In order to show his sincerity in front of the master, the young master ordered three plates of charred tofu, and ensured that he would not throw away a single piece, and eat all of them.
Chu nightning was very satisfied, showing a rare appreciation.
Looking at the ink behind it, I am not happy. The Emperor Treading Immortal had an inexplicable obsession with the identity of Chu Wanning, and immediately ordered three servings of tofu. Chu nightning glanced at him: "Eating so much, can't you support it?"
Mo Ran and Xue Meng slammed: "Don't say three, I can eat three more."
Chu nightning said lightly: "Okay."
Then he gave Mo Ran six copies of tofu, and said, "You too, don't waste it."
Ink burning: "..."
The other two have ordered, and the teacher is no exception. He smiled and said: "Then... Master, I also want three dishes."
So on the first day that Elder Yuheng's confinement ended, his three disciples suffered from stomach troubles because they ate bad food. The next day, the elders of the precepts found Chu Wanning, and euphemistically expressed that Meng Potang did not lack helpers, and asked Chu Wanning to move to the Naihe Bridge to help clean the leaves and wipe the pillars.
Naihe Bridge is a bridge connecting the main area of the top of the dead and the rest area of the disciples. It can accommodate five carriages running side by side. There are nine white jade beasts standing on the bridge pillars, representing the nine sons of the dragon, and 360 lion heads. Dwarf column, magnificent.
Chu nightning silently swept the ground, and after sweeping, carefully wiped the jade beast.
After a busy day, it started to rain when the sky was getting dark.
Most of the disciples who left the class did not bring oil-paper umbrellas, wading in the puddles chatteringly and running towards their residences. The raindrops slammed on the stone steps, and Chu night Ning glanced away, and saw the relaxed smiles on the faces of the teenagers and girls, who were embarrassed and bright in the rain.
"..." Chu nightning knew that if they were to see him, the brightness and ease would disappear, so he thought about it and went under the bridge.
Some disciples who ran ahead came to the bridge, saw the scene clearly, and couldn't help but let out a "Huh".
"Enchantment?"
"Why is there a barrier on the Naihe Bridge?"
"It was probably arranged by Elder Xuanji." Some disciples guessed, "Elder Xuanji is the best for us."
The translucent golden enchantment was caged at the top of Naihe Bridge, and it stretched out, and it spread imposingly all the way to the main trail of the disciples' rest area, covering all the paths they were going to take next.
"It must have been arranged by Elder Xuanji. Isn't this place under his control?"
"Elder Xuanji is so nice."
"This enchantment is so beautiful, and the elder is really powerful."
The disciples shook their wet hair, jokingly pushed and hid in the barrier, and walked towards the rest area while talking.
Chu nightning stood under the bridge hole, listening to the crowd on the bridge, until there was no more sound, and the returning teenagers had gone far, he slowly closed the enchantment and walked out of the bridge hole calmly.
"Master."
Suddenly he heard someone calling him.
Chu nightning suddenly raised his head, and no one was seen on the shore.
"I am here."
He looked up at the sound and saw the ink burning leaning on the white jade bridge, dressed in silver-blue light armor, and his legs were slack on the edge of the bridge railing.
The boy's brows were astonishingly dark, and his eyelashes were like two small fans, hanging down in front of his eyes. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, he stared at himself with a half-smile.
One of them is on the bridge, Lin Yeshe. One is under the bridge, and the cold rain connects the river.
They looked at each other like this, and no one spoke for a while.
The mist and rain between the sky and the earth are hazy and lingering, and occasionally leaves and thin bamboos sway down with the wind and rain, blowing and blowing between the two.
Finally, Mo Ran laughed out loud, with some teasing: "Elder Xuanji, you are all wet."
Chu nightning also said coldly at almost the same time: "How do you know it's me?"
The ink burned and pursed his lips, his eyes were curved, and the dimples were deep: "Such a big enchantment, can't Elder Xuanji cloth come out? It's not the master, who else can it be?"
Chu nightning: "..."
Mo Ran knew that he was too lazy to cast spells for himself to avoid the rain, and when he had an idea, he threw the umbrella down.
"This is for you, then."
The bright red oil-paper umbrella fell gracefully, and Chu nightning caught it. The green bamboo and wood umbrella handle was still dyed with some temperature, and the crystal water droplets dripped down the umbrella surface. Chu nightning looked up at him: "Then And you?"
The ink burned and smiled slyly: "The master casts a spell, can't I go back cleanly?"
Chu nightning snorted, but still flicked the sleeves, and the top of the ink burned immediately opened a bright golden barrier, and the ink burned up and looked at it, smiling: "Haha, it's so beautiful, and there are peony patterns, thank you. "
Chu nightning glanced at him: "That is Haitang, only five petals."
After all, the white umbrella and the red umbrella floated away. Leaving the ink to burn a person standing in the rain curtain, counting the petals: "One, two, three, four, five... Ah, it's really five petals..."
Looking up again, Chu nightning has gone far.
The ink burned his eyes and stood under the enchantment, the childish smile on his face disappeared little by little, and gradually changed into a complex look.
He suddenly didn't understand what he was thinking.
If there is only pure love or pure hatred for a person's feelings.
The rain stopped for four days. When the clouds opened and the rain stopped, a group of carriages and horses rang, stepping on the stagnant water and clear pools, smashing the sky and clouds, and stopped in front of the gate of death and life.
The bamboo curtain was lifted, and a folding fan with bright red tassels hung out from it.
Immediately afterwards, a pair of blue-bottomed and silver-edged combat boots stepped out, stepped on the hood, and landed on the ground with a heavy thud, and the dust was flying.
This is a strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, big arms and round waist, wearing blue silver light armor, with neat beards, and he looks like he is in his forties. He looks very rough, but his big iron tower-like hand is shaking a finely crafted literati fan, which is indescribably weird.
The fan opened with a "snap", and on the side facing the other person, it read—
"Xue Lang is very beautiful."
On the side facing him is written—
"The world is ugly."
This fan is famous in the rivers and lakes, and the reason is not only because the owner of the fan is very skilled, but also because the words written on the fan are too embarrassing.
Bragging about yourself positively, mocking others negatively.
The fan handle is gently shaken, and the owner of the fan can smell the narcissism of the fan for hundreds of miles.
Who is the owner of this fan? It is the Lord of Death and Life who stayed outside for more than two months, Xue Meng's father, Mo Ran's uncle, Xue Zhengyi and Xue Xianchang.
The so-called dragon begets the dragon, the phoenix begets the phoenix, and the son of the mouse will make a hole.
Conversely, the truth is the same. If the son is a peacock, Lao Tzu will definitely open the screen.
Although Xue Meng has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, he is completely different from his vigorous father, but at least they are similar in their bones—
They all felt that "Xue Lang is very beautiful, and the world is very ugly."
Xue Zhengyi stretched his waist, moved his muscles and bones, twisted his neck, and said with a smile: "Oh, this carriage is really exhausting, and I finally got home."
In the Danxin Hall, Mrs. Wang is preparing the powder, sitting on the left and right of Mo Ran and Xue Meng.
She said softly, "Four taels of hemostatic herbs and one ginseng of Shouyang ginseng."
"Mother, weigh in." Xue Meng sat cross-legged beside her and handed her the herb. Mrs. Wang took it over, smelled the smell of hemostatic grass, and said, "No, this grass and Guanghuo have been kept together for a long time, and the smell has been mixed. The potency of the soup will be damaged. Go and get some fresh ones. "
"Oh good." Xue Meng got up again and went inside the medicine cabinet.
Madam Wang continued: "Wulingzhi is three coins, and dodder is one coins."
The ink burned neatly and handed her the material: "Auntie, how long will this medicine last?"
"You don't need to boil it, just drink it." Mrs. Wang said, "When I finish researching the powder, can Ah Ran send it to Elder Yuheng?"
The ink burned originally did not want to send, but took a look at Xue Meng's back, knowing that if he did not send it, then the person who sent the medicine must be Xue Meng.
For some reason, he just didn't like Xue Meng staying alone with Chu nightning, so he said: "Okay."
After a pause, he asked again, "By the way, aunt, is this medicine bitter?"
"It's a bit bitter, what's wrong?"
The ink burned and smiled: "It's nothing." But he grabbed a handful of candy from the fruit bowl and stuffed it into his sleeve.
The people in the hall were concentrating on dispensing medicines, but a hearty and unrestrained laughter suddenly sounded at the door of the hall. Xue Zhengyi strode into the hall, his face was radiant, and he said with joy: "Miss, I'm back! Hahahahaha!"
The head of the dignified faction came in without warning, and was so shocked that Madam Wang almost spilled the powder in the medicine spoon. She widened her beautiful eyes in astonishment: "Husband?"
The ink burned also got up and greeted: "Uncle."
"Ah, Ran'er is also there?" Xue Zhengyi looks burly and dignified, but his speech is very kind, he patted Mo Ran's shoulder hard, "Good boy, I haven't seen you for a while, it seems that I have stalked some more. How is it? Is the trip to Caidie Town going well?"
The ink burned and smiled: "It's pretty smooth."
"Okay, good, good! With Chu nightning, I know there will be no mistakes, hahahaha-by the way, where is your master? Another person is boring on the mountain to fiddle with his gadgets?"
When the ink burned, it was a little embarrassing: "Master respects him..."
His uncle had a fiery temperament and was prone to impulsiveness. A large part of the reason for his uncle's death in his previous life was due to this character. Of course, Mo Ran was unwilling to tell him directly that Chu nightning suffered two hundred French sticks and was banned for three months. Just as he was thinking about how to speak, he suddenly heard an "ah" sound behind him.
Xue Meng came out holding a bunch of hemostatic herbs, and when he saw his father, he couldn't help but say, "Daddy."
"Meng'er!"
The ink burned secretly and breathed a sigh of relief. When the father and son met, they must be flattering and praise each other. I just thought about how to tell the punishment of Chu nightning.
Sure enough, the peacock father and son had their tail feathers erect, and they were sparing no effort to praise each other.
"I haven't seen you for two months, and my son has become a lot more handsome. I'm more and more like your father!"
Xue Meng doesn't look like his father at all, just like his mother, but he quite agrees, and also said: "Dad's figure is also much stronger!"
Xue Zhengyi waved his hand and said with a smile: "During this period of time, I was in the Kunlun Snow Palace, and I felt more and more that the young men in the world were not as good as my son and my nephew! Ouch, those women who are chirping can look at me. Tired, Menger, do you remember Mei Hanxue?"
Xue Meng immediately showed contempt: "It's the little fat man who has been in retreat for more than ten years. It is said that he is the elder brother of the Snow Palace? Has he left?"
"Hahaha, my son has such a good memory, that's him. He came to our house for a while when I was a child, and I slept in the same bed with you."
"...Why don't you remember, the fat one is like a dog. He kicked people while sleeping, and was kicked down many times by him. Did you see him, Daddy?"
"I saw it, I saw it." Xue Zhengyi twisted his beard and seemed to fall into memory. Xue Meng is the favored son of the sky, and he is aggressive by nature, so he asked impatiently: "How is it?"
Xue Zhengyi smiled and said: "If you want me to say, it's not as good as you. It's good to hold a boy, his master taught him how to play the piano and dance, and he even flew petals when he applied a light work. It's ridiculous to kill your father, hahahaha!"
Xue Meng's nose twitched, and it seemed that he was disgusted.
A fat baby boy, playing the piano and dancing, flying petals...
"Then how is his cultivation?" After all, Mei Hanxue has been in seclusion for more than ten years. She has just come out of the gate in the past few months, and she has not yet shown her sword on the rivers and lakes.
Since "appearance" has compared people, Xue Meng will be more than "cultivation".
This time Xue Zhengyi didn't answer immediately. He thought for a while and said, "Seeing that he doesn't take many shots, it's okay. Anyway, when Lingshan discusses the sword, Menger will naturally have the opportunity to compete with him."
Xue Meng twitched his eyebrows: "Hey, that dead fat man, it's not sure if there is a chance to fight with me."
Mrs. Wang has already added the last powder of medicine at this time. She got up and touched Xue Meng's head with a smile: "Meng'er should not be arrogant and conceited, and always be in awe."
Xue Meng said: "What's the use of humility? It's all done by people who are incompetent, and I'm going to be as happy as my father."
Xue Zhengyi laughed: "Look, how can a tiger father have a dog?"
Madam Wang said displeased: "You are a good person, don't teach him good things, teach him bad things, like what to say."
Xue Zhengyi saw that her face was full of anger, knowing that she was indeed a little unhappy, he restrained his smile and scratched his head: "Miss, I was wrong. The lady said how to teach it, it's all what the lady said. Yes. Don't be upset."
Ink burning: "..."
Xue Meng: "..."
Mrs. Wang was a disciple of Gu Yueye in the early years. It is said that she was kidnapped by Xue Zhengyi. I don’t know if this rumor is true or not, but the ink burns very clearly. However, Mrs. Wang is not so enthusiastic about her husband. She is an extremely gentle person, but she always has a little temper with Xue Zhengyi.
After years of stumbling and stumbling, anyone with a discerning eye can see who has a deeper affection for the other.
Xue Meng was naturally too lazy to watch his parents flirt. He was a little disgusted. He snorted and turned away impatiently.
Madam Wang was quite embarrassed and said quickly, "Meng'er?"
Xue Meng waved his hand and strode out.
The ink burns and does not want to disturb the reunion of the husband and wife, and it happens that he can avoid the questioning of his uncle. It's better for Mrs. Wang to tell him that Chu nightning is punished, but he can't bear it. So he cleaned up the potions on the table, walked away with a smile, and closed the gate for them.
Holding the wound medicine, he staggered to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion.
Chu nightning was injured, and his body has been a little weak in the past few days. The enchantment originally clothed around the waterside has been removed, so someone came, and he didn't know it.
So, by chance, Mo Ran saw such a scene...
Chu nightning, at the moment is taking a bath in the lotus pond.
He doesn't even need to soak it himself. The key is that Elder Yuheng, who has always been clean, has two other people in his royal lotus pond...