The ink burned like a dead fish on the bed for three days. As soon as the wound subsided, he received a message and asked him to go to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion to do coolie.
This is also part of the punishment. During the period when Mo Ran was banned, he could not go down the mountain, but he could not be idle. He had to help the sect and do some chores.
Usually, these errands are: helping the aunt of Meng Potang to wash the dishes, scrubbing the three hundred and sixty-five stone lions on the pillars of the Naihe Bridge, transcribing extremely boring archives, and so on.
But where is the red lotus pavilion? It is the residence of Chu Wanning's grandson, known as the Shura Field of Red Lotus Hell.
Not many people have been there before, and everyone who has been in has either broken their arms or broken their legs after coming out.
Therefore, in addition to the red lotus hell, Chu Wanning's bedroom has a more down-to-earth nickname: Broken Legs Water Pavilion.
There is a joke circulating in the sect: "The beautiful woman in the waterside hides the beauty, and the beauty asks the sky to ask. When you enter the gate of my broken leg, you will know that it is painful for me to break my leg. Elder Yuheng, the only choice for you to help you from the menopause."
There used to be a female disciple who was not afraid of death, but she was so daring and dared to covet Elder Yuheng's beauty. Taking advantage of the dark and windy moon, she sneaked up to Nanfeng, crawled on the eaves, and wanted to watch the elder bathe and change his clothes.
The result can be imagined, the female warrior was beaten to death by Tianwen, crying for her father and mother, and lay on the bed for more than a hundred days without coming back.
And Chu nightning also put ruthless words, if you dare to do it again, you will directly smash people's eyes.
did you see? What a rude word! What an incomprehensible behavior! What an outrageous man!
Among the sects, there were originally some innocent and silly girls, who relied on their being a woman, thinking that Elder Yuheng should be pity and cherishing Yu, always giggling in front of him, trying to attract the attention of the elders. But since the elder killed the female hooligan, no one dared to attack him again.
Elder Yuheng, both men and women, have no gentleman's bearing, except for a good-looking face, he can't do anything - this is the evaluation of Chu Wanning by the disciples in the school.
The little junior brother who came to the communication looked at Mo Ran with sympathy, and he endured it, but he still couldn't hold back: "Senior Brother Mo..."
"Um?"
"... Elder Yuheng's temper is so bad, no one who went to the Red Lotus Waterside can stand up, look at it, or else, he will say that his wound has not healed, and I beg Elder Yuheng to let you go and clean it. plate?"
Mo Ran was very grateful to the bodhisattva heart of the junior brother, and then rejected him.
Ask for Chu nightning
Forget it, he didn't want to be served by God again.
So he put on his clothes laboriously, dragged his heavy steps, and walked reluctantly to the South Peak, the summit of life and death.
The red lotus waterside, the red lotus hell, the residence of Chu Wanning, there is no living person in the radius of a hundred miles.
No one wants to be close to where he lives. Chu nightning's bad taste and uncertain character make everyone in the sect stay away from him.
The ink burned a little uneasy. I didn't know what Chu nightning would punish myself for. I thought about it all the way to the top of Nanfeng Peak. After passing through the overlapping bamboo forests, a large piece of splendid red lotus came into view.
At this time in the early morning, the sun rises in the east, reflecting the brocade brilliantly in the sky, the fiery red clouds and the red hibiscus in the pond with the lotus leaves in the sky add radiance and beauty to each other, and the waves are radiant. On the pond, the waterside pavilions in the curved corridors stand quietly, with the mountains and a curtain of water and waterfalls roaring, the fine crystal water droplets knocking against the stone walls, the water mist is transpiring, the smoke is condensing, and the tranquility shows a bit of enchanting.
Mo Ran's feelings about this are:
vomit.
Where Chu nightning lives, no matter how good it looks, he is vomiting!
Look, how arrogant and extravagant, how extravagant and wasteful, the disciples' houses are closely connected one by one, and the rooms do not occupy a large area. He is better than the elder Yuheng. He occupied an entire mountain by himself, and dug three large The pond is full of lotus flowers, well, although these lotus flowers are all special varieties, they can be refined into holy medicine, but—
It's not pleasing to the eye anyway. I can't wait to burn this broken leg water pavilion with a torch!
The slander returns to the slander. In view of the fact that he is the sixteenth of this year, he is unable to compete with the master of Chu. The ink burned or came to the residence of Chu Wanning, standing at the door, squinting, and sweetly pretending to be a grandson.
"The disciple is burning, and I will meet the master."
"Well, come in."
The room was messy, and the cold-blooded devil Chu nightning was dressed in a white robe, and the clothes were folded high and tight, which was quite abstinence. Today, he wore a high ponytail and black metal gauntlets, sitting on the ground fiddling with a bunch of mechanical parts, with a pen in his mouth.
Glancing at Mo Ran blankly, he bit the pen and said vaguely, "Come here."
The ink burned.
It's a bit difficult, because the house has no place to stay, and there are drawings and broken metal pieces scattered all over the place.
The ink burned his brows and twitched. In his last life, he never entered Chu Wanning's room. I didn't know that this beautiful man in well-dressed clothes lived in such a mess... It's hard to say.
"Master, what are you doing?"
"God of Night."
"What?"
Chu nightning was a little impatient, probably because he was holding a pen and it was inconvenient to speak: "Yiyoushen."
The ink burned silently at the pile of messy parts on the ground.
His master is known as Master Chu, and it is not a vain name. In all honesty, Chu nightning is a very strong man, whether it is his three god-level weapons, his enchantment technique, or his mechanism-making technique, he is worthy of the words "reaching the pinnacle". This is also why he has such a bad temper and is so difficult to serve, but the major cultivators are still fighting over their heads to snatch him.
For "Night You God", the rebirth of the ink burn is very clear.
It is a kind of mecha made by Chu Wanning. The price is low and the combat power is strong. It can guard the ordinary people of Xiujie at night from the general ghosts.
In the previous life, the well-made Yeyoushen almost became a must-have mecha for every household. The price of each one was equivalent to a broom, and the effect was much better than that of the grinning door god.
After Chu Wanning died, these night wandering gods still guarded those poor people who could not afford the Taoist priest. This compassionate mind, coupled with Chu nightning's indifference to the apprentices... Hehe, it really makes the ink burn and contempt.
The ink burned and sat down, looking at the "Night Youshen" who was just a bunch of parts at this time, and the past events slipped past his heart.
Chu nightning buckled the parts of the falcon, and finally freed up his hand, took down the pen that had been biting in his mouth, and glared at the ink: "That one just got tung oil, you can't touch it."
"Oh..." Mo Ran put down his knuckles, adjusted his emotions, and was still cute and harmless to humans and animals, and asked with a smile, "Master called me over, did you intend to ask me to help?"
Chu nightning said: "Well."
"doing what?"
"Clean up the house."
The smoldering smile froze, and he looked at the general room after the earthquake: "..."
Chu nightning is a genius in immortality and an idiot in life.
After cleaning up the fifth teacup that was not swept away in time, the ink burned finally a little bit unbearable: "Master, how long have you not taken care of this house? My God, it's so messy!"
Chu nightning was looking at the drawings, and he didn't lift his head when he heard the words: "Almost a year."
Ink burning: "..."
"Where do you usually sleep?"
"What?" There may be a problem with the drawing. Chu nightning was disturbed, and he seemed more impatient than usual. He rubbed his hair and replied angrily, "Of course it's the bed."
The ink burned and glanced at the bed, which was full of various mechas that had been completed for the most part, as well as a series of tools such as saws, axes, files, etc., each of which was cold and sharp.
Awesome, why didn't this person cut off his head when he was sleeping
After being busy for a long time, the three dustpans were swept away by the sawdust and dust on the floor, and the white towel that wiped the shelves of the bookcase was blackened by more than ten pieces. By noon, it was only half finished.
Fucking Chu nightning, this person is really more poisonous than a poisonous woman.
Tidying up the room doesn't seem like a serious punishment, and it doesn't seem like a coolie to say it, but who knew it was such a ghost place that hasn't been cleaned in 365 days? Don't say that you have scars all over your body, even if you are in good health now, you can be exhausted half your life with this tossing!
"Master..."
"Um?"
"You pile of clothes..." It must have been three months.
Chu nightning finally connected an arm of Yeyoushen, he rubbed his sore shoulders, looked up at the robes on the trunk, and said coldly: "I wash it myself."
The ink burned a sigh of relief, thank God, and then a little curious: "Hey? Master will wash clothes?"
Chu nightning glanced at him, and after a while, he said coldly: "What's so difficult? Throw it in the water, soak it, pick it up, and dry it."
"..." I really don't know how the girls who are fond of Master Chu in Huaichun will feel when they hear this sentence. The ink burns deeply that this man who is useless is really disgusting, and it has broken a lot of spring boudoirs when they say it.
"It's getting late, you can go to the dining room with me, and I'll take care of the rest."
People come and go in Meng Po Tang, and the disciples at the top of the dead are eating in groups of three or five. Chu nightning took a lacquered wooden tray and took a few dishes and sat silently in the corner.
With him as the core, within twenty feet of the surroundings, there was gradually no one else.
No one dared to sit too close to Elder Yuheng, for fear that if he was unhappy, throwing out Tianwen would be a slap in the face. Chu nightning himself is actually very clear about this, but he doesn't mind, a cold beauty is sitting there, eating the things in the bowl gently.
But today, it's different.
The ink burned was brought by him, and naturally he had to follow him.
Others are afraid of him, and the ink is also afraid, but after all, it is a person who has died once, and the fear of Chu nightning is not so great.
Especially after the fear after the first sight gradually subsided, the previous life's disgust for Chu Wanning slowly emerged. What if Chu nightning is so powerful? He didn't die in his last life.
The ink burned down in front of him, calmly chewing the sweet and sour pork ribs in the bowl, crunching, and soon the bones spit into a hill.
Chu nightning suddenly threw the chopsticks.
The ink burned for a while.
"...Can you stop smirking when you eat?"
"I chew bones, so how do I chew with my mouth?"
"Then don't eat bones."
"But I like to eat bones."
"Go to the side and eat."
The quarrel between the two became louder and louder, and some disciples were already peeking at them.
Mo Ran resisted the urge to put the rice bowl on Chu Wanning's head, and sipped his glossy lips. After a while, he narrowed his eyes and rubbed a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Master, don't shout so loudly. If others hear it, won't they laugh at us?"
Chu nightning has always been thin-skinned, but his voice softened and he whispered: "Go away."
The ink burned and fell down with a smile.
Chu nightning: "..."
"Hey, Master, don't stare at me, eat, eat. I'll try to keep my voice down."
The ink burned enough to laugh, and began to pretend to be clever again, and the sound of gnawing bones was much smaller.
Chu nightning eats soft and not hard, sees the ink burning obedient, his face is slightly relieved, and he is no longer so bitter and hated. He bowed his head and ate his green vegetables and tofu gently.
It didn't take too long, and the ink burned again.
He doesn't know what's wrong with him. In short, when he sees Chu Wanning in this life, he wants to do his best to make people angry.
So Chu nightning found that although the ink burned not to chew loudly, he began to eat the ribs with his hands, and the food was full of greasy hands and the sauce was shiny.
Chu nightning's forehead blue veins burst out, forbearance.
He lowered his eyelashes, didn't watch the ink burn, and took care of his own meals.
I don't know if the ink burned because I was too happy to eat, too forgetful, and I accidentally threw the gnawed bones into Chu Wanning's rice bowl.
Chu nightning stared at the messy spare ribs, and the surrounding air quickly condensed and frozen at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Ink burning...!!!"
"Master..." The ink burned quite a bit frightened, and I didn't know how much it was true and how much it was false. "That... uh, I didn't mean it."
Weird.
"… "
"Don't be angry, I'll clip it out for you."
When he said that, he stretched out his chopsticks, inserted it into Chu Wanning's bowl, and quickly picked up the sparerib.
Chu nightning's face was ashen, as if he was about to faint in disgust.
The ink burned the eyelashes, and there was a bit of pitiful grievance on the delicate face: "Master, does this dislike me?"
"… "
"Master, I'm sorry."
That's it.
Chu nightning thought.
Why do you need to know the younger generation in general.
He gave up the urge to summon Tianwen to burn the ink, but his appetite was swept away, and he got up and said, "I'm full."
"Hey? Just eat so much? Shizun, you haven't touched your bowl very much."
Chu nightning said coldly: "I'm not hungry."
The ink burned the heart and became a flower, and the mouth was still sweet: "Then I won't eat it, let's go, let's go back to the red lotus field-cough, the red lotus waterside."
Chu nightning squinted his eyes: "We?" He was quite mocking in his eyes, and then said, "Who are you with us? The elders and youngest are respectful and orderly, and you can talk to me well."
The ink burning mouth should be diligent, the eyes are bent with a smile, well-behaved, sensible and cute.
However, this person is thinking in his heart, elders and youngers? speak politely
Hehe, if Chu nightning can know what happened in his previous life, he should know that - in the end, only his Mo Weiyu is respected.
Chu nightning is no longer noble and arrogant, and it is invincible. In the end, it is not a piece of mud on the bottom of his boots. Can he survive on his alms
Quickly following the pace of the master, Mo Ran still had a rather bright smile on his face.
If the teacher is the white moonlight in his heart, Chu nightning is the broken fishbone stuck in his throat. He will pull out the thorn and crush it, or swallow it, and be corroded by gastric juice.
In short, this rebirth, he can let anyone go.
But he will never let Chu Wanning go.
However, Chu nightning didn't seem to plan to spare him easily.
Mo Ran stood in front of the library of the Red Lotus Hell, looking at the fifty-column ten-story bookshelf, thinking that he had heard it wrong.
"Master, what did you say... what?"
Chu nightning lightly: "Wipe all the books here."
"… "
"After wiping it, register it again."
"… "
"I'll check it out tomorrow morning."
"!!!"
what! ! ! Is he staying in Red Lotus Hell tonight?
But he also made an appointment with the teacher, and let the teacher change his medicine at night! ! !
He opened his mouth and wanted to bargain, but Chu nightning was too lazy to care about him, he waved his sleeves, turned around and went to the office room, and by the way, he closed the door of the office room coldly.
The ink burning of the date was lost in the deep disgust of Chu nightning - he wants to burn all the books of Chu nightning! !
Do not!
After turning his head, he thought of a more damaging idea...