The practice of burning them started soon. Of course, collecting feathers is what he is most passionate about. After all, he does not expect to learn too much from the defeated generals in the previous life. It is serious to live a good life.
They go to the Ancestral Abyss to snatch the golden feather every day at dawn, and then go to Zhurong Cave to meditate, use their spiritual power to fight against Zhurong Cave Yanyang, and improve their own cultivation. Two hours later, he followed Feathermen to practice the method of balancing ghosts and monsters.
In another two hours, the Shura Fields confronted each other.
Before nightfall, go to Peach Blossom Spring to watch the star-viewing cliff and listen to the eighteen girls explaining "Hundred Ghosts" and "Exorcism".
Of course, Mo Ran's favorite is to listen to the scriptures at the star-viewing cliff at night, because that is the only lesson that will gather the monks of three different specialties together.
He knows that the teacher's light work is not good, and he is concerned that the other party does not have a full stomach, so the feathers that he picks will be divided into half for the teacher to use every day. However, in addition to this, it is difficult to have too much intersection with the teacher. Instead, he gets along with Chu nightning every day, and the two gradually become inseparable.
During this time, Chu nightning was often sitting on the bridge railing and blowing leaves, and the ink burned sitting next to him, holding his cheeks and listening to the sunrise and sunset, and the clouds rose.
Or Chu Xiaoning stood by the river to feed the fish, and the ink burned with an umbrella and stood beside him watching the koi enthusiastically, the blue waves and golden scales.
When Peach Blossom Spring was raining, Mo Ran took Chu Wanning's hand and walked with him along the cracked and ancient bluestone path. An oil-paper umbrella was upright and opened on top of the two.
If the water is deep, the ink will burn the little junior brother, the rain is dripping, the little guy is very quiet on his shoulders, and he doesn't talk much.
It's just that sometimes the back is hot, and there are thin beads of sweat on his forehead, and the taciturn junior brother will wipe him silently with a towel. The handkerchief was white and plain, with a begonia flower embroidered on the corner, and the ink burning always felt familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere, but the flickering thought was like a drizzle falling into a deep pool, and I could never find it again.
On this day, Chu nightning rested in the courtyard, the ink burned on a whim, and he untied his hair and tied it into a high ponytail for him. While combing his hair, he suddenly saw Ye Wangxi clutching his left shoulder and walking into the courtyard with a gloomy expression.
The ink burned his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Brother Ye is injured?"
"Yeah." Ye Wangxi paused, frowned and said, "It's okay to suffer a minor injury during the discussion. It's just that that person is really frivolous and vulgar, which is contemptible!"
"… "
The ink burned and it was unbelievable: "Someone insulted you?"
Ye Wangxi glared at him with sharp eyes, and said coldly, "What do you think?"
"Hahaha, just kidding." Mo Ran smiled awkwardly, and couldn't help but wonder, "Who is the person you said?"
Ye Wangxi said, "Who else could there be? It's not that romantic seed from Kunlun's Snow Palace."
When I heard this description, the ink burned "ah", and I thought: Could it be him
These days, he often hears some female disciples whispering in the Peach Blossom Garden, opening their mouths as "Elder Brother" and shutting them up as "Elder Brother". It doesn't matter if he is young, just yesterday, he saw a female nun in her forties or fifty years old standing beside a flower bush suffering from hysteria, her eyes wandering and murmuring: "There is no man in this world who can compare with the senior brother, If he can look at me sincerely and talk to me, I will fall into hell and have no resentment."
Such a state of resentment made Mo Ran laugh at the time, and suspected that the "big brother" she said was the one she thought, but there are many monks in Peach Blossom Spring, and there is not much contact with each other, he has never been It was because I only heard of his name and never saw him, and I was embarrassed to inquire about gossip with the female disciples, so I couldn't be sure.
"I was drinking at Linghu Building in the West City today," Ye Wangxi said. "That bastard happened to be in there. I saw him with two women in his arms, and he was already very lascivious. , it has nothing to do with me, so I can't say anything."
Mo Ran agreed: "This is true."
"But later, a female disciple from Guyueye's door rushed in from outside, looking anxious and looking around, apparently looking for someone."
The ink burned and smiled: "Is it here to find that 'big brother'?"
"Have you heard about the big brother?"
"Haha, then look, even a gentleman like you knows about his bad affairs. How can I be short of Zhang's parent and Li's family?"
Ye Wangxi glanced at him silently, and said, "That eldest brother is really nothing. The female cultivator of Gu Yueye came to look for him because he exchanged tokens with others a few days ago, saying that he wanted to become a Taoist companion. no longer apart."
The ink burned and smiled again: "Then this is absolutely unacceptable. I guess that the senior brother of the love token has seventeen or eight, and the pieces are the same. After chasing a girl, I will send a token, I am afraid even the words of eachother It makes no difference."
Chu nightning, who had been listening quietly and didn't speak, finally spoke. He glanced at the ink and said dissatisfiedly: "You know again."
Who knew that Ye Wangxi was standing on the side of Mo Ran: "Brother Mo said it well, and it is true. The female cultivator originally admired the senior brother, and after hearing what he said, she believed it was true, and she gave it to her that night. he."
The ink burned: "Ouch." Busy to cover Chu Wanning's ears.
Chu nightning said calmly: "What are you doing?"
"Children can't listen to this. Listening too much is not conducive to cultivation."
Chu nightning: "..."
The ink burned and covered Chu nightning's ears, and immediately his eyes were bright and couldn't wait to ask: "And then?"
Ye Wangxi is a righteous gentleman. Where do you think that Mo Ran, this despicable villain, is just listening to his indignant narration as a peach talk, and he is righteous and awe-inspiring: "Then what can I do? The senior brother is naturally unwilling to admit the account, and he is unwilling to agree with him. The female cultivator did more entanglement. The female cultivator took out the sword spikes, but unexpectedly, the elder brother hugged two women with one each, saying that as long as he was friends with him, he would give a sword spike to accompany him. It was given to the Taoist companion."
"Tsk tsk, that's really shameless."
"Yeah." Ye Wangxi said, "I couldn't stand it, so I discussed it with him."
He said here with a slightly strange expression on his face. After a while, he said, "After discussing the unhappiness, we started fighting."
The ink burned and smiled: "This way."
In my heart, I said: I'm afraid not. If "Senior Brother" is really the person he guessed, then with that person's character, he definitely won't fight anyone because of this kind of thing. I'm afraid that Ye Wangxi is hiding something out of embarrassment here.
However, since Ye Wangxi is reluctant to say it, of course, the ink burns will not be exposed, so he changed his words and said: "The skill of the senior brother must be good, if it is an ordinary person, it will not hurt Brother Ye."
It's better not to say this, but when Ye Wangxi said this, Ye Wangxi seemed to be even more annoyed, a pair of dark eyes flashed with anger.
"Good? Good." Ye Wangxi said angrily, "My skills are mediocre, and I rely on women to do everything—not things!"
"Ah? Hahahahaha." Mo Ran listened to him and took a closer look. In addition to the sword wound on his shoulder, Ye Wangxi also had three or four intermittent blood marks on his cheeks, apparently scratched by a woman's nails. I couldn't help laughing so hard, "Senior brother really deserves his reputation, hahahaha."
Chu nightning didn't speak. He seemed to be thinking deeply since Ye Wangxi said, "When it was unpleasant, he started fighting."
When Ye Wangxi went back to the room to bandage the wound, Chu nightning said: "The ink burns."
The ink burned and patted his head: "It's called Senior Brother."
"..." Chu nightning said, "He said the big brother, Mei Hanxue, right?"
The ink burned and smiled: "I guess it is."
Chu nightning stopped talking and thought for a while.
Suddenly, he seemed to have figured out something, and his eyes widened suddenly: "This Ye Wangxi, could it be that he was-"
"Shh! Silence!" Mo Ran put his finger on his lips, stopped his words, and then squatted down, keeping level with Chu nightning, and said with a smile, "You are young, what are you thinking about? ?"
"...I heard about Mei Hanxue earlier... It's very unreliable. He has done all kinds of absurd things. I didn't expect him to even dare to be a disciple of Confucianism..."
The ink burned casually and said with a smile: "Hahaha, he is quite unreliable. But let's take care of other people's affairs. Come on, senior brother will continue to tie your hair. I saw a hair buckle on West Street before, which is very beautiful and not expensive. Just bought it, and I'll put it on for you to see."
Just like Mo Ran doesn't like Chu Wanning's taste, Chu Wanning also dare not compliment Mo Ran's preference.
Chu nightning fell into silence at the flamboyant golden orchid butterfly's exaggerated hair buckle: "...Are you sure this is for me?"
"Yeah. Children are going to use gold and red, look, how lively."
Chu nightning: "..."
It's really reluctant, but thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is the first time that Mo Ran has given him something, so he shut up and didn't speak, and let Mo Ran buckle the hair button to the top of his ponytail with a calm face. Golden orchids and butterflies glow brilliantly on the long black hair.
Chu nightning lowered his eyelashes.
Suddenly it feels so good.
Such a color, such a burning ink, such a self, if the body recovers, it will definitely not exist again.
This butterfly is like flying from a dream.
The white cloud cang dog, the sun and the moon are like shuttles.
It has been half a year since the monks practiced in Taoyuan.
According to what the eighteen girls said, after half a year, everyone needs to take the feathermen test one by one to test how the practice is progressing.
"This is your first trial since you came here." At the meeting, Shiba said politely, "The trial content is divided into three major dangers according to the different mental methods you have cultivated. The guards enter the 'blood' River Realm', the healers enter the 'Great Compassion Realm', and the attackers enter the 'Asura Realm'."
"The above three dangerous realms are all restored virtual realms based on the memories of the ghost world's invasion of the world hundreds of years ago. You will not have any danger in it. After solving the crisis in the virtual realm, you will return to Taoyuan. "
"Only two people can enter the virtual realm trial at a time. That is to say, the tester can challenge alone. If you want to invite a companion, you can only invite one person. The order of the trial rounds is subject to the announcement of the fairy."
After the meeting was over, the trial started slowly. Mo Ran doesn't know the situation on the guard and the healing side, but the attack here has already tested six or seven people one after another. Fortunately, those people have done well. It seems that this trial is not too difficult.
After a ten-day, it was the turn of the ink to burn.
It was Shiba who was in charge of attacking the cultivators. She smiled slightly and asked, "Does Mo Xianjun need a companion to go with him?"
The ink burned for a while: "If I choose someone to go with me, will he not have to undergo another trial?"
"It's natural."
"Then let me take the junior brother." Mo Ran pointed to Chu nightning, "He is young, and I will be alone at that time, I am not at ease."
Haoyue was in the sky, and they followed Shiba to the edge of a dark cave, the entrance of which was enveloped by a thin layer of golden red smoke.
Eighteenth Dao: "Two immortals, please listen carefully. The scene restored by the Asura Realm was the first tragic rupture of the ghost realm two hundred years ago. At that time, because the enchantment could not be repaired in time, a large number of grievances and ghosts fled to the world, mutilating them. There are countless living beings. This virtual realm is based on the memory of a survivor in Lin'an. The moment you step into the cave, you will come to the war-torn Lin'an city two hundred years ago. Kill the ghost king who leads the army, and the virtual realm will be self-destructed. "
Mo Ran glanced at Chu Wanning, and then smiled at Eighteen: "Sister Fairy, it doesn't matter if you see me rough and thick, my junior brother is only six years old, you say that this sword is ruthless, in case it hurts him …”
"You don't have to worry, all the weapons in the virtual realm will not really hurt the two of you." Shiba said, "If you are injured, you will have spiritual power to mark yourself, and if you hit the key point, it will represent the two of you. Seriously wounded and killed, the challenge failed."
The ink burned and I was relieved, and I smiled and said: "It turns out that this is the case, the fairies and sisters are really thoughtful, thank you, thank you."
Now that the worry has been removed, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning went to the cave to test. The cave was dark, and as soon as they stepped in, their bodies suddenly felt suspended in the air, and then a colorful blurry scene flashed in front of them, and countless twisted faces converged into a river and floated under them.
When the two fell to the ground and stepped on their feet firmly, they found that they had been teleported to Gu Lin'an, standing at the old road on the outskirts of the city. It was noon at this time, the sun was shining brightly, and there was a strong stench in the air.
Two hundred years ago, the ancient city of Lin'an, where hundreds of ghosts walked at night, was accompanied by this strong smell, like a scorched scrap of paper in the fire of war, in front of Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, slowly and mournfully unfolded.
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Small Theater [Several Choices of Featherman Illusions]
What is the ending of the two copies of Mo Ran and Chu Wanning
No milk, go to the street.
What is the ending of the two copies of the ink burning and the teacher
No chance, the author will not let it.
What is the ending of the two copies of Mo Ran and Xue Meng
It's faster to be noisy in front of the boss than anyone who has a menopause.
What is the ending of the two copies of Xue Meng and Shi Mei
Normal configuration, you can win.
What is the ending of the two copies of Xue Meng and Master
On the street, one dps has been applauding the other dps by the side.
What is the ending of the two copies of Shizun and Shimei
The boss died in the hands of the runaway ink, so there is no copy.