Chapter 179: Wangning

The two of them arrive at the edge of a sea cliff on Feihua Island, where the rocks are rocky and the sea is rough below, the waves crashing on the rocks and breaking into a million bits of snow, with nothing around them but the sea and sky and a crescent moon.

Mo Ran summoned the sword with which he had contracted, and then turned to Chu Wanning and asked, "Why doesn't your master know how to use the sword?"

"It's not that it won't." Chu Wanning says, "It's that it's not good."

"How is it not good enough?"

Chu Wanning waved his sleeve, his expression a little more haughty, but the roots of his ears were red: "I can only fly a short distance from the ground."

Mo Ran was a bit surprised, for something like a sword, the amount of spiritual energy consumed was the same when it was an inch above the ground and a hundred metres above the ground, and since Chu Wanning could fly not far above the ground, it didn't make sense that he couldn't rise to high altitude, so he said, "Master, try it and I'll see."

"" Chu Wanning did not summon his sword, but said with a light expression on his face, "I am usually reluctant to wield a sword because I feel that weapons must be respected after all, and it would be inappropriate to step on them."

""

I don't know why he suddenly explained, but Mo Ran nodded anyway.

"What the Master said is good. But we can't just lie on our swords or hang on to them and fly, can we?"

Chu Wanning was speechless, but when he looked up, he saw the man smiling at him in the moonlight, he was annoyed and said, "Usually, if there is an emergency, I always use the ascending dragon boundary to fly."

Mo Ran: "The little dragon"

"It can get bigger." Chu Wanning says, seemingly redeemed, but soon embarrassed, "but it's all but useless when it comes to the fire at the Confucianism School. It was afraid of fire."

Mo Ran suddenly understood: "So the master wants to learn the imperial sword, because he wants to"

"Just in case."

Mo Ran did not say a word, Linyi, as the smoke rolled down, the sea of flames and fire that consumed so many lives. At that time, Chu Wanning was standing on his sword, watching the mortals below being engulfed by the fire, being burnt to ashes one by one, not even a single bone left, while the immortal daddy could not do anything, could not carry anyone with his sword, what would Chu Wanning feel at that time?

No wonder this man, who preferred to go out by carriage rather than by sword, suddenly made such a request to his disciple.

"I know, don't worry Master, I will teach you well."

At his words, Chu Wanning did not make a sound, dropping his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, but he finally sighed and raised his hand, " Huaisha, summon it."

A golden light suddenly appeared and Mo Ran saw the Shenwu again in the quiet moonlight of the sea and sky, which had only appeared in his previous life in a duel between life and death.

Chu Wanning's killing blade

Huaisha .

It is a sword that looks like Chu Wanning, and there is no other person in the world who would be a better master of it than Chu Wanning. It is lightly ornamented, with a golden body that is even slightly pale because the gold is so blinding. The light flows from the blade in a steady, unhurried stream, dropping into the night like a burning thread of fireworks, or like fine white sand slipping down.

"This is Huaisha." Chu Wanning looked at it and said, "You haven't seen it before, it's too hostile and I don't use it often."

Mo Ran, with mixed feelings, nodded half-heartedly and said in a low voice, "It's a good sword."

With the night breeze blowing, Mo Ran stepped onto the blade of his own sword and with a slight movement of his toes, the sword lifted tamely and slowly a few inches off the ground.

Mo Ran turned back to Chu Wanning and said, "Master, try it too."

Chu Wanning also stands on the Huaisha, which rises steadily by a few inches and carries Chu Wanning in a circle.

"Isn't that nice" Mo Ran said, "try getting up some more." He said, controlling his sword and flying to a point about five feet away, smiling down at Chu Wanning, "Come up here."

""

Chu Wanning purses his lips and, without a word, raises Huaisha to a position flush with him.

Mo Ran said, "There's nothing wrong with it, Master, won't you? We'll"

He stopped short as he suddenly noticed that Chu Wanning's face was pale, the lines of his face taut, his eyelashes rustling like tumbleweeds in the wind, as if he was trying to hold back something.

Mo Ran looked down to see that it was only less than five feet off the ground.

He looked up again and stared incredulously at Chu Wanning.

Suddenly a very absurd thought came to his mind

He doesn't know how to use a sword, so it's not because he's afraid of heights, is it?

Mo Ran :""

This was very awkward, and he found it unbelievable. Chu Wanning This person is very good at lightning, the towering building said up, said down, said down, a little toe swept the ground a few feet, how such a person will be afraid of heights But observe this person standing on the sword, indeed, the face is ugly, the eyes wandering, even if desperately pressed, the frown still penetrate some thin fear.

Mo Ran tries, "Master"

Chu Wanning's reaction was a little intense, he looked up abruptly, the night breeze ruffling his hair, but he didn't lift a hand to sweep it away, his dangling eyes glinting with annoyance, a guarded flurry of fire erupting behind his tangled forehead: "Hmm."

"Ahem pfft."

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm having a dry throat and cough."

Mo Ran tried desperately to hold back his laughter, he thought, no more running, so he really was afraid of heights, no wonder he had just explained so much, just to save face.

Then, since the master wants to save face, of course, the disciple must also cooperate with the master to give a step down.

Mo Ran said, "It's true that the higher you go, the harder it gets, and when I started, I couldn't get up to five feet, so I had to practice more."

"You couldn't get on before."

"Hmm."

Mo Weiyu, who had soared a hundred feet into the air on her first sword ride, nodded gently.

"Not even five feet, I didn't dare look down to the ground, so about three feet in any case Xue Meng he could have easily kicked me off."

Chu Wanning's heart settles a little.

He had never been good enough to talk to anyone about things like his fear of heights with the sword, but now it seemed that there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Master, try not to look down."

"Hmm."

"Just watch me." Mo Ran hovered above, thought for a moment, and then lowered some more, "Never mind how much you rise, just think about flying to be flush with me."

Chu Wanning then gritted his teeth and rose a little higher. The thin, smooth blade stepped under his feet, and the otherwise balmy night breeze became as wet and cold as a snake to him at this time of night, slithering and creeping into his lapels, spitting out its letters.

"Don't look down, don't look down." Mo Ran couldn't stop repeating patiently with him, offering him her hand, "Come here, take my hand."

Chu Wanning, learning to concentrate carefully, said, "No, I can do it myself."

He knew Chu Wanning's temperament well, and when he wanted to come on his own, it was best to let him do so if it was not a big deal.

A man who is used to being a giant tree is not used to being dependent on people.

To be by his side, to be next to him, to make him comfortable and at ease.

Although he really wanted to turn Chu Wanning into a soft vine wrapped around his fingers, rubbing him into his rough torso so hard that he would crumble in his arms and melt into his blood. He, like most men in the world, had some unrealistic and terrible desire to be possessive of the person he loved so much.

It is nature and it is instinct.

The male instinct of aggression makes him long to lock Chu Wanning up, to linger with him endlessly, day and night, swallowing up all his passion.

I longed for him to spend his days lying high above a warm bed, with a golden beast of a brain and a fragrant fragrance that would not be seen by anyone but himself.

Longing for him to be his body for life, his warm body wrapped around him forever.

The desire for his body to be covered in bruises and kisses that would not go away, to raise him as a gourmand of desire, to fill his mouth and belly with the most sunken and fiery love every night, to feed him until he was full and soft.

But love makes Mo Ran's heart grow fonder.

His love made him want to respect Chu Wanning, to see him in his prime and on his hoof, to see him fight with his sword and fall with his sleeves in the snow.

I want to indulge him to grow proudly to the sky in the jungle, to cast down shade mercifully, to allow him to flourish, but also to allow him to break his branches and be wounded in the storm.

So love puts chains on his instincts, bridles his animal desires, and makes him follow the rules with his eyes lowered and his burning breath suppressed.

Let him, all his life, prefer to lock up his nature and pull out his sharp teeth and fangs.

He was born possessive and became selfish through love, and now forgiving and selfless through love.

So he will not try to imprison Chu Wanning and try to change Chu Wanning as he did in his previous life.

This late and pure love made the former Fairy Tramper emperor willing to submit and spend his life as Chu Wanning's companion.

The sword climbs a little, and when it reaches a certain height, even if Chu Wanning does not look at the ground, the tips of his fingers tremble slightly under his broad sleeves.

His scalp tingled.

Mo Ran saw that he was nervous and said, "Don't be afraid, it's the same as lightness."

"It's not the same." Chu Wanning said, "Lightning is on your own, imperial swords are"

"The imperial sword is also on its own."

"The imperial sword is by the sword," Chu Wanning raged.

Mo Ran :""

He somewhat understood the reason why his master was first-class in lightness, yet he was afraid when he was at sword control Chu Wanning was never used to relying on anything, he relied on himself all the time, so he would feel most at ease only when he relied on himself.

This knowledge makes Mo Ran's heart sink and she feels heartbroken.

He said, "It's okay, Master, you have to believe in Huaisha."

But while Chu Wanning's demeanour may be calm, there is no hiding the anxiety and panic in his eyes. If Chu Wanning fell off his sword at this point, the shadow would be even deeper.

Immediately, he said, "Let's go down first."

Chu Wanning was eager to hear this, and as the two dropped to the ground, he took a moment to ask, "How high did you fly?"

Mo Ran, intent on quoting more, said, "More than fifty feet."

Chu Wanning's eyes widened with surprise: "So much"

"Yeah." Mo Ran laughed, "Master is so good, next time you fly, it won't matter if it's 500 feet."

""

At the sound of 500 feet, Chu Wanning's face, already a little white, turned a little more ugly as he waved his hand and stared at Huaisha without saying anything.

Mo Ran thought about it and said, "Here's the deal, Master, I'll take you for a flight first and then get used to it."

"You don't have to take me, it's not like you haven't."

"But before, the Master didn't see much towards the ground on his way to the sword, did he?"

He was right, every time he took a ride on someone's sword, he always tried to look at that person's back, or some other point, and tried to think that he was still firmly on the ground.

Mo Ran summoned his sword again, made it purposely wide, and stepped on it himself before turning to Chu Wanning and saying gently, "Come, come up."

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth in secret, but swept up anyway and landed lightly on the hilt of his sword.

Mo Ran said, "Stand firm." With a nod of his toe, his sword was ordered up into the clouds in a flash. Chu Wanning closed his eyes out of habit at first, but when he heard Mo Ran's laughter in his ear, he woke up with a start and looked down.

The first time I saw it, Chu Wanning's hair stood on end.

Feihua Island was left far behind, becoming more and more distant, the turbulent sound of the wind howling in their ears, their robes soaked in the cold of the night, with nothing to lean on but this sword at their feet, as they flew above the sea, the blue-black waters of the night like an ancient beast opening its black mouth The blue-black waters of the night were like the open mouths of ancient beasts, devouring the creatures that passed by.

Cold eyelashes trembled in tiny flutters and Chu Wanning subconsciously tried to close his eyes again when he heard Mo Ran say from behind him, "Don't be afraid, it's going to be okay."

"I'm not scared." Chu Wanning's face was white as paper.

Mo Ran smiled, "Okay, if you're not afraid, you're not afraid. Then if you get cold, or bored, you tell me and I'll take you back to the island."

Chu Wanning didn't say anything, he knew Mo Ran was trying to save face.

After all, an immortal djinn who is freezing on his sword is more formidable than an immortal djinn who is shivering with horror on his sword.

When Mo Ran saw that he was a bit overwhelmed and stubbornly refused to speak, he said, "I will make the sword bigger."

He raises his hand and expands his sword five or six times, enough for him and Chu Wanning to stand side by side.

"Master, in a few days' time the fires of Linyi will be extinguished and we will go back to the top of death and life, but what about the people we brought with us?" he said, trying to loosen the string of Chu Wanning's taut bow.

Chu Wanning, who is also really good at thinking, said, "Take it to Middle Shu Area."

"Hmm."

"Take it to Middle Shu Area first, Linyi After the looting fire, it was a scorched area, uninhabitable."

Mo Ran said, "Good."

He looked at Chu Wanning's pale face and after a while, really distressed, he asked, "Shall we go back?"

"Wait a little longer."

Mo Ran then expanded his sword a few more times and he told Chu Wanning to sit down, sitting and watching would be much more bearable than standing. He opened the knot and Chu Wanning turned his head to ask him, "What are you doing?"

"It's just a cold repellent knot." Mo Ran's gaze was gentle, "It's too high and it gets cold."

Chu Wanning also let him go.

The boundary was very similar to his own, even to the begonia blossoms condensed on the film between the flashes of light, except that his was gold and Mo Ran's was red.

With this translucent boundary, even though he knew that it would do nothing but repel the cold, he suddenly felt that there was an additional protection around him, or perhaps the ocean was no longer so dark that he could see through it, and in any case Chu Wanning's tense body gradually relaxed and his breathing gradually became less stagnant.

Mo Ran sat beside him and laughed, "Master, look over there."

"What."

"See?"

"" Chu Wanning looked halfway in the direction he was pointing and frowned, "There's nothing but the moon."

"It's the moon."

Chu Wanning, slightly stunned, said, "What's there to see up there is the same."

Mo Ran smiled, "This is the first time I've sat with my Master and enjoyed the moon."

Chu Wanning didn't respond, and after a while, when Mo Ran thought he wouldn't say anything else, he suddenly whispered, "It's not like we haven't seen it together."

"What."

Mo Ran was a little surprised and turned his head to look at him.

The moonlight crosses Chu Wanning's handsome face, his skin like the white petals of a cold night, his eyes seemingly filled with memories deeper than the sea beneath two curtains of deep lashes.

"It's been so long, you should have forgotten." Chu Wanning said, "It's nothing."

Mo Ran is at a loss for words. He has lived longer than Chu Wanning, and many of his first memories are no longer so clear-cut, so much so that what Chu Wanning remembers, he doesn't necessarily keep inside.

He looked at the side of Chu Wanning's face and felt guilty, but in that guilt he could not help but feel a touch of sweetness. He couldn't even help but think of the pouch again, of the words he was about to ask yesterday Chu Wanning kept their knotted hair, kept many memories, why

Butterfly Town, Jin Chengchi

When the sky split, he risked his life to save himself.

Why.

He had not dared to speculate earlier, feeling emboldened and brazen.

But over the past two days, that inch of discovery has been fanning the flames of his wolfish ambition.

Why.

"Master."

"Hmm."

The blood rushed in his chest, surging with excitement. His throat was thirsty and his eyes were extremely bright as he stared at Chu Wanning. Suddenly he wanted to go over to him, kiss him on the face and ask him, with a lot of courage, if you like me.

Above the sword, between heaven and earth, gives Mo Ran a vague illusion.

It was as if there were no more ties between them in this world, no more love or hate in the past, everything was as quiet and pure as the moonlight falling through the light clouds.

He felt that the seedling in his chest had finally become a big tree, its thick sinews pushing through the dead soil and turning out the rich, fishy smell of the earth.

When Chu Wanning saw that he did not say anything for a long time, he turned around and asked him, "What is it?"

Mo Ran did not answer, his mind was dizzy, he longed to possess him, to embrace him, to kiss him.

He couldn't help but lean over.

Then, suddenly, he realised that, after opening the knot, Chu Wanning had eased up a little, but he was still pursing his blue-white lips and looking very pale. He clasped his arms in his hands, his long, thin fingers subconsciously crossed over his arms, clutching the cold fabric tightly.

Chu Wanning Even when he is scared, he is not grasping at others, but himself.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment.

And then the aggressive, shining light under his eyes went out, turning into a fine, starry light, like a fishing fire.

Very gentle.

The lips that had wanted to go for a rash kiss were slightly pursed up with a soft and bitter smile.

The hand that was going to tangibly embrace him stopped, a moment later, and touched the cold back of his hand.

"You," Chu Wanning was taken aback, a scarlet flush welling up on her pale face, but low and alert, "do what you."

He tried to pull his hand away, but Mo Ran took it and wouldn't let it go. Chu Wanning felt his frozen fingers fall into a large, warm hand, wrapped in a tight fit from his palm to his fingertips.

"Don't always lean on yourself." Mo Ran said, "I'm here, you can lean on me."

If Chu Wanning had been calm and collected earlier, it was impossible for him not to perceive the sentiment, even if he was slow and hesitant, after hearing those words.

Not to mention the dark, life-threatening eyes that gazed at him solemnly and solemnly, tenderly and lovingly. Chu Wanning's heart beat with the apprehension of a torrential downpour, pounding between his soul and his soul.

He dared not look into Mo Ran's eyes again, jerked his face away and lowered his head.

It's too hot.

How can it be this hot when you are a hundred feet up?

He has always been proud and calm, but now he seems to have suddenly stepped into a territory he was unaware of, stripped of all his armour, his sharp fingers and claws cut off. In the face of Mo Ran's sudden bluntness, Chu Wanning's usual disarming tactics seem to have failed.

The man pried open the shell of his mussel and looked with straight eyes at the white, quivering flesh inside. The pearls and the sweet flesh of the mussel were exposed to the man's eyes.

This arrogant and relaxed man was thrown into disarray, suddenly feeling frightened and helpless.

What to do

What should he say

He

He was aware that his hand was still being held by Mo Ran in a fine fit.

He didn't know what to do, anxious and nervous, his eyes were a little red, and subconsciously he tried to pull his fingertips away again.

But it only moved for a moment before Mo Ran took a firm grip on it.

The man's palms are perspiring and are moist.

"Don't take it away."

""

He was so strong, stubborn and obstinate, and for some reason, Chu Wanning suddenly felt that there was something sad between his words.

Mo Ran's eyes blazed with emotion as he stared at him for a long time and said in a low, husky voice, " Chu Wanning ".

"What did you call me?"

"It was my word against mine."

Chu Wanning's body was even more tense at the moment than before, his heart beating faster than it had when he first took the sword, and he was not used to it, too unused to it.

He struggled to pick up his feet and make one last dying struggle before falling into this great abyss.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Well, it's not hopeless to know that your words are wrong"

Mo Ran's heart was so hot that she finally blurted out, without thinking, " Wangning ."

Rescue.

The last word, Chu Wanning has not yet had time to say it.

When he heard the soft voice with a sigh again, his mind buzzed and went blank for a moment.

That last word, too, could never be uttered again.

There is no cure.

no cure

They hesitated for so long outside the quagmire of love and lust that they finally couldn't resist stepping into it, and from then on, they were caught in a web of love and lust.

Mo Ran's voice was low as he gazed at him, " Wangning, in fact, there is something I have been wanting to ask you for the past few days."

""

Heart burning, Mo Ran clutched Chu Wanning's hand, fingers shaking: "No, I won't ask you."

Chu Wanning was just breathing a sigh of relief when he heard Mo Ran's next words.

"I won't ask you anything, I just want to tell you."

Mo Ran is cut and dry and never looks back.

In one breath, all the courage was poured out.

"I like you."

The heart trembles violently.

"I like you, not the way a disciple likes his master, is is that I am bold, I I like you."

Chu Wanning closes his eyes, his fingertips trembling in the man's hot, moist warmth, gradually and gradually coming to a halt.

How.

How can

He must have heard wrong, he was so ugly, so mean, so unspeakable, so uninteresting, he was useless and awful and a fool. Who would like him?

"I like you."

Chu Wanning was frozen for a long, long time, he really did not know what to say, his heart was in mourning, he was at a loss for words, he felt bitter, he felt afraid, his mind was almost blank, he wanted to do what he had done before, he wanted to brush his sleeve and say "nonsense", he wanted to say "ridiculous! He wanted to say "ridiculous", he wanted to say "ridiculous".

There was a long standoff before Chu Wanning said hoarsely, without a word, "I have a bad temper."

"You've been good to me."

"I'm, I'm older."

"You look younger than me."

Chu Wanning is almost anxious, bewildered and helpless: "I'm so ugly."

This time it was Mo Ran's turn to be stunned, his eyes widened as he gazed at the extremely handsome man in front of him, and he wondered why such a good-looking man could be ashamed of himself

When Chu Wanning saw that he didn't say anything, his mind went even more blank with panic and he bowed his head and said, "I don't look good."

""

"Not as good looking as you."

He heard Mo Ran's sigh, softer than the moonlight tonight, "Would you like to look into my eyes?"

Chu Wanning: "Your Eyes"

Mo Ran's eyes were warm, reflecting the figure of a man in white, and he said, "See that? That's the best looking man in the world."

Chu Wanning stared at him, not much expression on that frozen face, although his heart was already in shock.

Mo Ran clutched his palm, sweat stained.

He whispered again, "I like you."

Chu Wanning seemed to be stabbed, his fingers trembled, and after a moment, he looked down and said "I like you" like a sharp knife into his heart, and the blood flowed. Chu Wanning's eyes were red, probably because he had really waited too long, and he didn't know he would react like this when he heard those words. He was so anxious that he was almost crying, and he said, "I'm not good. I'm not I haven't been liked."

I have not been liked.

No one, ever, will ever be happy, proud or precious for having me.

Thirty-two years.

No one has ever liked it.

When Mo Ran heard these words, he looked at the man in front of him who had his head bowed, not even willing to lift his face, and suddenly felt so much pain, so much pain that his heart chafed and his tendons rubbed together.

It was his treasure, but it had been dusty for nearly half his life.

He was in so much pain he didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to say.

He ended up, just awkwardly, clutching Chu Wanning's hand as he couldn't stop saying, "Yes, there is."

Someone likes you. I like you.

You are wanted, you are wanted, stop being so down on yourself, stop being so stupid and talking about your best and best self, as if it were worthless. Fool.

Fool Chu Wanning.

I like you.

After a long time, Mo Ran asked him, "What about you?"

"What."

Mo Ran dropped her eyes, her eyelashes rustling, "I I'm so stupid, so uninformed, so unreliable, and I I've done so many things wrong that I can't forgive."

He paused and whispered, "Would you like me"

Chu Wanning had already lifted her face, but when she heard him say that, she suddenly met those soft, dark eyes, and was so confused that she didn't know where she got the strength to pull her hand out and turn her face away.

He did not nod or shake his head.

There is no affirmation and no denial.

But Mo Ran could clearly see the redness of Chu Wanning's ears, down to her flowery neck.

"That brocade."

"Don't say it." Chu Wanning suddenly muffled a sound, now his whole face was red, "Don't say it."

Mo Ran looks at Chu Wanning's reluctant and blushing face, angry and bewildered, and the moonlight flows in her pupils.

He sat down and reached out again, catching Chu Wanning's fingertips.

Chu Wanning trembles, and Mo Ran's fingers tremble lightly as he covers Chu Wanning's slender fingers and then, one by one, folds them in a way that has never been done before.

The fingers are interlocked and the palms are pressed together.

Chu Wanning blushed and turned his face away from the others.

This time, however, there was no more breaking away from him.

So Mo Ran, holding Chu Wanning's hand, finally realised, as an afterthought, that there was an uneasy confirmation.

Chu Wanning likes him too.

He finally, knew.