As the sun rose, more and more people came to the inn to have a meal. Mo Ran felt that it was too noisy downstairs, so he asked the waiter to send the dishes to his room.
In the end, he invited Chu Wanning. After all, his teacher was the most senior. He was not the Emperor of the Human Realm, so he still had to follow the rules.
There were three bowls of steaming hot noodle soup on the square beech table. The noodles were made by himself and were different from the ones bought outside. They were chewy and smooth. On top of the noodles were thick slices of beef, oily fat intestines, fresh and tender pea sprouts, plump green vegetables, and golden shredded eggs. The color was bright and attractive.
However, the most outstanding part of the three bowls of noodles was not the water leaves, the big pieces of meat, or the luxurious ingredients. Instead, it was the bone broth that had been simmered for four hours. It was poured into the bowls of noodles. The milky white broth had sesame red oil floating on it. Mo Ran took a stone bowl and ground a spicy and fresh seasoning. He boiled it in the broth, which was fragrant and full of flavor.
He thought that Shi Mei liked to eat spicy food, so he put a lot of red oil and chili oil in the bowl.
Seeing that Shi Mei was engrossed in eating, Mo Ran's smile became more and more relaxed. He stole a few glances and could not help but ask, "Is it delicious?"
Shi Mei said, "It's very delicious."
Chu Wanning did not speak. He still had a gloomy expression as if God owed him a hundred mountains of gold and silver.
Mo Ran showed a proud expression, "Then when you want to eat, tell me and I'll make it."
Shi Mei's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist because of the spiciness. He looked up at Mo Ran with a smile. There was gentleness between his eyebrows.
In front of a beauty, Mo Ran was not sure whether he should eat Shi Mei or eat the noodles in the bowl if it was not for Chu Wanning sitting next to him.
Shi Mei did not eat much of the pea sprouts and intestines, but he soon finished the beef and vegetables.
Mo Ran, who had been quietly observing from the side, reached out with his chopsticks and put the bean sprouts and pig intestines into his bowl. He also picked up a few pieces of beef from his bowl to fill the empty space.
The disciples of Life and Death's Summit all ate at the Meng Po Lobby and would often swap dishes with each other. Thus, Shi Mei did not find it strange. He smiled and said, "Mo Ran doesn't eat beef?"
"Yes, I love eating pea sprouts."
After saying that, he buried his head and started snoring.
The tips of her ears were slightly red.
Chu Wanning expressionlessly picked up the bean sprouts in his bowl with his chopsticks and threw them all into Mo Ran's bowl.
"I don't eat bean sprouts."
Then, he threw all the beef in his bowl to Shi Mei. "I don't eat beef either."
Then, he frowned and stared at the remaining things in the bowl. He pursed his lips and remained silent.
Shi Mei asked cautiously, "Master … is it not to your liking?"
Chu Wanning, "… …"
He did not answer. Instead, he lowered his head and silently picked up a piece of vegetable. After taking a small bite, his expression became even uglier. With a "pa" sound, he put down his chopsticks.
"Mo Weiyu, did you spill the jar of chili sauce in the soup?"
Mo Ran did not expect that the breakfast he had painstakingly made would be reprimanded like this. He was stunned and raised his head. There was still a strand of noodles hanging from the corner of his mouth.
He blinked innocently at Chu Wanning. He could not believe his ears. Thus, he slurped down the noodles and said, "What?"
Chu Wanning did not give him any face this time. "Is this something that humans eat?
How can humans eat this? "
Mo Ran blinked a few more times. He was finally sure that this guy Chu Wanning was scolding him. He said indignantly, "How is it not for humans to eat?"
Chu Wanning's eyebrows twitched. He said sternly, "It's really hard to swallow."
Mo Ran choked. In any case, he had secretly learned this skill from the Drunken Jade Pavilion.
"Master, you're … too picky."
Shi Mei also said, "Master, you haven't eaten for a day. Even if you don't like it, you should at least eat some."
Chu Wanning stood up and said coldly, "I don't eat spicy food."
He turned and left.
The two people left at the table fell into an awkward silence.
Shi Mei was a little surprised. "Master doesn't eat spicy food?
How come I didn't know … Mo Ran, you didn't know either? "
"I … …"
Mo Ran looked at the noodles Chu Wanning left on the table. He did not eat a single bite. After a while, he nodded.
"En.
I don't know. "
This was a lie. Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning did not eat spicy food.
But he had forgotten.
After all, he had been entangled with this person for most of his life. He knew what Chu Wanning liked to eat and what he did not.
But he did not care, so he did not remember.
Returning to his room alone, Chu Wanning lay down with his clothes on. He faced the wall. His eyes were open, but he could not sleep.
He had lost a lot of blood and used a lot of spiritual power. He had not eaten a single grain of rice in the morning. In fact, his stomach had been empty for a long time. It was very uncomfortable.
This person did not know how to take care of himself. When he was in a bad mood, he simply did not eat. It was as if he thought that being angry would fill his stomach.
He did not know what he was angry about. Or rather, he did not want to know.
But in the silence, a face appeared vaguely in front of him. It was smiling brightly. The corners of the mouth were slightly curled. A pair of eyes were black and shining. They were a somewhat gentle deep purple.
It looked warm and a little lazy.
Chu Wanning clutched the mattress tightly because she was using too much force.
His knuckles were slightly white.
He was not willing to fall into this. He closed his eyes, wanting to get rid of this smiling face.
But after he closed his eyes, the past became more and more turbulent. Like a tide, it surged into his heart …
The first time he saw Mo Ran was in front of the Tong Tian Tower at the peak of life and death.
That day, the sun was shining brightly. All twenty elders were gathered together and were whispering to each other.
Elder Yu Heng was naturally an exception. He was not so stupid as to be willing to stand there and bask in the sun.
Instead, he had long hidden under a flowering tree. He absent-mindedly raised his finger and looked at his newly made black iron nail cover to see if it could be extended and retracted freely.
Of course, he did not need to use a nail cover. This bent iron nail cover was specially made for the low-level disciples at the peak of life and death.
The lower cultivation world was adjacent to the ghost world. It was often dangerous. It was not rare for low-level disciples to be injured and lose their lives. Chu Wanning saw this. Although he did not say anything, he had been thinking hard about a solution. He wanted to make a light and flexible weapon that was easy to use.
The others were discussing enthusiastically at the side.
"Did you hear?
The High Lord's long-lost nephew was saved from the sea of fire.
Everyone else in the building that caught fire died. If the Lord was a step later, I'm afraid that little nephew would have turned into ashes. He's really lucky. "
"It must be his father who is secretly protecting him.
It's a pity that he was separated from when he was young and suffered so much. Sigh … "
"That child is called Mo Ran?
He's about fifteen years old, right?
It's time for him to choose a name. Does he have a name? "
"Elder Xuanji, you don't know. This child grew up in a brothel. It's good enough that he has a name. How can he have a name?"
"I heard that the Lord wrote a few words for him and is choosing. I don't know which one he will choose in the end."
"The Lord really values little nephew."
"Isn't that so?
Not to mention the Lord, even the Madam feels sorry for him.
Heh, I think the only one who is not happy at the peak of life and death is probably our God's favored one — "
"Elder Tanlang!
You can't say that! "
"Haha.
A slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue!
However, our God's favored one is arrogant because of his talent. He doesn't respect his elders and spends his days fighting cocks and running dogs as if he was born rich. He's indeed out of control. "
"Elder Tan Lang, you drank a little too much today …" The people beside him kept giving him looks. They pointed their chin at Chu Wanning, who was standing in the distance. Their meaning couldn't be more obvious.
The God's favored one, Xue Meng, was Chu Wanning's disciple. Saying that Xue Meng was out of control was equivalent to mocking Chu Wanning for not teaching well.
This Elder Yu Heng, don't be fooled by his usual leisurely and otherworldly demeanor. It was as if he was above the world and had the style of an expert.
However, everyone knew that his temper was extremely bad. If anyone accidentally touched his reverse scale, then they should wash their neck clean and wait to be beaten to death.
Chu Wanning had heard their words long ago.
However, he was too lazy to care. He was probably less interested in how others evaluated him than the patterns on his fingernails.
Speaking of which, this set of armor was good, but its durability was not high enough. If he encountered a thick-skinned demon, he might not be able to tear through their flesh in one strike. If he added some Dragon Bone Powder when he returned, the effect should be better.
When the Elders saw that Chu Wanning had no reaction, they let out a sigh of relief and began to discuss in low voices.
"My Lord summoned us here today to choose a master for that Young Master Mo, right?"
"That's strange. Why doesn't the High Lord teach it himself?"
"It seems that the little nephew's bone structure is not suitable for practicing the Supremacy's mental cultivation method."
Someone muttered, "But that's not to the extent of gathering all the Elders and letting the Young Master pick one by one, right?"
Elder Lucun sighed gloomily. Flipping his elegant and smooth long hair, he complained, "I feel that I am like a cheap cabbage on the table right now, waiting for Young Master Mo to pick."
Everyone: "…"
So, could this sissy not speak such a big truth without thinking?
After waiting for a while, the Supremacy finally arrived.
He walked up the thousand steps and arrived in front of Tong Tian Tower. Behind him was a young man.
Chu Wanning only glanced at him casually. Before he could see clearly, he turned his gaze away and continued to study his fingernails.
He was too lazy to take a second look.
When it came to apprenticeship, one had to talk about how unconventional the Peak of Life and Death was.
In other sects, the master would be high and mighty. He would rub the head of a new disciple and say, "Young man, I see that you are quite intelligent. From today onwards, you are my disciple."
The disciple did not even have the chance to say 'no'.
Or the master would look at him with cold disdain, waving his sleeves and saying, "Young man, your head is too high, your eyes are dull, and the back of your head is rebellious. This is not what my disciple should look like.
You are not destined to be my disciple. I will not accept you as my disciple. "
Then, before the disciple could express himself, the master would fly away on his sword. He ran faster than a dog.
The Peak of Life and Death was different. The master and disciple were mutually chosen.
What did this mean?
There were twenty elders at the Peak of Life and Death. After all the disciples entered the sect, they would be able to sincerely hand in their master's letter after a period of interaction. They would express their desire to follow the elder in cultivation.
If the elder accepted, then everyone would be happy.
If the elder did not accept, then the disciple could pester them until the elder softened or the disciple gave up.
Logically speaking, Chu Wanning's skills were superb and his appearance was handsome. He should have a lot of disciples, and all of them would do anything to become his disciple.
But in reality, this was not the case.
Chu Wanning's face was handsome, but his temper was so bad that it made one's hair stand on end. It was said that when he was angry, he would beat up female disciples as if they were male disciples and drown them in a pond.
Not many people had the courage to worship this kind of master.
Thus, Elder Yu Heng's disciples were deserted.
Other than the proud son of heaven, Xue Meng, and Xue Meng's good friend, Shi Mei, he had never accepted anyone.
Everyone would rather respectfully call him 'Zhanglao' than affectionately call him 'Shizun'.
Chu Wanning said with a cold expression that he was not sad. He lowered his head indifferently and continued to fiddle with the cold mecha weapons.
Sleeve arrow boxes, martial law sentry, they were all designed for other people.
The earlier they were done, the earlier more people could be spared from suffering.
So he did not expect that Mo Ran would choose him without hesitation.
At that time, he was frowning and stroking the spikes on his finger gloves, thinking about how to improve them. He did not pay attention to what the High Lord said to everyone.
At some point, the surroundings gradually quieted down.
After thinking about how to improve the spikes, Chu Wanning suddenly realized that the buzzing around just now seemed a bit too quiet.
So he finally moved his gaze away from the finger gloves. With some impatience and inquiry, he raised his eyelids.
Then he saw a face.
Under the sunlight, it was so bright that it was almost dazzling.
It was an elegant and handsome young man who was looking up at him.
The young man's mouth was curled up in a lazy, faintly discernible smile. The dimples on his cheeks were deep, and he had the air of a common man, but also a little pure.
A pair of black eyes with hints of purple were staring at him without blinking. They were half eager and half curious.
He was new here and did not know the rules.
The distance between them was so close that it could almost be called rude.
Suddenly, a person appeared in front of him. Chu Wanning was shocked. As if he was scalded, he subconsciously took a step back. With a bang, his head hit the trunk of a tree.
The young man widened his eyes slightly. "Ah …"
Chu Wanning: "…"
The young man: "…"
Chu Wanning: "What are you doing?"
The young man laughed. "Immortal Master, Immortal Master, I've been looking at you for a long time. Why are you ignoring me?"