In order to show his sincerity in front of his master, the young master prepared three plates of charred tofu and promised that he would not throw away a single piece. He would eat all of them.
Chu Wanning was very satisfied and revealed a rare look of admiration.
Mo Ran, who was following behind them, was unhappy when he saw this.
The Emperor Ta had an inexplicable obsession with Chu Wanning's approval, so he immediately ordered three servings of tofu.
Chu Wanning glanced at him. "Aren't you full after eating so much?"
Mo Ran and Xue Meng said excitedly, "Even if you give me three more servings, I can still eat them, let alone three."
Chu Wanning said indifferently, "Okay."
Then he gave Mo Ran six portions of tofu and said, "You too. Don't waste it."
Mo Ran: "…"
Since the other two had already ordered, Shi Mei was no exception. He smiled and said, "Then … Shizun, I want three plates too."
Thus, on the first day after Elder Yu Heng's confinement ended, his three disciples all had stomachaches because they ate something bad.
The next day, the Disciplinary Elder found Chu Wanning and tactfully expressed that the Meng Po Lobby did not lack helpers. He asked Chu Wanning to move to the Bridge of Helplessness and help sweep the fallen leaves and clean the pillars.
The Bridge of Helplessness was a bridge that connected the main area of the Bridge of Life and Death to the disciples' resting area. It could allow five horse carriages to pass side by side. The pillars of the bridge had nine white jade beasts, each representing the nine sons of the dragon. There were also three hundred and sixty short pillars with lion heads.
Chu Wanning silently swept the floor. After he was done, he carefully wiped the Jade Beast.
After working for most of the day, when the sky gradually darkened, it began to rain.
After class, most of the disciples didn't bring their umbrellas, so they ran back to their residences while wading through the puddles.
Raindrops splashed on the stone steps. Chu Wanning glanced from afar and saw the relaxed smiles on the faces of the boys and girls. They looked embarrassed and bright in the rain.
"…" Chu Wanning knew that if he let them see him, that kind of brightness and relaxation would disappear. Thus, he thought for a moment and went under the bridge.
Some of the disciples running in front of him came to the bridge. When they saw the scene, they couldn't help but exclaim.
"A barrier?"
"Why is there a barrier on the Bridge of Helplessness?"
"It was probably set up by Elder Xuanji," a disciple guessed. "Elder Xuanji is the best."
The translucent golden barrier enveloped the top of the Bridge of Helplessness. It extended and spread out in an imposing manner all the way to the main walkway of the disciples' resting area. It completely covered the path they were about to take.
"It must be Elder Xuanji's doing. Isn't this place under his jurisdiction?"
.... elder Xuanji......
. "" This barrier is so beautiful. The elder is really amazing. "
The disciples shook their wet hair and giggled as they pushed each other to hide in the barrier. They talked all the way to the resting area.
Chu Wanning stood under the bridge and listened to the hubbub of voices on the bridge. Only when it was silent and the returning youths were far away did he slowly put away the barrier and calmly walked out of the bridge.
"Master."
Suddenly, he heard someone call him.
Chu Wanning suddenly looked up. He didn't see anyone on the shore.
"I'm here."
He followed the voice and looked up. He saw Mo Ran sitting on the white jade bridge. He was wearing a silver-blue light armor and his legs were lazily propped up on the railing of the bridge.
The youth's eyebrows were shockingly dark. His eyelashes were like two small fans hanging in front of his eyes.
He was holding an oil paper umbrella and looking at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.
One of them was on the bridge, shivering in the leaves.
The other was under the bridge, cold rain connecting the river.
They looked at each other like this. For a while, no one spoke.
Between heaven and earth, the misty rain was hazy and lingering. Occasionally, leaves and thin bamboo fluttered down with the wind and rain, fluttering and falling between the two.
In the end, Mo Ran laughed and said with some teasing, "Elder Xuanji, you're wet."
Chu Wanning also said coldly almost at the same time, "How did you know it was me?"
Mo Ran pursed his lips. His eyes were curved and his dimples were deep. "Such a big barrier. Elder Xuanji can't set it up, right?
If it wasn't Master, who else could it be? "
Chu Wanning, "… …"
Mo Ran knew that he was too lazy to cast a spell to protect himself from the rain. He had an idea and threw the umbrella down.
"This is for you. Catch."
The bright red oil paper umbrella fluttered down. Chu Wanning caught it. The green bamboo handle of the umbrella was still warm. Sparkling and translucent drops of water dripped down the umbrella. Chu Wanning looked up at him. "What about you?"
Mo Ran smiled slyly. "Master just needs to cast a spell. Won't I be able to go back safely?"
Chu Wanning snorted, but he still flicked his sleeve. A transparent golden barrier immediately appeared above Mo Ran. Mo Ran looked up and laughed. "Haha, it's so beautiful. There's even a peony pattern. Thank you."
Chu Wanning glanced at him. "That's a begonia. It only has five petals."
After saying this, he floated away in his white robe and red umbrella.
Mo Ran was left standing alone in the rain, counting the petals. "One, two, three, four, five … … Ah, it's really five petals … …"
When he looked up again, Chu Wanning was already far away.
Mo Ran narrowed his eyes. Standing under the barrier, the childish smile on his face slowly disappeared. It was gradually replaced by a complicated expression.
He suddenly didn't understand what he was thinking.
It would be better if the only emotion he had for a person was pure love or pure disgust.
This rain lasted for four days before it stopped. When the clouds parted and the rain stopped, a group of horses and carriages stepped on puddles of water, crushing the sky and clouds. They stopped in front of the mountain gate of the Peak of Life and Death.
The bamboo curtain was lifted. A folding fan with a bright red tassel appeared from inside.
Immediately after, a pair of blue boots with silver edges stepped out. They stepped on the shaft of the carriage and landed heavily on the ground with a bang. Dust flew everywhere.
This was a muscular man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was dressed in blue and silver light armor and had a neat beard. He looked to be around forty years old.
He looked very rough, but his large hands were waving a finely made scholar's fan. It was indescribably strange.
The fan opened with a "pa" sound. On the side facing the other person was written — —
"Xue Lang is very beautiful."
On the side facing the other person was written — —
"The world is ugly."
This fan was famous in Jianghu. The reason was not only because the owner of the fan was good at martial arts, but also because the words written on the fan were too embarrassing.
It praised oneself on the front and mocked others on the back.
When the fan handle was gently waved, the narcissism of the owner could be smelled from a hundred miles away. Everyone in the cultivation world knew this.
Who was the owner of this fan?
It was the Lord of the Peak of Life and Death who had stayed outside for more than two months. He was Xue Meng's father and Mo Ran's uncle, Master Immortal Xue Zhengyong.
As the saying goes, dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the son of a mouse can dig holes.
The reverse logic was the same. If the son was a peacock, the father would definitely spread his tail.
Although Xue Meng had delicate features and was completely different from his vigorous and strong father, at the very least, they were similar to each other deep down in their bones.
They both felt that "Xue Lang is very beautiful and the world is ugly."
Xue Zhengyong stretched his body and moved his muscles. He cracked his neck and said with a smile, "Oh, this carriage is so tiring. We're finally home."
In the Dan Xin Palace, Madam Wang was mixing medicinal powder. Mo Ran and Xue Meng were sitting on her left and right respectively.
She said softly, "Four ounces of hemostatic grass and one stalk of Shouyang ginseng."
"Mother, I'm done." Xue Meng sat cross-legged beside her and handed the herbs to her.
Madam Wang took it and smelled the hemostatic grass. Then she said, "No, this grass has been put together with Guanghu for a long time.
The resulting soup will be less effective.
Go get some fresh ones. "
"Oh, okay." Xue Meng stood up and went to the medicine cabinet.
Madam Wang continued, "Three ounces of Wulingzhi and one ounces of Chinese dodder."
Mo Ran quickly handed the ingredients to her. "Auntie, how long do you need to brew this medicine?"
"You don't need to brew it. Just take it." Madam Wang said, "After I grind the powder, can Mo Ran give it to Elder Yu Heng?"
Mo Ran didn't want to give it to Xue Meng at first, but after looking at Xue Meng's back, he knew that if he didn't do it, it would be Xue Meng who did.
He didn't know why, but he didn't like the idea of Xue Meng being alone with Chu Wanning. So he said, "Okay."
After a pause, he asked, "Oh right, auntie, is this medicine bitter?"
"It's a little bitter. What's wrong?"
Mo Ran smiled and said, "Nothing." But he grabbed a handful of candies from the fruit platter and stuffed them into his sleeve.
The people in the palace were focused on mixing the medicine when a burst of hearty laughter suddenly came from the door.
Xue Zhengyong strode into the palace. His face was glowing. He said happily, "Wife, I'm back!
Hahahahaha! "
The leader of a sect came in without any warning. Madam Wang was so shocked that she almost spilled the powder in the ladle.
She opened her eyes wide in astonishment. "Husband?"
Mo Ran also stood up to welcome him. "Uncle."
"Ah, Ran 'er is here too?"
Xue Zhengyong was tall and sturdy, but his speech was very kind. He patted Mo Ran's shoulder. "Good boy, I haven't seen you for a while. You seem to have grown a little taller.
How was it?
Did the trip to Colored Butterfly Town go smoothly? "
Mo Ran smiled. "It went smoothly."
"Good, good, good!
With Chu Wanning there, I knew that there wouldn't be any problems. Hahahaha — — right, where's your master?
Is he playing with his little toys in the mountains again? "
Mo Ran heard this and was a little embarrassed. "Shizun, he …"
This uncle of his had a fiery temper and was easily impulsive. In his previous life, his uncle's death was largely due to this kind of personality.
Mo Ran naturally didn't want to directly tell him that Chu Wanning suffered two hundred blows and was grounded for three months.
Just as he was thinking about how to tell him, an "Ah" sound came from behind him.
Xue Meng walked out in a daze with a pile of hemostatic grass. When he saw his father, he couldn't help but be happy. "Father."
"Meng 'er!"
Mo Ran was secretly relieved. When this father and son met, they would definitely flatter each other and praise each other. He was thinking about how to tell them that Chu Wanning was punished.
Sure enough, the peacock father and son were praising each other with their tails up.
"After not seeing you for two months, my son has become more handsome.
You look more and more like your father! "
Xue Meng didn't look like his father at all. He only looked like his mother, but he agreed and said, "Father's body has also become more sturdy!"
Xue Zhengyong waved his hand and laughed. "During this period of time in Kunlun's Treading in Snow Palace, I increasingly feel that all the young people in the world can't compare to my son and nephew!
Aiyo, that group of sissy people really annoys me. Meng 'er, do you still remember Mei Hanxue? "
Xue Meng immediately showed a look of disdain. "That little fatty who has been training in seclusion for more than ten years. I heard that he's the Treading in Snow Palace's eldest martial brother?
He's come out? "
"Hahaha, my son's memory is really good. That's him.
When he was young, he came to our house to stay for a while. He even slept with you. "
"… How could I not remember? He was as fat as a dog. He even kicked people in his sleep. I was kicked down by him many times.
Father, did you see him? "
"I saw him, I saw him." Xue Zhengyong twirled his beard as if he was reminiscing.
Xue Meng was a proud son of the heavens. He was naturally competitive, so he impatiently asked, "How was it?"
Xue Zhengyong laughed. "If I had to say, he's not as good as you.
He's just a boy, but his master taught him to play the zither and dance. He even used Lightness Skill and threw flower petals. Your father is going to die from laughter. Hahahaha! "
Xue Meng's nose twitched. He seemed to be disgusted.
A little fatty with baby fat playing the zither, dancing, and throwing flower petals …
"Then what's his cultivation?"
After all, Mei Hanxue had been in seclusion for more than ten years. He had just come out of seclusion a few months ago and had not shown his sword in Jianghu.
Since 'appearance' had already defeated him, Xue Meng wanted to compare 'cultivation'.
This time, Xue Zhengyong did not immediately answer. He thought for a while and said, "It's okay to see that he doesn't fight much. Anyway, when the Spiritual Mountain Sword Conference comes, I'll naturally have a chance to compete with him."
Xue Meng's eyebrows twitched. "Humph, that fatty. I don't even know if he'll have a chance to compete with me."
Madam Wang had already added the last of the powder. She stood up and smiled as she patted Xue Meng's head. "Meng 'er, don't be arrogant. You have to be humble and always have a heart of respect."
Xue Meng said, "What's the use of being humble?
That's what incompetent people do. I want to be as straightforward as my father. "
Xue Zhengyong laughed. "See? How can a tiger father have a dog son?"
Madam Wang was displeased. "You don't teach him the good things, but you teach him the bad things. What are you talking about?"
Xue Zhengyong saw the slight anger on her face and knew that she was indeed unhappy. He stopped smiling and scratched his head. "My wife, I was wrong.
I'll teach you whatever you say. You're always right.
Don't be unhappy. "
Mo Ran, "…"
Xue Meng, "…"
Madam Wang was Lonemoon's disciple in her early years. It was said that she was kidnapped by Xue Zhengyong. No one knew if this rumor was true, but Mo Ran knew very well that his uncle was very affectionate towards his aunt.
Madam Wang, on the other hand, was not that passionate towards her husband. She was an extremely gentle person, but she would always throw tantrums at Xue Zhengyong.
After all these years of stumbling and stumbling, anyone with a discerning eye could tell who was more devoted to the other between husband and wife.
Xue Meng naturally could not be bothered to watch his parents flirt. He was a little disgusted. He clicked his tongue and impatiently turned to leave.
Madam Wang was quite embarrassed. She quickly said, "Meng 'er?"
Xue Meng waved his hand and strode out.
Mo Ran did not want to disturb the couple's reunion. He could also avoid his uncle's questioning.
It was better to leave Chu Wanning's punishment to Madam Wang. He would not be able to handle it himself.
Thus, he tidied up the medicine on the table and left with a smile. He even closed the door for them.
Holding the medicine, he wobbled to the Red Lotus Pavilion.
Chu Wanning was injured and his body was a little weak these few days. The barrier around the pavilion had been removed, so he did not know that someone had come.
Thus, Mo Ran coincidentally saw this scene …
Chu Wanning was currently bathing in the lotus pond.
It was fine if he was bathing by himself, but the main thing was, there were actually two other people in the lotus pond used by Elder Yu Heng …