For the next three days, Chu nightning's face was not very good, and his temper was very grumpy.
Elder Yuheng wrote disgust on his face, and wherever he went, there was a haze. The disciples saw him wandering around, and even Xue Zhengyi could feel the faint murderous aura around him, and did not dare to be too much with him. chat.
Although Chu nightning was reluctant to admit that he had any unreasonable thoughts about the ink burning, but seeing the two apprentices in front of the wooden pile of affection, he still couldn't help his anger and sourness in his chest.
He was a little disgusted.
Not only disgusting others, but more importantly disgusting yourself.
Mo Weiyu and himself are just master and apprentice. Who does he love to stick with, who does he love to be entangled with, and what does it have to do with himself
Why can't you see it and throw a willow vine? What does it have to do with you when people like who are next to whom? What's bothering you? Chu nightning, why is your heart smaller than the tip of a needle!
... Well, take 10,000 steps back, even if he has those unspeakable desires for ink burning? He has always been proud of his self-control and self-confidence, enough to bind his heart and enough to choke that terrible desire to death over time.
No one will know about this unseen feeling except myself.
Except for the acacia kit that fell from the ghost master, and the black hair that entangled him and the ink, nothing would be left.
Mo Ran will not know his mind, just like Mo Ran will never know, Jin Chengchi, who endured severe pain to save him, is not the teacher, but the one who temporarily changed the mind with the teacher.
But what is this now
Is... Jealousy
This thought made Chu Xiaoning choked firmly.
For several months after that, he tried his best to avoid contact with Mo Ran, except for daily practice guidance, and did not do much communication.
In the blink of an eye, the end of the year is approaching. One day, Chu Ning returned from the mountain to the demon, and when he walked to the front of the mountain, the sky suddenly began to snow.
Soon, the top of life and death was shrouded in misty silver clothes, and Chu nightning was afraid of the cold, so he tightened his robes and strode toward the Danxin Palace.
There was a charcoal fire in the hall, and the firewood made a crisp cracking sound in the copper basin.
Chu nightning originally came to return to Xue Zhengyi, but the lord was not here, but collided with Mo Ran.
There is no one else in the Danxin Palace. This is the first time that Chu Wanning has been alone with him in several months, and he can't help but feel a little embarrassed. What's more, that absurd dream happened here.
Speaking of that dream, later Chu nightning actually did it upside down many times. Every time the picture was clear and vivid, at the beginning, Chu nightning would still be tangled, and then he just got used to it, and the ink burned in the dream and a little madman. Like a wild talk, he managed to count the burning eyelashes, one two or three...
However, that dream always came to an abrupt end at a critical moment. After doing this several times in a row, Zongshi Chu believed that he must have a noble character and would not confuse such filthy things.
Thinking about it this way, Elder Yuheng, who has a fragile heart of a virgin, was finally able to regain some dignity.
However, the combination of ink burning and Danxin Palace still makes Chu nightning feel a little dangerous intuitively.
But the boy didn't feel anything. Seeing him, he stretched his dark eyebrows and grinned: "Master, you are back."
"… Um."
"Are you looking for my uncle? He went to my aunt's palace. My aunt is a little uncomfortable. He can't walk away. If you have anything, I'll tell him."
Chu nightning pursed his lips and said lightly: "No need."
After he finished speaking, he turned to leave.
The ink burned but called him: "Master wait a minute."
"how… "
He turned his head as he spoke, but was caught off guard by the ink-burning outstretched hand brushing the dark eyebrows.
The ink burned and dusted, and it was natural to say: "Look at you, there is snow all over your body."
Chu nightning was stunned.
As the boy was talking, he removed the snow cover for him, and took out a white handkerchief to wipe his wet hair.
Chu night rather afraid of cold, can not catch a cold, otherwise it is easy to get sick.
But this person never knew how to take care of himself. In the previous life, after Chu nightning was placed under house arrest, he often liked to sit in the courtyard and watch the koi jumping, and he didn't know it when it snowed.
As a result, he caught a cold and fever at every turn. After the spiritual core was abolished, the master became weaker and weaker. A disease often lingered on the couch for more than half a month, and it was not always good to drink a dose of decoction.
So the ink burned to see the snowflakes falling on his eyebrows and shoulders, half melted, half condensed, and subconsciously, he was going to dust him off.
However, half of the hair was wiped, and suddenly it seemed that such a behavior was too intimate, and he raised his head suddenly, just in the pair of Danfeng eyes that Chu Wanning kept secret.
Chu nightning is staring at him: "..."
The ink-burning hand was taken back: "Ahaha, the disciple is arrogant, the master wipes himself, and wipes himself."
When he was cramped, Chu nightning was relieved.
Dreams are just dreams after all.
The apprentice still had the same temperament as before, and he was completely different from the guy who called himself "this seat" in the dream.
Chu nightning was silent for a while, took the ink-burning handkerchief, took off the cloak, walked to the stove, baked his hands, and wiped the snow in the hair.
"When did you know that you have overstepped?" The fire reflected the face of Chu nightning, and he squinted his eyes and said, "Isn't it always outrageous?"
Ink burning: "..."
No one spoke for a while, Chu nightning wiped his hair, casually put away the towel, and gave a faint look at the ink.
"But then again, what are you doing here?"
The ink burned and said: "Isn't this the end of the year? The files that have been accumulated for a year need to be sorted out, and I will help..."
Chu nightning interrupted him: "I know that there is a year's file that needs to be sorted out, but isn't this Shi Mingjing's business? Why are you doing it?"
Ink burns: "...Master's memory is really good."
Chu nightning was unmoved by this flattery: "What about others?"
"He said this morning that he had a headache and was sweating all over." Seeing Chu Wanning's eyes, Mo Ran said, "I'm sorry, Master, I persuaded him to rest in bed. Don't blame him for being lazy."
That kind of back protection is like a sharp needle, and the night of Chu Ning frowned, and the night of Chu was quiet for a while, and asked: "Is he okay?"
The ink burned to see that he had not blamed him, and he was relieved: "I just gave him medicine when I came out, and I left when he fell asleep. A little cold, it should be fine in two or three days. Thank you for your concern."
"I have nothing to worry about you, just ask casually."
Ink burning: "..."
"Let's go. You can sort it out."
Chu nightning said, and went away alone.
The top of life and death strictly prohibits the disciples from doing things on behalf of each other. Mo Ran thought that he would be punished by the master, but he did not expect that Chu nightning would let him go so easily. As soon as he walked away, he suddenly came back to his senses.
The people in the snow walked alone, the ink burned and picked up the umbrella leaning against the door, and ran out in the snow.
"Master!"
"Master, wait a minute!"
Chu nightning turned back, the ink burned and stopped in front of him, shook the snow on the umbrella, and was propped up above the two.
"It's snowing heavily, take an umbrella and go back."
Chu nightning glanced at him: "No need."
The ink burned the umbrella into his hand, but Chu nightning felt tired and insisted not to. The umbrella was pushed and fell into the wind and snow. When the wind blew, it suddenly floated a few feet away.
Chu nightning stared at the umbrella that fell into the snow, he watched for a while, this was a trivial matter, he wanted to stay away from it as before. But suddenly he couldn't move.
Just as a candle will eventually go out, an ancient well will also dry up.
Even the most forbidding person has moments of collapse.
Chu nightning turned his head and fluttered his sleeves angrily: "Mo Weiyu, don't you come to provoke me? I'm not Shi Mingjing, I don't need anyone to take care of me!"
He said, a cluster of golden light suddenly lit up in his hand, and the ink burned subconsciously and stepped back, thinking that he was going to take the sky to ask people again, but who knew that Chu Wanning raised a golden spring in his hand, which became a dazzling light in the air. The enchantment instantly covered the wind and snow around him.
Ink burning: "..."
A barrier that blocks snow and rain...
Chu night, Ning Jianmei was crossed, and his expression was cold: "Do you think I need an umbrella?"
He seemed to be really angry, his fingertips moved quickly, and the light of the enchantment changed from gold to red, from red to purple, from purple to blue, and from blue to cyan.
Every time a color changes, the effect attached to the enchantment is completely different. Some are pure snow shelter, some can block the cold wind, and some can even turn the coldness of the snow into the warmth inside the enchantment.
These moves are too powerful. Of course, it is impossible for Chu Ning to spend spiritual power to avoid the snow on weekdays. This kind of suffocating dazzling skills are so naive that the ink burns for a while and even a little speechless.
"Master, don't be angry..."
"Which eye do you see that I'm angry?!" Chu night's face was blue, "Don't give me away!"
"Okay, I'll roll, I'll roll." Mo Ran glanced at the enchantment above his head, "But don't waste your spiritual power like this..."
"roll!"
Chu nightning waved his hand, and the enchantment suddenly closed, becoming a thunder, slamming in front of the ink.
Mo Ran was almost smashed by the thunder and lightning summoned by Chu nightning. He rarely cared about the other party kindly, but he was so reacted. In the snow, his face was pale, but his eyes were a little red.
The ink burned: "You..."
"You and I are just masters and apprentices, so why should you have extra concerns. Take your umbrella and get out of here."
The ink burned and suddenly understood.
"Master, in the martial arts field that day, I was talking to the teacher, are you..."
heard it.
Chu nightning did not speak, turned around and left.
This time Mo Ran didn't call him again, and he didn't look back.
Halfway through, I suddenly couldn't help sneezing. Chu nightning's footsteps froze, and he walked faster, as if he was angry, and he seemed to be running away.
And from the beginning to the end, the ink burned in the vast snow, staring blankly at his back until he disappeared, and I don't know what he was thinking.
As soon as Chu nightning returned to the red lotus waterside, he fell ill.
Although he can use the barrier to avoid rain and snow, this person is always lazy when he encounters his own affairs, and he is even more unwilling to waste his spiritual power. Otherwise, when it rains on weekdays, he will not be like an ordinary person, walking with an oil-paper umbrella casually.
After a few sneezes one after another, the headache and fever came to the door. However, he has been ill for a long time, and he has long been accustomed to the cold. He took some medicine, got into the quilt after washing and changing clothes, and fell asleep.
Perhaps it was because of the cold that the nausea that had been going on since Jin Chengchi was injured became particularly clear this night. He slept in a drowsy night, his body was soaked in cold sweat, and his body was even hotter. like a stove.
At noon the next day, Chu Wanning woke up vaguely. He opened his eyes and lay on the bed for a while, then slowly jumped out of the bed, ready to put on shoes.
Then, he was stunned.
He suddenly found that his boots had grown a lot bigger overnight...
Take a closer look.
Chu nightning: "..."
…
No matter how calm Elder Rao Shiyuheng was, he couldn't bear the shock.
Not that his boots got bigger.
Chu nightning stared blankly at his hands, his legs, his bare feet, and the shoulders exposed from the slipping clothes.
Is it me... getting smaller? ? ?
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Small Theater (this is an adaptation of an old joke on the Internet~)
Xue Meng: I will test you for the dog thing. What should I call the teacher who sees Gao Leng
Ink burning: Your Highness.
Xue Meng: What should I call an angry master
Ink burning: Your Majesty.
Xue Meng: What should I call the master who sees the shrinking size
Ink burning: Come, brother kiss (^▽^)
Xue Meng: Fail, get out.