Chapter 196: Master, Bathing?

This means that Lonely Moonlit cannot be relied upon. After the meeting, Xue Zhengyong asks Greedy Wolf to go with him to the flower room to see Madame Wang to discuss how to track him down. At this point, Chu Wanning can't help him, so he can relax for a while.

In the late afternoon, he was standing by the pontoon of the red lotus, watching the fish, when the door was knocked on and Chu Wanning said, "Come in."

The moonlight illuminates the face of a young man, Nangong Si.

"The patriarch called me."

Chu Wanning said, "I heard that you and Ye Wangxi are leaving the top of the Dead the day after tomorrow, where are you going?"

Nangong Si drops his eyelashes, "We're going to Dragon Mountain."

Dragon Mountain is a stronghold of the Confucianism School outside Linyi, and is a very important place for the School. According to legend, the first Confucianism School master made a contract with a dragon, who died and turned his bones into a mountain. This mountain protects the spirits of the School of Confucianism from generation to generation, and if there are any offenders or delinquents, they will be killed in the mountain, and no body will be left to die. The Dragon Mountain is the ancestral shrine of the School of Confucianism, as the head of the School goes there every year for the winter solstice.

"My father," Nangong Si's eyes seemed to darken for a moment before he said, "told me that the Dragon Mountain shrine holds the savings left by successive masters for future generations. I think the time has come to take them out."

He had no reservations or defences about Chu Wanning, and naturally told him where the treasure was located. Unlike Xue Meng and the others, he was not as close to Chu Wanning, but was always inextricably linked to him, and only by mistake did he not end up as one of his disciples.

Sometimes Nangong Si wonders if his mother hadn't died and the cruel exchange of wives for weapons hadn't taken place at Jin Chengchi, if he would have called Chu Wanning "Master" today.

Chu Wanning said, "Dragon Mountain is a long way away, and I have heard that in order to show respect, one must fast and fast for ten days before entering the mountain, otherwise one will be turned away by the augur spirits. Since we are going there, we should complete our fast at the top of Death and Life and then leave."

Nangong Si shook his head, "Everyone at Upper Fairy World now holds a grudge against me and Ye Wangxi, and they want to get rid of us before they do. If we stay here for too long, if people find out, we will only get Master Xue involved, so we won't stay."

"What silly things you say."

""

"It is very dangerous to go outside for ten days, what if you are found by enemies" Chu Wanning said, "Besides, Master Xue is kind-hearted and will not let you two leave like this. Listen to me, don't go yet."

When Nangong Si heard Chu Wanning's words, his heart sank with bitterness and he almost burst into tears.

He bowed his head sharply and said, "Nangong Si does not dare to forget the great kindness of the Patriarch."

"It's just for a few days, what kindness is there to talk about." Chu Wanning said, "Besides, there is actually one more thing that I have asked you to do."

"Please speak, Patriarch."

"Earlier, I heard Xu Shuanglin say that the spirit core in your body is overbearing and you are extremely prone to going off the rails. For this illness, you can go to Madam Wang to have it looked at."

Nangong Si froze for a moment and then laughed bitterly, "The Nangong family has been suffering from this problem for generations, and my father had asked Lonely Moonlit's Sage of Cold Scales to see me a long time ago. If even the best sage in the world couldn't see it, how could Madame Wang have a good solution?"

"The Cold Scale Sage may not be unable to heal, perhaps he doesn't want to." Chu Wanning said, "There are too many sect feuds and interests, so it is normal for him to have reservations. As for Madam Wang, she is very knowledgeable about suppressing violent spiritual nuclei, so she may be able to help you."

Nangong Si was puzzled: "Why did she delve into this?"

"It's just coincidence. Don't ask too many questions, go on."

Nangong Si thanked him again and again before leaving the red lotus water pavilion, and Chu Wanning looked at his departure and sighed.

Nangong Si, he thought, had been such a radiant person, arrogant, haughty, and smiling when he was in a good mood, his eyes shining like the light of the sunset when he smiled.

And I don't know when I'll see it again.

Chu Wanning thought that Nangong Si had gone to return to the house and said, "Come in."

The door opened and the person outside was not Nangong, but Mo Ran, holding a wooden basin, hesitating a little, as if not wanting to appear too rash, and coughing softly before saying, "Master."

Chu Wanning was surprised: "Something's wrong"

"It's nothing, just came to ask you if you wanted to join me in the shower."

Chu Wanning was choked up, his eyes widened and he coughed softly and asked, "Where to?"

Mo Ran hesitated for a moment before saying, "Miaoyin Pool."

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Miaoyin Pool With its nine curves and eighteen bends, it's hard to see where you're going, so whatever you do in a secluded place won't be easy to spot.

Chu Wanning was almost frightened when Mo Ran invited him to take a shower there, thinking how shameful he was.

The shameless Mo Ran said, " Xue Meng just came back from a bath and said there was no one in the Miaoyin Pool" he said and blushed a little, feeling that his expression was too naked, so he added, "It's too cold, I think Master might get cold if he washes in the water pavilion catch a chill."

Of course it's impossible to catch a cold, and if Chu Wanning wanted to, he could open a boundary to warm up the surroundings, something Mo Ran would not be unaware of.

He knows this, yet he invites Chu Wanning to the Miaoyin Pool to bathe with him.

Shameless Mo Ran looked at him with dark eyes, "Master, go?"

""

Chu Wanning knew that if he nodded, he would be telling Mo Ran that he knew about his ambitions and was willing to fall into his mouth.

into their mouths

Thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that night of obsession at the inn, and Mo Ran ambled down without hesitation, giving him a thrill of extinction he had never known before.

Those eyes were tender and fiery, misty with the vapours of love and lust, and when they looked at themselves, their hearts were soft and melting away.

"Keep me company."

"Are you five years old?"

The ill-intentioned man smiled benevolently, his voice gentle, "Well, it's getting dark and I'm afraid of ghosts. I'm afraid of ghosts and I need my brother Wangning to take me with him so I can walk at night."

Bah, shame on you.

But Chu Wanning went for it anyway.

The Miaoyin Pool is indeed empty at this hour, when the disciples at the summit of death and life bathe mostly after their evening retreat.

Mo Ran lifts the soft curtain, his bare, long, even feet on the rain-stone path, smiles sideways at Chu Wanning in the haze of steam, points into the distance, and walks on ahead.

Chu Wanning sneered in his heart: you are afraid of ghosts, why are you walking faster than me?

The Miaoyin Pool is divided into two pools, the Lotus Pool and the Plum Pool, which are planted with immortal herbs and are full of spiritual energy, so most of the disciples love to bathe in them, but there are also some small pools with no name, and those are very rare.

Elder Yu Heng, with a cool and ascetic face, was walking alone along the path when he caught a glimpse of a few blurred shadows in the large hot spring pool, but his features could not be seen at all, and he could only hear the voices of the disciples talking about some nonsense and gossip.

When we reached the front and got closer to the plum pond, the fog was even thicker, almost invisible to the eye.

Suddenly, a large hand reached out and wrapped itself around him from behind. Chu Wanning's back was pressed against Mo Ran's hot, firm chest, perhaps because he was so close, and his clothes were so little, he could clearly feel the man's eagerness.

Chu Wanning was shocked and said, "What are you doing? Don't be ridiculous."

Mo Ran nuzzled his ear and laughed, " Brother Wangning, stop walking, there are ghosts ahead."

""

Chu Wanning hesitated between "Damn you" and "Damn you," but finally whispered, "Let go."

Instead of letting go, Mo Ran smiled gently, "It's so hard to let go, I can't do it."

"You're sick, aren't you?"

"Well, it's really sick." Mo Ran whispered, "Look at me if you don't believe me."

Chu Wanning was adamant, though his ears were already red: "No look."

Mo Ran smiled and laughed, but his voice became a little deeper: "That's fine, I'll do whatever you want."

But while the man's words were sweet, his hands were something else entirely, gravelly fingers brushing across Chu Wanning's throat, slowly sliding upwards before pinching his jaw.

"Don't you be ridiculous."

With his eyesight lost in the mist and his other senses as clearer than usual, Chu Wanning felt Mo Ran bend his face down and his hot, wet breath buried in the nape of his neck, sending a little shiver down his spine.

" Is Wangning's brother afraid of ghosts too?

"Don't you shout."

Mo Ran then smiled gently, wrapped her arms around him from behind, kissed the side of his neck and said, not without respect, "As you wish, no more nonsense. Then, Master, let me serve you to bathe and dress, okay"

""

It seems to be worse.

Chu Wanning couldn't stand it, the steaming hot spring mist burned up his body and mind, he felt embarrassed for no reason, and even a little humiliated, the ends of his eyes slightly red, he suddenly said, "No more washing, I'm leaving."

Mo Ran knew that he was thin-skinned, but he thought it was cute and funny how the man was backing out of the battle. He asked, "Master, can you walk out like this now in case someone runs into you?"

Chu Wanning said with a sullen look, "If you run into it, you run into it. It's better to be bitten by a dog than to mess around with you."

"Bitten by a dog"

"What's wrong?"

Mo Ran smiled, his gaze dark and not as gentle as usual because of the burning desire. He bared his white teeth and leaned down to press them against the back of Chu Wanning's ear.

Chu Wanning thought he was going to say something nasty and nasty again and was about to get angry when he heard the man say softly and dangerously in his ear, "Uh-oh."

"What does it mean?"

"Don't you learn it like that?" Mo Ran then genuinely got a little bitter, "I used to have a blue-eyed, three-flame titty dog that was called that."

Chu Wanning is speechless: "Unheard of. Besides, what do you call a dog for good reason"

Mo Ran smiled again, "What do you think?"

"" Chu Wanning did not react.

Mo Ran kissed the back of his ear and buried his head in the nape of his neck to lick it as he said in a low voice, "I've called it all, it was the Master himself who said he'd rather be bitten by a dog."

Chu Wanning froze for a moment, his blood boiling hot.

On the contrary, the man had to add, "Now can I bite you, Master"

Before he could answer, a heavy, sharp kiss pressed down.

The kiss was supposed to be superficial, but he never expected it to be hemlock, Chu Wanning was his poison, destroying his sanity and stirring up his love.

The shallow taste becomes the unfulfilled desire, the unfulfilled desire becomes the unquenchable desire.

The deep love turns into a gradual restless heat of breathing.

When the lips parted, Chu Wanning's phoenix eyes were a little out of focus, but he didn't forget the business: "I came here to take a shower, first"

Mo Ran gave a soft reply, a little like a 'mmm' and a little like a 'hum', a very sensual, husky voice, so close that Chu Wanning was bracing himself, but realised that his spine was struck by lightning and his eyes were rubbing together. The fire was hot.

His wrist falls into Mo Ran's palm and the man leads him into the hot pool, the waterfall crashing to hide their overly rapid breathing.

Chu Wanning, still a little overwhelmed, reluctantly raised his hand to stop Mo Ran as he hugged him and tried to kiss him again, whispering, "There's really no one."

"No, look all over." Mo Ran replied in a rolling, low, slow voice, hotter than the hot spring water that wrapped around her legs and feet and scalded her heart and stomach, "Master, look, am I really sick how come I'm so hot"

""

Chu Wanning's face flushed red with shame. He tried to pull back, but Mo Ran's grip was so strong that it hurt his palm, almost as if it was breaking in his hand.

The young man's breathing was so rapid, so hot, so passionate that it was almost lovely, and the smoke clouded in around him, so that nothing could be seen, except the handsome face close at hand, the dark eyes moist with love and hot with lust.

Mo Ran's throat knotted as he gazed into Chu Wanning's face and whispered, "Master, help me."

And then, once again, he took Chu Wanning's slightly open lips.

It's freezing cold, no gravy for late comers, already devoured Sorry

Chu Wanning was trembling, shivering in Mo Ran's arms, a tremor of pleasure and excitement that was not in his control. Mo Ran held him, stroked him and whispered in his ear, "Isn't that nice?"

""

"Next time if you're ready" sweat stained skin pressed against Mo Ran kissed him, "we'll do it for real, okay"

Although he had been prepared for this, hearing these words come out of his mouth, coupled with the horrible rage he had seen with his own eyes, Chu Wanning could not help but feel his back tingle and his whole body tense up.

Mo Ran, aware of his small muscular movements, kissed him more and more gently.

"I won't make you very sore, I'll make you comfortable."

With passion still intact, they were ear to ear in the depths of the waterfall.

Mo Ran's voice is full of love and low: "It will make you like it, really a little at first maybe, but I'll keep it under control"

Chu Wanning was so ashamed that he tried to run away, but his legs felt weak and numb.

"Stop it."

It was almost as if she understood that he was not really disgusted by it, but Mo Ran, in a rare instance of disobedience, did not comply with him, her moist lips pressing against her earlobe as if she were extremely seductive: "I will do it all right Master, if you are afraid of pain, use a little medicine, I will buy it you believe me, once you get used to it, it will be especially comfortable."

I have seen the way you lost your soul on the couch in your previous life.

But then, it was because of hate, because of discipline.

In this life, I just want you to hold me, to be one with you in spirit and flesh, never to be separated again, I want you to like, to be comfortable, to not be able to forget me.

He kissed him, his eyes like wet wood stirring up a fire. A word that was wicked and tender, fishy and sincere, lingering and fierce.

The first half of the sentence is respectful, the second half out of place

"My good master, next time, can you really leave it to me?"