Chapter 135: The Master Steals from the Teacher

Yuliang Village is a very small village and the people living in it are a bit old, not many are young, so every year during the farming season, Your Mightiness from the Top of the Dead is called in to give a hand.

But Xue Zhengyong and his elder brother, who had started with nothing, had grown up with a hard life, and were said to have grown up eating the food of a hundred families, so he could not refuse the old tenant farmer's requests, but took them very seriously and sent his disciples to fulfil them.

The village is not far from the top of the Dead, but close enough that it is too much trouble to walk there, and too much effort to take a carriage.

So Xue Zhengyong prepared two good horses for them and Chu Wanning went down to the gate and saw Mo Ran standing under a tall maple tree.

Mo Ran was holding a black horse on a rope, while another white horse was rubbing his cheek affectionately, he was teasing them with a handful of clover flowers, when he looked back at the sound of footsteps, just as some red leaves were falling, and Mo Ran smiled up at them.

"Master."

Chu Wanning's steps slowed down, stopping at the end on the last few steps.

The sunlight filtered through the lush branches and leaves, soaking the mossy stone steps, and he looked at the man not far away, perhaps because he had farm work to do, Mo Ran was not wearing his disciple's uniform from the top of death and life today, nor the white robe he had worn on his return.

He is dressed in black cloth with wrist guards, a simple formality, but with a long waist and broad shoulders, he appears to be in excellent shape, especially at the bosom, where the collar is low and the firm, taut pectoral muscles can be seen, the honey-coloured skin rising and falling with each breath.

If Xue Meng's shiny and armored outfit is called a bright flirt, a peacock, Mo Ran's look is a sultry flirt, an innocent flirt, a reckless and innocent flirt.

"" Chu Wanning looked back and forth at him a few times and spoke, " Mo Ran ."

"Well Master how is it," the sturdy man asked with a smile.

Chu Wanning's expressionless face: "Are you cold with the collar open like this?"

He put the alfalfa back into the hay basket, clapped his hands together, and ran up the stone steps in a couple of steps, standing tall and handsome in front of Chu Wanning.

"Not cold, it's been a busy morning and I'm actually quite hot." He smiled heartily, with Chu Wanning's hand pressed against his heaving chest, "Look, Master, isn't it"

So hot.

The warmth of the young man's chest was so hot, with the sound of his heart beating as his blood surged, and those bright, starry eyes, that Chu Wanning felt a numbness in his back and flung his hand away in a panic, his face sinking.

"Like what's the word."

"Mo Ran was mistaken, he now thought Chu Wanning didn't like men, after all, his previous life and his own entanglement were due to his own unreasonable coercion, he didn't think Chu Wanning would have any interest in him, so he just took his master's displeasure as a sign that he couldn't stand some sweaty heat in himself.

Mo Ran blushed a little at the thought of Chu Wanning being so clean and uncomfortable with people, scratching his head and saying, "I was reckless."

If he had looked closely, he would have seen that the depths of Chu Wanning's handsome neck were crimson, and that a shimmer of affection lay beneath the high, drooping lashes.

But if he hadn't noticed the first moment, Chu Wanning wouldn't have given him the chance to do so. His white shoes tread on the slippery boulders as he walks straight towards the black horse, rolls over and mounts it in one fluid movement.

In the blinding sunlight, amidst the red leaves of the mountains, he was dressed in white, riding on a high-headed black horse, turning his face sideways to look down at his disciple standing on the ground, an ice-jade-like face looking untamed, still the same sharp Yu Heng elders, too handsome to be seen.

"I'm off, so hurry up and follow."

With that said, his long legs clamped down on the belly of the horse and he rode off on a red horse.

Mo Ran stood still for a moment, then picked up the half-fed bamboo basket of alfalfa flowers, tied it behind the saddle of the white horse, and also rolled onto the horse, crying and laughing: "That black horse is my horse, how can you ride it indiscriminately, Master?"

Within half an hour, the two of them had arrived at Yuliang Village.

Outside the village, dozens of acres of rice fields are rolling with golden ears, and in the fields there are about thirty farmers, young and old, all working, hunched over with their trouser legs pulled up and their scythes swung, their faces dripping with beads of sweat.

Mo Ran immediately went to the village headman and handed him the letter, then without saying a word, he changed his sack shoes and headed for the fields. He was strong, energetic and a monk, so it was no problem for him to cut the wheat. After a little more than half a day's work, he had already cut two large monopolies of rice.

The golden ears of rice are piled up at the edge of the paddy fields, and the sun makes the grain smell fresh. The hills and plains are filled with the sound of farmers' scythes rustling as they plough, and the sound of big girls sitting on the monopoles, busy gathering the ears and singing farm songs at a leisurely pace.

"The sun goes down and the red flowers shine, the four hills are red, the red flowers are against the peonies, singing a love song, a red fan, asking the lover, the hydrangea is round. I'm pulling my husband's belt, when will he come? I have to chop wood tomorrow, so I will not come to my sister's house until the day after tomorrow."

This soft ditty, shyly sung, comes out of the mouth of a peasant girl unintentionally, swinging between heaven and earth and falling on the heart of the listener.

"I don't have time today. I have to chop wood tomorrow, so I won't come to my sister's house until the day after tomorrow."

Chu Wanning did not go down to the ground, and leaned against a tree with a jar of hot water to drink, listening to the song, his eyes following the black, industrious figure in the distance, his mind rising and falling, the water dripping down his throat and seemingly not going to his stomach, but instead gurgling into his chest with a rush of heat.

"Rambunctious." When the water was finished, he commented coldly on the four words. Go and return the porcelain jar to the village chief.

The village headman looked at him with some hesitation.

Chu Wanning was getting a little cranky and asked, "What's wrong?"

" Your Mightiness doesn't go down to the ground," the old village elder was a straightforward man, and since he asked, he answered with a trembling voice, his white beard shaking and his white eyebrows furrowed in one place, " Your Mightiness is here to supervise the work."

""

Chu Wanning felt so awkward for the first time.

Down to the ground

Xue Zhengyong didn't tell him to just watch Mo Ran and do his best, he really wanted him to go down there.

He won't.

The old village headman looked at him lustfully, and the young children and old women beside him also looked up at the sound of his voice, glancing at the well-dressed man.

A child with a bun asked, "Grandma, how does this Taoist brother get down to the ground when he's dressed in such white?"

"He has such wide sleeves," murmured another child.

"The shoes are also clean."

Chu Wanning was so embarrassed by the comment he made that he felt uncomfortable. The slippery mud immediately wrapped around his feet and the cold water reached his ankles. Chu Wanning tried to take two steps, but the slippery feeling made him frown.

"Pfft, this Taoist brother is so stupid." Two little children, with their cheeks in their hands, saw him move under the mulberry tree and laughed at him cheekily in this way.

Chu Wanning :""

With his face mostly blackened and no longer willing to get too close to these people, Chu Wanning struggled to maintain a subdued gait in the mud puddle, sliding his handsome features and striding towards the figure in the distance, cutting the rice with fervour.

He's going to get a sneak peek at how Mo Ran is doing.

If three men walk, he will steal a lesson.

Mo Ran is obviously much more skilled than Chu Wanning at tenant farming, and as he bends over in the hot sun, his hand drops the knife and the golden ears of rice are set aside and fall softly into his broad arms. He held the rice he had collected in one hand and then dropped it into the bamboo basket behind him.

He did this with care, not seeing Chu Wanning coming, but honestly and diligently, his warm lashes dangling, his high nose a blur of shadow, beads of sweat trickling down his cheeks, an almost feral air about him, hot and wild, dull and passionate. In the sunlight, his skin was like burnished iron, choked with a surprising starburst, as if it were still hissing with the dense heat of the forge, so bright, so brilliant.

Chu Wanning admired it from afar for a moment, then suddenly realised what he was doing and immediately shook his head with a frown, muttered something and continued on his way with a stern face.

He's going to steal a lesson

He wanted to see how Mo Ran's hands held the scythe, how the curvature of the fall should be tilted, why the rice was hard as wire in his hands but in Mo Ran's palms it became a soft, boneless bundle of girls that willingly rose and fell into his arms.

Chu Wanning was so focused that he didn't notice a frog jumping up with a croak under his feet and pouncing on the ridge.

Chu Wanning was taken aback and hastened to withdraw his feet, but the paddy was too slippery and he was not paying attention, so the elder Yu Heng fell forward with a majestic frog!

"Brush."

With his face buried in the mud, Chu Wanning didn't even think about casting a spell and subconsciously pulled the busy figure in front of him.

The girl's voice grows charming: "When will I pull my husband's belt?"

By coincidence, Chu Wanning yanked on Mo Ran's sash and stumbled forward a few steps before falling into a hot, masculine smelling broad chest with a pair of firm arms around him.

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