After this day, Chu nightning and Mo Ran had no chance to meet in private for the time being.
The heavy rain in the middle of Shu is not stopping, and it looks like a monster. There are a lot of dead fish and dead shrimp in the rolling rivers outside Baidi City. Slaying demons and eliminating demons, Chu nightning and Mo Ran are extremely powerful because of their own mana, and they will not be arranged to waste their strength at this time. One goes to the Three Gorges Port and the other goes to Yizhou.
Confucianism has a century-old foundation, and there are countless monsters detained in the Golden Drum Tower.
In addition to Shuzhong, Yangzhou, Leizhou, and Xuzhou, which originally belonged to the realm of Taiping, have also frequently produced tragic cases of monsters eating people and killing civilians. For a time, a lot of manpower from various sects has been allocated to investigate the whereabouts of Xu Shuanglin. even slower.
The ink burning spiritual power is amazing, and now it is even more stable. It only took four days to quickly stabilize Yizhou and return to the top of life and death. When I heard that Chu Wanning had come back, I couldn't help but feel happy and could not take a rest. I just wanted to go to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion to find him.
As a result, the gate of the water pavilion was closed, and when I asked again, Xue Zhengyi said strangely: "Retreat, didn't Yuheng tell you?"
"Retreat again?" Mo Ran was surprised, "Is the master injured?"
"What kind of injury, isn't it because of the mental method? He has to retreat every seven years. When he retreated last time, you went to take care of him, why did you forget it."
When Xue Zhengyi said this, Mo Ran suddenly remembered that there was indeed such a thing - at that time, he had just worshipped Chu Wanning as a teacher, and only after half a year, Chu Wanning said that he practiced his mind when he was young. Jin, who has an old illness, although there is no serious problem, he has to retreat for ten days every seven years.
Ten days and ten days, Chu Zongshi's cultivation level declined within ten days, and he was almost a mortal. He needed to meditate and meditate in order to recover his body. During this period, he can only recover his consciousness for one hour a day, enter some water, and eat a little something. The rest of the time, he must not be disturbed, let alone injured, so Chu nightning will set up the most powerful around the red lotus water pavilion in advance. In the enchantment, only Xue Zhengyi, Xue Meng, Shimei, and Mo Ran were allowed to enter to save the catastrophe.
Not long before the last retreat, he just had a conflict with Chu Wanning because of "picking flowers". After he was punished by Chu Wanning, he was a little disheartened, so the master retreated for ten days, and he did not go to escort him for a day. Instead, I went to help my uncle sort out the library.
Thinking of the year, Mo Ran was uneasy, and immediately said: "I'll go see him."
"You don't have to go. He said it before entering the customs. Like last time, let Xue Meng guard the first three days, the teacher guards the middle three days, and you will go to accompany him in the last four days."
"I just wanted to take a look at him..."
"What's so good about this." Xue Zhengyi smiled and said, "The last time I crossed this pass, it was also accompanied by Meng'er Shimao, what are you worried about? Besides, you passed, Menger saw you, and immediately I have to talk to you, it's not good to quarrel with Yuheng."
The ink burned and thought about it, so I promised not to go, but I didn't fall asleep that night. When I thought that Xue Mengzheng and Chu Wanning were alone in the red lotus waterside, I felt sour, especially not the taste.
Of course he knew that Xue Meng was pure, and he had no interest in men, but he was uncomfortable, awkward, tossing and turning for most of the night, and barely slept for an hour or two when the sun was shining.
After waking up, Mo Ran felt that it would not work.
He still couldn't help it, he wanted to see Chu Wanning, even if he looked at it from a distance.
Although the gate of the red lotus water pavilion is closed, the enchantment is all over, but the ink burning is the apprentice of Chu Wanning, and the enchantment will not stop him. As for the green and green bamboo completed, it is just a decoration, and the ink burning is light. , and landed smoothly in the courtyard. Every time Chu nightning meditates, he is used to a green bamboo pavilion deep in the lotus pond, and this should be the same.
Sure enough, you can see the Yanbo Pond from a distance, the lotus leaves are in the middle, the elegant bamboo pavilion is swaying with light gauze on all sides, and Chu Ning sits quietly on the ground, and the white clothes are spread all over the place.
Xue Meng stood next to him, probably feeling that the sun was shining outside, so he bundled up a snow gauze so that the master could get some warm sunshine. The morning sun in winter flowed into the pavilion, shining on Chu Wanning's slightly pale face. It was probably that he felt this warmth in meditation, and his face gradually became bloody.
After a while, Chu nightning was caused by the cycle of Zhoutian, and his forehead gradually sweated. Xue Meng wiped him with the white towel next to him. After wiping, he couldn't help but look up and looked left and right, He murmured: "It's so strange, why do you think someone is staring at me..."
Ink burning is not staring, but staring.
His expression seemed calm, but his heart was actually full of turmoil.
He felt that Xue Meng held a handkerchief and wiped the forehead of Chu nightning for a long time, the distance was a little closer, and the eyes were a little ambiguous - in short, all kinds of trumped-up charges were thrown on Xue Meng, and he was unhappy and manic.
Manic-depressed, manic-depressed, the ink burns a bit unbearable, and I don't want to stay here and suffer, I plan to leave.
But he couldn't control it, and the voice at his feet was louder. Xue Meng immediately threw out a plum blossom dart full of spiritual power, and shouted sharply: "Who?!"
The plum blossom dart was a trivial matter, and he caught it with his bare hands, but when he heard such a shout, the ink burned his heart and his throat was almost raised, and he rushed out of the bamboo forest, passed over the lotus pond, and jumped gently in the bamboo pavilion. .
Xue Meng widened his eyes and said: "How do you-"
"Light it up." Mo Ran immediately covered his mouth and lowered his voice, "Why are you shouting so loudly?"
"Uh-uh-uh!" Xue Meng struggled for a long time, and suddenly got out of the ink burning hand, his face flushed, and he angrily stroked the scattered hair, and said angrily, "You still say me? You What are you hiding in the bushes like a little thief watching?"
"...I'm afraid you'll be yelling like you are now."
"I can't hear it when I yell at the master!" Xue Meng said angrily, "The curse, didn't you see that the master has cast the curse on himself? Unless you solve the curse, you will face him. He can't even hear what you're saying..."
He yelled, but the ink burned for a while: "The curse of the sound? How did the uncle say that I am afraid that I will come over and disturb you?"
"My father must think that you are too tired to just come back from Yizhou, and want you to rest first." Xue Meng said silently, "You also believe what he said, and you don't know how to think about it first, which time the master retreated. It's not that you cast this or that spell on yourself first, so that we can be more comfortable by the side, you don't even think about it, you're really stupid."
Ink burning: "..."
Seeing that the ink burned and was about to sit down in the pavilion, Xue Meng hurried to pull him: "Hey, what are you doing?"
The ink burned: "In this case, I also keep it."
Xue Meng said: "Who wants you to keep it, I said that I will keep it for the first three days, and you have to betray the master again, walk around, don't rob me of my work."
"Are you taking good care of him by yourself?"
"Why can't I take care of it well, it's not the first time I've taken care of Master to retreat."
Seeing that Xue Meng was angry, the ink burned and couldn't say anything. After hesitating for a while, he was about to leave. Suddenly, he saw the tea cup on the table. The leaves were wide, the color was dark, and there was a faint fragrance of harmony, so he asked: "Kunlun Snow cold fragrant tea?"
"Huh? How do you know?"
"..." How could he not know that this tea is Xue Meng's favorite drink, Xue Meng is always willing to give his favorite things to the master to enjoy, but he didn't think about these things carefully. Inappropriate, like it or not.
"The cold fragrance in the snow is cold and cold. Master has a cold constitution. If you give him this kind of tea, will he feel comfortable?"
Xue Meng was stunned for a moment, his face was a little red, and he explained embarrassingly: "I didn't think so much, I only know that the cold fragrance of the snow is a good tea, I..."
"Go change some rose tea, add two spoons of honey, and give him a drink when he wakes up. I'll make some snacks for you, and I'll bring them to you later."
Xue Meng wanted to save some face for himself, and hurriedly said: "You can't eat dim sum, and you have to be fast for ten days."
"I know, but my uncle said that it's okay to eat a little." Mo Ran said, waved his hand, walked out of the bamboo pavilion, and walked outside the waterside, "See you later."
Xue Meng looked at his back, stunned, and went out for a while.
When the ink burned away, he lowered his head and couldn't help but look at the side of the master's neck - the faint trace of bruising that he accidentally glimpsed yesterday.
Under the sun, it is even clearer, not like the traces of mosquito bites, nor any wounds. Xue Meng is no longer fourteen or fifteen years old. Although some things have not been experienced, it does not mean that they are ignorant. This trace on Chu nightning's neck makes him very uneasy.
He thought about all kinds of details, especially the movement he heard in the back mountain that day.
He kept telling himself that it was the wind, the wind.
However, the vague haze in my heart seemed to come up again, and under the innumerable smog, it seemed that something bizarre was about to gradually reveal its original appearance.
In the warm sun, Xue Meng didn't know why, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He shuddered involuntarily and frowned.
Because of this unrest, on the sixth day of Chu nightning retreat, Xue Meng made a decision-
He plans to follow the ink to burn in secret.
This is the last day of the teacher's service to Chu Wanning. The shift should have been at midnight, but Mo Ran had dinner in Meng Potang early that day, and brought a box of snacks, and went straight to the red lotus waterside. Xue Meng didn't expect that he actually planned to replace the teacher at this time, and the rest of the meal would not be eaten anymore. The cat chased after the waist, and followed him to the red lotus waterside, and the ink burned from the main gate. He slowed down for a while, followed the example of what Mo Ran had done before, and went over the wall and entered the door.
At this time, the setting sun has not yet set, the crescent moon has come out, the sky has removed the makeup that is full of color and streamer, only the residual redness at the end of the eyes has not been wiped off. The night is engulfed, the stars are like water.
Mo Ran carried the food box, and saw the teacher turned his back to himself and walked into the bamboo pavilion. He didn't seem to hear the movement of Mo Ran, and stopped in front of Chu Wanning.
Mo Ran smiled and was about to say hello to him, but suddenly a cold light flashed in the hands of the teacher, pointing to Chu nightning who was meditating.
"Teacher!"
His back was cold and his hair stood on end.
In his two lifetimes, he has experienced so many separations and separations that even today, with a little bit of trouble, he can be a soldier. The so-called one was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope. This red lotus waterside once parked the body of Chu Wanning for two years until the day he died.
He actually didn't like it very much here. When he stepped into the waterside, he could always think of the last years of his last life. Chu nightning was lying in the lotus flower, his eyes were closed forever, and he was no longer alive.
So subconsciously, he felt that the red lotus water pavilion was a disaster, with a bottomless throat that would devour the last fire in the world.
The teacher turned back, he lowered his hand, and the silver light was hidden in his sleeve: "A burning?... Why are you here?"
"I-"
The ink burned the heartbeat wildly, couldn't get up in one breath, didn't care about anything, the black eyebrows stood up and said: "In your hand..."
"In hand?"
The teacher was stunned for a moment, and then raised his hand again, and saw that he was holding a comb in his hand, cast in sterling silver, and the back of the tail was inlaid with the broken spirit stones of the meridians.
The ink burned a little bit, and after a while, he said: "You... are you combing the hair of the master?"
"...Well, what's the matter?" The teacher looked at him up and down, and then raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly, "The face is so ugly, is there something wrong outside?"
"No, I just..."
Halfway through, he couldn't go on, but his face turned from pale to reddish. Fortunately, it was dark at night, so people couldn't see it clearly. After a while, Mo Ran turned his face slightly and coughed lightly: "Nothing."
The teacher still looked at him silently, and then seemed to understand something, his expression was slightly stunned, he hesitated and said: "Do you think..."
The ink burned and said: "I don't have it."
After all, the teacher is also a person who treats him very well. He is the one who treats him like a family member. Mo Ran is also shocked by his misunderstanding at that moment. He only feels sorry for the teacher, so the three words "I don't have" blurted out.
The teacher didn't speak, and for a long time, he said: "A burning."
"Um?"
"I haven't said the second half of the sentence." The teacher sighed softly, "Why are you in such a hurry to deny it."
As soon as this statement came out, it undoubtedly showed that the teacher had understood the moment when the ink burned the silver comb in his hand as a murderous blade.
Although this is the fear caused by the death of Chu nightning two lives, no matter who is facing the ink burning station, Xue Meng or Xue Zhengyi, he will probably give birth to the trembling. But in the face of the teacher, the ink burned calm down, and my heart was still uncomfortable.
He lowered his eyes and said, "... I'm sorry."
In memory, the teacher is always gentle and gentle when encountering people, and there are very few times when he is indifferent or blames others. But that night, next to the lotus pond, the teacher looked at the ink, but he didn't make a sound for a long time.
The wind is blowing, the lotus leaves are rolled over in the pond, and the red lotus dances lightly.
The teacher said: "It's not as good as the old, but A Ran, I have known each other for nearly ten years, I am in your heart, why is it so unbearable."
His voice was soft and calm, without too much anger, and without the slightest grievance. Mo Ran looked at his eyes, two clear springs, as if everything had been seen through, but he didn't want to care about anything, and he didn't want to say more.
The teacher handed the comb that overflowed with silver light to the ink burning hand, and said lightly: "Before the teacher closes his eyes and meditates, let me tie the braids for him later. Since you are here, I will give it to you. "
"Teacher..."
But the tall and beautiful man had passed him by the wrong shoulder, his steps were gentle, but he never looked back and left the desolate red lotus waterside of Wanye alone.
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Small Theater "What to Do When I'm Angry"
Q: What should I do if Chu nightning is angry
Ink burning 0.5: What are you angry with, what qualifications do you have to be angry, this seat is still angry that he doesn't like talking on the bed, it's ridiculous.
Ink burning 1.0: Hurry up and take the teacher away, who can still live when Chu nightning is angry
Ink Burning 2.0: I will not make Master angry.
Xue Meng: It's over... Where did I go wrong? I... I'll change it right away.
Teacher: I won't make Master angry.
Q: What should I do if the ink burns angry
Chu nightning: ... He doesn't seem to be angry.
0.5: ? ? ? Knock you, you forgot my existence
Xue Meng: Dog thing, scold him.
Teacher: Then let's have a good coax.
Xue Meng is angry, what should I do
Chu nightning: Isn't he angry every day
Ink burning: Isn't he angry every day
Teacher: Pfft, isn't he angry every day
What should I do if the teacher is angry
Chu nightning: Will he be angry
Xue Meng: Will he be angry
Ink burning: ... He will be angry. I made him angry today in the text, but I don't know what to do, I'm not very good at coaxing people...