There was no one around, and Mo Ran took him and took him to the alley behind Meng Po Tang. The alley was extremely narrow. He went in and stood another Mo Ran, and there was no more space left.
Chu nightning was holding a peach and staring at him.
It was probably continuous forbearance and restraint, which finally made this man with vigor and vigor a little restless. His chest was ups and downs slightly, and his black eyes stared at Chu Wanning brightly. He suddenly reached out and held him in his arms.
"My peach!"
It was too late to say, the fruit that was full of water and spirit was knocked off, and it rolled into the corner without moving.
"Master." The man's fiery breath lingered in his ears, so tormented, so eager, but his tone was still clear, with a sense of forbearance floating in the boiling heat, his voice was slightly burnt by lust, but he Still no more action.
He just hugged him, held him in his arms, and murmured.
"I feel terrible."
Chu night Ning suddenly widened his eyes: "What's the matter, where is it uncomfortable?"
The ink burned for a while, and then laughed. He grabbed the hand of Chu nightning who wanted to probe the temperature of his forehead, put it on his lips, and kissed it.
Chu nightning frowned anxiously and said: "I'm going to go to see the elders of the wolf when I'm sick."
"It's useless to look at that winter pickle." Mo Ran said helplessly, "Look at the cabbage."
Chu nightning only reacted, and his face was tense in an instant, and he became angry: "Who do you say is cabbage?"
The ink burned and smiled: "I was wrong."
After a pause, he stared at Chu nightning with those wet dark eyes.
"But Master, I miss you."
Chu nightning was hugged by him, and looked at by such a pair of eyes, the anger of being called "little cabbage" had nowhere to vent, but became thin red on the tip of the ear. After a long while, he said, "... We just ate at the same table."
"It doesn't count."
"… "
"Master, I just want to stay with you for a while. Every time you finish your meal, you walk away by yourself. When you walk in the crowd, I can't touch you..."
There was a weak grievance in the man's voice.
"Stay with me longer and don't go back."
Chu nightning was read by him that his cheeks became more and more hot, and he was flustered, not to mention that the breath on his body was so fiery, so vigorous, so eager, he was hugged tightly by him, and in the end, he couldn't say a word.
The ink burned and muttered: "Master, let me hold you for a while..."
For the two of them, it is not so easy to be alone at the top of life and death naturally. Especially in these days, the number of visits from major sects has increased significantly. Chu nightning is often dragged by Xue Zhengyi to make suggestions, so there is less time to get together.
I managed to sit closer when I was eating, but I always had to worry about the bustling crowd around me. I was afraid that a little carelessness would cause the sharp-eyed disciples to see something strange, so since the confession, they even had a chance to hold hands. Very rare.
After restraining for so long, it's no wonder that the ink burning can't stand it.
As the twilight deepened, more and more people came out of Meng Po Tang. A group of female nuns who were laughing and joking walked past the alley and accidentally bumped into the Huoguang mouse raised by Elder Xuanji, the little mouse with a spirit fire on the tip of its tail. Squeaky and scrambled, causing everyone to laugh, Chu nightning became uneasy in such a lively, and he pushed the ink to burn.
"Go out."
"Just a moment..."
"It's time for someone to come, go out."
Chu nightning is a person who is used to Qingxiu. If he doesn't show him a real color, even if he is confused, he will not be fascinated. The ink burned and sighed. As he wished, he released his arms that held him tightly. Chu nightning immediately walked out of the dark and narrow alley, and then looked back at him.
"What are you still doing there?"
The ink burned and coughed, and it seemed a little embarrassing. He said: "Master, let's go first, and I will stand for a while."
Chu nightning was puzzled, just wanted to say something, but saw that the handsome face of the burning wheat seemed to be a little red, and the black eyes were also a little flickering, like the stars in the clear night sky.
He suddenly understood what was coming, and his eyes moved down unconsciously. When he saw a certain part, his ears were buzzing, and it was like being stung by a scorpion. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flicked his sleeves and left angrily, as if there was still blue smoke above his head.
The days of dodging like this have passed for ten consecutive days, even if the tamed wolf is docile, the blood in the bones is getting stronger and stronger, and it means that the mountains and rains are about to come. Every morning repair, Mu Sheng, he stared at the elder Yuheng on the high platform, the desire in his eyes was uncontrollable, and it became more and more obvious every day.
When you are infatuated with someone, even if you try your best to hide your love, you can't hide it.
Sometimes Xue Meng has no intention of sweeping the eyes of the burning ink, and he will be shocked. He looks at the burning ink, and then looks at Chu Wanning. The Phoenix is a muscle, and he does not think on the wrong road, so the more he looks, the more at a loss, I don't know what emotions are flashing in the burning eyes.
Xue Meng only felt uncomfortable subconsciously, but he couldn't tell where he was uncomfortable.
One day in the morning repair, Xue Meng took advantage of no one around, and lowered his voice and shouted the ink burning: "Hey, I ask you something."
"What's up?"
"Is Shizun sick?"
The ink burned: "Why do you say that? Where is the teacher? Why don't I know?"
"You don't know?" Xue Meng touched his chin, "It's strange, then why do you always look at him recently, and always look caring."
"..." Listening to Xue Meng's words, the ink burned to understand. He coughed lightly and lowered his eyes, "What do you think, don't curse Master."
"I didn't curse him." After a pause, he murmured, "Then why are you staring at him?"
"You read it wrong."
"I'm not blind."
"You are blind."
"I'm blind? Then you're a dog!"
Two big men in their twenties are arguing with childishness. On the high platform, Chu Wanning heard a change here, and looked down coldly. The two shut up abruptly, and each lowered their heads and recited them. The herbal medicine file, but the elbows are still pressed against each other secretly. The ink burned with him for a while, and suddenly relaxed his strength, and pulled his hand away without warning.
Xue Meng used too much force, and suddenly lost the obstruction of the ink burning, and he fell directly on the ink burning.
The ink burned his legs and laughed: "Hahahaha."
Xue Meng was very angry, and he didn't care about the quiet atmosphere around him. He said loudly: "You are shameless! You are yin me!"
"Mo Weiyu, Xue Ziming." Seeing that his apprentice was about to be embarrassed, Chu nightning was a little angry, raised his phoenix eyes, frowned his sword eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "If you want to quarrel outside, don't disturb everyone here. "
"Yes, Master." The ink burned immediately and calmly.
Xue Meng also reluctantly stopped. But he was still a little annoyed, and felt that he had lost face just now. After thinking about it, he cut a small piece of paper, wrote a few large characters on it, got up, and threw it towards the ink burning table.
"Clap."
Unexpectedly, the paper ball was thrown over the head, and a slender and white hand picked it up from the spread page. The teacher opened the crumpled paper puzzled and glanced at the words written on it.
—
"You're just staring! Do you have any intentions! Do you want the master to teach you your unique way of thinking!"
There is also a dog drawn below, with a black cross.
Teacher: "..."
After Chen Xiu dispersed, Xue Zhengyi found Chu Wanning, saying that after several investigations in Linyi, it was determined that due to the calamity, people could no longer live within five years, so the group of refugees brought from the upper repair world. , and now they all need to be placed in the territorial villages and towns on the top of the dead.
"The ones I brought back have already started to be settled in Wuchang Town, Fenghe Town, and Baishui Village. There are also those brought back by you and A Ran." Xue Zhengyi said, "The town of Wuchang can't hold that much. If you have permanent residents, let’s take half of them to Yuliang Village, there is also a shortage of young people.”
Chu nightning said: "It is indeed more appropriate to put it in Yuliang Village."
Xue Zhengyi nodded: "Yu Liang is not far away, you go earlier, there are a lot of people to be placed, these firewood, rice, oil and salt, Menger can't figure out, I will let the teacher go with you, he can help some busy."
Chu nightning said: "... good."
For the villagers in Yuliang Village, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran are already old acquaintances. The village chief got the news of Xue Zhengyi two days ago, so he waited at the door of the village early in the morning, waiting for the immortals at the top of death and life. arrival. The Ling'er girl is also there. I haven't seen her for a long time. She is becoming more and more beautiful. When she sees the ink burning, she is busy to say hello to him.
The ink burned a little surprised, but still smiled: "The girl didn't go to the repair world?"
"I won't go, fortunately I didn't go. If I go to Linyi, I'm afraid I'll lose my life." Ling'er patted her plump breast with lingering fears, "I'll stay in the lower world first, and the village will also be during this period of time. It's getting better and better... We used to yearn to go to the upper cultivation world, but this is the first time we have seen people from the upper cultivation world come to us. Don't go, don't go."
"Yeah." Some people heard her words and echoed, "Everything is like a mountain, and with Xue Zunzhu here, maybe in ten or twenty years, people in the upper cultivator world will be eager to go. We're running here."
The teacher said softly: "The lower world has been suffering for a hundred years, but the so-called river has the other side, the sea has the other side, we will not be the only ones suffering all the time, and now it's time to live a good life."
While he was talking, he distributed the herbal ointment that Mrs. Wang had ordered him to bring to everyone, and Mo Ran also took a jar and looked at it carefully, and found that there was a snake-shaped coat of arms of Gu Yueye on it, and couldn't help but be surprised: "This is... Medicines made by the Scale Saint?"
"Well, a few days ago, Jiang Jiang sent someone to send it."
Chu nightning listened to it and said: "Jiang Xi will send things more than Huohuang Pavilion. There are many ghosts and evil spirits in Shu.
"Isn't it?" Mo Ran murmured, "It's still a medicinal pill made by the cold scale holy hand. It's exaggerated, and the flesh and bones of the living dead are not a problem, alas..."
"Alas" and the second half of the sentence was not spoken - alas, Jiang Xi is really rich.
Back then, in Xuanyuan Pavilion, Chu Wanning bought only a few bottles of tapir fragrance, and the asking price was 2.5 million. As a result, Jiang Zhangmen waved his hand, and a delivery was a carriage.
The ink burned silently and put the medicine jar back into the scorpion, and sighed secretly, thinking that the Confucianism door is indeed finished, but the next one to emerge is obviously the lonely moon night, and it is not the turn of death and life, and the lower world is going to rise. , I am afraid it will take a hundred years.
After being busy for a long time, in the evening, the food and clothing expenses of the old Linyi residents were arranged, and the houses were cleaned up. The three master and apprentice were about to leave, but the village chief insisted on keeping them to eat together. Under the hospitality, they were disrespectful, so they followed the village chief to the ancestral hall of Yuliang Village.
The ancestral hall in the village will always hold some important red and white events. New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve, and the Lantern Festival to watch the big play, are also in this ancestral hall, or in the courtyard outside the ancestral hall. On this day, because many old people from the upper world came to live in Yuliang Village from now on, the villagers prepared more than 30 tables of banquets, cooked sheep and slaughtered cattle, steamed rice and cooked noodles, and came to entertain everyone.
The village chief actually remembered that Chu night would rather not eat spicy food, so he specially arranged a table of light dishes, and asked Elder Yuheng and some people in Linyi who were not used to spicy food to sit down.
Those people were rescued by Mo Ran and Chu Wanning. When they were on Feihua Island, they already knew this cold Xianjun, but they knew it, and sitting with him to eat, everyone at the table was very nervous. Out of etiquette, they couldn't get up and change positions, so they had a very embarrassing meal, and the other tables were joking and drinking. This one just moved their chopsticks silently, and no one said a word.
The ink-burning skills are good, he helped in the kitchen, and when the last dish came up, he came out of the back kitchen. The honey-colored face was covered with thin sweat, the eyes were bright, the bridge of the nose was very straight, and the crowd was top-notch and eye-catching.
"The soup dumplings are here!" The aunt held a big cup, which was filled with small steamers, and her voice was loud, "Every table has it, every table has it, every table has twelve, six shepherd's purse fresh meat, six Only shiitake mushrooms and fresh meat, eat it while it's hot!"
The ink burned and smiled, and helped the aunt to pass the Xiaolong Tang Bao to the table.
"Thank you Mo Xianjun!"
"Thank you Xianjun!"
More children who are familiar with the burning of ink shouted: "Thank you, Brother Weiyu!"
Ling'er's eyes circled around him and couldn't move away. Even though she knew that this person didn't like her or would not like her, she still couldn't restrain herself from wanting to look at him—
Well, it doesn't matter if you look at it anyway.
"Thank you Mo Xianjun." When she was brought to her table, she thanked her softly with red lips.
Mo Ran smiled at her. It was a bright smile that didn't dodge and didn't bring any ambiguous and ambiguous smiles. On the contrary, it made Linger, who just wanted to take the opportunity to steal eyes, a little embarrassed, and lowered his head.
The last two tables have not been delivered, one table has Chu Wanning, and the other has a teacher. The two of them have different tastes, so they did not sit together. The ink burned first to the table of Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning He frowned and said, "Don't be too busy, the food is cold."
When giving it to the teacher's table, the teacher smiled and said: "A burning is a skillful hand, thank you."
"Haha, fortunately, I just helped the aunt to start."
The ink burned, turned around and turned back. The teacher thought he was going to take the bowl, so he made some empty seats on the bench and said: "Sit here, I just asked for an extra bowl at this table, you don't have to take it. "
The ink burned for a while, then scratched his head and smiled: "I'm sitting at the table of the master."
"...When did you stop eating spicy food? Only those who don't eat spicy food go there."
"Quit." Mo Ran said.
The teacher was silent for a long time, his eyes were dark, but he suddenly smiled: "I have heard of quitting drinking water and quitting smoking leaves, but I have never heard of anyone wanting to quit chili peppers."
"Actually, it's not a quit. If you don't eat it for too long, you don't want to eat it." Mo Ran waved at the teacher and ran to the kitchen with a smile, "Take the bowl, you sit down and eat, and don't eat soup. The bag is cold."
The author has something to say: Mo Ran: I'm going to quit spicy.
Chu nightning: Why bother to embarrass yourself.
Sister Shi: It's useless for you to quit spicy food. You can't learn from Shizun to eat sweets. He likes abnormal sweet things.
Xue Mengmeng: I don't understand you gays, just fall in love, why should I involve my favorite pepper
Chili: quack