Chapter 156: Master's Good Riding Skills

Chu Wanning looked her up and down. He had already thought she was a beautiful woman at Xuanyuan Court, but when he saw her up close, she was as delicate as a lotus flower in the water, as beautiful as a bright sunset, and her ebony hair seemed to shine brightly around her.

With this in mind, I glanced quietly at Mo Ran to see how he would react.

Mo Ran didn't even look at Song Qiutong, as if he was standing next to Nangong Si, instead he kept gazing at himself, and when their eyes met, Mo Ran smiled gently.

Chu Wanning is numbed by the look on his face, but he still has to play it cool as he and Mo Ran look at each other for a moment, before averting their eyes in a seemingly casual manner.

"The Xiaoyue schoolyard has many demon wolves, the bravest of which is Nao Baijin, who is also my favourite."

Nangong Si led the group to the middle of the open meadow, took out the jade flute on his belt and blew three urgent whistles. After a moment's silence, a snow-white shadow of light leaps out of the forest like a whirlwind of lightning, almost in the blink of an eye. Then it leans down and lands firmly in front of Nangong Si.

"Ouch."

Nangong Si stepped forward and stroked his fluffy neck, turning back to smile, "Look at him, Patriarch, he's grown so much, he was just a cub the year you left."

"It was also as tall as a grown man the year I left." Chu Wanning said with an expressionless face.

"Hahahahahaha, is that right I always thought it was small and still a pup."

""

"Patriarch, come and ride."

Nangong Si said and blew his horizontal flute again, calling two other snow-white demon wolves from the woods: "Master Mo, you come and play too"

Each of the three men rolled onto the back of the demon wolf and Nangong Si said, "Hold on to the chain or neck hair, and keep your legs pinned, it's similar to riding a horse." After saying this he looked down and said to Song Qiutong, "Qiutong, you ride with me and I will lead you."

Chu Wanning didn't think he would be able to do it, but after a few steps on the back of the demon wolf, he found it easy to ride, even easier than a normal old horse because the wolf is highly spiritual and understands the rider's thoughts clearly.

Nangong Si laughs, "How about a lap"

"Can you go anywhere here?"

"Both are available, Backwoods Court and Xiaoyue Schoolyard, feel free to run."

Mo Ran laughed, "Is this a race?"

"Let's have a game." Chu Wanning took one look at Nangong Si, who was riding on a demon wolf with Song Qiutong, and thinking that this was an opportunity to enhance the relationship between the couple, he readily agreed.

Nangong Si smiled and unhooked a spirit stone bracelet from his wrist and said, "In that case, let's run to Ganquan Lake in the north of the forest garden and catch the five grouper in it, the first one to return here will win and this chain will be the prize."

"A seven-star spirit stone chain, Mr Nangong is a bit too generous."

"A thousand pieces of gold will not buy me pleasure." Nangong Si pulled the rope chain tighter and looked down again to Song Qiutong, "Sit tight, don't fall down, and if you run fast, tell me."

Mo Ran glanced at Song Qiutong and smiled, "I'm only afraid that the Nangong gong's chain can be taken out early."

"Ha, underestimate me, I grew up fighting wolves, not to mention bringing one more person, even if I bring another, it's still a small matter, let's go, I'll count to three, two, one, and we'll start."

"Three, two one"

As soon as the words were spoken, three snow-white shadows of light swished out of the air like arrows through the forest, swooshing through the sultry meadow, leaping to the end of the hunting court and disappearing deep into the dense forest.

At first Chu Wanning slowed down and followed Nangong Si and Song Qiutong, but then Song Qiutong's screams came from time to time, which was too much for his ears to bear, and the girl's pouting was too much for him to bear, so he couldn't help but speed up and overtake her.

As the cries of "Slow down, my lord" faded behind him, Chu Wanning gradually felt the pleasure of riding a demon wolf. It is no wonder that Nangong is so rare to see these animals.

Chu Wanning looked up at the sunlight streaking across his eyes, passing under his feet and then rolling away like a torrent, and laughed, thinking that it had been an exhilarating run.

Behind him, Mo Ran had a black-clawed demon wolf following him closely from the beginning to the end, and for a moment, Chu Wanning felt a strange sense of relief and reassurance in his chest.

Suddenly he felt, not so sure, as if he finally had the power to go forward at will, as if wherever he ran, there would be such footsteps behind him, such a person, constantly echoing, never to be separated again.

Chu Wanning arrived at Ganquan Lake almost at the same time as Mo Ran, where the blue waves were as clear as a mysterious mirror and the water system was extremely rich in spiritual energy.

Landing firmly on the ground, Chu Wanning looked around and said, "It's a beautiful place."

Mo Ran, leading the black-clawed demon wolf, came over and asked with a smile, "If Master likes it, go back and plant many fruit trees at the top of Death and Life as well, and take the spiritual energy to raise them all year round, and pick them whenever you want."

Chu Wanning grunted, dismissed it, walked to the lake and raised his hand to summon the Heavenly Question.

Mo Ran saw something wrong and stopped him, "What are you doing?"

"Catch a fish."

"The Master wouldn't want to turn on the wind and winch up all the fish in the lake, would he?"

"What's on your mind." Chu Wanning glared at him and flung the golden vine onto the lake before speaking faintly towards the lake, "Any of you who are tired of living will take the bait."

After saying this three times, Chu Wanning retracted the sky question and there were actually a few fatheads on the golden leaves, looking up at the sky with their eyes rolled up in a triple white bubble.

Chu Wanning looked over and turned to Mo Ran and asked, "Did he say he wanted grouper?"

"Hmm."

"Do you know what a grouper looks like?" Chu Wanning said, thinking it might be too much of a roundabout way of asking, he simply picked up the whole thing and held up several of the fish he caught to Mo Ran, "In these, are there any?"

"It's better if I catch it for my master."

Mo Ran caught ten fish and put them into the sacs around the necks of the two demon wolves. Chu Wanning then put back into the water the few fish he had just caught that "didn't want to live anymore" and said indifferently as he did so, "Life is short, so please bear with me for a while longer. "

Hearing such sentences, Mo Ran only found the man both amusing and endearing. He put away the last grouper and turned around to see Chu Wanning walking towards the shore from the edge of the cold pool of blue water, the lake brimming behind him, soaking his white figure in a gentle, misty haze.

He suddenly felt a strong desire to stride over to Chu Wanning, to take him in his arms, to kiss him, to caress him with the utmost tenderness, to crush him, to pull him into the orange grove, to pin him against a tree, to lift his legs and take him with infinite violence.

As he watched Chu Wanning come closer and closer, he was struck by how contradictory and intense his longing was, how the softest and the hardest were both born of him.

O love, O love.

Isn't that what it looks like?

Hard heat, the fiery, fierce blade that cuts you open.

Warm and soft, it is the softness of the spring water that wraps around you.

"Nangong Si, too." Chu Wanning didn't see the uncertainty in Mo Ran's eyes as he walked up to him and looked at the dry pouch around Nao Baijin's neck, "So slow with a girl."

"No probably doing something else."

Mo Ran's mind was feverish, his wolf-like gaze fixed on Chu Wanning's pale neck as he bowed his head, his stomach tingling, and without thinking, he murmured this in a deep voice.

Chu Wanning froze: "Doing what?"

"" Mo Ran now reacted, feeling out of place, and coughed dryly, looking away, "Nothing."

Chu Wanning's eyes widened and then narrowed dangerously as he looked furious: "What are you thinking about, get on your horse and go back."

Mo Ran moved his lips to say "not on a horse, on a wolf", but then swallowed his words at the look on Chu Wanning's sullen face and the red tips of his ears.

He watched with some regret as Chu Wanning mounted Nao Baijin with great skill and grace, a man of unparalleled beauty. He thought to himself, "If only Chu Wanning were his, he would have made him too soft to mount a horse or a wolf, but only in his arms.

He then felt shocked and guilty at the thought, and he subconsciously shook his head.

Chu Wanning saw this move and asked him, "What's wrong? Why are you shaking your head?

"No no, the Master was right in all his lessons, I was thinking too much."

But it's not about the Nangong Si and Song Qiutong crap.

It's you I'm thinking of

Then Mo Ran thought, "Oh, if only we could break Nao Baijin's legs, so Chu Wanning would have no wolves to ride and might be willing to take one of his black paws.

He wanted to hug him again, like a man dying of thirst, missing the manna he had once trampled Mo Ran In these lingering thoughts, he galloped after Chu Wanning all the way back to Xiaoyue schoolyard, where Song Qiutong and Nangong Si were already waiting.

Song Qiutong sits on the ground, his crystalline jade-like ankles sticking out with bloodstains on them.

It turned out that she had forgotten to tighten her leg in the middle of the run, as Nangong Si had told her to do, so she had cut her skin on a thorn.

Mo Ran glanced at her legs and feet. They were good looking, but not as good as Chu Wanning's. In her previous life, she had liked Song Qiutong's feet.

Really blind.

He thinks Chu Wanning is good at everything now, horizontally and vertically, even those cold, unfeeling, mean eyes, he thinks they are haughty, they are temperament, that's what Chu Wanning should be, he is so good looking, he is so good looking.

It's good to see that being glared at, scolded and rolled over by him makes your heart blossom and your grass grow.

"Willing to bet." Nangong Si was cool with the chain of a thousand gold pieces and casually handed it to Chu Wanning, "This is for the patriarch."

Chu Wanning looked at the chain and said, "Seven-star spirit stones good for raising spirit cores, I do need them, thank you."

Mo Ran was not happy to hear this and inexplicably muttered next to him, "I'll buy you a better one next time."

"What?" Chu Wanning didn't catch it and looked back at him.

Mo Ran saw his eyes so close together, his own face reflected clearly in his pupils, and the distance between us and you made the astringency in his heart fade a little.

Mo Ran laughed and said, "I said, next time I see something more suitable for your master, I will buy it back for him."

"Good."

Chu Wanning's crisp and clear agreement made Mo Ran even happier.

He even looked at Nangong Si cautiously, who didn't even care about it, but he even fought with him, proudly wanting Nangong Si to know that when his master receives something from you, he will politely say thank you, but not from me, you see, he doesn't see anything strange with me.

Chu Wanning said, "You remember to ask the boss to write a ticket and I'll give you the money two when I get there."

Mo Ran :""

Ten freshwater grouper were taken out of their pouches and Nangong Si took them to the hunting hut by the Xiaoyue schoolyard, which had a black and grey hearth outside and all the pots and pans, except that it looked old and drab, and not like it had been built at the same time as the magnificent meadow.

Chu Wanning's fingertips brushed the fence, stopping at a banner tied to the fence, which had been battered by the wind and rain and had long since lost its splendid appearance.

Nangong Si came out of the hut with the spices and saw Chu Wanning looking at the banner rope and laughed, "That was the same year the patriarch left, I tied it here and it's almost rotten."

Chu Wanning did not speak, but simply sighed softly and settled down on a low bench ground from a wooden stake.

This hunting lodge remains from the days when Nangong Si was just a boy at the Confucianism School and he used to bring him around the Xiaoyue school grounds.

The fire is quickly built and the grouper is roasted on a branch of fruit wood, the fat dripping from beneath the charred flesh, giving off a rich, meaty aroma.

Nangong Si gave six to the demon wolves crouching by the wooden fence, while the remaining four were sprinkled with salt and distributed to the crowd.

Song Qiutong took only a few bites before handing the grilled fish to Nangong Si, who had already darted through a fatty fish, saying, "I won't eat any more, so please share some for me, my lord."

Chu Wanning glanced over at them and saw Nangong Si taking the grilled fish and happily eating the second one. He thought to himself that this Song Qiutong seemed to be a good and gentle person, a considerate person, and not like the woman who was rumoured to be out of the house.

As he pondered, a lotus leaf was handed to him and the fish on top was finely divided, with the main thorns removed and the white flesh smelling hot and charred.

Chu Wanning, slightly surprised, turned his head and Mo Ran was putting away the short silver dagger he was wearing and smiled, "Eat this, Master."

"Where did you get the lotus leaves?"

"I picked it by the way when I was catching fish at the lake earlier." Mo Ran handed him the fish, "Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good if it's cold."

Chu Wanning took the lotus leaf and, with a slight ripple in her heart, said, "Thank you."

He really didn't like to eat the spines, and the grouper melted in his mouth, so Chu Wanning ate it piece by piece without getting tired of it. When it was all gone and the tea hanging over the fire was boiling, Song Qiutong got up and took down the iron pot, poured a cup for everyone and served it with both hands.

" Master Chu, please have some tea."

The slender hand holds a small white porcelain cup, the arm is like the white moon, and there is a bit of vermilion on her wrist.

Chu Wanning suddenly remembered that during the auction at the "Xuanyuan Court", the owner had said that she had been given a sand bullet on her wrist by the Sage of the Cold Scales, so she thought it was this one.

Chu Wanning was relieved to think that Nangong Si was a man of pure heartlessness, like a wild horse on the grasslands, like a lone wolf bent on its own course, with the simple intensity of a sword.

Song Qiutong's tea was served to Mo Ran, who took it, but did not drink it, setting it aside and smiling, "Aunt Song, I have something for you."

As the Lantern Festival approaches, it's time to guess the lantern riddle.