Chapter 126: Master, Wait for Me One More Chapter

Elder Yu Heng's departure from the sect was a cause for celebration. But Xue Zhengyong knew that Chu Wanning was not a big fan of celebrations, and that he was not a big talker, so he had arranged for everything to be said and done in advance. Chu Wanning was afraid that the dinner might be a bit awkward, but he found that his fears were completely unwarranted.

Although Xue Zhengyong was a big, burly man, he had a delicate mind and managed the scene very well. In front of all the elders and disciples, he said a few heartfelt words, but they were not too many and did not seem melodramatic, rather they were very moving. Only Elder Lu Cun, who was rather insensitive, shouted with a smile.

" Yu Heng, today is a happy day, why are you still cold-faced?

Xue Zhengyong stopped him, "Lu Cun, I've said everything Yu Heng wants to say for him, so why do you have to drag him into some nonsense?"

"That's not the same, more or less, you have to say something."

"But he."

"No harm done." Xue Zhengyong was about to say something else, but was interrupted by a clear, cold, low voice, "Since there are new disciples, I will say a few words." Chu Wanning said, rising from his seat as he glanced around Mengpo Court, where thousands of people were watching him.

But Mo Ran is not here yet.

Chu Wanning thought for a moment and said, " South Mountain red lotus water pavilion, many organs and armour, in order to prevent accidental injury, please do not trespass without any business, all new disciples."

A silence fell over the crowd.

Lu Cun couldn't resist saying, "It's over."

"Finished speaking."

Chu Wanning said, and with his eyes downcast, he brushed his sleeve and took his seat.

An even longer silence fell on the crowd.

Most of the new disciples were pondering, thinking, "Is this what a mortal would experience, coming back from the dead and living five years apart?" They should tell how they felt, or thank their saviour, or something like that.

But this man was reading out a dogma, he just dropped a sentence and that was it.

And the slightly older disciples couldn't help but laugh softly, several whispering to their companions next to them, "It's Elder Yu Heng, no change."

"Still talking so little."

"Pfft, yeah, bad-tempered, quick-tempered, not good at anything except her face." Someone teased Chu Wanning, who was too far away to be heard by the crowd anyway. The crowd laughed at each other and looked at the man sitting next to Xue Zhengyong, dressed in white like snow.

The feast was a lively affair, with spicy and fragrant Sichuan dishes, many delicate pastries and a deftly plated selection of sweet Jiangnan dishes.

Xue Zhengyong opened another hundred or so jars of the finest Pear Blossom White and distributed them to each table. The amber-coloured liquor was poured generously all over the table while Chu Wanning was eating his fourth Lion's Head with Crabmeat when a large, deep-mouthed sea bowl was placed under his nose with a clang.

" Yu Heng Have a drink"

"Here's a bowl."

"Xue Zhengyong's deep eyebrows were tinted with joy, "I'm the first person to be impressed with your drinking ability. "

Chu Wanning then smiled as he lifted the large bowl and clinked it with Xue Zhengyong.

"Since your Holiness says so, this first bowl, I will drink."

He drank it all and turned the bowl out to Xue Zhengyong. Xue Zhengyong was overjoyed, but his eyes were a little red again: "Good, good. Five years ago, you asked me for a jar of the finest Pear Blossom White in the cellar, and I refused to give it to you. "No more talk about it. If you like it in the future, you can have the whole wine cellar and I'll let you drink the good wine for the rest of your life."

Chu Wanning laughed, "Good, earned it."

While we were talking, Xue Meng and a man were rustling in the corner, and suddenly Xue Meng dragged him over and they both bowed in front of Chu Wanning.

"Master" Xue Meng tilted his head, a youthful face warely.

"Master." That person also looked up, like a lotus flower emerging from the water, a light cloud emerging from the mountain, if not Shi Mei, who else?

Shi Mei said with shame, "I was at the medical clinic in Wuchang Town today and could not get away.

"No harm done."

Chu Wanning dropped his eyes and examined Shi Mei for a moment, his face light but with a sudden loss in his heart that surprised him.

This favourite of Mo Ran's has turned out to be a bit too flamboyant.

If Shi Mei was a beauty five years ago, he is now a blossoming bouquet of blossoms in the middle of a long night, the green calyx no longer able to hide the luminous whiteness inside, the fragrance peeking out, overshadowing everything around him. He has a pair of longing peach blossom eyes, the water in them so soft and delicate that they cannot be held. The curve of his nose is extremely soft, too harsh if you increase it by one point, too weak if you decrease it by one point, and his lips are red and full, like cherries soaked in dew, and the words he spits out are sweet and soft.

"Master, my apprentice misses you very much."

He rarely expresses his emotions in such a blatant way, so Chu Wanning was at a loss for words.

Shi Mei's eyes were red with emotion, which made Chu Wanning feel a little ashamed.

Why should he be jealous of Shi Mingjing when he is so many years older than his juniors and in a position of honor?

With this in mind, Chu Wanning nodded and said blandly, "All rise."

Having received permission, both disciples stood up.

Chu Wanning had calmed down, but when he glanced at Shi Mei, he suddenly froze.

""

Shi Mei is taller than Xue Meng.

The comparison made Chu Wanning choke a little, cough twice, and then look twice.

It's more than a little bit higher.

But this makes Shi Mei's figure even better, with broad shoulders, a slender waist and long legs, soft but with a touch of steel, indescribably delicate and elegant. His hair is twitchy, and he doesn't look like a teenager.

Chu Wanning's face sinks again.

He felt he had lost a bit.

But it's just that.

Anyway, he didn't say anything about his feelings for Mo Ran until he died, and he was unlikely to do so in the future. As for Mo Ran, that guy chased him up and down the mountain without even seeing that he liked him, and it was even more unlikely that he would ever see it again.

It is not uncommon for the two of them to just be master and disciple for the rest of their lives, with a strong bond of love.

For the rest, if you can't force it, just forget it.

Xue Meng suddenly blushed and poked Shi Mei with her elbow, giving her a wink.

Shi Mei, helpless, whispered, "Do you really want me to go?"

"Yes, it's more appropriate for you to go."

"But you've been the young master of all this for five years."

"It's only awkward because I prepared it all, you go, not to mention some of the others you didn't bring back today"

"Fine." Shi Mei sighed, unable to resist Xue Meng, and had to take a large sourwood casket from Xue Meng's hand, which was behind his back, and held it in both hands as he walked over to Chu Wanning, who was sitting down again to eat lion's head with crabmeat.

"Master, young master and I have prepared some gifts in the past five years, all of which are small tokens of appreciation, please accept them."

As he listened, Xue Meng's face grew red and hot, and to conceal his panic, he clasped his arms to his chest and turned his head in a leisurely manner, pretending to be suddenly interested in the carved beams of Mengpo Court.

It would be rude to open a gift from someone else in person, but Chu Wanning, as the master of both of them, was not willing to accept something too expensive, so after thinking about it, he asked, "What is it"

"It's just a few trinkets I bought from around the world." Shi Mei was so smart that she didn't understand Chu Wanning's intentions, so she said, "They're not worth much, so if you're not sure, just go back and open them."

But Chu Wanning said, "There is no difference between going back and now.

"No, no, no, don't open it." Xue Meng froze for a moment and rushed over to grab it.

Chu Wanning, however, had already opened the box and gave him a faint look at the end.

"Running so fast, you're not afraid of falling."

Xue Meng :""

It was stuffed to the brim with small, interesting objects, including intricately embroidered hair ribbons, a unique hair-band buckle, a jade belt hook, and Chu Wanning picked up a bottle of calming elixir, the crest of the Cold Scaled Hand glowing in the candlelight.

This box is worth a fortune.

Chu Wanning didn't know what to say, so he raised his eyes and glared at Xue Meng. Xue Meng's face turned even redder.

Xue Zhengyong looked on with amusement and said, "Since Xue Meng has a heart, Yu Heng, you can accept it. All the other elders have prepared gifts for you anyway, and they are all worth a lot of money, so it's okay to have one more."

Chu Wanning said, "Xue Meng is my disciple."

The implication is that he is reluctant to take on so many things from his apprentice.

"But these are all the things I have seen fit for Master in the past five years" Xue Meng was anxious when she heard him say this, "I used all the silver I earned, I didn't spend half of my father's money, Master, if you don't take them, I I"

"He'll have a hard time, he won't be able to sleep." Xue Zhengyong said for her son, "He might even go on a hunger strike."

Chu Wanning :""

He didn't really know how to talk to the father and son, so he looked down at the box again and suddenly saw another, smaller wooden box lying in the pile.

"This is," he said, taking it out and opening it to see four clay dolls lying inside.

When he saw Chu Wanning looking at him, he hastily lowered his head. He was so handsome, but he looked like a young boy.

Chu Wanning asks, "What is this?"

Xue Zhengyong was also curious: "Take it out and look at it."

"No," Xue Meng muttered feebly, holding her forehead. But his own father had already happily set out all four little clay figures. The four clay figures were so crooked and ugly that apart from the fact that one was taller and three were shorter, there was hardly any difference between them. This is the handiwork of Xue Meng.

Xue Meng wanted to learn mechatronics from Chu Wanning, but after a day of learning, Chu Wanning made him take up swordsmanship instead, for no other reason than the fact that the boy had spent the afternoon at the red lotus water salon doing nothing but almost demolishing the mechatronics room with a file.

It was hard for him to make a clay figure with such a "delicate heart".

Xue Zhengyong grabbed one of the clay figures, looked at it upside down, didn't understand it and asked his son, "What is this you've made?"

Xue Meng said stubbornly, "I'm just doing it for fun, nothing."

"This black lacquered clay figure is really unattractive, it's the taller one that's prettier, painted white." Xue Zhengyong muttered, stroking his thumb over the little man's head.

Xue Meng said, "Don't touch it."

But it was too late, and the little man spoke.

"Uncle, don't touch it."

Xue Zhengyong :""

Chu Wanning :""

Xue Meng slapped herself in the face, her arm shielding her eyes, not even willing to look.

It took Xue Zhengyong half a day to react and he laughed out loud, "Ouch, Xue Meng, this is your Mo Ran... this is too ugly hahahahahaha."

Xue Meng said angrily, "That's because he's already ugly, look how good I made the Master" he said, pointing with a red face at the little white painted clay figure.

The little white-painted clay figure was swept to the head by his fingertips and let out a cold snort, saying, "Do not be reckless."

Chu Wanning :""

"Hahahahahahahahaha" Xue Zhengyong laughed so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes, "This is good, this is good, you also put some Ling Yin wadding in it, right? This little thing is talking like Yu Heng, it really sounds like him, hahahahahaha"

Chu Wanning brushed his sleeve and said, "Nonsense."

But still, he took all four little clay figures back gently, put them back in the box and set them beside himself. There was no expression on his face during this process, he looked indifferent and calm, but when he raised his eyes again, there was some unfading tenderness in them.

"I'll take this one, take the rest back, you'll need these things too, Master doesn't lack them."

"But."

" young master, master told you to take it back, so you can take it back." Shi Mei laughed and whispered to him, lowering her voice and saying, "Isn't this the box of little clay figures that young master wants to give away the most anyway"

Xue Meng's head was literally smoking, and he shot Shi Mei an exasperated look, kicked his feet and bit his lip to keep quiet.

Xue Meng is a man who has been held in high esteem since he was a child, and has never had anything he could not say or do, so his way of expressing his likes and dislikes is often very passionate and blunt.

Chu Wanning therefore found him rare, a frankness he had never had himself, one of Xue Meng's most rare and valuable qualities, which he envied somewhat. Unlike himself, he has never been an honest person, missing his wife in his heart but saying that he doesn't care about her.

When he returned from rebirth, he was a little better, but that was it, he wouldn't change much. He felt that he would probably spend the rest of his life trying to change, but he would not be able to change much. If he changed too much, he probably wouldn't be him anymore.

When the feast was almost over, Mo Ran still did not return.

Chu Wanning was bored to death, but he didn't say a word, although he really wanted to ask Xue Zhengyong how Mo Ran had written the letter today, and whether Xue Zhengyong could find out where Mo Ran had gone.

But he squeezed his wine jar, drank glass after glass, his knuckles pinched pale, the wine burned through his lungs, and did not burn his heart hot, hot enough to gather enough courage to turn his head and ask a question, when will he be back.