In the middle of the night, Chu Wanning woke up from a light sleep, Mo Ran had gotten out of bed, and his clothes had been dressed properly. He was sitting at the table, lighting a solitary lamp, and was looking down at a pile of objects.
The unease and helplessness before have become so light in the lingering aftertaste of this bean lantern and lingering. Chu nightning almost looked at him lazily for a while, and then said: "What are you doing?"
"Master is awake? Is the light too bright..."
"No." Chu nightning asked again, "What are you doing?"
Mo Ran pursed his lips and smiled a little embarrassedly.
Chu nightning got up, put on a robe, walked to him with bare feet, leaned against the table and watched. It turned out that there was his own Begonia handkerchief on the table, and Mo Ran took the other three plain white handkerchiefs and was stabbing them against the decorations on them.
"Are you embroidering a handkerchief?"
"... I think what the master did, just give me one person." Mo Ran put down the needle and thread, held Chu Wanning's waist with one hand, pasted it, and kissed his chest.
Chu nightning has a scar in his heart.
Chu nightning never said the origin of this scar, and the ink burned did not ask much.
When it's just skin-to-skin, subconsciously, I often kiss here with pity.
The ink burned and said: "Other people's handkerchiefs, I'll just stab them. Anyway, they don't know who made them..." He said, picked up an embroidered handkerchief, and asked with a smile, "Master Look, according to the thorn, does it look like yours?"
Chu nightning sighed: "You don't need to look at it, you know it."
How could this person be so possessive
Chu nightning touched Mo Ran's hair, and Mo Ran smiled and looked up at him.
The light is too dim, the ink burns and the eyes hurt a little. When I raise my eyes, there are bloodshots, but the face and smile are gentle and brilliant.
Chu nightning asked: "Do you still want to have those?"
The ink burned for a while, and then whispered: "I don't want to."
"Well." Chu nightning said, "That's good."
"Let's go with the flow..." In this sentence, Mo Ran seemed to say it to himself, and it also seemed to say to Chu nightning.
It's all natural.
Such days are too few and too few.
He Mo Weiyu is not a god, he is just a small duckweed in the vast world of red dust. People are selfish, give a glass of water to a person who is dying of thirst, take a sip, and then ask that person to take the initiative to pour out the glass of water and choose to die of thirst - this is really hard , almost no one in the world can do it.
The ink burns and thinks, drink a little more rain.
If you go to purgatory in the future, it will not be so painful.
There is a clear past, which is enough to comfort the dryness of life.
On the second day, everyone gathered outside the villa and set off for Jiaoshan together.
The owner of the Mazhuang ordered his subordinates to prepare a sturdy horse for everyone. In front of the black and golden saddle, there was a Qiankun bag embroidered with a night cat pattern. Xue Meng rode on the back of the horse and took a look at the bag. , immediately wrinkled his nose in disgust.
Suddenly, someone next to him was chuckling: "The taste of the owner of the Ma Zhuang is really not flattering. It's okay to embroider a big-headed cat on the Qiankun bag. There is also a red 'horse' embroidered on the back, which is interesting."
Xue Meng turned around and saw Mei Hanxue riding on a white high-headed horse, and was playing with the bag. He raised his light blue eyes and glanced at Xue Meng with a faint smile. The drop-shaped spar hanging on his forehead exuded a warm luster, and it swayed, making this face more charming.
Xue Meng glanced at him and whispered: "Scumbag."
The scum just smiled slightly and narrowed his eyes, but he didn't get angry at all, instead he said, "Young Master Xue doesn't look very good today, is he not getting enough sleep?"
"… "
"There is a halo in the bottom of the eyes, and the Yintang is still black. I have some herbal ointments here to calm the nerves and help sleep..."
"Mei Hanxue, are you very idle?" Xue Meng endured for a while, found that he couldn't help it, and looked back in anger, "Tasting Snow Palace expelled you from the teacher's door? What are you doing here at the top of life and death?"
"My master asked me to come here." Mei Hanxue still smiled, "Give your father the hidden weapon he asked for yesterday."
"Then get out when you're done."
Mei Hanxue was still not angry, and said with a smile: "Well, this is gone."
"???"
Xue Meng simply felt that this person was sick. I saw him several times, either soft like a bitch, or cold like a stone. The last time I ran into him at the Confucianism Gate, he also ran on himself in the autumn, today. Changed the good face of "you hit me on the left face, and I will send the right face up", Xue Meng couldn't hold back, he turned the horse's bridle and stared at the extremely handsome man on the horse's back.
"No, Mei Hanxue, I have no grudge against you, do I?"
"No."
"Then do I know you well?"
Mei Hanxue smiled, but did not answer quickly, but the light-colored eyes were shimmering with light, and when the wind blew, his fine golden long hair fluttered under the hood, and the sunlight shone brightly. More gentle.
Xue Meng didn't really want to hear his answer. He frowned and said: "Go away immediately after sending the hidden weapon. You are going to hook up with people from other sects. I can't control it. Don't think about having a good relationship with me to fish in troubled waters. The little junior sisters who dirty my life and death."
"...Pfft." Mei Hanxue couldn't hold back and laughed out loud, but then she squeezed her hand into a fist, covered her lips with a light cough, and looked at Xue Meng for a while, and said, "Okay."
He took the reins, a silver bell tied around his white wrist, and the wind blew and jingled.
Mei Hanxue smiled and looked sideways: "Let's go."
Xue Meng glared at him: "Come on? Do you want me to set off firecrackers for you?"
Mei Hanxue really left, the horse's hoof stepped on two steps, suddenly he remembered something, turned his head and said: "By the way, there is one more thing."
Xue Meng didn't want to listen, but Xue Meng was curious, so he asked angrily: "What?"
Mei Hanxue smiled slightly, and a slender and white finger was placed on his lips, holding a beast and a gentle scum, and whispered: "You are really spicy."
Xue Meng's face instantly burst green!
"You...you-you!!" He was completely disgusted. You had been in for a long time, but you didn't come out even half of the text. This is because the team in front of the leader was ordering to gather and prepare to leave. Mei Hanxue smiled. He waved to him, and rode away.
When the ink burned to the side of Xue Meng on horseback, Mei Hanxue had disappeared into the sea of people, and the ink burned to see Xue Meng slapped his chest in the same place, and retched again and again.
The ink burned for a moment: "... Have you eaten something bad?"
"Ugh - don't talk to me now, I'm fucking early in the morning, I ate some shit and I-"
Mo Ran: "...Although Bigu is very hungry, you won't be hungry enough to eat shit..."
"Go away!!!" Xue Meng pushed the ink-burning chest and pushed the ink-burning people and horses away. He was so angry that one Buddha ascended to heaven and two Buddhas Nirvana, and he blushed and roared his neck in the distance, "Ouch! Shit! You are so fucking hot!"
After a commotion, thousands of people set off from Gushan and headed towards Jiaoshan. This scene is really rare. After all, everyone goes out with Swordsman on weekdays. Even if a large team is assembled, it will arrive in an instant. It is rare for a group of monks to ride on horseback.
There are many people here who have not ridden horses for such a long time. The first day was fine, but after that, they couldn't stand it. Fortunately, the owner of the Mazhuang has everything in his Qiankun bag. Fans, and even several booklets made of silk, printed with the price and suitability of various novelties in Taobao Villa.
Xue Meng stared at the owner of Ma Zhuang, who was shouting in the shade of the tree when he was resting. The second richest man in the world was shouting happily and sparing no effort: "All the monarchs, if there is any business that you like, just tick it in the booklet. , I will deliver the goods to the house one by one after I go back, guaranteed return on seven days, guaranteed replacement on fifteen days, the fairy weapons ordered by the gentlemen have arrived, and then I will pay off the money—"
There are a lot of people who really have nothing to do, and the owner of Ma Zhuang definitely did it on purpose. There is a huge universe bag, and only these booklets are thrown in it, and he wants to see nothing else.
After staring at it for a long time, there are always one or two pieces that can move my heart. Even Xue Meng couldn't help but mention "It is suitable for all ages, the taste is light and beneficial, the selection of materials is excellent, and the spiritual power is greatly increased - Nanping Mountain Lingyan Bird's Nest Cake" There is a circle on it.
He can finally know how to make money by "making money" that Mo Ran said.
After traveling for seven days, the owner of Ma Zhuang earned a lot of money, and everyone was a little tired. In the evening, they finally arrived at the Panlong Mountains.
"Dragon is proud, I hope you respect it."
Xue Zhengyi looked at the huge rock standing in front of Panlong Mountain Road, read the words on the rock, and turned back to ask Nangong Si: "Nangong young master, what does this mean?"
Nangong Si said: "It means that all the next journeys must be walked, and after entering the mountain, until the opening of the Jiaoshan enchantment, you must not speak foul language, otherwise you will be punished."
Since Nangong Si warned like this, the leaders immediately passed it on. However, each sect has different communication methods. The Palace Master of Taxue Palace picked up the jade flute on his waist and blew it twice. Master Xuanjing shook the silver bell in his hand. Jiang Xi stood still. It was Hua Binan who sent the message for him. Hua Binan waved his sleeves, and a cloud of black smoke gushed out from his sleeves. After a closer look, he found that it was not smoke, but hundreds of small flying insects, one by one, they stopped by the ears of Gu Yue Ye disciples and warned them.
Xue Meng was disgusted and said: "The cold scale holy hand is really perverted, is he full of bugs?" Suddenly he remembered something, turned his head to the teacher and said: "Speaking of which, you also went to Linlingyu to study. , didn't contact Hua Binan, right? Don't play bugs when you come, that's enough for me to drink a pot. "
The teacher turned his head and smiled: "... The young master is really worried."
At this time, the top of life and death also began to communicate, and other sects meant to show off their skills somewhat. Xue Zhengyi was better, and shouted with loudspeaker:
"After entering the valley, don't speak swear words! If you can't control yourself, use the Silence Spell to gag your mouth in advance! Did you hear it?"
The full-bodied loud voice echoed in the mountains and forests, the sound shook the trees, the sound stopped the clouds, and the echoes curled like a thread—
"Have you heard it all? Did you hear it? Are you there?"
The monks: "..."
The author has something to say:
"Xue Meng is straight"
Mei Hanxue: I have nothing to do with Xue Meng.
Jiang Xi: It is impossible for me and Xue Meng.
Ink burning: I saw a ghost with Xue Meng.
Chu nightning: I have no future with Xue Meng.
Teacher: Who am I attacking Xue Meng
Nangong Si: Xue Meng is not beautiful enough.
Xue Meng: ... Have you considered my feelings