he faces are burning.

It is to know his foundation, his internal organs, the sensitive moles on his ears, and the cold ink rain on his toes.

None of them spoke first, but when Mo Ran saw that he didn't take the fingertips away, he wrapped Chu nightning's entire hand in the palm of his hand.

Long steps, he longed for a longer path, so that he could hold his hand, a little longer, a little longer.

Long distance, he longed for a shorter road. If it could be shorter, could Chu Wanning, who was carrying himself back home, suffer a little less, and a little less.

Just like this, when you reach the top of the mountain, the towering mountain gate is clearly visible.

Suddenly, a tall figure wearing a white silver fox cloak appeared from the shadow of the whirling trees. Before the two could see it clearly, the man called out.

"Master?!"

Chu nightning was slightly startled, and almost immediately earned his hand from the ink burning palm, hanging between his sleeves, then stood still and raised his head.

The teacher walked down a few steps from the higher steps, and the face of the setting sun was as clear as Fuyu, bright and bright, and the scorching brilliance was eclipsed by the red clouds in the sky.

He was really handsome.

The teacher probably didn't see the hands that the two of them were holding. He looked very surprised and said with a smile: "That's great! You are finally back!"

Mo Ran did not expect to meet him suddenly, and was a little embarrassed, so he asked: "Is the teacher going to go out?"

"Well, I was about to go down the mountain to buy something for the esteemed lord, but I didn't expect to see Shizun and Ah Ran first. A few days ago, the venerable lord received a message from Shizun, Haitang, but I haven't seen anyone, so I can't rest assured..."

Chu nightning said: "I and Mo Ran are all right. What about the other people in the party?"

"It's nothing." The teacher said, "Although the young master is at the mercy of Heizi, fortunately, the control time is not long, and the heart is not damaged. The elders of the greedy wolf have been carefully treated in the past few days, and I can get out of bed and move around this morning."

Chu nightning sighed: "That's good."

The teacher smiled, glanced at the ink, and then lowered his eyes gently, and said: "Although I really want to chat for a while, but the medicinal materials sent by Gu Yueye, if they don't go to get them, they should let the person who sent the medicine take a long time. Wait. I need to go first, Master, Ah Ran, see you in the evening."

"Well, you go." Chu nightning said, "Let's talk back."

Waiting for the teacher's robe to hunt, the figure gradually faded, Chu nightning turned his head, although he could feel that the ink burned and did not let go, he was the first to pull away, but for some reason, he was angry, and the blade-like cold eyes were vicious He took a look at the ink, and turned his sleeves away.

Ink burning: "..."

The two went to the outside of the Danxin Hall, and pushed the door, but they were shocked by the situation in front of them, and they were speechless.

I saw that in the main hall of the top of the dead, it was densely filled with gold and silver satin, treasure tree coral, magic artifact and spirit stone, from the high seat at the end all the way to the door, so that Chu nightning could only open the door halfway, but also Half of it has been blocked by a pile of shiny refining spar, completely unable to move. Other than these things, forget about it. For some strange reason, there are still more than 30 uneasy beautiful beauties standing in the hall.

As for Xue Zhengyi, he was laughing and laughing with a Huohuangge disciple wearing a light red shirt.

"No, this one really doesn't work, the others can be collected. Please take these singers back and return them to the pavilion master. We really don't listen to Xiaoqu'er here, nor do we like to watch dancing, thank you."

Mo Ran followed Chu nightning in, and the thirty girls stood by the door. Immediately, there was a strong aroma of fat powder. He was sensitive to the aroma that was prepared, and he couldn't hold back. Sneeze four or five sneezes.

Xue Zhengyi hurriedly turned back and was overjoyed when he saw the two of them.

"A Ran, Yuheng! You guys are back! Quick, help me to persuade this... uh... this envoy."

Chu nightning raised his eyebrows slightly: "What envoy?"

Before waiting for Xue Zhengyi to answer, the disciple smiled, turned around and said eagerly: "The eldest disciple of the Fire Phoenix Pavilion, under the order of the pavilion master, came to form an alliance with the top of the dead."

Chu nightning: "..."

Of course, this kind of alliance cannot be taken lightly. The three of them worked together to persuade the man for a long time before sending him away. Xue Zhengyi looked at the back of the envoy, sighed heavily, and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "You know Well, a lot of people have come from the big and small sects of the cultivation world in the sky, and they all said that they want to repair with the top of the dead. I haven't had much interaction with them over the years. All five crowded over to give gifts, and suddenly they became so enthusiastic, I didn't know how to deal with it."

Chu nightning frowned when he heard the words and asked: "What is the situation in the upper repair world during this period of time?"

Xue Zhengyong sighed: "Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi."

"How to say?"

"It's a mess." Xue Zhengyi said, "Xu Shuanglin, that lunatic, recalled so many grievances and grievances on the scroll. Even if he knew that this was his revenge, what could he change? Needless to say, Jiangdong Hall has already been torn apart, Gu Yueye and Ta Xue Palace are completely at odds, and now it is the enemy who is particularly jealous when they meet, and there is Wubei Temple..."

When he said this, he suddenly remembered that the master of sin was the master of Chu Wanning, and he couldn't help but stop.

Chu nightning was just indifferent: "The Temple of No Mercy is empty and clean, but the former host was involved in the dispute between the Confucianism and the Confucianism, and his intentions were sinister, and naturally his reputation was discredited."

"Um… "

Hearing him speak so ruthlessly about his teacher, Xue Zhengyi and Mo Ran both looked at Chu nightning with some confusion subconsciously.

Chu night Ning pursed his lips and stopped talking. After a while, he asked again: "Where is Nangong Si?"

"I don't know. After the fire went out, I didn't hear about him and Ye Gong... Miss Ye."

When the ink burned, he couldn't help but whisper "ah", with a worried look on his face.

Could it be that after two lifetimes, these two pure and good gentlemen still can't get a good end

Seeing his different expression and obscure eyes, Xue Zhengyi turned to look at him: "What happened to Ran'er?"

Mo Ran couldn't tell the truth, so he had to say: "I'm thinking that Xu Shuanglin's whereabouts are undecided now, and the two of them have a deep relationship with him, and they are worried that they will be implicated."

"Don't worry too much, all the sects have sent people to thoroughly investigate the source of all strange spells in the cultivation world." Xue Zhengyi said, "Unless Nangong Xu does not make a big move next, otherwise, he will definitely be caught. Young Master Nangong and Miss Ye may be temporarily trapped in the mountains and forests, and it is inconvenient to communicate with the outside world."

The ink burned: "Well, I hope so."

They continued to ask about the variables that have occurred in the past few days. Although Xue Zhengyi got a message from Haitang, he knew that Chu nightning and they had spent time on Feihua Island, but they also had some unclear follow-up, so they also asked them some recent developments. . Chu nightning has one answer and two answers, but when it comes to something related to ink burning, he will pause and deliberately put it aside.

As for Xue Zhengyi, he would never think of what could happen between Chu Wanning and Mo Ran.

Because these two people look like they don't match up well except for their looks.

age, identity, character.

Even the color of the skin, the taste of food, the posture of sleeping, and so on, are all the same.

For so many years, Wan Ye Yuheng has always represented Gao Jie, Beidou Immortal Venerable has always represented coldness, Master Chu is ruthless, and the most cherished is his own face, how could he come together with his apprentice

Even the most daring and absurd words would not have dared to be written like this. If any storyteller could say such a paragraph, it is estimated that someone would slap melon seeds and throw a big bowl of tea and beat them to the bottom of the beech wood table.

However, the love happened just like that.

In the dimly lit corner where no one cares, a hidden and charming flower blooms. Although not in full bloom, the fragrance is already charming.

Since he returned to the top of life and death, Chu Wanning went to Meng Po Tang for dinner that night.

Pushing open the door of the red lotus water pavilion, I suddenly saw a mountain path with bleak bamboo leaves, and a person standing quietly on the long bluestone steps.

Hearing the movement, the man turned his head, and the lush Xiaguang smudged and splashed ink behind him recklessly, painting his handsome cheeks with a layer of gold.

The ink burned and said to Chu nightning with a smile: "Master."

Chu night, Ning Jie Baisi walked slightly, and the memory suddenly overlapped. It seemed that when the ink burned the first year of life and death, he would stand in front of his door every day, watch himself go out, and wait for his return.

However, the youth is gone, and the old Yuheng elder has long since become the master he has called thousands of times.

In the respect, there are still a few strands of very restrained eagerness, and not so restrained tenderness.

"what are you doing here?"

"Waiting to eat with you."

Chu nightning's eyes fell on a food box in his hand and said: "I want to go to Meng Potang today, I haven't been there for a long time, and I don't want to stay in the waterside to eat."

The ink burned slightly, and then understood, he smiled: "Master misunderstood, this food box is empty, I just went to send some food to Xue Meng, he had a bad appetite, borrowed a small stove and cooked it for him A bowl of noodles."

I didn't expect that Mo Ran would give Xue Meng food. In the memory of Chu nightning, these two people have never been in harmony. Although they are cousins, they can fight to the death without a single incense stick together.

I don't know when it started, maybe it's five years of sleep and missed too much, or maybe the years of Mo Ran and Xue Meng are getting longer. The ice spring began to dissolve and gradually eased.

Although it is far away from the brothers, friends and brothers, at least Xue Meng will remember to pinch an ugly ink burning, and the ink burning will also cook a bowl of noodles by himself when Xue Meng is sick and send it to him. by his couch.

Chu nightning sighed: "How is he? When I went to see him before, he was still sleeping."

"I woke up now, ate noodles, and wanted to go out for a walk. I finally persuaded me to go back and lie down." Mo Ran said, "Zhenlong's chess game is no better than others. People who have been hit by sunspots, even if they are not controlled. Deep, you should also take a good rest for a while."

"Um."

Although Chu nightning should respond, he has some doubts in his heart.

... This understated sentence, the speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional, he suddenly feels vaguely uncomfortable, it seems that the advantages and disadvantages of ink burning for the loss of Zhenlong chess pieces are too clear and too indifferent.

"Master?"

Chu nightning came back to his senses, and the ink burned and asked with a smile: "What are you thinking?"

"...Nothing." It should be that he is thinking too much. Mo Ran is now a master, and it is not surprising that he has some understanding of forbidden techniques.

He changed the subject and said, "Where to eat? I don't want to go outside."

"I didn't want to go out to eat." Mo Ran rubbed his nose, smiled softly, and said in a gentle voice, "I just want to be with you and eat anywhere."

Chu nightning will not admit that he is a little moved, but he can't help but look at the dark and warm eyes for a while.

Those eyes are sincere, bright, reflecting the rays of the sun, and their own reflection.

Simple and clean.

He couldn't think of any reason to refuse such a pair of eyes, so he finally came to the lively dining hall with the ink burning.

Perhaps the thin layer of window paper was finally pierced. In the past, Mo Ran would give him vegetables without any scruples, and even when he saw some soup stains on the corner of Chu Wanning's mouth, he raised his hand and smiled for him. Lose. But now the two of them have become serious about their affairs, and they are embarrassed even when their eyes are entangled in the eyes of the public.

At the end of a meal politely, Chu nightning got up and wanted to take away the tray, but the ink burned and called him: "Master, wait a minute."

"What's wrong?"

The ink burned out his hand, and the moment when the finger pulp was about to touch the face of Chu nightning, it stopped.

He took it back, nodded at the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "You have a grain of rice here."

"… "

Chu nightning froze in place for a while, then put down the tray, as if to wipe the rice grains with a handkerchief very calmly, and then pursed his lips and whispered: "Is there any more?"

The ink burned and said with a smile: "No, it's very clean."

Chu nightning then picked up the plate and walked away. He was embarrassed and embarrassed at the same time, but he also had a vague sense of loss that he was not so willing to admit—

Mo Ran used to raise his hand directly. This man suddenly followed the rules, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

It was the same for days after that.

Mingming used to be such a person with no taboos, but now he is like a hairy guy who is just beginning to love. The ink burned as if he was afraid of shocking him. Every step he took, he was cautious in his words and deeds. Sometimes Chu nightning clearly saw the burning desire in his eyes, but the man's eyelashes curtain would fall silently. , and then, the generous palms wrapped Chu nightning's fingers.

When he raised his eyes again, all the desire in his eyes was covered by tenderness.

But it is too gentle, and sometimes Chu nightning will have a vague illusion in his heart.

It seems that the ink burns is to treat a pottery man who is broken and then re-bonded bit by bit, for fear that the action will be too big, and he will be crushed into slag and powder.

Chu nightning thinks it's good, calm and slow, not slow and slow, the boiling of the fire in the dream is exciting, but this kind of thing can be a dream, if it comes true, I'm afraid he can't stand it.

But no matter how much you hold back, no matter how you follow the steps of love, there will still be an end.

On this day, he finished dinner as usual, took a peach and prepared to leave, the peach had not taken two bites, his hand was caught, Chu nightning was shocked, looked up and saw that it was burning, and whispered:

"what are you doing-"

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