Chapter 186: Master, Xue Meng is so deceptive hahahahaha

The man's features are untamed and handsome, his black and white eyes are wide open, and his face is reflected in the wind lamps.

Xue Meng.

Chu Wanning was speechless for a moment, not knowing how much Xue Meng had seen and heard.

"I have a bit of business and am speaking to the Master."

Xue Meng's eyes narrowed slightly as he walked over, he heard a low panting sound in the woods and thought it was some pair of ungrateful and unseemly disciples having a private meeting in the back of the mountain.

Xue Meng is not in a position to regulate such matters, and none of the ten sects, with the exception of Temple of No Mercy and Shangqing Pavilion, explicitly forbids lovemaking. Although there is a so-called "lewdness commandment" at the top of death and life, it also refers to "no prostitution" and "no relationships that are contrary to human decency".

But who is Xue Meng?

He is a disciple of Chu Wanning, the chief disciple.

Over the years, Xue Meng has always taken Chu Wanning's words and deeds as his own benchmark. Since Chu Wanning does not like to see other people having sex with each other, Xue Meng has followed suit, despising the couple holding hands and hating the couple in love.

The back of the hill is a place where ghostly boundaries can be easily broken, and it is not appropriate to have a fling in such a place.

He never expected that it would be these two people who would be illuminated by the flickering lights.

Xue Meng was dumbfounded and stunned. So he didn't even greet Chu Wanning as a matter of course, instead he just blurted out "What are you doing here?

The boundary in this area is unbroken and does not need to be repaired.

There are no herbs and exotic flowers, and no scenery to speak of.

The location is remote and you can't wander around here.

If you ask Xue Meng, "What do you think of two people who, in the darkness and silence of the night, do not take the open road to the sun, nor do they sit in the back garden where the birds are singing and the flowers are beautiful, but must go to a place that is so secluded that they cannot talk?

Xue Meng would have sneered and said, "What kind of love talk can you have in a place like that?"

If you ask him again, "These two are both men, they have known each other for a long time, they are both unmarried, their looks and status are both equal, what does young master think their relationship is?"

Xue Meng would have rolled her eyes and said, "What other relationship could it be? The fetish of dragon yang and the love of broken sleeves is disgusting."

At this point, he said, "Haha, what young master said is not true, in fact, these two are a pair of master and disciple, please young master do not be presumptuous".

Xue Meng would not even hear the end of the sentence, he would slap the case in anger and say, "This is ridiculous! What kind of animals are these? I will expel them from the mountain immediately and drive them out of the top of death and life."

But at this point, if he was told that the master and disciple, one called Mo Weiyu and the other Chu Wanning, then Xue Meng would definitely, definitely, definitely be stunned, and his face would flash in a variety of colours like a horse lamp, and finally, holding his forehead, he would sit down and say, "So what? Ask it again and start from the beginning. I think there must be a second possibility."

That's it.

Xue Meng would never, and could never, associate Chu Wanning with anything confusing, unruly or reckless, so he immediately thought he had just misheard.

But he still felt a ball in his head and muttered to himself, "What's there to say here"

Chu Wanning was about to explain, but Mo Ran gave his hand a gentle squeeze under the cover of a wide sleeve, gesturing for him not to speak.

If this man is lying, he can't even fool a three-year-old child, so it's better to do it yourself.

So Mo Ran said, "I found a cinnamon sugar rice cake here before evening."

Chu Wanning :""

Xue Meng, confused: "What is it?"

"A cultivated cinnamon sugar rice cake." Mo Ran said with a straight face, "only about ten inches tall, with a lotus leaf on its head, and a tail with a blue lamp burning at its tip."

"What kind of monster is this that I've never seen on the iconography."

Mo Ran laughed, "I hadn't seen it either, so I wondered if the Confucianism School's demon-suppressing pagoda had been destroyed some days ago, releasing some long-extinct demonic beasts, and I brought the Master to take a look."

Xue Meng was relieved to hear him say that, and for some reason he felt relieved that his face, which had been tense since earlier, had finally become lively again. He walked over with his wind lantern, looked left and right and asked, "Have you found the rice cake monster yet?"

"No."

Xue Meng glared at him, "I didn't ask you, I asked the Master."

Chu Wanning said, "No luck."

Mo Ran laughed, "That sugar rice cake was afraid that when it saw the Master, it would be eaten as an after-dinner snack, so it immediately hid."

Chu Wanning was stunned, then angrily scolded, " Mo Weiyu, are you trying to go to the Cangshu Library to copy books again?"

After all this, Xue Meng's initial uneasiness faded away and he sighed in his heart, saying that he was really, for a brief moment, actually thought that it was absurd that the master and Mo Ran guy had some illicit involvement, how could it be?

His master is the coldest cascade of holy water in the world, which no one can touch, let alone stain or contaminate.

At this point Mo Ran asked him, "Having said all that, tell us about you too, what are you doing here"

Xue Meng cooed, "I'll find the vegetable packets for my Mother."

Mo Ran raised his eyebrows, "It's the new fat cat we picked up"

"Hmm."

"The orange one with a king pattern on its head, the one that only eats fish but not meat"

"Yes, have you seen it?" Xue Meng sighed, looking helpless, "It's so fat, but it can run like hell, I've been to the back of the hill from the front, everywhere I can go, but there's no sign of it" he thought, suddenly thinking of something, and suddenly He suddenly thought of something and suddenly his eyes widened and he said in astonishment, "Ah, do you think it could have been eaten by the rice cake monster?"

""

Mo Ran actually wanted to laugh, but held it back and coughed softly, "Well, I see that Sugar Loaf is so small, and although it is a demon, it is not very useful. If it is the vegetable bag that meets it, it is not the orange cat that should be worried, but Sugar Loaf."

Xue Meng rubbed his chin, thought for a moment about the size of the vegetable bag and agreed, "Good you're right"

Chu Wanning said, "The back of the hill is dangerous, don't go any further, I'll help you find it."

Xue Meng waved her hand, "I dare not bother your master."

Chu Wanning said, "I have nothing to do, so I'll look for you for a while, then I'm off to the Loyalty Palace for the Elders' meeting.

Mo Ran :""

He was really impressed by Chu Wanning, who felt that his body was like a fire that burned when he wanted to and went out when he wanted to, and that he hadn't even subsided by this time when he was asked to stand up and look for the cat.

When Xue Meng saw that he was not moving and that his face looked different, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Mo Ran said, "It's nothing, I've been a bit sick since a while ago, you guys look first, I'll be over soon."

Chu Wanning glanced at him and then realised that Mo Ran's clothes were different from his own. Mo Ran was used to wearing a slim, black and gold tunic, which was usually strong and crisp and ideal for martial arts, but also had the obvious disadvantage of not having a cloak over it, which would be obvious if his lower body reacted violently.

"" Chu Wanning did not speak again, and in the darkness, a face that had been taught to be cold and clear suddenly flushed, like an evening sun shining on a transparent ice surface, the extreme cold and extreme warmth merging and intersecting, haloed with a crystal clear light.

From that day on, Chu Wanning would never want to meet Mo Ran in private at the top of the Dead.

It so happened that they were also busy at that time, and the sects felt that as long as Xu Shuanglin lived, they could not sleep in peace. They turned to the "Tianyin Pavilion", a public trial organisation independent of the ten sects, which specialises in investigating difficult cases, but Xu Shuanglin was too ruthless and left no clues.

Towards the end of the month, Li Wuxin became impatient and sent out heroic invitations, inviting all the sect leaders and elders to Lingshan Mountain for a meeting.

Naturally, Chu Wanning and Xue Zhengyong also went.

The last time they gathered at Lingshan Mountain, it was when Xue Meng Nangong Si and his group were discussing swordsmanship. The new head of the school was a young man who stumbled over his words and cowered in the crowd, and the masters of the Temple of No Mercy were careful not to mention the scandal of their former master.

When Xue Zhengyong recalls the day when the majors arrived in harmony, he feels as if he has never been in his life again, and cannot help but sigh.

Jiang Xi was elected as the first venerable master, and the investigation of Nan Gongxu was to be carried out by him. He is a completely different person from the previous First Lord, Nan Gongliu, who was always smiling and polite, and did not like to offend anyone, regardless of their status.

What about Jiang Xi?

Only when the results of the vote were revealed and he was asked to preside over them, did he take the seat of honour previously occupied by Nan Gongliu in a cold and unceremonious manner.

Before Nan Gongliu sat in this position, he excused himself and gave way three times, more or less making a full play of modesty and respect, and after he sat there, he even spoke for half an hour, saying that he was honoured, and that all of you should carry on, and that there were mistakes to be made.

Jiang Xi is just three words.

"As it should be."

He went so far as to say that this should be the seat he was sitting in.

Master Jiang, rich is really rich, mad is really mad, bad-tempered is really bad, and thick-skinned is really thick.

Xue Zhengyong suddenly remembered something and cooed in a low voice to Chu Wanning, " He didn't come to the Lingshan Mountain conference, more than once."

Chu Wanning, unaware of these power disputes, frowned slightly in the dark: "How so"

"I mean, since Nan Gongliu became the First Patriarch and the Confucianism School was recognised as the number one school, Jiang Xi hasn't come to any of the meetings."

Chu Wanning looked at Jiang Xi for a moment and said, "He is a proud man who does not want to be subservient to the waste."

Xue Zhengyong is a bit aggrieved: "I don't want to be beneath the waste either."

Chu Wanning smiled faintly, "Your Holiness is stoic, not condescending."

As they were talking, a Lonely Moonlit attendant arrived, stopped by their table, saluted and then brought a box.

Xue Zhengyong turned back and said, "What's wrong?"

The attendant shook his head, pointed to his ears and then to his mouth, but he was a deaf servant who could not speak or hear.

Chu Wanning watched him carefully for a while and noticed that he was different from the usual Lonely Moonlit disciples, with a silver snake collar around his neck.

"Cold Scale Holy Hands"

When the mute servant noticed Chu Wanning looking at his collar, he nodded and bowed again, lifting the box above his head and presenting it to him.

The box also had an elaborate serpentine crest on it, and Xue Zhengyong looked at it and said to Chu Wanning, "He must belong directly to the Sage of the Cold Scales."

As he said this, he looked over to Lonely Moonlit's seat and saw Hua Binan, the world's most powerful medicine master, staring at them with his veiled hat and hood on and his eyes bared.