Chapter 182: The Master's little dragon

Speculation aside, Chu Wanning is reluctant to give it any further thought until he has made his own conclusions.

But he had some reservations about the suddenness of his feelings. So when the fire was finally extinguished and the group was ready to leave with their swords, Chu Wanning did not intend to sit on Mo Ran's sword again.

Of course, Elder Yu Heng, barely able to fly at 20 feet, had no intention of stepping on Huaisha across the vast ocean, so as the group stood at the edge of the rocky shoal, one by one as Mo Ran pulled up the enlarged longsword, Chu Wanning pulled out his dragon ascender.

A drop of blood from the tip of his finger was applied to the dragon's scales, and the noisy little paper dragon suddenly came to life again, rising up in the air, somersaulting several times, and then shouting around its master.

"Oh Chu Wanning, I have not seen you for many years, I miss you so much.

"Drive me to the other side."

"I am the first real ruler of the Heaven and Earth, the first dragon, how can I do the work of a mule and a donkey, not to carry, not to carry"

In full view of the crowd, the little paper dragon, the size of a hand, wags its head and squeaks, its body weak but its voice loud. A child could not help but laugh at its words.

Chu Wanning's face sank considerably as he lifted his palm and abruptly ignited a golden flame, saying in a low voice, "Burn if you don't carry it."

"" little dragon was so angry that he fell on his back and fell straight onto the beach, flapping his teeth and claws, blowing his whiskers and glaring, "There is no such thing as you, fierce and unreasonable, thin-skinned and shameless, no wonder every time I saw you for so many years, you were always alone"

Mo Ran turned around at that and seemed to be about to say something, but after thinking about it, there were so many people around and Chu Wanning wanted to save face, so he didn't say anything and just smiled and shook his head.

Chu Wanning said angrily, "You're the only one who talks too much."

With a wave of his palm, the fire ball in his palm was flung straight towards the little dragon on the ground, but Chu Wanning didn't really want to burn him, the fire ball was so powerful that it grazed the dragon's whiskers and landed on the beach reef.

"Where is my tail? Where is my whiskers? Where is my head? Is it still there?"

"Any more nagging and it won't be there." Chu Wanning gritted his teeth as hissing golden light gathered again in his palm, "Grow bigger."

The rest of the whimper ended with a comical "hiccup".

He rose limply from the ground, this time looking like a paper dragon, boneless and gnarled, and said with another hiccup, "Just this once, it won't happen again."

"As you wish."

That's what it said the last time we rode it, anyway.

The paper dragon then stretched out its four legs, as if stretching its muscles, and then a sharp chirping sound came from its throat, and a golden light suddenly spilled out of its young, thin shell and spread around it, which grew stronger and stronger and finally engulfed the paper dragon completely.

"Ho!"

In a flash, the golden light flashed past the purple thunder and lightning, and the wind rose up around them, and the coast was overwhelmed with waves.

Chu Wanning squinted, his long ponytail and wide robe whipping in the strong wind. When the golden light died down, the crowd looked around and saw that the little dragon had disappeared and the beach was silent, nothing was there.

"Gee it's gone."

A bold child said in surprise, but before the words were out of his mouth, he heard a roar from the top of his head, a roar that shook the clouds, a roar that shook the sky, a roar that turned the sea of fury, a roar that stirred the clouds.

The crowd tilted their heads in astonishment and fear, and there was silence for a few moments, when suddenly, from behind the heavy clouds, a mighty dragon rushed out, its eyes wide with rage, its claws strong, its dragon's whiskers alone as thick as those of a hundred-year-old tree, and it rolled and hovered among the clouds with a tiger's wind.

The wind rises in all directions

"Yikes."

"Abba."

The child who had lost both parents was frightened and still cried out for his father out of habit, Mo Ran picked him up and gently soothed him.

Chu Wanning, probably not expecting to scare the child again, was stunned for a moment and when he saw the giant dragon rushing down, he immediately said, "Slow down.

"Ow."

The huge dragon actually let out a grunt of dull air at the sound of the words, before landing with a thud on the rocky beach and slowly dropping its body.

The dragon is so huge that sitting on it is not much different from sitting on land, so it's no wonder Chu Wanning doesn't like to fly on a dragon instead of a sword.

Mo Ran, intent on making Chu Wanning feel more at ease, teased the child in her arms: "Do you want to join that brother in this dragon with a candle?"

The boy was reluctant and buried his face in Mo Ran's shoulder and whispered, "Whisper it to you, I don't like him."

Mo Ran also said to him, "Whisper it to you, I like him."

"Ah," the child froze for a moment, but after all, innocent and naive, he asked quietly again, "Really?"

"Shh, don't tell anyone."

The child then immediately laughed, covered his mouth and nodded his head repeatedly.

"What are you talking about?" Chu Wanning did not intend to ride with the crowd, so he glanced at them indifferently, and then the imperial dragon took off, rising a hundred feet into the air in an instant and disappearing into the clouds.

It was late in the evening before they reached Wuchang Town in the Middle Shu Area, Chu Wanning landing ahead of them and greeting some of the larger families in the town. Wuchang Town is the town that is most looked after by the top of death and life, and if Your Mightiness says so, they will do what they can.

The victims brought from Linyi were taken back to the care of some of the larger heads of families, and the child Mo Ran was carrying waved back at him as he left.

"See you later, brother Envoy."

"Well, I'll see you later." Mo Ran smiled, standing in the sunset glow, watching them walk away.

Chu Wanning, tired of this parting scene, stood still for a while and turned to leave. Mo Ran followed him and walked with him back to the school.

The two of them walked in silence to the stone steps of the mountain gate, taking one step at a time as the trees swayed and the twilight was glorious. Mo Ran remembered how Chu Wanning had once crawled back to the top of the mountain with a severely injured and unconscious man on his back when his spiritual power was exhausted.

Between the bitter and the sweet, he reaches out and gently takes Chu Wanning's fingertips in his hand.

""

Even though he had already held hands once before, Chu Wanning still seemed so stiff, so awkward, so uncomfortable. He tried his best to keep his face calm, to make himself seem bashful and at ease.

Unfortunately, the person he was facing was Mo Ran.

It is Mo Weiyu who knows his roots, his internal organs, the sensitivity of his ear moles and the fear of cold at the tips of his feet.

Neither of them spoke first, but Mo Ran, seeing that he did not pull his fingertips away again, wrapped Chu Wanning's entire hand in his palm.

It was a long walk, and he longed for it to be longer so that he could hold his hand, longer and longer.

The long and distant steps, and he longed for the road to be shorter. If it could be shorter, would Chu Wanning, who carried himself home back then, have suffered less and less.

Just walking to the top of the hill, the lofty gates are clearly visible.

Suddenly, a long figure in a white silver fox cloak appeared out of the shadows of the trees, and before they could see it, they heard the man call out.

"Master."

Chu Wanning was slightly startled and almost immediately wrenched his hand out of Mo Ran's grasp, dangling it between his sleeves, before standing still and looking up.

Shi Mei walks down the few steps, her face as clear as a lotus flower in the sunset light, bright and vivid, the burning glow dwarfing the red haze in the sky.

He is truly handsome.

Shi Mei, who probably didn't see the two holding hands earlier, looked surprised and smiled, "Great you're back at last"

Mo Ran didn't expect to meet him out of the blue and was a bit embarrassed so she asked, "Is Shi Mei going out?"

"Well, I was about to go down the mountain to buy some things for your Holiness, but I didn't expect to see your Master and Mo Ran first. A few days ago, His Holiness received a message from his master, Begonia, but I was always relieved not to see him"

Chu Wanning said, "Mo Ran and I are fine. What about the rest of the party?"

"Nothing is wrong." Shi Mei said, "The young master was at the mercy of Blackie, but fortunately it was not controlled for long and did not damage his heart. In the past few days, Elder Greedy Wolf has been treating him carefully, and this morning he was able to get out of bed and walk around."

Chu Wanning sighed, "That's good."

Shi Mei smiled and looked at Mo Ran for a moment before dropping her eyes gently and bowing, "I would love to talk for a while longer, but if I don't pick up the herbs from Lonely Moonlit, I will have to keep the deliverer waiting. I need to go first, Master, Mo Ran, see you tonight."

"Well, there you go." Chu Wanning said, "Talk to you later."

Although he could feel that Mo Ran had not let go of his hand, but that he had withdrawn it first, he was irritated for some reason, and his cold, razor-sharp eyes plucked at Mo Ran with a vicious glare.

Mo Ran :""

When they arrived outside the Loyalty Palace, they were shocked by what they saw and were speechless.

The main hall at the top of death and life was so densely packed with gold, silver and silk, precious trees and coral, magic weapons and spiritual stones, from the high seat at the end all the way to the door, that Chu Wanning could only push open half of the door, and the other half was already blocked by a pile of shiny smithing crystals, which could not be moved at all. Apart from these things, for some odd reason, there were more than thirty anxious and beautiful women standing in the hall.

Xue Zhengyong, for his part, was laughing and crying as he reasoned with a Fire Phoenix Pavilion disciple in a pale red shirt.

"No, this really won't do, you can take the others, but please take these singers back and return them to the Master of the Court. We really don't listen to little songs here, and we don't like to watch dancing, thank you thank you."

When Mo Ran followed Chu Wanning in, the thirty girls were standing by the door, and immediately a strong scent of powder came to his nose, and as he was already sensitive to the scent, he couldn't help but sneeze four or five times.

Xue Zhengyong turned around and was overjoyed to see the two men.

" Mo Ran, Yu Heng you have finally returned quickly, help me to persuade this uh this envoy."

Chu Wanning raised his eyebrows slightly: "What envoys?"

Before Xue Zhengyong could reply, the disciple turned back with a smile on his face and said eagerly, "I am the Eldest Disciple of Fire Phoenix Pavilion and have been ordered by the Pavilion Master to come and make an alliance with the Peak of Death and Life."

Chu Wanning :""

Xue Zhengyong sighed heavily as he wiped the sweat from his forehead as he watched the envoy's back, "You know, these days there are so many people from Upper Fairy World and other sects saying they want to make peace with the Top of the Dead. I haven't had many encounters with them over the years, and the only ones who were willing to deal with us in the past were Kunlun Snow Walk Palace, but this time three or five of them have all come over to give us gifts.

Chu Wanning frowned at this and asked, "What is the situation at Upper Fairy World these days?"

Xue Zhengyong sighs in contempt, "Thirty years of river east, thirty years of river west now."

"How?"

"It's a mess." Xue Zhengyong says, "Xu Shuanglin is a madman, the scrolls of memory have revealed so many grudges, even if he knows it's his revenge, but what does that change? Lonely Moonlit and Snow Walk Palace are now enemies, and the Temple of No Mercy "

At this point, he suddenly remembered that Master Huai Zui was Chu Wanning's mentor, so he immediately stopped talking.

Chu Wanning, however, was only bland: "The Temple of No Mercy is an empty and pure place, but the former presiding officer was involved in the dispute over the succession of the Confucianism School, and his intentions were sinister, so naturally his reputation has been tarnished."

"Hmm."

Xue Zhengyong and Mo Ran both subconsciously looked at Chu Wanning with some confusion when they heard him speak of his own discipline in such an unflinching manner.

Chu Wanning pursed his lips and said nothing more, before asking after a while, "What about Nangong Si?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard from him or Ye Gong Aunt Ye Niang since the robbery fire went out."

Mo Ran let out a low "ahh" and looked worried at the sound of her voice.

After two lifetimes, these two pure and good men will still not have a good end

Xue Zhengyong turned his head to look at him when he saw the difference in his expression and the obscurity in his gaze: "Mo Ran, what is wrong?"

Mo Ran could not tell the truth, but said, "I was thinking that Xu Shuanglin's whereabouts were still unknown, and that the two of them were deeply involved, and I was worried that they might be implicated."

"Don't get too hung up, all the sects have already sent people to investigate the source of all the unusual spells in the Xianxia Realm." Xue Zhengyong said, "Unless Nan Gongxu doesn't make any big moves next, he's bound to be caught. Nangong Gongxu and Aunt Ye Niang are probably just trapped in the mountains and can't easily contact each other outside."

Mo Ran said, "Well, let's hope so."

Xue Zhengyong had been informed by Haitang that Chu Wanning and the others had spent time on Feihua Island, but there was some unclear follow-up, so he asked them in turn about their recent history. Chu Wanning gave one answer and two answers, but when he got to something related to Mo Ran, he would pause and deliberately leave it out.

Xue Zhengyong, on the other hand, would never have imagined that something could happen between Chu Wanning and Mo Ran.

Because these two people look so incompatible with each other, except for their looks.

Age, identity, character.

Even the colour of their skin, the taste of their food, their sleeping position, all of these things are the same.

For so many years, Evening Yu Heng has always stood for purity, Beidou has always stood for coolness, and Master Chu is a loverless man who cherishes his own face above all else, so how could he be with his own disciple?

Even the most daring and absurd books would not dare to write such a paragraph, and if any storyteller could tell it, he would probably be spat on and poured with a large bowl of tea and beaten under a beechwood table.

But the love grew just like that.

In the dimly lit, untouched nooks and crannies, a hidden and delicate flower blooms. Although it is not yet in full bloom, its fragrance is already exquisite. Now that we are back at the top of life and death, Chu Wanning went to Mengpo Court for dinner that evening.

Pushing open the door of the red lotus water pavilion, I suddenly saw a person standing quietly on the long stone steps along the pathway with bamboo leaves.

At the sound of the movement, the man turned back, the lush haze staining his back with unrestrained ink, painting his handsome cheeks with a golden edge.

Mo Ran smiled and said to Chu Wanning, "Sifu."

Chu Wanning's white silk footsteps pause, and memories suddenly overlap, as if she sees Mo Ran standing at her door every day, seeing her out and waiting for her return, during her first year on the summit of death and life.

The only thing is that the young man is no more, and the Elder Yu Heng has long since become the master he has called a million times.

The deference was tempered by a very restrained eagerness and a not so restrained tenderness.

"What are you doing here?"

"Waiting to have dinner with you."

Chu Wanning's eyes fell on a food box he was carrying and said, "I want to go to Mengpo Court today, it's been a while since I've been there and I don't want to stay in the watering hole to eat."

Mo Ran was slightly stunned, then understanding, he smiled, "Master misunderstood, this food box is empty, I just went to bring some rice to Xue Meng, his appetite is not good, I borrowed a small stove and cooked a bowl of hanging noodles for him."

As far as Chu Wanning could remember, the two men had never gotten along well, and although they were cousins, they could fight to the death within a burning hour of each other.

I don't know when it was, but perhaps the five years of slumber were too much, or perhaps Mo Ran and Xue Meng had grown older, but in any case, without their master noticing, the relationship between the two men had begun to dissolve and ease.

Nowadays, although they are far from being brothers, at least Xue Meng remembers to make an ugly Mo Ran when he is making clay figures, and Mo Ran will cook a bowl of noodles for Xue Meng when he is sick and bring it to his bedside.

Chu Wanning sighed, "How is he? He was still sleeping when I went to see him earlier."

"He's awake now, ate his noodles and wanted to go out for a walk, but I had to persuade him to go back to lie down." Mo Ran said, "The game of Zhenlong is not like any other. A person who has been hit by a black piece should rest for a while, even if it is not deep."

"Hmm."

Chu Wanning responded, but with some misgivings.

He suddenly felt vaguely uncomfortable about something, as if Mo Ran was a little too clear, too blasé about the pros and cons of Zhenlong's pawn attrition.

"Master."

Chu Wanning turns around and Mo Ran smiles and asks, "What's on your mind?"

"It's nothing." It should be that he was overthinking things, Mo Ran was at least a Patriarch nowadays, so it wasn't surprising that he knew something about forbidden arts.

He digressed and said, "Where to eat I don't want to go outside."

"I didn't want to go out to eat either." Mo Ran rubbed his nose and laughed low, his voice warm and elegant, "Just wanted to be with you and go eat anywhere."

Chu Wanning wouldn't admit to being a little bit tempted, but he couldn't help but look into those dark, warm eyes for a moment longer.

Those eyes were red, bright, reflecting the haze and their own reflections.

Very simple and clean.

He couldn't think of any reason to refuse such a pair of eyes, so he ended up in the hot dining hall with Mo Ran.

Perhaps it's because the thin layer of paper has finally been broken, as Mo Ran used to offer him food without a care in the world, even raising her hand to wipe away some soup stains from the corner of Chu Wanning's mouth with a smile. But now they were both serious, blushing at the sight of each other.

At the end of the meal, Chu Wanning rose to put away his tray when Mo Ran called out to him, "Master, wait a minute.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Ran reached out and stopped the moment her fingers were about to touch Chu Wanning's face.

He withdrew it, nodded at the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Here, you have a grain of rice."

""

Chu Wanning froze in place for a moment, then put down his tray and wiped the rice grains with his handkerchief as if very calmly, before pursing his lips and whispering, "Any more?"

Mo Ran smiled and said, "No more, it's clean."

Chu Wanning just picked up his plate again and walked away. He was mortified and embarrassed, but also had a vague sense of loss that he was not so willing to admit

Mo Ran used to lift his hand straight away, and this man's sudden conformism made him feel uncomfortable.

This was the case for several days afterwards.

He was once such an uninhibited man, but now he is like a young man in love, trying his best to treat Chu Wanning well, but not doing anything too aggressive. Sometimes Chu Wanning could see the burning desire in his eyes, but the man's eyelash curtain would fall silently, and then his broad palm would wrap around Chu Wanning's ten fingers.

When he raised his eyes again, the lust in his gaze was all but hidden by tenderness.

But there is so much tenderness that sometimes Chu Wanning gets a vague and indeterminate feeling.

It's as if Mo Ran is dealing with a clay figure that has been broken into pieces and then glued back together, bit by bit, for fear that if he moves too much he will crush it to pieces, to powder.

Chu Wanning thought it would be a good idea to take it easy and not move too fast. The dream was exciting, but he was afraid he would not be able to stand it if it came true.

But no matter how much you press on, no matter how much you follow the steps of a relationship, there will still be an end to it.

On this day, after his usual dinner, he took a peach and prepared to leave.

"What do you do?"