The brothers stopped fighting and got up.
The person in front of him has a very solemn temperament. Xue Meng was stunned for a while before he reacted and nodded: "Well. That's right. Who are you?"
He was used to being self-willed since he was a child. Although Mrs. Wang repeatedly taught him etiquette, he didn't take it to heart. Therefore, it was very impolite to ask others their names, not to use honorifics, and not to give out his name first.
But Mo Ran knew that this person would never have the same knowledge as Xue Meng. After all, people are...
"Under the Confucianism disciple, Ye Wangxi." The young man was calm and not angry. Under his dark sword eyebrows, his eyes were bright and sharp like stars, "Dare to ask Your Excellency Gao surname."
"Ye Wangxi?" Xue Meng frowned and murmured, "I haven't heard of it. No fame."
Although his muttering is not loud, if the other party's ear is not bad, he can definitely hear it. The ink burned so secretly pulled La Xuemeng's sleeves, let him restrain a little, and then restrained the emotions in his eyes, smiled slightly: "At the top of the next life and death, this is my brother Xue Meng."
Xue Meng broke away from him and glared at him.
"Don't touch me, who is your brother?"
"Hey, Xue Meng, you..." Mo Ran sighed, then bent his eyes again, and smiled at Ye Wangxi: "The younger brother is naughty, and Brother Ye laughed."
He didn't suddenly change his temper, and was polite to Xue Meng. It's just because this Ye Wangxi is really a hero among people, although he borrows no name at this time, but in his last life, he was the second-biggest master in the entire cultivation world except for Chu Wanning.
God knows how much ink burns on Ye Wangxi in the past life. To be a human again in this life, for this hero who is as sharp as a blade and as noble as a bamboo, let alone win over him, at least Mo Ran no longer wants to be an enemy of him.
A Chu nightning is enough for him to be overwhelmed, and another Ye Wangxi, then there is still a comfortable life
Ye Wangxi didn't talk much, and after a few polite words to each other, he went back to the house.
As soon as the others left, the ink burned back to the grinning face of the gods and ghosts, stabbed Xue Meng with his elbow, and asked with a smile: "How is it?"
"How about what?"
"This person." Mo Ran asked, "Do you like it, does it look good?"
"...?" Xue Meng glanced at him inexplicably and scolded, "Nervous."
The ink burned and laughed: "The four of us live in the same hospital, and we will look down and see each other in the future. You should be glad that he lives with us."
Xue Meng said strangely: "Listen to your tone, do you know him?"
Of course, Mo Ran can't tell the truth, so he joked in a serious manner: "I don't know, but I only look at the face. I see him good-looking, and I am very happy in my heart."
Xue Meng scolded: "Disgusting!"
The ink burned a haha, turned around and waved, and made a cursing gesture with his back to Xue Meng, then lazily returned to his stone hut, slammed down the door, and closed Xue Meng's scolding. outside.
In the early morning of the next day, the ink ignited early.
In order to familiarize them with life in Taoyuan, Yumin postponed his practice for three days. After the ink burned and groomed, seeing that Ye Wangxi had gone out, and the other two had not woken up, they went to hang out on the street by themselves.
In the early morning mist, many Immortal Gate Swordsmen walked lightly, passed by, and rushed to their respective places of cultivation.
The ink burned through an early shop, and saw a new pot of water and fried rice. I remembered that the younger brother was still ill, so I walked over and said: "The boss, I want eight fried buns, and then make a bowl of sweet porridge and take it away."
The feathermen who set up the stall said without looking up, "Give me six feathers."
The ink burned for a while: "Six what?"
"Six feathers."
"... Then do I have to find a chicken now and pluck a few feathers?"
The featherman lifted his eyes and gave him a white look: "You still want to eat without hair? Go go go."
The ink is burning and it is funny, and when you want to ask again, suddenly a familiar voice came from behind, and a bandaged hand stretched out, with six golden wings between his fingers.
"Madam, make porridge, I'll pay for him."
Feathermen picked up the feathers, and didn't bother to talk to them, so he turned around to pack and went early. The ink burned his face, and he saw Ye Wangxi standing beside him, with a handsome and handsome bearing.
"Thank you very much." With the steaming fried buns and sweet porridge, Mo Ran and Ye Wangxi walked and said, "If I didn't meet you today, I'm afraid we would all be hungry."
"It doesn't matter." Ye Wangxi said, "The Eighteenth Girl has a bad memory and always forgets to give some feathers to the newcomer. I happened to pass by, and it's just a gesture, you don't have to be polite."
The ink burned and asked: "Do you need to exchange feathers for business in Taohuayuan?"
"good."
"Where did that feather come from?"
Ye Wangxi said, "It was pulled out."
"Pull, pull..." The ink burned a little stunned, was it really pulled from the bird? So the birds here must not be bald by them
Seeing the surprise on his face, Ye Wangxi glanced at him amusingly and said, "What are you thinking? There is an ancestor abyss in this peach garden. It is said that it was the place where Suzaku ascended to the top of the gods. The abyss is full of red flames and real fire. The heat is unbearable. Therefore, there is no grass around and no animals can live."
Hearing his description, Mo Ran immediately thought of a bloody sky in the distance when he passed by the suburbs yesterday, and said, "Is that abyss near the north of the city?"
"You're right."
"What does that have to do with feathers?"
Ye Wangxi said: "That's right, although no other creatures can survive near the abyss of the ancestors, there is a group of angry owls living in the abyss. They use real fire as their nests and come out at night. Their feathers can help the feathered to cultivate. Refinement."
"It turns out." Mo Ran smiled, "No wonder you have to use feathers in exchange for things."
"Yeah. But you need to be careful, when they are active at night, their feathers will become no different from ordinary night owls, and even if they are caught, they are useless. Only when the sun rises every day, the angry owls return to their ancestors in groups of thousands. The abyss. The moment they are about to enter the abyss, the wings on their bodies will turn back to golden, and then it will be useful to take them off."
"Haha, doesn't that become a practice of light power? If you don't work well, it will become a barbecue if you fall. If you don't pick it, you will starve to death." Mo Ran couldn't help but tut, "This is really amazing. distressed."
Ye Wangxi asked, "Aren't you good at light power?"
The ink burned and smiled: "Generally average."
"That can't be done." Ye Wangxi said, "The angry owl moves fast, not losing to the eagle. If you don't practice diligently, you will be hungry in a few days."
"so… "
Seeing that the ink burned and lost his mind, Ye Wangxi sighed and said: "I have a lot of feathers, and I am not short of them for the time being. If the three of you need it, ask me to take it first."
The ink burned again and again and smiled: "How embarrassing is this. These six feathers should be borrowed from you by me. I will go back to eat first. If I can get the feathers tomorrow, I will return them to you. Thank you."
Saying goodbye to Ye Wangxi, Mo Ran returned to the other courtyard with porridge and rice.
There was no one in Xue Meng's house. He probably woke up and had nothing to do, wandering around. The ink burned and came to Chu Wanning's bamboo building.
Chu nightning has not woken up yet. Mo Ran put the porridge and fried buns on the table, came to his bed, and looked down at him.
Suddenly a familiar feeling came to my mind.
This little junior brother is asleep... How come he looks like a certain person
But I can't remember who I am thinking about, but I have a vague impression of someone who is like this. When lying on the bed, he always curls himself into a ball and puts his hand on his cheek - who is it
While he was in a daze, Chu nightning woke up.
"Well..." Turned over, Chu nightning saw the person beside the bed, and suddenly opened his eyes, "Ink burning?"
"I've said it several times, and I want to call my brother." Mo Ran rubbed his hair, and then touched his forehead to test the temperature, "The fever is gone, come, get up and eat something."
"Eat..." The child on the couch repeated blankly, her hair in a messy bun, making her face even more lovely.
"Look at whether your senior brother hurts you or not, get up early to buy breakfast. Eat it while it's hot."
Chu nightning got out of bed in a clean white lingerie and walked to the dining table. There is a fresh lotus leaf on the table, and the fried buns are thin and crispy, sprinkled with green chopped green onions and black sesame seeds. There is also a small cup of longan and sweet-scented osmanthus porridge, which is soft and thick, and is steaming hot.
The always strong elder Yuheng has a trace of uncertainty: "For me?"
"what?"
"Is it all… bought for me?"
The ink burned for a while: "Yes."
He looked at Chu Wanning's indecision, thought about it, and smiled: "Eat it quickly, or it will be cold."
Chu nightning has been at the top of life and death for so many years. Although everyone respects him, because of his stubbornness and indifference, almost no one wants to eat with him, let alone make breakfast for him. Sometimes he watched his disciples take care of each other. Although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't help but feel a little envious in his heart. So facing this bowl of porridge and a few steamed buns, I was silent for a long time, but I was reluctant to eat it.
Mo Ran saw him sitting on a small stool, staring at the food in front of him, but he didn't move his chopsticks. He thought it wasn't his appetite, so he asked: "What's wrong? Is it greasy?"
"… "
Chu nightning looked back at him, shook his head, picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew it, and drank it carefully.
If he was the handsome and indifferent Chu Zongshi in the past, drinking porridge like this will only appear to be quite well-mannered and elegant.
But in a child, it was clumsy and pitiful.
The ink burned and misunderstood, and said to him: "You don't like longan? Then you pick it out and throw it aside, it won't get in the way."
"No." The younger brother didn't have too many expressions on his face, but when he looked at the burning ink again, his black eyes were warm and moist, "I like it."
"Oh... Haha, that's good, I thought you didn't like it."
Chu nightning lowered the thick eyelash feather curtain and whispered: "I like it. No one has ever treated me like this before."
He said, raised his eyes and glanced at the ink, and said seriously.
"Thank you, brother."
Mo Ran didn't expect that he would say this, and couldn't help but stunned.
He is not a good man and does not like children. The reason why he is so good to Xia Si is because he feels that he is very skilled at a young age, and that he is a young generation worth making friends.
But his utilitarian heart, the other party treats each other with sincerity. Mo Ran couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but after listening to this little brother, he felt so strange, so after he waved his hand to let Chu Wanning not thank himself again, he asked: "Did no one buy you breakfast before?"
Chu nightning had no expression and nodded.
"Aren't those people under Elder Xuanji's door taking care of each other?"
Chu nightning said: "I don't often get together with them."
"What about before you started? When you were in the lay family, your parents..." Halfway through the words, the ink burned and stopped.
His little junior brother was born with such a clear jade and snow, which parent would have the heart to throw him on the mountain to cultivate, and never come to the sect to look at him? Presumably his experience is the same as that of the teacher and himself.
Sure enough, Chu nightning calmly said: "My parents have abandoned them, and there are no other relatives. No one will take me."
The ink burned and stopped talking, and after a long silence, he sighed. I thought to myself: I originally got along well with this child, firstly because of his superb cultivation, and secondly because he was quite calm, which was different from the usual squealing and screeching children. But I don't want him to be the same as me.
Looking at the younger brother in front of him, he couldn't help thinking of the bitter and bitter years when he was young. There was a rush of blood in his chest, and compassion and intimacy gradually emerged. He suddenly said: "No one took you before, but now there is. Since you called me senior brother, I will take good care of you from now on."
Chu nightning didn't seem to expect him to say this, and seemed a little surprised. After a while, he slowly opened a smile and said, "You want to take care of me?"
"Well. You follow me in the future, and I will teach you the way of thinking, and teach you to practice the sword."
Chu nightning smiled even stronger: "You want to teach me the mind, teach me to practice the sword?"
Mo Ran misunderstood his expression, scratched his head and said: "Don't laugh at me, I know that your cultivation is very good, but you are still young after all, and many things have to be learned again. There are many disciples of elder Xuanji, and he will not care. You. What's wrong with you learning from me, at least I still have a talented person."
Chu Wan was quiet for a long time, and said: "I never laughed at you. I... think you are very good."
In this case, before he changed it, he couldn't say anything, but his body became smaller, and it seemed that even his temperament would soften, as if hiding in the dark, and finally he could remove his tough face.
It was burning with ink, and he lived for two lifetimes. For the first time, he was praised as "you are very good". Although the other party was just a child, he was also at a loss, and he was very pleasantly surprised. His face turned red.
He murmured and repeated, "I, I, I'm fine... am I fine?"
Suddenly, I vaguely remembered that when I was young, I really wanted to be a good person.
However, the humble but gentle wishes at that time were like "when I grow up, I want to ask Sister Li from the rouge shop to be the daughter-in-law", "if I earn enough silver taels, I will buy sesame cakes every day", "if I can have taels in a meal in the future" Pieces of braised pork, don't change it when you are an immortal." Later, it became a memory of wind blowing snow.