Mo Ran lay on the bed like a dead fish for three days. His wounds had just healed when he received a message telling him to go to the Red Lotus Pavilion to work as a laborer.
This was also part of his punishment. During Mo Ran's confinement, he was not allowed to leave the mountain, but he could not be idle either. He had to help the sect with odd jobs and do some hard work.
Generally speaking, these errands were for example: helping the aunties at Granny Meng Hall wash dishes, scrubbing the three hundred and sixty-five stone lions on the pillars of the Bridge of Helplessness, transcribing extremely dull archives, and so on.
But what kind of place was the Red Lotus Pavilion?
It was the residence of that grandson Chu Wanning. People called it the Red Lotus Hell's Asura Field.
Not many people had been to the Peak of Life and Death, and those who had come out either had their arms or legs broken.
Therefore, other than the Red Lotus Hell, Chu Wanning's residence also had a more down-to-earth nickname: Broken Leg Waterside Pavilion.
There was a joke in the sect: "The waterside pavilion hides a beauty, and the beauty summons Tianwen.
Enter my Broken Leg Sect, and you will know the pain of my broken legs.
Elder Yu Heng is the best choice to help you destroy your own meridians. "
There was once a female disciple who was not afraid of death and was bold enough to drool over Elder Yu Heng's beauty. Taking advantage of the dark night, she secretly snuck to the South Peak and clung to the eaves, intending to peep at the elder bathing and changing clothes.
The result was obvious. That female warrior was beaten half to death by Tianwen. She cried for her father and mother and laid on the bed for over a hundred days without getting up.
Chu Wanning even said that if she dared to do it again, he would gouge out her eyes.
See?
What ungentlemanly words!
What an unromantic behavior!
What a hair-raising man!
In the sect, there were originally some naΓ―ve and naive girls who thought that Elder Yu Heng would have protective feelings for the fairer sex. They always laughed and joked in front of him, vainly trying to attract the elder's attention.
But after the elder killed that female rogue, no one dared to have any ideas about him.
Elder Chu Wanning was a man and a woman. He was not a gentleman at all. Other than his good looks, he was not good at anything else. This was the evaluation of Chu Wanning by the disciples of the sect.
The Junior Brother who came to deliver the message looked at Mo Ran sympathetically. He tried to restrain himself, but in the end, he couldn't. "Senior Brother Mo β¦"
"Hmm?"
"β¦ Elder Yuheng's temper is so bad. None of the people who went to the Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion could come out standing. Why don't you say that your wound hasn't healed yet and beg Elder Yuheng to let you go wash dishes?"
Mo Ran was very grateful for his junior brother's kindness and rejected him.
Beg Chu Wanning?
Forget it, he did not want to be served by Tian Wen again.
Thus, he put on his clothes with great effort and dragged his heavy footsteps towards the South Peak, the peak of life and death, with great reluctance.
Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion, Red Lotus Hell, Chu Wanning's residence. There was not a single living person within a hundred li of him.
No one was willing to go near the place where he lived. Chu Wan-ning's terrible taste and unpredictable personality made everyone in the sect keep a respectful distance from him.
Mo Ran was a little nervous. He didn't know what Chu Wanning would punish him for. Along the way to the South Peak, he let his imagination run wild. After passing through layers upon layers of bamboo forests, a large expanse of beautiful red lotuses came into view.
It was early in the morning. The sun rose from the east, shining brilliantly on the horizon. The fiery red clouds and the red lotus leaves in the pond complemented each other. It was vast and mighty, and the waves of light flickered.
The winding corridors and waterside pavilions on the pond were graceful and quiet. A curtain of water fell from the mountain. Tiny sparkling droplets of water knocked against the stone walls with tinkling sounds. The mist rose, and the smoke condensed. There was a hint of enchantment in the tranquility.
Mo Ran's feelings towards this were:
Retch.
No matter how beautiful Chu Wanning's residence was, he would still retch no matter what!
Look, how extravagant and extravagant. The disciples' residences were all closely connected. The rooms did not occupy a large area. Elder Yu Heng, on the other hand, occupied an entire mountain by himself. He even dug three large ponds and planted them full of lotuses. Fine, although these lotuses were special species and could be refined into Holy Grade medicine, but β β
In any case, he just didn't like it.
He hated that he couldn't burn down this waterside pavilion!
Although he cursed in his heart, considering that he was sixteen years old this year and couldn't compete with Grandmaster Chu, Mo Ran still came to Chu Wanning's residence. He stood at the door, narrowed his eyes, and sweetly opened his mouth to speak like a grandson.
"Disciple Mo Ran greets Master."
"Mm, come in."
The room was a mess. The cold-blooded devil Chu Wanning wore a white robe. The lapels of his robe were folded high and tight, giving off a somewhat ascetic aura.
Today, he wore a high ponytail and black metal gauntlets. He sat on the ground fiddling with a pile of mechanical parts. He even had a pen in his mouth.
He glanced at Mo Ran expressionlessly. He bit the pen and said vaguely, "Come here."
Mo Ran went over.
This was really difficult because there was no place for one to stand in this room. Drawings and metal pieces were scattered everywhere.
Mo Ran's eyebrows twitched. In his previous life, he had never entered Chu Wanning's room. He didn't know that this well-dressed handsome man's residence was actually so messy β¦ It was hard to explain in a few words.
"What is Master doing?"
"God of Night."
"What?"
Chu Wanning was a little impatient. Perhaps it was because it was inconvenient to speak because of the pen in his mouth. "God of Night."
Mo Ran silently looked at the messy pile of parts on the ground.
This Master of his was known as Grandmaster Chu, and it was not an undeserved reputation.
In all fairness, Chu Wanning was an extremely valiant man. Whether it was his three Divine Weapons, his Spirit Formation Technique, or his Mechanism Creation Technique, they were all worthy of the four words "Peak of Perfection".
This was also the reason why even though his temper was so bad and he was so hard to please, all the major Immortal Cultivation Sects still fought over him.
Mo Ran, who had been reborn, was very clear about the "God of Night".
It was a type of Mech that Chu Wanning made. It was cheap and its battle power was strong. It could protect ordinary people in the Cultivation World at night and not be disturbed by ordinary ghosts.
In his previous life, the well-made God of Night was an essential Mech for almost every family. The price of one was equivalent to a broom, and its effect was much better than that of a grinning door god.
After Chu Wanning died, these God of Night continued to protect those poor families who couldn't afford a Daoist priest.
This compassion for the state of the universe and the fate of mankind, coupled with Chu Wanning's heartlessness towards his disciples β¦ Hehe, it really made Mo Ran despise him.
Mo Ran sat down and looked at the "God of Night" that was still just a pile of parts. Memories of the past slowly slipped from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but pick up a finger joint of the God of Night and hold it in his hand to examine it carefully.
Chu Wanning finally had his hands free after buckling up the parts. He took down the pen in his mouth and glared at Mo Ran. "That was just covered in tung oil, you can't touch it."
"Oh β¦" Mo Ran put down the finger joint and adjusted his mood. He still had a harmless and cute appearance. He asked with a smile, "Did Shizun call me over to ask me for help?"
Chu Wanning said, "Yes."
"Do what?"
"Tidy up the house."
Mo Ran's smile froze. He looked at the quake-like room: "β¦"
Chu Wanning was a genius in immortal arts, but he was also an idiot in life.
After cleaning up the fifth broken teacup, Mo Ran couldn't take it anymore. "Shizun, how long has it been since you cleaned up this room?
Oh my god, it's so messy! "
Chu Wanning was looking at the blueprints. He didn't even raise his head. "About a year."
Mo Ran: "β¦"
"Where do you usually sleep?"
"What?"
There might be a problem with the blueprint. Chu Wanning was disturbed, so he was even more impatient than usual. He rubbed his hair and angrily replied, "Of course it's to sleep on the bed."
Mo Ran glanced at the bed. On top of it were piles of various mechas that were almost completed. There were also a series of tools like saws, axes, files, and so on. All of them gleamed coldly and were incomparably sharp.
Amazing. Why didn't this person cut off his own head when he slept?
After working for half a day, the floor was filled with wood shavings and dust, and the white towels on the bookcase were blackened by more than ten. By noon, he was only halfway done.
Fuck Chu Wanning. This person was even more poisonous than a poisonous woman.
Tidying up the room didn't seem like a serious punishment, and it didn't sound like hard labor. But who knew that it was such a damned place that hadn't been cleaned for 365 days?
Not to mention that he was full of scars, even if he was healthy now, this kind of torment would be half dead!
"Shizun β¦"
"Yes?"
"Your pile of clothes β¦" It had been piled up for about three months.
Chu Wanning finally fixed one of God of Night's arms. He rubbed his sore shoulder, looked up at the clothes piled up like a mountain, and said coldly, "I'll wash it myself."
Mo Ran sighed in relief and thanked the heavens. Then he was a little curious. "Eh?
Master knows how to wash clothes? "
Chu Wanning glanced at him. After a while, he said coldly, "What's so difficult about that?
Throw them into the water, soak them for a while, then scoop them up and dry them. "
"β¦" She really didn't know how those young ladies who yearned for Grandmaster Chu would feel after hearing this sentence.
Mo Ran deeply felt that this impressive-looking but useless man was really disgusting. If he were to speak of this, it would shatter a lot of romantic feelings.
"It's getting late. Come with me to the dining hall. We'll deal with the rest when we get back."
People were coming and going in the Meng Po Lobby. The disciples of the Peak of Life and Death were eating in groups of three to five. Chu Wanning took a lacquered wooden tray with a few dishes and silently sat in a corner.
With him as the center, a twenty foot radius around him gradually became empty.
No one dared to sit too close to Elder Yu Heng. They were afraid that if he was unhappy, he would throw Heaven's Inquisition out and beat them up.
Chu Wanning was actually very clear about this, but he didn't mind. A cold beauty sat there, eating the food in his bowl in a refined manner.
But today, it was a little different.
He was the one who brought Mo Ran here, so he naturally had to be by his side.
Others were afraid of him, and Mo Ran was also afraid. But in any case, he was a person who had died once. His fear of Chu Wanning was not that strong.
Especially after the fear of meeting for the first time gradually disappeared. The hatred he had for Chu Wanning in his previous life slowly emerged.
So what if Chu Wanning was powerful?
Didn't he still die in his previous life?
Mo Ran sat in front of him and calmly chewed the sweet and sour pork ribs in his bowl. Crunching sounds came out as he chewed. Soon, the bones formed a small mountain.
Chu Wanning suddenly threw down his chopsticks.
Mo Ran was stunned.
"β¦ Can you not smack your lips when you eat?"
"I'm chewing bones. If I don't smack my lips, how can I chew?"
"Then don't eat the bones."
"But I like to eat bones."
"Scram to the side to eat."
The sound of the two quarreling grew louder and louder. Some disciples were already stealing glances at them.
Mo Ran resisted the urge to dump the bowl on Chu Wanning's head and pursed his oily lips. After a while, he narrowed his eyes and smiled sweetly.
"Master, don't shout so loudly.
If others hear this, won't they laugh at us? "
Chu Wanning had always been thin-skinned. As expected, he softened his voice and said in a low voice, "Scram."
Mo Ran laughed so hard that he almost fell over.
"β¦" Chu Wanning was speechless.
"Hey, Master, don't glare at me. Eat, eat.
I'll try to be quiet. "
After Mo Ran had enough of laughing, he began to pretend to be well-behaved again. As expected, the sound of him gnawing on the bone was much quieter.
Chu Wanning was amenable to coaxing but not coercion. Seeing that Mo Ran was obedient, his expression softened. He lowered his head and ate his vegetables and tofu in a refined manner.
After not being quiet for too long, Mo Ran began to act up again.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. In short, in this life, whenever he saw Chu Wanning, he wanted to act up and make him angry.
Thus, Chu Wanning found that although Mo Ran was no longer chewing loudly, he began to eat the ribs with his hands. His hands were greasy and the sauce was shiny.
The veins on Chu Wanning's forehead bulged as he endured.
He lowered his eyelashes and didn't look at Mo Ran. He ate by himself.
Perhaps because Mo Ran was eating too happily and forgot himself, he accidentally threw the bone into Chu Wanning's bowl.
Chu Wanning stared at the messy ribs. The air around him froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Mo Ran β¦ β¦!!!"
"Shizun β¦ β¦" Mo Ran was rather frightened. He didn't know how much of it was real and how much of it was fake. "That β¦ β¦ uh, I didn't do it on purpose."
As if.
"β¦ β¦"
"Don't be angry. I'll take it out for you."
After saying that, he really reached out with his chopsticks and stuck them into Chu Wanning's bowl. He quickly took away the ribs.
Chu Wanning's face was ashen. He looked like he was about to faint from disgust.
Mo Ran's eyelashes fluttered. His delicate face looked rather pitiful. "Is Shizun despising me?"
"β¦ β¦"
"Shizun, I'm sorry."
Forget it.
Chu Wanning thought to himself.
There was no need to argue with a junior.
He gave up the impulse to summon Heaven's Inquisition to beat up Mo Ran. However, his appetite was gone. He stood up and said, "I'm full."
"Eh?
You only ate so little?
Shizun, you didn't even touch your bowl. "
Chu Wanning said coldly, "I'm not hungry."
Mo Ran was so happy that his heart was blooming like a flower. He said sweetly, "Then I won't eat either. Come, let's go back to the Red Lotus Land β β cough, the Red Lotus Water Pavilion."
Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes. "Us?" There was a hint of ridicule in his eyes. He said, "Who's' us' with you?
Seniority is order. You better speak properly. "
Mo Ran responded diligently. His eyes curved into crescents. He was obedient, sensible, and cute.
However, this person was thinking in his heart. Seniority?
Speak properly?
Haha. If Chu Wanning knew what happened in his past life, he should know that in the end, only he, Mo Weiyu, was respected in this world.
No matter how noble, arrogant, and insufferably arrogant Chu Wanning was, in the end, he was still a piece of mud under his boots. He had to rely on his charity in order to survive.
Mo Ran quickly caught up with his Shizun's footsteps. There was still a bright smile on his face.
If Shi Mei was the white moonlight in his heart, then Chu Wanning was the broken fishbone stuck in his throat. He had to pull this fishbone out and crush it, or swallow it and let it be corroded by gastric juices.
In short, in this rebirth, he could let go of anyone.
But he definitely would not let go of Chu Wanning.
However, Chu Wanning did not seem to want to let him go so easily.
Mo Ran stood in front of the Red Lotus Land's library. Looking at the fifty rows of ten high bookshelves, he thought that he had misheard.
"Shizun, what β¦ did you say?"
Chu Wanning said indifferently, "Wipe all the books here."
"β¦"
"Register them after wiping them."
"β¦"
"I'll check them tomorrow morning."
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What!!!
Was he going to stay in the Red Lotus Land tonight??
But he had made an appointment with Shi Mei. He would let Shi Mei change his dressing tonight!!!
He opened his mouth, wanting to bargain, but Chu Wanning could not be bothered with him. He waved his wide sleeves, turned around, and went to the machine room. He even coldly closed the door of the machine room.
Mo Ran, whose date was ruined, fell into a deep disgust for Chu Wanning. He wanted to burn all of Chu Wanning's books!!
No!
His mind turned and he thought of an even worse idea β¦