Chapter 138: The Master is Afraid to Tease Me to Death

Chu Wanning lifted his eyes, gave Mo Ran a nonchalant look, and said, "It's for you."

"Ah, who can find me at this time?" Mo Ran's eyes were only on Chu Wanning, and he had forgotten what he had said and done during the day with the people of the village.

"The one who sings during the day." Chu Wanning put it mildly, "Just the best looking girl in the village."

"Really? Why do I think all the girls in this village look alike?"

Chu Wanning didn't say anything when he said that before he said, "I haven't seen you for five years, when did you go blind?"

""

Chu Wanning's tone was flat, but when Mo Ran looked up, he saw a hint of laughter in his eyes, and seemed to have the time to joke with him. Mo Ran was flattered, and his mood brightened up.

The girl called Ling, holding a cloth bag with white flowers on a green background, shouted with all her might towards Mo Ran's room: "Mo Ran, ink!"

"I'm here." Suddenly a man's low voice sounded behind her, Ling turned around and saw Mo Ran lifting the curtain halfway up and smiling at her as he leaned against the door, "What can I do for you at this late hour, Miss"

Ling was first shocked, then delighted, and immediately greeted her: "Luckily, Your Mightiness is still awake. Take it and use it." She said, and handed him the cloth bag she was carrying in her arms.

Mo Ran opens it and inside are three small clay pots.

"This is"

"Herbal ointment." Ling said enthusiastically, smiling and pointing to his cheek, "In the field at lunchtime, you said you'd been bitten by a mosquito"

"Ah." Mo Ran then realised, and was a little embarrassed that he had been so naive as to believe the girl who had sent him the herbal ointment for the reason he had casually made up.

The villagers of Yuliang Village are a bit too simple

"But the bite shouldn't be too bad." Ling suddenly stood on tiptoe and examined Mo Ran's face intently, smiling even wider, "I can't see any mosquito lumps."

Mo Ran coughed dryly, "After all, they are immortal cultivators"

Ling then applauded and laughed, "You people are so interesting and fun to be around. If I had the talent, I'd like to be an immortal too, but unfortunately I'm not fortunate enough."

After a few more words, Mo Ran thanked her and took the herbal ointment back into the house. Chu Wanning had changed places and was sitting at the table, idly flicking through the books Mo Ran had left behind, when he heard the noise he looked up at him again.

"Herbal ointment." Mo Ran snapped.

Chu Wanning said, "You've really been bitten by a mosquito, come and see."

Mo Ran's face was the colour of honey in the light, a little darker, but the brow was more heroic, and Chu Wanning stared for a moment and asked, "Where's the bag?"

Mo Ran then scratched his head in embarrassment, "I have thick skin, it's long gone." He said, putting three jars of cool herbal ointment on Chu Wanning's table, "I don't need these either, keep them, Master, you're more prone to insect bites."

Chu Wanning was noncommittal and simply said, "Another gold sore and an herbal ointment, why don't I open a pharmacy if I go on?"

Mo Ran rubbed his chiselled nose and smiled, a subtle, simple smile. Chu Wanning looked at it, reached out and poked him in the forehead and said, "It's late, go to your room and sleep."

"Well, good dreams for the Master."

"Good dream."

That night, however, the people lying in the two old huts, ten steps away from each other in the small courtyard, were not the same as the ones wishing each other well; neither of them slept, both tossing and turning and having difficulty sleeping.

Naturally Chu Wanning needs no introduction, he feels his feet tingling to this day and can feel the fine calluses on Mo Ran's fingers, rubbing against him.

He tossed and turned, resting his head on the crook of his arm, and kept snapping at the seams of the bed, chanting in his mind: "Master is a god and an immortal, a noble man who does not eat the fires of the world.

Not to mention Shi Mei.

Yes, you should think more about Shi Mei Shi Mei

Suddenly it felt even more uncomfortable.

In fact, ever since he returned to the top of death and life and saw Shi Mei again, he had been feeling as if he didn't have much enthusiasm for her.

Liking Shi Mei and protecting her seems to have become a habit that requires no thought. And he does it all the time, but then what happens?

The Shi Mei of five years ago is still dear to her heart, but the handsome and beautiful man of five years later is a stranger to Mo Ran's heart.

The strangeness overwhelmed him, and suddenly he didn't know what was wrong with him and what to do.

The next day, Chu Wanning got up early.

As they walked outside, Mo Ran came out with the curtain raised and they met up.

Mo Ran said, "Good morning, Master."

"Morning." Chu Wanning gave him a look, "Didn't sleep well."

Mo Ran reluctantly smiled, "The bed is a bit uncomfortable, it's not a problem, I'll just rest for a while at lunchtime."

They went together to the fields, where the morning breeze was filled with the sweetness of the grass, and the fields were empty and silent, with the occasional sound of three or two frogs and the clear cry of autumn cicadas.

Chu Wanning yawned lazily and couldn't help but smile when the end of his eyes suddenly swept up something.

" Mo Ran ."

"Hmm."

A hand came up and brushed Mo Ran's sideburns as Chu Wanning twirled a piece of straw out of his hair and laughed lightly, "You don't get it on your head from rolling around in bed all the time, do you?"

Mo Ran was just about to argue when he suddenly saw a small section on the side of Chu Wanning's hair and couldn't help but laugh along, "Then the Master rolled with it too."

He also helped Chu Wanning to remove the golden stalk of grass.

As the sun rose in the east, the master and disciple looked at each other in the splendour of the golden walls that came overhead, still with one head slightly bowed and one face slightly tilted.

Only five years ago, it was Chu Wanning who was bowing his head and Mo Ran who was looking up, but now the clock has turned back and Mo Weiyu is no longer a young man. In the gentle morning sun, Mo Ran suddenly couldn't resist jumping into the field, opening his arms and smiling at the man on the monopoly, "Master, come down, I'll catch you."

"" Chu Wanning stared at the half-high field and said, "You're sick, aren't you?"

"Hahahaha."

He took off his shoes and socks and jumped lightly into the paddy field itself, the water rippling and stirring the soles of his feet with a slight chill. Chu Wanning waved his wide sleeves and majestically drew a large paddy field into his sphere: "These are all mine. Yesterday I did not cut as much rice as you did, so today I will make you admit defeat."

Mo Ran then lifted his outstretched arms and scratched his head, the corners of his mouth pulled up and a particularly nice smile rolled down the side of his cheeks.

"Okay, if I lose, I'll make lots and lots of lotus flower puff pastry and lots and lots of crabmeat lion's head for your master."

Chu Wanning said, "And lots and lots of cinnamon sugar roots."

"Mo Ran's eyes were brimming with water, translucent as stars, "And what if you lose?"

Chu Wanning looked at him coldly and sidelong: "What do you want?"

Mo Ran pursed her lips and thought for a long time before saying, "If Master loses, he will have to eat lots and lots of lotus flower puffs and lots and lots of crabmeat lion's head that I make."

There was a pause, and a gentler remainder of the sound fell on the breeze.

"And lots and lots of cinnamon sugar roots."

Win or lose, I want to treat you well in every way possible.

Chu Wanning was a man who would not give in to defeat. He had made a fool of himself yesterday, but today he could not let anyone look down on him. By midday, he had already cut more rice than Mo Ran.

He was a little proud of himself when he sat under the mulberry tree and ate. Although he did not say so and his face did not show it, his eyes were always looking up at the dam, at some of the rice he had beaten and built up high into a mountain of gold.

"Ling, go and get another bowl of rice for Your Mightiness."

As they sat in a group, the matron caught a glimpse of Mo Ran, who was eating fast, and in no time her bowl was at the bottom, so she said.

Mo Ran put the dishes down and smiled as if he was in a hurry, "No, I'm full, I have to go out to the village first.

Ling was surprised and then showed some uneasiness: " Your Mightiness, is this all you can eat but the food is not to your liking.

"No, no, it's to my taste." Mo Ran, who naturally could not see what was on the girl's mind, smiled brightly and waved his hand, striding off in the direction of the stables.

Chu Wanning asked him, "Where are you going?"

Mo Ran smiled halfway down her face, "Going to do some shopping, will be back soon."

" Your Mightiness "

"Forget it, just let him be." Chu Wanning chucked a piece of fried tofu and said indifferently.

Although the two Your Mightinesses came together, it was obvious to everyone who had the higher status and who had the lower status, and who spoke with more weight, not to mention the fact that Chu Wanning was a bit sober by nature.

After the meal, the people are in groups, either chewing tobacco leaves in the fields or squinting and napping in the sun, the peasant women are gathered together knitting warm clothes, the children are chattering and playing on their bamboo horses, and a skinny family cat is sniffing the ground expectantly, his pink nose twitching and his ears pricked as he tries to find something to eat from the scraps.

Chu Wanning was resting against a pile of grain with a cup of hot tea in his hand, and when he saw how skinny the cat was, he beckoned him to get something to eat.

Chu Wanning :""

He's so mean that cats don't like him

The sound of tinkling brass is heard as she sits gloomily with her cheeks in her hands. Ling happily sits down next to Chu Wanning, also with a cup of tea in his hand.

Chu Wanning turned his head to look at her without much expression.

This girl was very pretty, and what was even more rare was that she was not skinny and was one of the few plump women that could be found in the poor countryside. She didn't have any money left over to buy accessories, so she picked up some fine pieces of copper and iron, washed them and sharpened them into warm rings, which she strung on the hem of her dress, tinkling as she walked and glowing brilliantly in the sun.

" Your Mightiness ." She called out to him in a brittle voice, sounding like a ripe berry.

Chu Wanning said, "What is it," his voice like cold smoke.

Ling flinched slightly at his insensitivity, but then glossed it over and laughed, "Nothing, I saw Your Mightiness sitting alone and was bored, so I thought I'd come and talk to Your Mightiness."

""

Chu Wanning doesn't think he has an amiable face, and the cat is probably the best proof of that. But humans and cats are different after all. Cats don't calculate, while humans may have ulterior motives.

As expected, after Ling had spoken to him in a casual manner, he asked, "Your Mightiness, what kind of people do you want to take as disciples at the top of death and life?

Chu Wanning said, "Give me your hand."

"Ah," she said, her eyes widening, and then with some excitement she did as she was told. Chu Wanning put his fingertips lightly on her pulse, withdrew them after a long time and said, "No charge."

Ling's face turned red at once: "Is it, is it not wishy-washy?"

"I asked you to stretch out your hand, so you knew I was going to test your spirit core, so you should have asked others yourself before." Chu Wanning said, "Your immortal destiny is shallow, I am afraid that you will not be able to build a foundation even when you reach your old age, so staying in the mountain is just a waste of time.

Ling stopped talking and dropped her face, looking very lost. It was only after a long time that she shook her lips and whispered, "Thank you Your Mightiness for your guidance."

"No thanks."

She walked away in silence, and Chu Wanning watched her back with some mixed feelings. For many in Lower Fairy World, they would be more eager to join the immortal clan than the people of Upper Fairy World, where immortality is just a way to honour their ancestors and make a good name for themselves.

But for the people of Lower Fairy World, there are times when it means saving lives.

Chu Wanning leans against the pile and takes another sip of his tea, which is already getting cold now that the weather has turned colder. He drained it in a couple of sips and closed his eyes to take a nap, but after a late night last night and a busy morning today, he fell into a deep sleep and most of the day passed.

When he woke up again, the sky was bloodshot, the treetops were mocked by dusky crows, and only neat stalks of rice and fluttering scraps of grain were left in the fields.

Chu Wanning's eyes widened in surprise.

He slept against the grain pile until dusk, and because of his status, the peasants didn't bother to wake him up, but let him sleep like that, and some of them covered him with a coat for fear he would catch cold.

""

Clothes

Chu Wanning tried to sit up, but a familiar smell suddenly came to his nose, and he looked back down at the robe.

It's Mo Ran's dress.

For some reason, when he realised this, Chu Wanning's movement to sit up stopped and he relaxed his back and lay back, half his face hidden under his robe, revealing only a pair of clear eyes, slightly narrowed, hiding indefinable emotions.

It's crazy.

He squinted his soft lashes as he searched the fields for the man's silhouette. He found him quickly, after all, Mo Ran was now so handsome and tall that he would look very attractive anywhere he stood.

The young man was helping the village headman carry the cut rice to the ox cart, his back to Chu Wanning, and he was a little warm from the day's work, so like the other farmers he took off his outer and upper garments, leaving his strong, honey-coloured back bare.

In the ripe sunset, his broad back was blotted with heat, sweat sliding slowly down the shifting texture of his muscles, trickling down to his waistline and snaking under the tight waistline

He was like hot iron, like coals in a furnace, burning all tenderness into steaming masculine desire, Chu Wanning watched from a distance, and gradually all other sights faded from his eyes, except for the man's fresh fur, his smooth cheetah-like muscles, and the half of his face that he had turned away from the village headman when he was laughing, his pear swirls melting, his eyes kind, handsome and charming.

Seeming to feel a glance from behind, Mo Ran turned around and Chu Wanning hastily closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The heart was beating fast as a torrential rain, however, and the rumbling of blood was in my ears.

After a while he opened a slit quietly and peered under the feathery curtain. Mo Ran has turned around and Ling walks towards him from the monastery with a shy glance in her eyes, handing him a handkerchief.

" Your Mightiness, wipe your sweat."

Mo Ran was carrying a pile of straw to the car when he smiled and said, "It's too busy, wait a while."

Ling looked delighted and stood next to him watching, occasionally offering a hand to give him a lift. Mo Ran was surprised by the girl's enthusiasm and said, "Thank you."

She was even more delighted by the masculine charm of the tall, strong man beside her. She heard his breathing and looked at his relaxed shoulders, and involuntarily blushed, forgetting for a moment that men and women are not intimate. ."

Mo Ran said busily, "No hands, no hands."

"I'll wipe it for you," she said before she could finish her sentence and felt a chill run down her back.

Chu Wanning had come up behind them at some point, with Mo Ran's thick black outer robe still draped over his shoulders, his brow wan with some of the hostility of a newly awakened man, and he said, " Mo Ran ."

"Ah," the man who had not been empty just then immediately put down his rice, rubbed the tip of his nose and turned back, spreading his face and smiling the moment he saw Chu Wanning, "Master is finally awake."

Chu Wanning looked him up and down: "Are you cold?"

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Hot."

As soon as he said this, the drops of sweat that had been collecting between his dark eyebrows dripped down and inadvertently into his eyes, and he squinted one eye and looked at Chu Wanning with his other eye, shining and insistent. Of course he was too embarrassed to ask a girl for a handkerchief, so he asked Chu Wanning, "Master, my eye".

"I washed my handkerchief."

""

Ling saw this and said, "Then use mine."

Chu Wanning, however, ignored her and went straight ahead. He was indifferent, but he leaned back, lifted his white sleeve, clutched the cuff, and delicately wiped Mo Ran's brow.

Mamajo