The days are getting higher and higher, and more and more people come to the inn to play sharp children. The ink is too noisy downstairs, so Xiao Er will send the cooked dishes to his room.
In the end, he still invited Chu Wanning. After all, the master is the biggest. He is not the emperor of the human world now, and the rules still have to be followed.
There are three bowls of steaming noodle soup on the beech wood square table. The noodles are made by themselves, which is different from the ones bought outside. The muscles are smooth, with thick-cut beef slices, fat sausages that have been oiled, fresh pea seedlings, plump Green vegetables, golden egg shreds, bright and attractive colors, and they are beautifully placed.
But the best thing about these three bowls of noodles is not the water leaves, nor the chunks of meat or the extravagant ingredients, but the bone broth that has been simmered for four hours on a low fire, poured into the noodle bowl, and the milky white soup is floating. Sesame red oil, the ink burns a stone bowl and researches a spicy and fragrant seasoning, boils it in the soup, the aroma is fragrant and the taste is rich.
He pondered that the teacher likes to eat spicy food, and the red oil and oil and spicy food are quite full. Seeing that the teacher was burying his head and eating deliciously, the curvature of the corners of the ink-burning mouth became more and more comfortable, and he secretly glanced at it a few times, and couldn't help but ask: "Is it delicious?"
The teacher said: "It's very delicious."
Chu nightning didn't speak, and it was still the gloomy expression that God owed him a hundred golden mountains and silver mountains.
The ink burned with a smug look: "Then tell me when you want to eat it, and I will do it."
There was a thin layer of water mist in the hot eyes of the teacher, and he looked up and smiled at the ink, and the eyebrows were all soft. The beauty is in front, if it is not for Chu nightning who is still sitting next to the ice and snow, the ink burns will be a little unsure whether he should eat the teacher or the noodles in the bowl.
Pea sprouts, fat intestines, and Shi Mei didn't eat much, but beef and vegetables quickly bottomed out.
Mo Ran, who had been quietly observing by the side, stretched out his chopsticks, pulled the pea sprouts and fat intestines into his bowl, and took several pieces of beef from his noodle bowl to fill the gap.
The disciples at the top of life and death all eat at Meng Potang, and they often exchange dishes with each other, so the teacher didn't think there was anything strange, and smiled: "A burning doesn't eat beef?"
"Well, I love pea sprouts."
Said and snorted. The ears are pointed and slightly reddish.
Chu nightning expressionlessly picked up the bean sprouts in his bowl with chopsticks, and threw them all into the ink-burning bowl.
"I don't eat bean sprouts."
He threw all the beef in his bowl to the teacher: "Don't eat beef."
Then frowned, stared at what was left in the bowl, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
The teacher cautiously said: "Master... is it not to your taste?"
Chu nightning: "..."
He didn't answer, lowered his head, silently took a green cabbage, took a small bite, his face became even more ugly, and with a "pop", he put down his chopsticks neatly.
"Mo Weiyu, you knocked over the jar of hot sauce in the soup?"
I didn't expect that the hard-worked breakfast would be robbed by such a sentence, the ink burned for a while, looked up, and there was a noodle hanging on the corner of the mouth. He blinked innocently at Chu Wanning, and he couldn't believe his ears, so he swallowed the noodles and said, "What?"
Chu nightning did not give face this time: "Are you doing what people eat? Can people eat this?"
The ink burned and blinked several times, and finally determined that Chu nightning was scolding himself, and said: "Why is it not eaten by people?"
Chu nightning's eyebrows twitched, and he said sharply: "It's really hard to swallow."
The ink is burning, and he is a craftsman from the drunk jade building.
"Master, you are... too picky."
The teacher also said: "Master, you haven't eaten for a day. Even if you don't like it, you can eat some."
Chu nightning got up and said coldly: "I don't eat spicy food."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
The two people who stayed at the table fell into an awkward silence. The teacher was a little surprised: "Master doesn't eat spicy food? I don't know how... A burning, don't you know?"
"I… "
Mo Ran looked at the noodles that Chu nightning left on the table, almost unmoved, stunned for a while, and then nodded.
"Well. I don't know."
This is a lie, and Mo Ran knows that Chu nightning does not eat spicy food.
But he forgot.
After all, he had been entangled with this person in his previous life for most of his life, and he knew what he liked to eat in the evening.
But he didn't care, and he never remembered.
Returning to the room alone, Chu nightning lay down in his clothes, facing the wall, but couldn't sleep with his eyes open.
He lost a lot of blood, and lost a lot of spiritual power. In the morning, the grains of rice were not exhausted. In fact, his stomach was already empty, and he was very uncomfortable.
This person didn't know how to take care of himself at all. When he was in a bad mood, he simply didn't eat it, as if he could fill his stomach with anger when he felt angry.
He didn't know what he was angry about, or rather, he didn't want to know.
But in the silence, there was a blurry face in front of him, with a bright smile, a slight curl at the corners of his mouth, a pair of black and translucent eyes, a flowing luster, a gentle deep purple.
It looks warm and a little lazy.
Chu nightning tightened the mattress, because it was too hard. Knuckles slightly whitish. Unwilling to fall into this, he closed his eyes trying to get rid of this wanton smiling face.
But after I closed my eyes, the past became more and more turbulent, and the tide was like a flood in my heart...
For the first time, he saw the ink burning, in front of the Tongtian Tower on the top of the dead.
On that day, the sun was hot, and all twenty elders were there, talking to each other in low voices.
Elder Yuheng is naturally an exception. He is not that stupid and is willing to stand there and bake the sun. Instead, he hid under the flower tree by himself long ago, and absently raised a finger, looking at whether his newly-made black iron nail sleeve could be stretched freely.
Of course, there is no need for him to use nail sleeves. This iron and gold armor is specially forged for the low-level disciples at the top of the dead.
The lower repair world is adjacent to the ghost world, and it is often dangerous. It is not uncommon for low-level disciples to be injured and die. Chu nightning sees it in his eyes. Although he doesn't say it, he has been thinking hard about the solution and wants to create a A lightweight, flexible, and easy-to-use weapon.
Others were discussing with relish.
"Have you heard? The long-lost nephew of the Lord was rescued from the sea of fire. In the building where the water went, everyone else died. If the Lord was one step later, I'm afraid that little nephew would also become one. Putting the ashes away is a blessing."
"It must be his father who protects the child in the dark. It's pity that he was separated since he was a child and suffered so much, alas..."
"That child is called Mo Ran? Is he fifteen years old? Weak crown should take a word, does he have a word?"
"Elder Xuanji, you don't know. This kid grew up in the music hall. It's good to have a name, but there are no words."
"I heard that the lord has prepared a few words for him, and he is choosing, and I don't know which one will be selected in the end."
"Your lord really pays attention to your little nephew."
"Isn't it? Don't talk about the lord, even the madam loves him, and it hurts to death. Hey, I think the only person who is unhappy at the top of the dead is probably our proud son-"
"Elder Greedy Wolf! You can't talk nonsense!"
"Haha. Slip of words, slip of words! But our arrogant son of Heaven's arrogance is arrogant, he doesn't care about his elders, he fights cock-fighting dogs all day long, and looks like he is born rich, and he really loses his control."
"Elder Greedy Wolf, you drank too much wine today..." The people next to him winked at him again and again, and the chin pointed to Chu Wanning standing in the distance, and the meaning could not be more obvious.
Xue Meng, the proud son of the sky, is a disciple of Chu Wanning, saying that Xue Meng has lost control, isn't he just turning a corner and mocking Chu Wanning's bad teaching
This elder Yuheng, don't look at the usual slow, immortal style, as if floating in the world, with a master style. But everyone knows that he has a very bad temper. If anyone accidentally touches his scales, he will wash his neck and wait to be beaten to death.
What they said, Chu nightning had already heard it.
But he didn't bother to pay attention to it. His interest in how others judged him was probably not as strong as the pattern on his fingernails.
It is said that this armor is good, but the toughness is not high enough. When encountering a thick-skinned monster, it may not be able to tear the opponent's flesh with one blow. Go back and add a little keel powder, and the effect should be better.
When the elders saw that Chu nightning did not respond, they breathed a sigh of relief and began to discuss in a low voice.
"Your lord summoned us today to choose a master for that Young Master Mo, right?"
"It's strange, why doesn't your lord teach it yourself?"
"It seems that the bones of that little nephew are not suitable for practicing the Master's mind." Someone muttered, "But that doesn't mean that all the elders are gathered together, so that the young master can choose one by one?"
Elder Lu Cun sighed faintly, brushed his elegant and supple long hair, and complained: "I feel like a cheap cabbage at the moment, sitting on the desk, waiting for Young Master Mo to choose."
Everyone: "..."
So can this sissy not say such a big truth like this
After waiting for a while, the Lord finally came. He walked up a thousand steps and came to the Tongtian Tower, followed by a young man.
Chu nightning only glanced at random, and before he could see clearly, he turned his eyes away and continued to study his nail sleeves. Don't even bother to take a second look.
When it comes to apprenticeships, I have to talk about how unconventional the top of life and death is. In other sects, the master is always at the top, touching the head of a new disciple and saying, "Young man, I think you have a lot of wisdom. From today, you are my apprentice."
The apprentice didn't even have a chance to say "no".
Or the master looked indifferent and contemptuous, waved his sleeves and said, "Young man, your skull is too high, your eyes are dull, and the back of your head is turned back. You are not what my disciple should look like. You have no relationship with me, and I will not accept you as a disciple."
Then the apprentice didn't have time to express himself, and the master flew away with a swoosh of the sword, running faster than a dog.
Life and death are different. Master and disciple choose each other.
What does that mean
There are 20 elders at the top of the dead and the life. After all the disciples get along with each other for a period of time and compare, they can devoutly submit a letter of worship, expressing their desire to follow the elder to practice.
If the elders accept it, then everyone will be happy.
If the elder does not accept it, the disciple can slaughter until the elder softens or the disciple gives up.
Logically speaking, Chu nightning is highly skilled and handsome. It should be a city, and all the disciples have to worship him as a master. But that's not the case.
Chu nightning's face is good-looking, but his temper is outrageous. It is said that he can beat the female disciple as a male disciple when he is angry, and sink the male disciple directly into the pond. Few people have the courage to worship such a master.
Therefore, under the door of Elder Yuheng, he walked deserted.
Except for Xue Meng, the favored son of the sky, and Xue Meng's friend Shi Mei, he has never received it.
Everyone would rather call him respectfully: "Elder." They don't want to call him "Master" affectionately.
Chu nightning said with a cold face that he was not sad, bowed his head nonchalantly, and continued to pour the cold mecha weapon. The quiver case and the martial law whistle are all designed for others. Do it earlier, and more people will be freed from suffering earlier.
So he didn't expect that Mo Ran would choose himself without hesitation.
At that time, he was frowning, rubbing the sharp thorns on his fingertips, thinking about how to improve, and he didn't pay attention to what the Lord said to everyone.
Suddenly, the surroundings gradually became quiet.
After thinking about the improved formula of the thorns, Chu Wanning suddenly realized that the surrounding people just seemed to be too silent.
So he finally looked away from his fingertips, raised his eyelids with some impatience and questioning.
Then he saw a face.
It was almost blindingly bright in the sun.
It was a handsome and handsome young man, looking up at him. The corner of the boy's mouth curled into a laziness, a faint smile, and the dimples on his cheeks were deep, a bit of fireworks in the market, and a bit innocent. A pair of black and purple eyes were staring at him unblinkingly, half eager and curious.
He was new here and didn't know the rules. The distance of the station, the close one can almost be called rude.
A person suddenly appeared in the distance, and Chu nightning was surprised, as if he was scalded, and subconsciously took a step back, and with a bang, his head hit the trunk.
The boy opened his eyes slightly: "Ah..."
Chu nightning: "..."
Teenager: "…"
Chu nightning: "What are you doing?"
The young man smiled and said, "Xianjun Xianjun, I've seen you for a long time, why are you ignoring me."
The author has something to say: Every day I feel that feeding the fish is like an Erha with a clear mind, while the master is like a Satsuma with a cold and reserved appearance and a very gentle heart...
Ah, suddenly I really want to change the name to "Erha and His Satsuma Master"