Chapter 125: The Master Does Not Need to Find a Daoist Couple

The handwriting on the list is very neat and straight, and it reads.

First: Nangong Si

Status: Confucianism School young master

Second: Xue Meng

Identity: young master at the top of death and life

Xue Meng :""

He closed the book with a snap, the muscles in his face trembling, as if the slightest relaxation would prevent him from shutting out the beast in his heart and burning the book.

"Yes." Xue Meng grimaced, slapping the terrified stall owner with the booklet, spitting out each word with a crunch through his teeth.

"Wrap this book up separately for me, and I'll take it back to myself to examine it in detail."

Shoving the list of unknowns roughly into his lapel, Xue Meng staggered back up the hill, carrying a pile of scrolls that the stallholder had picked out for him.

He was furious.

It's almost exasperating.

Second in the list of arrogant sons of the family

If he found out, he would have to take that person out and punch him on the ground to relieve his anger.

When he returned to the red lotus, Xue Meng's mood was more normal, and he didn't burn out at the first sign of anger. Although he was still agitated, his mind was still clear and not confused because he had been angry for a while.

At this moment there were two high-ranking disciples standing guard outside the water pavilion, while the others were not let in at all, so that the elders could rest.

But Xue Meng is a young master, so who dares to stop him?

So Xue Meng went in smoothly.

The windows in the main hall of the water pavilion were half open, giving off a soft, honey-like light. Xue Meng did not know whether his master was awake or not, so he took a lighter step and pushed his way in with his book in hand.

It was so quiet around him that he could hear his heart beating like a bird leaping on a branch.

He left the I don't know what list behind him for the moment and stared at the bed with a bright gaze.

""

There is a long silence, and Xue Meng is frozen.

"Hey."

Why is there no one in the bed?

He was about to move forward for a closer look when suddenly a cold hand rested on his shoulder.

A cold, damp voice sounded behind me: "What is your intention in trespassing on the red lotus watering hole?"

"" Xue Meng clicked his head stiffly and was confronted by a pale face, the light was dim and before he could see it, he screamed "wow" in fear and raised his arm towards the other man

He then kicked Xue Meng in the abdomen and brought him to his knees, scattering the books in his arms all over the floor.

Xue Meng was only suddenly shocked, but when the man kicked her to her knees, it was a shock!

He's not the same as he used to be. Five years of hard training and Nangong Si was no match for him, but this man, whose face he didn't even see, was able to take him down in just two moves.

There was a buzzing in my head and blood rushed up into my skull.

At that moment, however, I heard the man speak extremely coldly, "I have been in seclusion for five years, and nowadays it is anyone who dares to barge into the place where I live. Whose disciple are you, and what about your master who didn't teach you the rules?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Xue Meng leaned in and hugged him tightly.

"Master Master Master"

Chu Wanning :""

Xue Meng lifted his head, originally trying to hold back, but he couldn't and tears flowed down his face, he couldn't stop himself from choking, "Master, it's me.

Chu Wanning had just woken up and had gone out for a shower, so his hands were still cool and vapour-laden. The light was dim, but there was enough silence to make it clear.

Kneeling in front of himself was a young man of about twenty.

His skin is very fair, which makes his eyebrows dark and deep, and the distance between his eyes and the arch of his eyebrows is slightly closer than normal, so that he appears to have a deep face and affectionate eyebrows. As for his lips, they were full and firm, with a nice shape. Such a face, even when he was angry, had a slightly pampered look to it.

Xue Meng's eyes are like spirits, always brimming with a spicy, passionate, unbridled light that is very compelling.

With these two pools of wine, no one would be mistaken for them, even if they were served in an icy white and soft jade jug.

After all, five years have passed since the death of Chu Wanning when Xue Meng was sixteen, and he is now twenty-one.

At sixteen or seventeen, men change the most, from one year to the next, from one body to the next, and Chu Wanning missed five years, so he didn't recognise him for a moment when they suddenly met.

" Xue Meng ."

After a long moment, Chu Wanning stared at him and called out slowly.

Like shouting at him, but also like telling himself.

This is Xue Meng, who is no longer the boy he remembers, he has grown up, his shoulders are broad and he is taller.

Chu Wanning pulls him up without moving.

"What are you doing on your knees, get up."

""

The difference in height is not much more than my own.

The years pass very quickly when you are young, and in just a few strokes you can turn a child into a mature person. When Chu Wanning first woke up, the first person he saw was Xue Zhengyong, and he did not feel how long five years had passed.

"Master, the Lingshan Mountain Conference, I," Xue Meng, who had managed to calm down a little, pulled Chu Wanning into a conversation, "I won first place."

Chu Wanning looked at him for a moment, then had a little smile on his lips, "As it should be."

Xue Meng blushed and said, "I, I played with Nangong Si, he, he had a Shenwu, I didn't, I," and then, feeling embarrassed that he was taking credit, he looked down and rubbed the corners of his shirt.

"I have not disgraced my master."

Chu Wanning smiled lightly, nodded, and suddenly said, "I guess I've suffered a lot."

"Not bitter," Xue Meng said after a pause, "sweet."

Chu Wanning reached out to touch his head as he had done then, but thinking that Xue Meng was no longer a child, it would be inappropriate to do so, so he turned away and patted him on the shoulder.

The books were scattered all over the floor, and the master and disciple picked them up one by one and put them on the table.

"I've bought so many," says Chu Wanning, "I'll see how long it takes."

"Not much, not much, the master read it all in one night."

""

Even after all this time, Xue Meng's admiration remains undiminished. It was Chu Wanning who was a little speechless. He did not know what to say, so he lit a candle and flipped through a few books.

" Jiangdong Court changes hands "

"It's changed, the new headmaster is a woman and is said to have a particularly bad temper."

Chu Wanning went on to read another page, the one he was reading was about the history of Jiangdong Court, it was a huge page, Chu Wanning was very focused on it, he was looking at the "life of the new head of Jiangdong Court", suddenly he asked, as if casually. "How has Mo Ran been over the years?"

He asked with restraint and shallowness.

So Xue Meng didn't feel too abrupt and said truthfully, "It's not bad."

Chu Wanning lifted his eyes: "What does not bad mean?"

Xue Meng weighed his words and said, "It's just like a person."

"He didn't look like a human being before."

Before Xue Meng could say anything, Chu Wanning nodded again.

"It does seem impersonal. You go on."

"" What Xue Meng does best is to tell long and exciting stories about herself and short and simple stories about others, especially Mo Ran.

"He's been running around a lot over the years, he knows a bit more." Xue Meng said, "There's not much else."

"He didn't go to the Lingshan Mountain Conference."

"No, he was practising in Snow Valley at the time."

Chu Wanning then did not ask any more questions.

They chatted about other things, and Xue Meng, fearing that he might tire himself out, pressed on and left, although he had a million things to say.

After he had left, Chu Wanning lay in bed with his clothes on.

He remembered everything that had happened in the ghost world, so he wasn't surprised by Mo Ran's transformation. It's just that he doesn't know what Mo Ran looks like now, as Xue Meng has grown so much that he can barely recognise her.

He still remembered Xue Zhengyong telling him on his way out today, "Yu Heng, tomorrow we will have a banquet at Mengpo Court to celebrate your release. You can't let him come all the way back here without a meal or a drink.

So Chu Wanning didn't say no. He wasn't a big fan, but Mo Ran had never been his weakness.

Xue Zhengyong said that many villages at the foot of the Whitehead Mountains were destroyed when Butterfly Town was last ripped apart, and that those who survived were injured and maimed. The whole snowy plain is like a hell on earth.

Mo Ran is there all these days helping to rebuild the village.

After reading for a while by candlelight, he could not resist getting up, waving his sleeve and inviting a sound-transmitting begonia, and after some thought, he said, "Your Holiness, please write another letter to Mo Ran, telling him not to hurry, and that it would be best if he could return in time. The weather is getting cooler, and every year the winter in the White Head Mountains is unbearably cold, so tell him to settle the village well and not to deal with it rashly."

After leaving the begonia behind, Chu Wanning sighed and went back to bed, picking up his half-read Chronicles of Xianxia and continuing to read.

His eyesight was not as impressive as Xue Meng's, who said he could read all these volumes in one night, but he could read a few volumes of history with ease.

It is late at night, and the candelabra is flowing into pools of light. Chu Wanning hides his eyes and closes them, his brow furrowed slightly.

He had already read through the events of the Xianxia realm in general over the past five years. At first, the booklet was uneventful, but when it reached the point where Butterfly Town was once again ripped apart, there were numerous descriptions of Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning was originally lying on his side, with one hand on his cheek and the other lazily turning the pages of his book. When he reached this point, he sat up and took a closer look at the volume.

"When the next ten thousand people crossed the border to the east, they met the superior cultivator who built a wall to keep them from entering. When the sky was cloudy for several days, evil spirits were everywhere. Thousands of people died in front of the wall and blood was spilled. In the ninth month, the food route was cut off and the people could not eat for seventeen days, all killing each other in the dark.

This is the story of Lower Fairy World, where many people flee to Upper Fairy World to escape from the ghosts and spirits, only to be turned away and left with nothing to eat.

Chu Wanning is not happy to read about the bloodshed in the sky, but now it is just a few words on a piece of paper.

"At the top of death and life with young Duke Meng and Duke Burn as the head of the Immortals, the sword came out of the Middle Shu Area. Xue Meng's fame has grown. Mo Ran was the only one to fill in the gaps in the sky and eliminate the demons in the hell, and his art of boundary formation, which was mastered by Chu Wanning, was so good that the world was shocked.

Chu Wanning was a little surprised, even though he knew that the rift in the sky depicted here was not as severe as it was back then, and his eyes widened slightly: "He managed to mend the rift with his own strength"

Further down the page, one reads about Mo Ran's involvement with the world and his efforts to suppress evil spirits.

"When Mo Ran heard of the incident, he encountered a Yellow River demon and fought for three days, killing its head and burning it. However, his son was badly injured and his ribs were pierced through his belly. Fortunately, he met Jiang Xi, the master of Lonely Moonlit "

Chu Wanning's fingertips are cold.

The Duke was badly wounded, through the belly and through the ribs.

Whose belly, whose ribs Mo Ran's

He obviously never read the words wrong, but at this point he didn't want to believe it, and read it over four or five more times, and for the sixth time he put his finger on it and read it over word by word.

Mo Ran travels to war for three days after hearing about it

Chu Wanning sees a black-clad figure in front of his eyes, his boots treading on the huge waves of the Yellow River, carrying in one hand the glittering willow vine in the other.

The drought was cut off and burned, and the trouble was over. However, the prince was badly injured.

His hand clenched on the paper, his bony knuckles squeezing into a jade colour.

He saw Mo Ran pull the willow vine out of the waves, and the fiery demon roared and sliced off the head of the drought, splashing blood in a flash, just as the drought's claws slammed into Mo Ran's ribs.

The beast staggered without its head and eventually crashed to the ground, its huge body cutting off the Yellow River. Mo Ran also fell to the river's edge, unable to stand any longer, his clothes instantly soaked in blood

Chu Wanning slowly closes his eyes.

For a long, long time, it did not open. Just rustling eyelashes, slightly moist.

The subsequent volumes, without exception, refer to Mo Ran as the 'Master of Ink'.

When Chu Wanning saw these three words, he just felt indescribably strange and unfamiliar.

He could not associate the smiling, lazy boy he remembered with the name "Master Mo". He had missed so much about Mo Ran that he suddenly wondered if he would still be able to recognise his disciple if he returned tomorrow.

The disciple with the extra scars became the disciple of the Patriarch Mo.

As I thought this, a vague uneasiness arose in my heart.

He wanted to see Mo Ran, but was not very brave to do so.

It was only in the latter part of the night that Chu Wanning drifted off to sleep.

Even though he had died once, he still did not know how to take care of himself, lying in a pile of volumes without a blanket. He was a little weak and had not yet recovered all his energy.

Chu Wanning pushes open the window and looks out at the sinking twilight, lapsing into a long silence.

""

The red haze reflects on the lake and a wild crane flies idly across the sky as the tired birds return to their nests.

It's 5 o'clock

He stayed in bed for a day and a night

Chu Wanning, grimacing, rested his hand on the window pane and snapped, nearly crushing the wooden bar.

It's unbelievable that the feast set up by His Holiness for him will soon begin, yet he is still sleepy-eyed, unkempt and with his hair in disarray.

He was secretly anxious.

"Yu Heng" is the first time that Xue Zhengyong comes up the hill. He pushes his way into the house and sees Chu Wanning sitting on a couch with an inscrutable face and freezes.

"Why aren't you up yet?"

"Up." Chu Wanning said, and if it weren't for the strands of hair sticking up at the corners of his forehead, he would have looked very dignified, "What is it about your Holiness that requires you to come in person?"

"It's fine, I haven't seen you down here all day and I was a bit worried." Xue Zhengyong rubbed his hands together, "Get up, freshen up, and go to Mengpo Court for dinner later. When Master Huai Zui left, he said that it would be twelve hours before you could eat. I have had many of your favourite dishes prepared. What kind of crabmeat and lion's head, or osmanthus and sugar roots, come on, let's go together."

"Thank you for your trouble." As soon as Chu Wanning heard about the crabmeat lion's head and the osmanthus sweet root, he didn't bother to take care of it, and was ready to casually change his clothes and follow Xue Zhengyong down.

After all, crab meat and lion's head should be eaten while it's hot, it's tasteless when it's cold.

"I should, I should." Xue Zhengyong watched him get off the couch and put on his shoes, rubbed his hands for a while longer, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh yes, there is one more thing."

Chu Wanning, who was already not good at managing life, had slept for five years and was even slower to put on his left and right shoes and socks backwards.

He concentrated on putting on his socks and therefore did not look up and said faintly, "What"

Xue Zhengyong laughed and said, "Mo Ran sent an urgent letter this morning, saying he would be back tonight. He also brought you a congratulatory gift, the older the boy gets, the more understanding he becomes.

"It's nothing, it's from yesterday."

Chu Wanning said, "It's a bit dirty, get a clean one."

"Then why didn't you just change it?"

"The party didn't remember."

Xue Zhengyong is very straightforward and does not think otherwise, but just looks around and laments, "Yu Heng, you're not too young, I think it's time for you to find a partner. When Master Huai Zui left, it was still neat and tidy, but when you woke up, you haven't even lived in it yet, it's just a piece of paper in the east and a robe in the west.

"Please ask your Holiness to go out."

"Hey."

Chu Wanning grimaced, not much better, "I'll change."

"Haha, well, out you go, but about that daoist couple"

Chu Wanning looked up, his eyes like a lake of ice, and glared at Xue Zhengyong, the insensitive one.

Xue Zhengyong finally got some sense and laughed dryly, "I'm just asking, Yu Heng, you wouldn't be able to get a normal one with this condition."

Chu Wanning drops his eyelids and looks as if he has blanked Xue Zhengyong.

Xue Zhengyong sighed and said helplessly, "Wrong? I know you're fussy."

Chu Wanning said lightly, "I just don't have the time to do it, so how can I be picky?"

"Since you don't want to be choosy, tell me what kind of person you'd like to see. I'm not trying to force myself, but I can at least help you keep an eye out."

Chu Wanning was too annoyed to bother with him and didn't bother to talk to him, so he casually said, "A living person. Woman. Your Holiness go and keep your eyes peeled, no see you off."

He pushed Xue Zhengyong towards the door. Xue Zhengyong was reluctant, and after a life and death experience, he was genuinely concerned about Chu Wanning's life.

When Chu Wanning died, Xue Zhengyong regretted it. He wanted Chu Wanning to have a child, just like his brother, so that he could at least have someone to look after and make amends.

But Chu Wanning had neither children nor brothers and was a loner.

Xue Zhengyong was very sad at that time, feeling sorry for herself and feeling even more sorry for Chu Wanning who was so lonely.

"It's not the same if you say it or not, Yu Heng, really, I mean it."

Xue Zhengyong was about to struggle when Chu Wanning pushed him out and closed the door with a bang.

Incidentally, a boundary was dropped to keep him out in its entirety.

Xue Zhengyong :""