Chapter 194: Master, am I not your beloved Sister Ran anymore?

Chu Wanning, a little full from eating, said angrily, "What's the point of marrying, you're a big man and you're not ashamed to say such things."

Ran then smiled more brightly, "So, since it's not you marrying me, it's me marrying you?"

Chu Wanning was even angrier, not only angry, but ashamed.

He could never tell Mo Ran that the colourful gourd had turned out to be the same Mo Ran he had dreamed about, the one with the paler skin.

Not to mention telling Mo Ran about the dream in which they were tangled up and making passionate, sweat-soaked love.

One of the most important things in this world is the face of his Elder Yu Heng.

So Chu Wanning waved his sleeve and said, "If you speak any more nonsense, go now and you will not stay here any longer."

He pursed his lips and seemed a little aggrieved, but he was still a good boy, his dark eyes looked at him, and he rubbed the tip of his nose against Chu Wanning's cheek, very soft and pampered: "Oh, then I won't ask anything, good master, don't kick me out."

"Master is Master, don't add a good one." Chu Wanning was so soft and fluffy from his chanting that she couldn't resist, but she pushed his head against her and said with a stern face, "Don't shout nonsense."

"But it's not intimate at all if you just call it Master."

"Yes?"

Mo Ran said, "Look, I call you Master in front of people, but it would be meaningless if I called you Master when I'm alone, wouldn't it?"

Chu Wanning doesn't fall for it: "Nope."

"" Mo Ran changed his mind when one trick didn't work, pulling Chu Wanning along and calling him "Master, Master, Master" over and over again. The sweetness of each call made Chu Wanning's spine tingle. In the end, Chu Wanning couldn't take it anymore and smashed a book in Mo Ran's face.

"Shut up."

The scroll is thick, but the smash is light and painless.

Mo Ran smiled and took the book down, revealing the handsome and stunning face behind it, "I'm afraid that if I get used to calling it that, I might accidentally call it Master in front of people too. So, it's better to think of a different name."

Chu Wanning's brow furrowed: "You call it something else, don't you get used to it and run up to people and shout"

Mo Ran just sighed, "Why don't you ever bite?"

""Stung by the description of a biting hook, Chu Wanning became increasingly irritated and looked down at his book, ignoring his apprentice who was lying on the table blowing on the broken hair in front of him.

After a few moments of peace and quiet, Mo Ran said with a sense of loss, "I want to ask for something good from the Master."

"Hmm."

" Shi Mei and Xue Meng both call you Master. I also call you Master, there is no difference, I, I don't really want much, I just want to ask for something different only I can call."

Chu Wanning stopped moving his hands, straightened up and looked at him.

"I don't call it often either." Mo Ran's thick, slender lashes fell, casting a fine shadow across her nose, "Just not occasionally."

""

"It's really not okay to forget it." Mo Ran looked increasingly lost, "Just don't call it."

In the end, it was Chu Wanning who gave in.

He is about ten years older than he should be, but he still can't resist the young man's advances and begging.

He looked at the handsome man who was smiling brightly and dazzlingly after he nodded, and suddenly he felt a little duped

He seems to be fierce and aggressive all the time. But the end result is often that he is compromising and is obedient to Mo Ran.

The fish, which had been going round and round for so long, finally got dizzy and bit the hook called Mo Ran.

"What should I call you," Hook asked.

Chu Wanning wanly: "Feel free."

"How can you be casual, it's a very important thing."

Mo Ran thought long and hard about it, but his brain was lacking and even a little crude, so he just had to say, "Baby"

Chu Wanning immediately thought of the dream and couldn't bear it: "Don't."

"Chulang"

Chu Wanning was genuinely disgusted and asked with a grimace, "Do I need to call you Sister Ran then?"

"Hahahaha, not very good indeed." Mo Ran scratched his head and laughed for a moment, then began to frown and think again, but he always thinks a little too hard, so it was still bad, "Chulang baby"

I couldn't even stand it myself after saying that, holding my forehead in some despair.

Chu Wanning laughed at the sight of him, "Don't think about it, it's not as meaningful as it is awkward."

Mo Ran thought he had a point, but was reluctant, and finally laughed, "Then later, I'll think about it and think of the most suitable one for you."

After a pause, he pulled Chu Wanning, who was standing next to him tending to his books, over to him, climbed on the back of his neck, sat him on his lap and stared at Chu Wanning for a moment.

Chu Wanning is a little uneasy: "What for?"

Mo Ran then sighed and muttered, "No matter how many times I watch it, I just can't help it."

"What a mess."

Mo Ran's warm, slightly moist lips touched him, sweet and fragrant, and he held the person on his lap, and they kissed in the chair in close proximity. It was raining outside and the sound of the rain drowned out the sticky, shy sound of lips and tongues meeting.

As they parted, Chu Wanning slowly opened his moist eyes, wanting to look at Mo Ran, but not daring to do so.

Mo Ran laughed, knowing his thin skin, and couldn't help but take him into his arms, stroking him, his heart pounding.

"Actually, it's fine to call you anything."

"Hmm."

"It's nothing." Mo Ran smiled and finally just said, "The Master is the best."

The feeling of Chu Wanning on his shoulder was sweet, yet overwhelming.

He rode on Mo Ran's lap and could clearly feel the hard hot thing and he felt his head smoking.

Halfway through he whispered, "Why are you again"

"Ahem, it's fine."

"I'll help you," Chu Wanning said, her face burning.

Mo Ran was busy saying, "No, the Master has to go to the Council of Elders later."

Chu Wanning glanced at the drip: "Almost a tea time, I think."

Mo Ran said awkwardly, "It's not enough."

"Hmm."

"It's impossible to get it out."

Chu Wanning froze for a moment, then reacted and blushed even more instantly.

He was busy getting up off Mo Ran and taking a step back.

A little chagrined after retreating, and about feeling that he was acting timidly in this way, he took another step forward.

Mo Ran looked amused as he sat in his chair, unconcealed, and even though his clothes covered him, the place where his desire rose still looked appallingly hideous, capable of killing a man.

"No more teasing." Mo Ran finally took him by the wrist again, wanting to pull him over and kiss him on the lips again, but Chu Wanning's taste was so confusing that he was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist indulging again if he got his hands on him, so he just ended up holding Chu Wanning's hand.

He brought his hand to his lips and looked at Chu Wanning before dropping his eyelids and dropping a kiss. It was reverent.

At the end, he gently licked the back of Chu Wanning's hand.

"Master, you are so sweet."

After half a month of intermittent rain in the Middle Shu Area, the day finally cleared and the sun shone.

Mo Ran treads through the deep and shallow pools of stagnant water as he walks through the bamboo forest. Morning practice resumed today, but Chu Wanning did not turn up, having been told that he had gone to the back of the hill to teach some of Xuan Ji's dumb apprentices to throw plum darts.

Before you even reach the range, you hear Chu Wanning's deep, cold voice: "Keep your hand relaxed, hold the plum dart between your index and ring finger, and let the spiritual energy come out of your fingertips so that it flows out at the end of your fingers, and then throw it at the target when the edge glows golden."

"Sand."

By the sound of their voices, Mo Ran knew that the disciples had fallen short again, and each one of them lamented.

"God, it's really hard."

"Elder, can you show us again?"

Chu Wanning said, "When the golden light radiates, the plum dart will be slightly hot, feel it carefully, don't look at it with your eyes."

"You can throw accurately without looking"

Before Chu Wanning could answer, a laughing voice behind him said, "Of course you can throw it right."

Chu Wanning turned back, "What brings you here."

The group of new disciples said, "Senior Brother Mo."

One of them, an extremely delicate and lovely female disciple, blushed as soon as she saw Mo Ran and followed with a fist clasp.

Mo Ran ignored Xuan Ji's disciples and walked straight up to Chu Wanning and said, "Master, why don't you blindfold them and throw them a look?"

"Good."

With permission, Mo Ran removes the snowy green hairband from her head, three fingers wide, and wraps it around Chu Wanning's eyes, tying it tightly but not strangling her, the silk feeling like running water, the slightest tip of the hairband whipping in the wind.

Chu Wanning said, "The plum dart."

One of Elder Xuan Ji's disciples came up and handed Chu Wanning his own plum dart.

Chu Wanning said, "Three pieces."

"Ah," the disciple was puzzled, but still took two more from the concealed weapons pouch and presented them to him. Chu Wanning's long, cold, white fingers rubbed the cold metal of the plum blossom darts, pursed his lips, and then, without a word or a moment's hesitation, he saw his fingertips point, and in a flash of lightning, the darts swept out from between his fingers.

"Clang."

Buzzing and crunching.

"Oops, hit the bullseye in red but only one ah."

Chu Wanning didn't say anything, and Mo Ran said faintly, "There are two more on the target behind you."

The new disciples were not convinced, so they turned around to look and were horrified at the results. The two remaining iron darts, one left and one right, were embedded deep in the target in the exact opposite direction, hitting the red centre.

The morning sun streams through the sandy bamboo forest, Xuan Ji's disciples are shaken speechless, while Chu Wanning lifts his hand to remove the snowy green silk ribbon covering his eyes, his phoenix eyes lifting slightly, his eyelashes moving.

He handed the hairband back to Mo Ran and said, "That first sound was the sound of three plum darts colliding in the air. If you control your spiritual power well, you can make two of them recoil and fly in the opposite direction, so you can often be surprised and get the first chance when you are in a battle."

The disciples looked at each other, but suddenly a young one, with a longing face, shouted, "Elder, is there a trick to practise this?"

Chu Wanning said, " Mo Ran, show them your hands."

Mo Ran smiled and held out her hand. The young disciples gathered around and scrambled to see what was on Mo Ran's hand, but after half a day of looking, nothing came out.

She and her sisters, who were new to the school, were still very restless and often went to the mountain to buy some idle books. The list that Chu Wanning had read the first time had been passed around in private, and the girls were shy and surprised to see the size ranking.

"I've heard that the longer a man's fingers are, the stronger his hand is. A spirited sister with big breasts and boldness said, "Next time I have the chance, when I go to Mengpo Court for dinner, I'll squeeze in behind Senior Brother Mo to have a look, I'd like to see how big his hands are."

Later on, the sister really did squeeze in, running in a hurry to get the meal after Mo Ran, and accidentally knocking over the bowl of soup and spilling half of the hot soup on him.

The girl's small mouth grew slightly, dumbfounded and embarrassed, and she was at a loss as to what to do when she saw a large, slender, well-proportioned hand carry away the bowl of hot soup that was still bubbling out of her bowl and put it back on the counter, before replacing it with a new bowl.

"Don't spill any more, how bad to waste it."

Hearing his low, magnetic voice, that sister didn't even dare to raise her head before her face turned red, her head bubbling out like the soup in the bowl.

She had only dared to glance at Mo Ran, at his waist, with its strong lines, at his lapels, with their broad chest, and of course, most of all, at his hands.

"Excellent."

When she returned, she could not say a million words of praise, but in the end only these two words could come out to describe her.

All the young sisters in the room were silent then, pursing their lips, their hearts each hot with reverie and charming speculation.

Suddenly a cold voice interrupted her memories

"What do you see?"

One of the disciples said, "Forgive me, Elder, but I am too dull to see."

"Brother Mo's hands look like they are particularly strong."

She blushed and, in a moment of nervousness, blurted out, "Long fingers."

""

Mo Ran froze for a moment, wondering what the hell they were watching, and simply withdrew his hand, scratching his head and looking back at Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning Although he did not know what the long fingers meant, he was not a slow person, glancing at the female disciple's naive and shy appearance, he vaguely understood that it was definitely not a good thing, and his face gradually sank, flicking his sleeve and saying coldly, "What are you all looking at?"

Seeing the frown of anger hidden between his eyebrows, those disciples were startled and could not help but lower their heads one by one.

Mo Ran, sensing the frosty atmosphere, didn't want Chu Wanning to be called insensitive again afterwards, so he smiled and offered, "It's a cocoon."

He said this and then looked at Chu Wanning for a moment before saying.

"There are no shortcuts to grinding your fingertips, callusing them, grinding them again, and repeating nearly a hundred times before you can accurately control your spiritual energy."

After practising with them until noon, most of the disciples had a good grasp of the way, so Chu Wanning did not stay any longer. It did not matter if he taught them too much, but if he taught them too much, it would not necessarily make Elder Xuan Ji feel comfortable. Chu Wanning is no longer a young man of 15 or 16 who has just left the mountain, so he understands some of the ways of the world after all.

He paced out of the bamboo forest with Mo Ran to the Naihe Bridge.

They walked close together, side by side, the backs of their hands always rubbing against each other, if at all, under their draped sleeves, making each other's hearts feel tingly and warm, as if spring buds were sprouting.

In the absence of anyone else, Mo Ran finally reached over and clasped Chu Wanning's fingers, and although they were soon released, the tips of their ears were thinly red and their throats were hot with thirst.

After the last night of intimacy in Wuchang Town, there have been very few opportunities for the two of them to spend time alone.

Occasionally, you'll have to pester at the red lotus watering hole with the door closed and worry about Xue Zhengyong's surprise visits.

In fact, by now, just the brief touch of finger to finger had set Mo Ran's chest on fire and he whispered, "Master, can we go tonight"

Mo Ran immediately stood up straight and pursed his lips, standing by and not speaking again. Without noticing the difference, the man came all the way over and saluted, "Elder Yu Heng, there is an urgent matter, the Lord asks you to go to the Loyalty Palace."

Chu Wanning asks, "What's wrong?"

"A guest has arrived with important news about Xu Shuanglin, and Master Xue can't decide alone, so he called all the elders over early this morning to discuss the matter, except you."

When Chu Wanning heard the words Xu Shuanglin, he ran to the Loyalty Palace without a second thought of warmth.

Mo Ran followed closely behind and said, "Wait for me, I have fought with Xu Shuanglin and may be able to help."

The two of them swiftly swept past each other with lightning speed, and in no time at all they were in front of the Loyalty Palace.

The hall was filled with silence. Apart from Xue Zhengyong and the elders, there were two men covered in blood standing in the hall.

Mo Ran's eyes fell on the sword case behind one of them and he thought something looked familiar, after a moment his eyes suddenly widened and his face changed abruptly: " Ye Wangxi "