Chapter 154: Master, I'm going to find Ye Wangxi

It was very bad that this room, when Nan Gongliu entered, Madame Wang, Xue Meng and Xue Zhengyong, were the ones who immediately got up and treated each other with courtesy.

But Chu Wanning was not in the mood, so he remained by the window.

As for Mo Ran, the Confucianism School had been a raggedy sect that he had trampled on in his previous life, and even if it was shiny on the outside, he knew that there was nothing to fear but a scattering of sand underneath. But he didn't really mean to embarrass Nan Gongliu, he was just used to it, so he didn't even think about standing up for himself.

The scene would have been bizarre.

As host and elder, Nan Gongliu stands at attention, smiling pleasantly and without anger, his face still steaming with familiarity.

As a guest and junior, Mo Ran was caught sitting lazily, with his legs up, leaning back in his chair and a cup of hot tea in his hand.

Xue Zhengyong hadn't noticed Mo Ran's movements, but when he turned around, he was embarrassed.

This Mo Ran is too unruly.

"This is Master Mo, who has made a great name for himself in recent years, right?"

Ran stopped drinking his tea, covered the lid, raised his eyes and said, "Yes."

"When truly a hero comes out"

Mo Ran cut him off and laughed, " Nangong Your Mightiness, you've already used that on my cousin, don't use it on me."

His tone was gentle, his smile mild, as if he were being polite. But what he said was half as polite, and he didn't even stand up. After speaking this, he picked up his tea again, the small celadon lid scraping the rim of the cup before blowing away the misty mist of water that rose in a curl.

Dropping her thick, slender lashes, she let her eyes fall and took a sip of tea without slowing down.

He was young, handsome, tall and calm, as if he was the master of the Confucianism School, the one who stood at the top of the Xianxia world, and Nan Gongliu was just a dog under him.

"Haha, Sovereign Mo is right, it is the district that is so uneducated that I could not think of better wording for a moment, so"

"Not at all." Mo Ran put down his tea and smiled, " Nangong Your Mightiness has said a lot of good things since he entered this house, if Your Mightiness can't talk, who can call him a talker"

"Aiya, Master Mo's false praise, the district would not dare to accept it."

"Who said I was complimenting you." Mo Ran looked at him with dark eyes and a smile, "Being too good at talking sometimes isn't necessarily a good thing."

Xue Zhengyong was a bit overwhelmed and he lowered his voice, " Mo Ran "

In his view, Chu Wanning and Nan Gongliu's falling out was justifiable, at least in the first place, and Chu Wanning had that status, but Mo Ran

Mo Ran, however, ignored Xue Zhengyong and said to Nan Gongliu, "Save these compliments, Nangong Your Mightiness, for other juniors, I am a rough man, I do not understand and do not want to hear them."

Xue Zhengyong :""

Mo Ran knew, of course, that his uncle would be unhappy if he did this, but he didn't regret it.

There are so many disgusting things in the world that Chu Wanning is always willing to be the one to take the lead. A long time ago, when he was working with the Luo Xianxian family to get rid of demons, Chu Wanning would beat up his client, Mr. Chen, for bullying a weak woman, regardless of his reputation.

Chu Wanning has done nothing wrong, yet he is always criticised for being "cold-blooded", "reckless" and "insensitive".

Mo Ran does not want to be called "impolite".

So he prefers to be more out of line and over the top than Chu Wanning, and it is only by such foolish means that he keeps Chu Wanning at bay. So in this house, all three men accept Nan Gongliu's flattery and goodwill out of courtesy, but Mo Ran does not.

It was not a passing fancy, since he knew that Chu Wanning had carried him on his back, crawling back from a mountain of corpses and blood. Ever since he saw the wisp of a human soul in Mengpo Court, the bowl of cod roast. Ever since he went to the depths of hell and rescued Chu Wanning, he swore

He has stood by Chu Wanning for as long as he has wanted to.

Nan Gongliu has touched the bi twice in a row.

But Nan Gongliu didn't, he just pretended that nothing had happened and happily spoke to Xue Zhengyong again, which made Xue Zhengyong feel very embarrassed.

Nan Gongliu laughed and said, "Young people, who don't have a little blood in their veins? I think Master Mo is really a man of character.

After the meeting with Nan Gongliu, the disciples of the Confucianism School led the group to a different house.

Mo Ran sneezed the whole way and Xue Meng turned his head to look at him, "You didn't just say something bad and get cursed by Nangong, did you?"

"Go go go, you're the one who's cursed." Mo Ran's eyes filled with tears, "I can't smell too much incense, I can't smell too much incense, the room just smelled too much incense."

"It smells so bad."

"Ah, O Master Ah."

Chu Wanning handed him a handkerchief and frowned in disgust, "Wipe it off, it doesn't look good."

Mo Ran then took the handkerchief embroidered with begonia flowers with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, "It is still Master who cares for me, thank you."

Chu Wanning was a little embarrassed by his comment, "Who cares about you."

"Yes," Xue Meng said defiantly, "who cares for you, it's me that the master cares for the most."

Mo Ran was slightly contemptuous, "How old are you to be comparing this with others." Turning to the handkerchief in her hand, she said with a straight face, "Look, Master promised to embroider an identical one for me before, have you"

"" Chu Wanning grabbed the handkerchief with a split hand and sternly said, " Mo Weiyu "

Xue Meng was stunned at first, then furious: "I don't believe that the master would embroider a handkerchief for you, you wouldn't do that in a daydream, shameless."

As they talked, they arrived at the courtyard Nan Gongliu had arranged for them, which had four rooms, one for Madame Xue Zhengyong and one for each of the other three.

But Mo Ran, who had been fine just now, froze when he saw that the courtyard he wanted to live in was this one, and hesitated, his eyes unconsciously clouded with a layer of grey.

This was the Confucianism School in his previous life, a place that left a deep impression on him.

When he came back to his old haunts, he wondered if Chu Wanning had not given his life for him in this life, he might have gone the same way and become the Fairy Tramper emperor, and by this time he would have led millions of Zhenlong pawns to raze a famous family to the ground. When I thought of this, I felt a cold sweat, and a thousand thoughts rushed to my chest.

Mo Ran's eyes were closed. He was not the sharp-edged teenager he had been back then, so no one could see the gloom that hung over him.

They each went to their rooms to rest, and Mo Ran stood for a moment in front of the room reserved for himself, standing with his arms folded, but not pushing the door in.

The maid who greeted her in the courtyard was a little uneasy and asked carefully, "Is Your Mightiness not satisfied with this room?"

"Oh, no." Mo Ran looked back and smiled, "Thought the yard looked a lot like a place I used to live in, just got in touch with it."

"What a coincidence, then, for I thought Your Mightiness did not like it here. If Your Mightiness wants anything else, just tell me and I will do my best for Your Mightiness."

Mo Ran smiled and said, "I don't have anything to do, you guys go ahead and do your own thing."

When he finished, he tilted his head up and looked at the century-old laurel tree in the courtyard, the shade of which brushed his eyelashes like a ghost from a previous life.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly and his heart countenanced.

Suddenly, turning around, she called out to the maid who was leaving, "Wait a minute"

" Your Mightiness What else do you want to order?"

"I want to ask you about someone." Mo Ran paused and raised her eyes, her gaze torch-like, "Do you know that there is a"

"What."

"Never mind, let's not ask that, let's ask another one." Mo Ran said, "Do you know where Ye Wangxi is?"

The maid said, "Mr. Ye is Elder Xu's personal disciple, he lives in the same courtyard as Elder Xu, Your Mightiness If you want to see him, just go there."

Mo Ran was relieved to hear that the last time he met Ye Wangxi was at a restaurant when he asked Nangong Si to come back with him, but when Nangong Si refused, Ye Wangxi said, "If you don't want to go back to Confucianism School because of me, then I'll Go."

He felt that Ye Wangxi had suffered enough in his previous life. Ye Wangxi and Chu Wanning were in fact very much alike, both were gentlemen who never regretted their deaths, except that one was introverted and the other was fiery, but neither of them ended well.

Mo Ran felt remorse for what he had done, so he wished Ye Wangxi a better life. He was glad that Nangong Si had not been so heartless as to kick Ye Wangxi out.

The name of Elder Xu's house is "Three Life House", which is said to mean "once you drink the water of Meng Po, you will forget the three problems". After he dies, he will no longer remember anything by the Naihe Bridge.

He sounds like a very pessimistic person, no wonder he taught Ye Wangxi, a bored gourd who can't beat a fart with three sticks.

"Interesting, this parrot is so witty, come, recite another verse, a frying pan and a ladle of water in a humble alley"

The guards were asked to pass on their presence and tell them their purpose, and before they had even rounded the illuminated wall, they heard a man's lazy joking voice coming from the courtyard.

Mo Ran took a few steps forward and saw a man in his early thirties standing in the sunny courtyard. He was wearing a plain shirt with a few patches at the corners, and he was standing barefoot on the cold stone tiles in the cold weather without shoes, holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand and teasing a snow-white blue-eyed parrot with long tail feathers.

The parrot fluttered its wings from side to side and swayed back and forth on the shelf, seemingly pleased with itself, and sang out, "Ah a fountain of food and a ladle of water in a humble alley"

"Well, good, that's good. You're smarter than Little Ye son, Little Ye son wasn't as good as you when he was a kid, he couldn't recite this part for the life of him." The man fed the parrot a handful of nuts, "Here, your old man will reward you."

""

This man and a bird call themselves old man

That means he's a cocksucker.

The man looked back, saw Mo Ran standing by the illuminated wall, first knocked a melon, then spat it out, and suddenly smiled, his smile broad but with a touch of wilfulness, and in the bright sunlight, the whole man looked very dashing.

" Mo Ran Mo Sovereign, I believe," he smiled, "a pleasure to meet you."

Mo Ran then smiled and also said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

After he had laughed, he took a good look at the man's face. It seemed to him that he had seen this man in his previous life when he had slaughtered the School of Confucianism, and he was

"Righteous father, why are you running around without shoes again."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out, clearly a light sentence, but it sounded like spring thunder.

Mo Ran turned his head unexpectedly to see Ye Wangxi emerge from behind the half-moon archway, as slender and straight as ever, his brow warm, carrying a pair of bright yellow satin tracks in his hands as he approached the youth and leaned down to set them down.

foster father

Ye Wangxi's foster father

The blood in his heart was rushing wolfishly, he could almost hear the cries of a world apart, hear swords clashing and drums and horns fighting.

"Righteous Father"

The memory of a blood-streaked face tumbled violently into view.

It was Ye Wangxi, who was crying and shouting, his voice splitting the sky. When he slaughtered the Confucianism School, Nan Gongliu ran away, leaving the 72 cities without a leader. The first patron of the School of Confucianism, Elder Xu, stepped forward and reorganised the scattered sand, bringing together the disorganised soldiers of Mo Ran, who could have been destroyed in an instant, and Ye Wangxi.

He was not a Nangong, but he did what a Nangong master should do, and as an elder, he lived and died with the Seventy-two Cities of the School of Confucianism.

He was not Ye Wangxi's real father, but he stood in front of Ye Wangxi when a knife filled with spiritual currents was stabbing him in the back, protecting the child he raised with his own flesh and blood for a moment.

Mo Ran was standing on the wall looking down at that time and he saw the scene and a twisted smile rose to the corners of his mouth God knows how jealous he was at that moment.

How can anyone in the world be willing to die for another human being when they are not related?

His narrow-minded heart was shaken and pained without fail; he was so jealous that it looked like he was going mad and insane; his eyes were bloodshot.

He was thinking, "Good, good, Ye Wangxi is lucky, he, Mo Weiyu, if there was only one person in this vast world, besides his mother, who would willingly die for him, Mo Weiyu, then why would he have come to this point?

The heavens are kind to all, but they are so mean and cruel to him

He would destroy all those he envied, make all these huggers go to hell, why should he be the only one without a good day, without a moment of warmth, the only one who had been gentle with him, long dead.

He has only a little warmth left, so why take it away from him?

He hated

""

Looking back, Mo Ran feels that he was a fool back then. There was someone in this red world who was willing to die for him, but he had missed out, he had let himself down, he had not known.

Mo Ran's eyes closed solidly, calming the surge inside him, before he raised them again.

He knew who this man was, he was Ye Wangxi's mentor and also Xu Shuanglin, Ye Wangxi's righteous father.

The day after the Confucianism School, he died in battle trying to save Ye Wangxi.

Mo Ran turned his head away, bitter in his heart, unable to look at the dashing man in the sunlight with his deep smile.

He went to say hello to Ye Wangxi.

"Ye Gongzi."

Ye Wangxi then noticed Mo Ran standing in the distance and smiled, "Ah, brother Mo is here too, it's been a long time."

"It's been a long time."

In fact, Ye Wangxi had only met Mo Ran a few times in her life and did not know him very well, so she continued with a smile, "Are you here to see my righteous father?"

"" Mo Ran looked at Xu Shuanglin for a moment, a little embarrassed, and shook his head, "No, I came to see you."

" Little Ye Zi, how long has it been since someone looking for you has come in this courtyard it's not easy." Xu Shuanglin smiled lazily and stuffed another melon seed into his mouth, "Where did you make the acquaintance of Patriarch Mo"

" Peach Blossom Yard acquaintance."

"That's good, that's good." Xu Shuanglin smiled, dropped all the remaining melon seeds into the bird feeder and said, "You youngsters talk, I'll walk somewhere else first."

Ye Wangxi pulled him back: "Yi-fu, why are you not wearing shoes again?"

"Oh, I forgot." Xu Shuanglin put on his shoes with a smile and said, "That's better."

But Mo Ran saw, with a glance, that the man crossed slowly to the corner, then leaned over and took off his shoes again, actually tucking them into his arms and walking leisurely away.

""

The appearance and temperament of this father and son are so incongruous that Xu Shuanglin looks very young because of his mind, and his face does not age when he is in his thirties; he looks like Ye Wangxi's brother.

If you look at his temperament, he is a bit willful and stubborn, not like a brother, but like Ye Wangxi's younger brother.

So is that a tease, with the solemn plaque outside the door saying "Three Life Courtyard"?

Ye Wangxi and Mo Ran walk slowly, shoulder to shoulder, along the boulevard.

There are many flowering and fruiting trees planted in this courtyard, but at this time of year, in the middle of winter, all the trees are dying, and only a few yellow leaves are hanging from the tops of the trees, and when the wind blows, they tremble and move.

"I'm sorry I made you laugh the last time I was in the restaurant."

"No matter." Mo Ran said, "Are you all right these days?"

He regretted saying the words, because people like Ye Wangxi would never say anything, even if they were having a bad time. As expected, Ye Wangxi smiled and said, "It's not bad, how about you"

"I'm pretty good."

Mo Ran only came to see him because he felt bad about his past life and wanted to see Ye Wangxi, who is still alive today, but when he was really alone with Ye Wangxi, he didn't know what to say.

Mo Ran knew a lot of Ye Wangxi's secrets, but when he couldn't tell them, he really had nothing to talk about, and the two of them took a dull walk for a while before Ye Wangxi asked, "How is Xia Sini?"

Mo Ran froze for a moment and smiled, "That's awesome that you remembered the name."

"His name, in particular, is a good one to remember."

"Haha, also, Xia Sini is coming with us this time, so you can meet him afterwards."

Ye Wangxi was slightly surprised: "He's here too, but I don't think the master invited"

"You don't know who Xia Sini is, do you?" Mo Ran laughed, "I'll tell you, it's a long story."

So he told them all about Chu Wanning and Xia Sini, and after Ye Wangxi had listened, he sighed and said, "How fortunate Mr Mo is to have this man as his teacher.

Mo Ran said, "How fortunate the Confucianism School is to have Mr Ye as a disciple."

Ye Wangxi was a little embarrassed and smiled slightly, "Duke Mo has overstated his case."

They came to a small mahogany-painted pontoon bridge, which was full of dead branches and leaves, except for this place, which was verdant and bright, and planted with bamboo that stood proudly against the snow and the wind. The water at the Confucianism School is enchanted and does not freeze over, so when they stand at the bridge, the stream is murmuring beneath them and the two ends are surrounded by blue colours.

Mo Ran looked back and saw Ye Wangxi staring down at the crystalline stream, the floating light leaping from his black eyes, the same person, but with a haggard look on his face that anyone could see.

Nangong Si became married and it was too cruel for him.

Suddenly it was very unbearable, as if he saw the Chu Wanning who had given so much but could not get a single glance back from others, and Mo Ran asked him, "Mr. Ye, why don't you come to the top of death and life?"

"What."

""I feel reckless for having spoken, and knowing how Ye Wangxi would answer, Mo Ran sighed, "I was just asking a casual question, you need not take it to heart."

Ye Wangxi smiled. He was originally a handsome man with a smile, seven parts handsome and three parts beautiful. But now it is the same man, with the same smile, but his cheekbones are slightly sunken, his seventh part of his heroism is still there, but his third part of his beauty has dried up, leaving only two pools of sadness.

He tried to hide it, but the sadness was so deep that he used all his strength and still failed to hide it.

He smiled and said, "So brother Mo, is here to dig for the top of death and life"

"Haha, yes, yes, but Duke Ye should not be coming, so it was just a joke."

"Well, I won't go if my righteous father is still here."

"What does your son intend to do in the future?"

"He felt that he was a moth and Nangong Si was a lamp, and he always wanted to go with the lamp, even if the consequences were broken and torn apart.

But Nangong Si didn't want him.

"Just, still doing what you do in the School of Confucianism." Ye Wangxi smiled faintly, "Aiding the Master, aiding his righteous father, and later, aiding the young master."

He paused, his hand cupped into a fist, his knuckles as pale as jade.

Mo Ran was amazed that Ye Wangxi could say the last half of the sentence so calmly, that he could actually say it

"Auxiliary to the young lady."

When he had finished, it seemed that he could no longer bear it, and he dropped his eyes. But only for a moment, he looked up at Mo Ran again with respectful modesty and gentleness, his face still smiling, his whole body standing like a bamboo in the winter.

A sudden wind from the west blew up the snow that had accumulated in the bamboo forest, like reed flowers flying in all directions.

At that very moment, Mo Ran thought, "No, Nangong Si cannot marry Song Qiutong.