Chapter 127: Be careful with the slippery ground, Master

Chu Wanning does not ask, and Xue Zhengyong does not mention.

The Lord of Death and Life was a little drunk, dizzy and unable to speak clearly.

He suddenly came closer, stared at Chu Wanning and said, "Yu Heng, you're not happy."

"No."

"You're angry."

"No." Chu Wanning said.

"Who has upset you?"

Chu Wanning :""

Ask?

Maybe Mo Ran didn't say he would definitely come back tonight, maybe he said he would try to come back tonight, and Xue Zhengyong just misspoke when he relayed it, or maybe Xue Zhengyong misremembered it.

Chu Wanning looks out of the door, the night is thick and dark.

The feast will be broken up and the table will be cold.

On his first day out, Mo Ran did not return in time.

All the disciples at the top of death and life were there, even those he couldn't name and hadn't even seen before, except for him.

Short of him, the feast is mutilated.

There are so many lion's heads with crabmeat, sweetened roots with cinnamon and white snow wine with pear blossoms, all of which cannot be filled.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes when he suddenly heard a clamour of disciples in the distance, near the main foyer of Mengpo Court.

"Oops look what's out there"

"What's that in the sky?"

More and more people gathered, and everyone in the room heard it, the crackling, bustling noise, the thunder of spring.

People come out of their houses and stand in front of Mengpo Court, looking up at the green grass, watching the fire and the stars breaking up into glittering glowing stars.

"The young disciples were all smiles, their youthful faces illuminated by the flickering firelight, their eyes reflecting the stars in the sky.

"It's so beautiful, I've never seen a firework that big, not even on New Year's Eve."

Chu Wanning also paced slowly out of the hall, not in the best of moods, even though Xue Zhengyong had prepared such a splendid fireworks display, and although he was grateful, he could not shake the dullness in his heart.

"Phew."

A clear whistle pierces the clouds and the moon.

He lifted his head faintly and a golden-red stream of light took in the long sky like a stray arrow.

So pretty.

If that person is also in

"Thump."

That little dazzling starburst exploded as it rose to the level of the Wu Hook, and millions of crystalline golden rays converged into streams, so that the Milky Way lost its colour and the Moon Palace was left without light.

The fireworks are like a tree of begonias blowing down like snow, like the sparkling waves of a thousand rivers. Chu Wanning slowly closes his eyes in the midst of the glittering bustle.

"Disciple Mo Ran, congratulations to the Master on his release."

Suddenly someone said this behind him, the words clear as a pin.

Chu Wanning shivered slightly, like a thorn in his back, like coals in his throat. His heart loses its speed, his blood runs wild, he can't breathe, and he looks back sharply.

Behind them stood several disciples who had just emerged from Mengpo Court, all looking in amazement at the vault of heaven, and one read this.

Gradually, the person who reads is no longer one.

All found it fresh, and the little disciples, men and women, standing alone, in groups of three or five, looked out into the glorious night and recited this sentence.

Disciple Mo Ran.

Congratulations to the Master on his release.

A voice as gentle as a tide, as murmuring in a dream, a sentence as resolute as a rock, as a mountain of a thousand pounds. Chu Wanning looked up sharply, and the night sky was filled with flowers and fires flowing and flickering with spiritual energy, forming this sentence in such a splendid and massive formation.

The fires of the flowers condensed into a great tide that could be seen from hundreds of miles away, and the colourful stars came to him from the long, dark night like a thousand mountains, from the past, and the joy and sorrow of the man, his thoughts and guilt, also came to him in the long, dark night.

He felt that he had suddenly become a driftwood in the sea, and the sea was the warm, blazing, determined eyes of Mo Ran when she suddenly embraced him in the netherworld, in front of the Hall of the Ghost King.

He had nowhere to run.

All around you are the murmurs of that person, the laughter of that person, the deep love of that person.

Chu Wanning doesn't want to worry about what kind of deep love it is, master and disciple or whatever.

Just having the love is enough.

Mo Ran still didn't make it and returned before the dinner broke up.

Even if we wear the stars and the moon, even if we don't stop hoofing, the road is still far from Guanshan.

Fortunately, he also had a message firework in his backpack, made by Elder Xuan Ji, for emergency use in case he was unwell.

The fireworks cost a thousand dollars and were extremely difficult to make, but Mo Ran didn't care, he just asked his mentor not to be angry.

Even if they are separated by thousands of mountains, even if they are drowned by the years.

He also wanted Chu Wanning to hear the words.

"Disciple Mo Ran, congratulations to the Master on his release."

Two hours later, the feast broke up. It was late in the evening when we returned to the red lotus watering hole.

Chu Wanning smelt of alcohol and felt uncomfortable, so he wanted to take a bath, but the day had turned cold and the lotus pool in the red lotus pond was so cold that he almost froze after taking a bath yesterday. After thinking about it, he went back to the house, grabbed a few changes of clothes and a wooden basin and headed for Miaoyin Pool.

The Miaoyin Pool is a shared bathhouse for the whole faction, and he only had a bath here in his first few months at the top of the Dead.

It was late and not many people would be bathing inside. Chu Wanning raises his hand and lifts the kudzu shower curtain to enter. The Miaoyin Pool has been remodelled in many ways, but remains unchanged. It is surrounded by high tiled walls, and when you enter the gate, you must first pass through a corridor with a floating veil, and at the end you will see six narrow wooden steps painted with tung oil.

All the people who go to the bath take off their shoes and socks before walking down the wooden steps, so you can see how many people are soaking in the pool just by looking around.

When Chu Wanning was taking off his shoes and socks, he noticed that there was only one pair of boots, which were quite large and a bit dirty, but they were neatly placed in the corner and not just thrown around because the venue was empty.

Chu Wanning wondered who was taking a shower so late at night.

But he didn't think much of it and, clutching his little wooden basin, he walked down the steps barefoot, brushed aside the last mantle that blocked the end of the walkway and descended into the courtyard.

The courtyard is filled with mist and clouds, and there is a huge hot spring pool that rises and falls on the terrain, creating a curtain of extremely wide waterfalls that rumble with a muffled sound. From the pool, the hazy hot air and dense white smoke stretches its soft waist and rises into the air, scattering into every corner and every crevice.

Because the fog is so heavy, everything is actually blurred here, and people have to be very close to each other to see each other's faces.

Chu Wanning The smooth rainforest path leads through the overlapping and overwhelmingly overlapping peach to the nearest entrance to the bath. There was a low shelf of chiselled lime stone, designed to hold a change of clothes. He rested the small wooden basin and his robe on it, then undressed and slowly stepped into the pool.

It's so warm.

He couldn't help but sigh softly in contentment.

If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to crowd the bathhouse and come in the middle of the night every day, he would have found the red lotus watering hole a bit cold and basic.

Xue Zhengyong was, after all, a man of great thought and consideration. He supervised the construction of the Miaoyin Pool, which is surrounded by flowers that bloom all year round and a waterfall at the end for rinsing off. If you get tired of soaking, you can lie down in a small wooden pavilion next to it and apply pressure to your meridian points with geothermal pebbles.

It's also so much more comfortable than the muddled bath at the red lotus watering hole that we rushed through yesterday.

Chu Wanning, having forgotten his thoughts, became a little happier and, seeing no one around, stretched out his long, slender body and swam straight to the waterfall.

"Wow."

He had just surfaced from the water, wiping his face, a light smile still on his lips, when he suddenly saw a man close by with his back to him, showering under a fierce waterfall, the sound of which was so loud that Chu Wanning was so close that he didn't hear the other man move.

I'm just afraid that if he had floated up a little later and continued swimming forward, he would have been able to touch the man's legs with the tips of his fingers.

Fortunately, he got up without touching them, but the proximity was still a little abrupt and rude. He stood almost immediately behind the man, who was tall, much taller than Chu Wanning, with a wild honey tan. His shoulders were broad and straight, his shoulder blades shrugging with the movement of his arms, like golden mountains that held the power to destroy.

His muscles are not exaggerated, but firm and well-proportioned, and the water rushes against his body, some of its threads converging in streams across the masculine expanse, others splashing around, others seemingly obsessed with this body, willingly turning into a thin layer of water that covers him, inseparable from him.

Chu Wanning, who was used to being cold, had never seen such hot flesh before, and her ears immediately turned red and she turned to leave.

But whether it was the slippery bottom of the pool or his unsteady footing, he stumbled and plunged into the water, making a big splash.

"Ahem."

This time, Chu Wanning's face turned red with embarrassment, and he choked on the water several times because he was panicking.

He is a Yu Heng elder, how could he

Suddenly a smooth, strong, firm hand held him up, pulling a frazzled, disgraced Chu Wanning up out of the swift current.

"Are you all right?"

The man grabbed his arm, his voice low and slow, the difference in their heights just allowing the man's breath to brush against Chu Wanning's ear as he spoke down, "The rocks here are slippery, be careful."

Chu Wanning's ears reddened, and he could almost feel the man's chest just behind him, a stone's throw away, heaving, heaving, heaving, heaving with such mercy that his life was spared, but rising with such sabre-rattling that it was almost against his back.

Chu Wanning was mortified and outraged, he had never had such contact with anyone before

Shaking off the man's hand, Chu Wanning's face was grim but his gaze was evasive: "I'm fine."

The waterfall was so loud that it washed out Chu Wanning's voice.

But for some reason, upon hearing him speak, the man suddenly shook, his whole body froze for a moment, and he raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't have the courage to do so

Hesitantly, Chu Wanning has moved a little further away, stepping in, or rather hiding under, a curtain of boiling, bustling water.