Mo Ran was asked in this way, and his expression was a little embarrassed.
Did I miss him
Although the grievances in the previous life are profound and cannot be relieved, in this life, Chu nightning has never done anything against him.
After a long while, he said slowly: "Well... He was injured several times, all because of me... "
Chu nightning listened to his expression, but felt a little warm in his heart. He just wanted to say something to the ink, but he heard the second half of the sentence.
"This kindness is too heavy. I can only hope to help him get better soon, and I don't want to owe him too much."
The warm thing in my heart seemed to be dead, motionless and frozen into ice.
Chu nightning froze for a while, only to feel that he was ridiculous.
The ink burned has long been said that it is only the relationship between the master and the apprentice. It is himself. If there is a little hope, he will be dizzy and flutter into the flame, and finally burnt to ashes, no one can blame others.
Chu nightning smiled, the smile must be very ugly, and he touched his nose.
"Don't think too much. Since you are his apprentice, what do you owe? Everything is his own willingness."
The ink burned his eyes and looked at him: "You, at a young age, always speak with a straight face." Then he smiled and rubbed his head.
Chu nightning was rubbed and rubbed by him. He laughed at the beginning, and then there was a layer of water in his eyes. He looked at the bright and young face in front of him and said softly: "Ink burning, I don't play with you. Now, let go."
The tendons in the ink-burning head are too thick, and I have never noticed the strangeness of his expression. What's more, he is used to laughing with "Xia Sini" on weekdays, so he still squeezed Chu Wanning's smooth cheeks like a child, and gently broke the corners of his mouth, making funny faces.
"Pfft, why is the younger brother angry again?"
Chu nightning looked at the childish and young child in the other's eyes, and the smile that was played was so ugly, like a sad and ridiculous monster.
"let go."
He didn't notice it, and teased him as usual: "Okay, okay, don't be angry anymore, don't say you are like an adult in the future, okay? Come on, make up, and call out Shige~"
"You let go..."
"Okay, call me brother, and I'll buy you a sweet-scented osmanthus cake to eat later."
Chu nightning closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice was finally a little hoarse.
"Mo Ran, I'm not joking, I really don't want to play with you, you let me go, you let go, okay?" His slender eyebrows were raised, and because he closed his eyes, he never shed tears, but between his throat But it was already choked, "The ink burns, I hurt..."
It hurts too much, there is a person in his heart, and he carefully hides him in the deepest part of his heart. It doesn't matter if he doesn't like himself, as long as he can silently think about and protect that person, it's fine if he can't get it or whatever.
But all the softness of that person is given to others, leaving him only a thorn. He covered him in his heart, and when that person moved, blood would flow from his heart, and day by day, old scars did not heal, and new wounds appeared.
So he knew that even if he didn't ask for it, as long as he still had this person in his heart for a day, it would hurt for a day.
He didn't know how long he could endure in such pain, and he didn't know when he would collapse.
The ink burned finally realized that something was wrong, and he let go of his hand a little embarrassedly, touched his slightly red face, and was in a hurry and didn't know what to do. Chu nightning suddenly felt that it was actually better to be smaller.
Anyway, I can shout pain without any scruples, showing an inch of softness.
At least he could give him a concerned look.
It was something he had never dared to think about.
In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve came. This is the most lively and leisurely time of the year in the peak of life and death. The disciples stick to the peach talisman and sweep the snow. The master in charge of Meng Potang is busy from morning to night, preparing the feast of delicacy at the end of the year. The spells that you are good at add to everyone's taste. For example, Elder Greed Wolf turned a pool of spring water into fine wine. Elder Xuanji released more than 3,000 flaming mice that he had domesticated, and asked them to guard each place in the sect to keep everyone warm. Elder Lu Cun, he cast a spell on everyone's snowmen, making them run around all over the mountain, shouting "Happy New Year" whenever they meet.
Everyone doesn't expect Elder Yuheng to do anything. In fact, Yuheng is still in retreat. For a long time, he has never appeared in front of everyone.
Only Xue Meng stood by the window, looking up at the begonia petals that were fluttering and falling in the sky, and thoughtfully said: "After today, we are leaving, and it seems that we have no chance to see him when we leave. . . . I don't know what Master is doing at the moment?"
"It must be practicing." The ink burned an apple and said vaguely, "Speaking of which, all the elders have to perform shows at night. It's a pity, if the master is here, he has to go, I don't know he can play what."
After speaking, he laughed first: "Probably how 'angry' is it?"
Xue Meng glared at him: "Why don't you play how to 'pull Mo Weiyu'?"
During the New Year's Eve, Xue Meng made a mean joke, and the ink was not angry. He suddenly remembered something and asked: "By the way, did you see the little brother today?"
"You said Xia Sini?" Xue Meng said, "I didn't see it, they are Xuanji's disciples anyway. They hang out with us every day. Xuanji doesn't care anymore. If he hangs with us again during the new year, his master should be mad."
The ink burned and laughed: "That's right."
The red lotus water pavilion, the setting sun is evening.
Chu nightning pinched a pill and looked at it carefully. Xue Zhengyi sat opposite him, Chu night Ning never invited him to drink tea, he filled a pot for himself, and unceremoniously ate a cake in the plate.
Chu nightning glared at him, he didn't realize it at all, but chewed the cake and said: "Yuheng, don't look at it, although the wolf mouth is poisonous, but the heart is not bad. How could he harm you. "
"... Where did the lord want to go." Chu nightning said lightly, "I was just thinking, since the elder greedy wolf has taken great pains to develop a medicinal pill that can restore me to an adult body in one day, why doesn't he just refine a few more? Tablets? Take it if you need it.”
"Alas, how can it be so easy." Xue Zhengyi said, "The medicinal materials needed for this medicine are very rare. He refined three pieces, and he was exhausted. It is not a long-term plan."
"That's it." Chu nightning pondered, "It turns out that, thank him."
"Haha." Xue Zhengyi waved his hand, "The two of you are actually quite similar, both of which are ugly in your mouth, but your heart is not bad."
Chu nightning glanced at him, and did not speak, he poured himself a cup of tea, and took the medicine that could make him return to the previous body for a day.
Xue Zhengyi was about to eat another piece of flower cake, but Chu Wanning held his hand.
"Why?" The Lord said dissatisfiedly.
Chu nightning said: "My."
Xue Zhengyi: "..."
As night fell, the disciples of the top of the dead came to Meng Po Tang one after another. Each elder took their apprentices and sat together with the dumplings, the snowman, and the fire rat in the crowd, helping them pass salt jars, chili powder, green onion plates, or other miscellaneous items.
Every table was very lively, with laughter and laughter. Only at the table of Elder Yuheng, the apprentices were all complete, but the master was absent.
Xue Meng looked at the side and sighed: "I miss the master."
The teacher said warmly: "Didn't the teacher write a letter a few days ago, let us have a good time for the festival, practice hard in the Peach Blossom Spring, and when he leaves the customs, will he come to see us?"
"That's right, but when will he come out..."
He was sighing, his eyes listlessly glanced at the entrance hall, suddenly stunned for a moment, then he sat up straight again, his eyes were round like a cat, and he looked towards the door of Meng Po Hall.
The blood quickly faded and came back up again. Xue Meng's face was flushed, and his eyes were bright. He was so excited that he couldn't speak: "Yes... yes... yes... "
The ink burned as a rare beast raised by Elder Xuanji and ran out to add to the fun, feeling that Xue Meng had shallow knowledge and made a fuss. He couldn't help laughing and said: "What is there? Look at you, it's like seeing an immortal, what's so surprising—"
He turned his head with a smile, and looked up casually.
The word "weird" at the back can't be said no matter what.
Outside the open lobby door, in the twilight wind and snow, Chu Wanning was dressed in white and a bright red cloak. A pair of sharp and slender phoenix eyes came and glanced at them lightly.
At this moment, when Mo Ran noticed, he found that his heart rate was accelerating, his palms were sweating, and even his breathing could not help but slow down.
Meng Po Tang gradually became quiet. Chu night Ning appeared in Meng Potang on a flat day, and the disciples did not dare to make a noise, not to mention that he had been in retreat for a long time. At this time, he appeared in the snowy night of New Year's Eve. The contamination of frost and snow made his face even more innocent and handsome, and his eyebrows were even darker.
Mo Ran got up and murmured: "Master..."
Xue Meng stood up and rushed towards Chu Wanning like a cat, shouting "Master!" and plunged into Chu Wanning's arms.
Chu night Ning's clothes were very cold in the snow, but looking at Xue Meng's expression, it was like hugging the peach blossoms in March, and the charcoal fire in October, which was too warm, and kept shouting: "Master, you finally came out, I I thought I couldn't see you before I left, but you still love us, Shizun Shizun..."
The teacher also greeted the past, and bowed down, with a happy face: "Congratulations to the teacher to leave the customs."
Chu nightning patted Xue Meng's head, and nodded to the teacher: "It's a bit late for the teacher, let's go, and keep the year with you."
He sat in the room, sitting next to Xue Meng, opposite the ink.
When Chu Wanning came, after the initial excitement and joy, everyone returned to their old habits, and they all sat upright like the master. The table was eerily silent.
On the middle table are various ingredients such as flour, meat, eggs, and a brand new copper plate.
Ink burning is the best cooking among them, so everyone finally decided to let him direct.
"Then, I would be more respectful than obeying my life." Mo Ran smiled, "Can you roll noodles?"
No one said a word.
"... Well, I'll roll the noodles." Mo Ran said, "Master, the hands you make are the best, and the stuffing of the dumplings is no different. You can adjust the stuffing."
The teacher hesitated for a while and said: "This... there are still some differences, I'm afraid I can't do it well."
Chu nightning said lightly: "You can eat it, don't worry about it."
The teacher smiled and said, "That's fine."
"Xue Meng, you can help pass a water, roll up a sleeve or something. Don't do a disservice."
Xue Meng: "..."
"As for Shizun." Mo Ran smiled, "Should Shizun sit next to him and drink tea?"
Chu nightning said coldly: "I make dumplings."
"Ah?" Mo Ran was shocked, thinking that his ears were deaf, "What are you going to do?"
"I said, I make dumplings."
Ink burning: "..."
He suddenly wished that he was deaf in both ears.
The author has something to say:
A little baby raised a question about the setting background of the article. Although the article is mentioned sporadically and will be written later, but there is no systematic introduction, because after all, the world view is relatively boring, and it is instilled in everyone at one time. ~ So today I have something to say and introduce a part, and you can take a look if you are interested.
First of all, about the upper and lower cultivation worlds, the "up" in the upper cultivation world refers to the rising of clear air. In the coastal areas of the map, near the Kunlun Tianchi, these are the upper cultivation worlds. The "Xia" in the lower repair world refers to the sinking of turbid air, the spirit and charm, with the ghost town Fengdu as the core, mainly concentrated in the Sichuan-Guizhou area. The upper cultivation world is full of spiritual energy and suitable for cultivation, so there are nine immortal gates gathered, while the lower cultivation world has only the top family of death and life.
Then about cultivation: The article will not divide the clear layers of Jindan, foundation building, and tribulation ancestors. The entry of cultivators is called foundation building. After awakening the spiritual core, it is good to continuously strengthen their own cultivation. There is no complicated level to remember. The main purpose of Taoist practice is to have powerful mana and be able to stand out. Of course, there are also people who want to use magic to do more good deeds within their ability. Those with strong cultivation can live a hundred years, look immortal, and disintegrate into immortals after death, but there are very few people who directly soar while alive, and reincarnation is the final outcome of most Taoists.