Chapter 148: The Master's Natural Flirtation

Mo Ran was shocked, not expecting this, and dodged in a hurry, the blade grazing his forehead.

"Master wants to spar with me, well at least try on the clothes first, uncle is still waiting for me to get back to him."

"First we cut, then we try on the clothes."

"Uncle is waiting in a hurry, the human tailor is still in the hall, if something is not right it has to be changed."

"Then let's break it up quickly."

""

Chu Wanning and Xue Meng were very much alike in this respect, they both had the same desire to fight and it was very difficult to suppress them. As they talked and answered, the long swords had already stabbed Mo Ran in several places, but thanks to Mo Ran's experience, he was able to dodge in time, otherwise he would have been fine, but his clothes would have been cut by Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning was able to withdraw his momentum in time, only to strike him sideways with his sword, sneering and provoking, "Is that all you can do, Master Mo?"

Ran was forced into a corner by this man and had no place to put his clothes, so he laughed bitterly and said, "Now that Master is not going to let me, he is bullying me instead."

Chu Wanning's eyes were like bayonets, his brow furrowed slightly: "Do you want me to let you live forever?"

"Haha, that's true."

"Are you going to fight or not?"

"Fine, fine, I'll fight, I'll fight." Mo Ran laughed, shook his head and flashed his fingertips together, "Hell, call in."

As soon as he got hold of the willow vine, another sword came from the front, and Mo Ran swept back a few feet and swung his vine whip around the hilt of Chu Wanning's sword. With a flick of his wrist, Chu Wanning was able to free himself from the restraint and darted behind Mo Ran like a ghost.

Chu Wanning stuck behind him, slightly sombre: "You're not paying attention, start again."

His soft, warm breath brushed against Mo Ran's ear and Mo Ran felt a rush of heat, the knot in his throat twitching under the blade of his sword as he laughed lowly, "Master, don't be so quick to fill your mouth with words, look again carefully, have I put my heart into it"

As the words left his mouth, Chu Wanning realised that Mo Ran's willow vine had somehow wrapped around his arm, holding him in place, unable to move an inch.

Chu Wanning stares at his arm for a long moment before a sharp light dawns in his eyes.

"Well good, foreword retracted."

Mo Ran laughed, "You can't just take it when you want to."

"What are you going to do?"

"I want the Master to go and change."

Chu Wanning grunted, "Let's see if we can win."

As he said that, he poured his strong spiritual power into his right arm, forcing the ghost back, and then swept back, distancing himself from Mo Ran, while a sword light flashed and swept up in the air, cutting at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran had no choice but to bring his whip to bear, and the willow vine and the long sword clanged in the air. In the blink of an eye, the two had already fought over a hundred strokes, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

Chu Wanning's breathing was heavy and a drop of hot sweat trickled down through his dark brow and into his eyes, but as he fought Mo Ran, he could not be distracted from the sweat droplets that were seeping through his eyelashes and into his eyes, but he held back from blinking, his eyes glowing with an appalling light like a night fire.

Beidou's fighting spirit has been aroused by his disciple. He had always loved a good fight and competition, but he was usually indifferent and cold because he found it hard to find a rival. But Mo Ran was like a fire that lit up his pool of wine and instantly lit up the sky.

As they fought, the long sword creaked ominously as it was unable to carry such a powerful impact, and finally, as the two struck in the air, it clanged and buzzed, shattering into millions of iron powder crystals between the two masters

"The sword is broken." Mo Ran said helplessly, "Do we still fight?"

Chu Wanning's eyes were already filled with smoke as he dropped the hilt of his sword, his white coat slightly open, his figure more erect, and he said simply and forcefully, "Fight."

""

Before Mo Ran could retrieve his sighting, Chu Wanning was in his element, coming at him like a crossbow with an arrow drawn, like a leopard in the woods or a falcon in the snow. The two men fought again in a new way, and it was hard to separate them.

Close combat is not the same as a knife fight, where the stronger and taller man is more likely to have the advantage, and Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were already very close, so Chu Wanning was clearly at a disadvantage in this one.

Mo Ran laughed: "Master, stop fighting, if you don't use your spiritual power, to be honest, you can't beat me."

Chu Wanning: "The rebel is arrogant"

"No arrogance, no arrogance, if the master is angry, I will let the master make ten moves."

" Mo Weiyu " Chu Wanning was irritated and the punches and kicks were faster and harder.

The begonia blossoms fell like soft wind-blown snow, while under the tree the master and disciple attacked with whips and kicks, using everything they had. After another 80 or so rounds, Chu Wanning was feeling a bit exhausted. He had practised his sword for half an hour before Mo Ran came, and then he had fought Mo Ran with his blades for over 100 rounds, and was really tired.

But his eyes were bright, his heart was beating fast, and a handsome face was full of spirit and radiance.

The longer they fought, the more they fought, and the more they fought, the more they fought.

Both men pressed against each other, arms and arms shaking

Chu Wanning's arm was held so tightly by Mo Ran that his thick, gravelly, slender fingers felt like they were going to crush him and break all his bones.

Mo Ran's bestial and conquering appetite burned up in this flesh-on-flesh fight, and with a sudden push, he finally restrained Chu Wanning's power and then suddenly backhanded him.

Chu Wanning jolted, and before he knew it, he was firmly strangled in Mo Ran's sweaty arms.

"Still fighting," Mo Ran's laughing voice behind him, his back against Mo Ran's broad chest, his heart pounding, the young man's chest as hot as fire, as strong as iron, like a burning rock, trying to rub his whole body in and melt it away. Mo Ran's lips were pressed against the back of his ear and his breath was hot, all over the back of his bare neck, and Chu Wanning, with his hair in a high bun, could feel the horrible scent of a tiger, almost like a male scent that would tear him apart.

The violence is sticky and tangled with the sweat, wet as spring water

"Master, do you still want to fight?"

"" Chu Wanning bit her lower lip to death, her phoenix eyes crawling red.

Shit, he's not happy about it

He was about to fight again when Mo Ran's lips came down and, as if by coincidence, brushed against his earlobe, a rough and passionate sensation that gave him goosebumps and made Chu Wanning's hair stand on end as he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go of me!"

Fortunately, Mo Ran was unable to discern what was causing his trembling because he was so disoriented from the fight, and indeed, Mo Ran was unable to defend himself and could not be bothered to notice Chu Wanning's abnormality.

Chu Wanning heard him speak in a low tone, his voice hoarse, very much like the sound of deep lust, with some teasing light laugh: "After letting go, will Master be willing to go back to his room and change his clothes?"

Chu Wanning's eyes reddened with anger as she said, "Let go."

His avoidance was met with a stronger, rougher grip, and Chu Wanning's arm was squeezed almost out of place, and he gave a low, hoarse grunt as his body went limp.

The sound was too much like a bedside moan, and Mo Ran stiffened, his lower body immediately reacting. His body was now pressed against Chu Wanning's, and he was afraid that his master would immediately sense his hot, hard fury, and Mo Ran dared not let Chu Wanning know that he had almost subconsciously pushed Chu Wanning away, not daring to press him from behind like that.

In this moment of letting go, Chu Wanning was able to get away, and with a fury of anger, he clutched his arm, which had been pinched, and threw a kick back at him with real force, knocking the unprepared Mo Ran to the ground. Mo Ran didn't expect this guy to suddenly stumble, so he was blindsided by the kick and lay on the ground, feeling his ribs break and cringing in pain.

"Master, this is too"

It's a bit of a victory.

The second half of the sentence was left unsaid, and Mo Ran barely squinted her painfully watery eyes as she struggled to look up at Chu Wanning.

He saw his master's midriff in disarray, his white silk bodice already wide open from the fierce struggle, revealing a tight, smooth chest that rose and fell with his rapid breathing. Chu Wanning gasped for breath as he pulled himself violently through his dishevelled lapels, his forehead hair dishevelled, his temples sparse, the ends of his eyes now thinly red from the intensity of the struggle.

Chu Wanning slowly stood up straight and looked down at him from above, his chin slightly raised, his gaze blazing with majesty and arrogance.

He calmed his breathing and said, "You lost. Being tall doesn't help."

Mo Ran cried and laughed, blood frothing from the corners of his mouth as he spoke, "I didn't lose... even my bones were going to be broken by my master."

""

When he said that, Chu Wanning was a bit woozy, he had been fighting so hard that he couldn't remember if he'd finished his last kick or not, and he leaned over and pressed Mo Ran's ribs: "Where did you kick?"

"This way."

"Does it hurt?"

""It hurts for sure, but I'm not a 15 or 16 year old boy now, so what does it look like to cry out in pain to my master.

When Chu Wanning saw that he didn't look well, he reached for the pile of clothes and with his other hand, he tried to lift Mo Ran up, but his strength was too much and Mo Ran was so heavy and tall that he fell on top of him instead. He heard the man beneath him grunt in pain and sat up, not bothering to think about it, and went to check on Mo Ran's injuries.

"Is it going to be okay?" Chu Wanning's face went white.

Mo Ran frowned and added his hand to his forehead, "You get off me first."

Luckily, it can still talk, it seems to be not crushed to death.

Chu Wanning hastily prepared to get up, but people who are off their feet, often don't get up so easily once they fall down, their legs are actually weak and often not very stable, they don't stand and fall back to sit down in a bit of a mess.

Chu Wanning hadn't noticed at first, but he was wearing very little more than a thin layer of silk, and the position was so awkward that when he moved, he almost immediately felt a large, hard object pressed against his body.