Chapter 197: The Master is not a vixen

Chu Wanning felt so humiliated by Mo Ran's comment yesterday that he left the Miaoyin Pool without bothering to speak to Mo Ran again.

He wondered how Mo Ran could have the nerve to say such a nasty thing, if he thought he would nod his head in agreement.

Just do it, why ask him?

On the second day, the elder who taught the scriptures and history was ill, so Xue Zhengyong asked Chu Wanning to supervise the students' memorization.

Shi Mei and Mo Ran are the four apprentices, but Shi Mei and Mo Ran are the busiest. The reason is simple: Shi Mei is gentle and handsome, Mo Ran is kind and heroic, both of them are very attractive to the students. He has a good temper and a beautiful voice.

As for Mo Ran, she was trapped in the group of female disciples and could not get out.

"Brother Mo, Brother Mo, I don't understand this sentence, can you help me look at it"

"Brother Mo, I don't particularly understand the difference between these two incantations, can you teach me?"

"Brother Mo."

After Mo Ran had finished explaining to the ninth smiling sister why the "Ten Thousand Waves" spell had to look exactly like the creator's drawing in order to work, Chu Wanning finally got a little impatient and frowned, glancing coldly across the rows of disciples at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran has been hung out to dry by him since yesterday and is actually a bit aggrieved.

He was used to being rude in his previous life, so he cherished it in this one. So every step he took was to see if Chu Wanning was happy, and he wondered what he had done wrong, if he should not have asked that question

Or the wrong address, instead of asking "My good master, can I come in next time" you should be asking "My good baby, can I come in next time"

After a day of being treated coldly for no reason at all, Mo Ran smiled brightly at Chu Wanning when he suddenly felt his gaze, even when he was glaring at him, as if he were a cabbage being doused with water.

""

This is a man who, simply, has not figured out where the hell all those warblers came from with so many questions.

If they don't understand, why don't they ask Chu Wanning, who is the creator of the Wantao Returning Waves spell, why don't they go around the corner and call their "Brother Mo"?

Chu Wanning is unhappy, but does not say anything, only looks at Mo Ran coldly and silently.

As he looked, Mo Ran realised that something was wrong, just as a tenth little sister was waving eagerly at him, "Brother Mo."

"Sorry, I'm a bit preoccupied." Mo Ran smiled and pointed at Xue Meng, "Ask your senior brother Xue."

With that, she headed for Chu Wanning, leaving the little girl with the pill-head with a disappointed look on her face and a long sigh as she chewed on her pencil.

"Master, what's wrong? You don't seem too happy."

Chu Wanning pursed his lips, not saying anything directly, and said after a moment of silence, "I'm a bit tired, so I'll let Xue Meng do the rounds in that circle, and you can help watch over this area."

Mo Ran nodded without question and followed Chu Wanning dutifully through the area. Strangely enough, as he walked beside Chu Wanning, he suddenly felt that there were far fewer people asking questions.

Chu Wanning was finally in a better mood when he could not hear the disturbing "Senior Brother Mo" or the even more disturbing "Senior Brother Mo", but he was still expressionless, pacing among the junior disciples reciting the scriptures, when he suddenly heard a conversation between two junior disciples.

"Brother, brother, I'm telling you, there are foxes in Miaoyin Pool."

"Ah what does that mean?"

"I was getting ready to go back after a bath at the plum pond yesterday when I heard a faint uh there was that kind of movement in the distance"

The brother looked surprised, his mouth opened for a moment and hesitated, "Could it be that any of the fellow disciples had the audacity"

"Who would have the guts to do that? It's impossible. If you go to the Miaoyin Pool and Elder Yu Heng or Elder Greedy Wolf sees you, your legs will be broken.

"Saying the same thing oh."

"It must be a fox spirit picking up yang to make up for yin, tonight I'll get some of my brothers to go and have another look, see if we can catch that little fox, that would be a credit, it's not good to let her go and seduce our fellow disciples, right"

"That's true, but did you see who that fellow student was that she hooked up with yesterday?"

" The Miaoyin Pool is so foggy that you have to walk right under their noses to get a good look at your features, I'm not going, I'm still a child, what if that fox spirit takes a fancy to me and pulls me into a double marriage with her." The young disciple was chattering away when he suddenly saw that his brother's face didn't look right, he reached out his hand and scratched it, "What's wrong with that expression all of a sudden."

""

The young disciple finally felt a chill behind him and turned around to see Elder Yu Heng standing behind him with an inscrutable face and an extremely cold aura, he was so frightened that he let out an "oops" and said, "Forgive me, Elder".

"Just memorise the scriptures, talk about sneaky spirits and double-cultivation." Chu Wanning grimaced, "You're thinking pretty well. Read your book, and if you keep talking nonsense, you will be punished." He waved his sleeve and left.

Mo Ran heard the conversation and wanted to laugh, but didn't dare to, as her eyes followed Chu Wanning's back, wondering how this serious man could love himself and want to be with him.

After the class was over, he hugged Chu Wanning, who was packing up the scrolls, and held her in his arms for a doting kiss.

Angered, Chu Wanning hit him on the head with a bamboo sketch, saying as he did so, "It was all your good idea, Miaoyin Pool.

Mo Ran held back a smile, the tip of her nose rubbing against his ear, her voice low and gentle, knowingly asking, "What has the Master become?"

Chu Wanning was not expecting him to be so shameless and his eyes widened, "You"

The pear swirls are brewing into honey, Mo Ran kissed him again and laughed, "Those master brothers are also really ripped, fox spirit picking that what haha, picking yang to make up for yin"

"I'll kill you if you say that again." Chu Wanning almost shoved the bamboo brief in his mouth.

Mo Ran laughed, "Well, it's nice to be able to choose your death and be plucked to death by the vixens of Miaoyin Pool."

" Mo Weiyu "

After that, Chu Wanning would never go to the Miaoyin Pool with Mo Ran again.

A few days later, Madam Wang summoned Mo Ran to her seat, took him and asked him something.

" Mo Ran, when you were away some years ago, did you see a strange girl in Snow Valley"

"What girl how strange"

"She should have been born white, with little blood on her face, and loved to wear red, and always carried a basket in her arms, and would talk to passers-by in the snowy valley"

Mo Ran laughed, "Oh, auntie is talking about the snow lady, right?"

Mrs. Wang was first surprised, then delighted: "You know that snow thousand gold so partial demon, I thought you had not read about it, but also deliberately wanted to describe to you did not expect"

"It was on the Master's notes, and I just happened to read it." Mo Ran said, "What did my aunt ask me about Snow Chikin for?"

"I took his pulse and found that the Yan Yang's Breath in his body is not unstoppable, but the materials needed are extremely hard to find, the most difficult to find being the ice fish in Xue Qianjin's basket." Madam Wang sighed, "Young Prince Nangong and Xue Meng are about the same age, and now that the tiger has fallen, I can't bear to help. So I thought I'd ask you and take a chance."

When Mo Ran heard this, he was both happy and sad. He was happy because if Nangong Si could be relieved of his inflammation, he would be an ordinary person, and Ye Wangxi, with whom he had a deep love, might be able to marry him.

He said to Madam Wang, "After the Xu Shuanglin matter is settled, I will go to the Snow Valley myself, from the foot of the mountain to the dangerous peaks, and maybe I can get a clue."

After Mo Ran said this, she was so happy that she immediately went to tell Nangong Si, but Madam Wang said after her, "Hey, Mo Ran, don't go so fast, I have already told Nangong Gongzi, you don't have to"

But Mo Ran didn't even hear it and was already walking away.

He looked around and found Nangong Si by the Naihe Bridge at the top of the Dead and Alive, and was about to go there when he saw a man coming from the other side of the bridge. Mo Ran looked and saw that it was Ye Wangxi, so instead of calling out to Nangong Si, he stood at a distance and watched them from a distance.

Ye Wangxi is still very handsome, her face is hardly feminine, and the techniques she has practised and the training she has received have made her so different from men that she would have forgotten she was a daughter all these years, had she not still had a secret love for Nangong Si in her heart.

Nangong Si coughs lightly when he sees her coming, and his eyes go back to the vast river.

"Your Excellency has called me."

"Nangong Si looked a little embarrassed and folded his fingers on the stone lion at Naihe Bridge before he let out a long "hmmm".

"Can I help you?"

"Nor, nor do I." Nangong Si said, not daring to look at Ye Wangxi at all, his fingers rubbing the curled mane of the stone lion, "It's just that there's something that I want to give you."

Ye Wangxi said blankly, "What"

Nangong Si lowered his head and slowly untied a pendant around his waist, on the other side where Ye Wangxi could not see it, and clumsily untied it for half a day before finally untying it and handing it to Ye Wangxi with a light cough: "Thank you for all these years. This is for you, it has been with me for many years, not the best jade, but"

He said no more, dropping his eyelids and blushing a little.

He did not dare to look at Ye Wangxi, and after a while, when he saw that Ye Wangxi did not respond, he suddenly felt very chagrined, very abrupt and blushing, and hesitated to take the phoenix pendant back from Ye Wangxi's hand, muttering: "I, I know this is not pretty, if you don't like it, just give it back to me, it's okay. I won't mind if you don't like it, I'll find the best one for you after the Confucianism School is revived.

Ye Wangxi froze for a long moment, then smiled, a hint of daughterly softness in her handsome eyes, which seemed to be tinted with a thin hue of rouge that had never been seen before at the end of her eyes.

Her calloused, scarred hand, not as slender and beautiful as a lady's, took hold of the jade pendant, rustling the wind, the bamboo leaves, and Ye Wangxi said, "This one is enough, my lord, thank you."

Nangong Si's face reddened even more as he said woodenly, "You, you like it just fine I also ugh I don't know what to say."

Mo Ran :""

As he listened in the bamboo grove, he wanted to bang Nangong Si's head against a stone lion.

Does this man have nothing better to do than to have some little wolfdogs? Why does it go round and round to "I don't know what to say"?

Nangong Si suddenly and inexplicably said, "Madam Wang told me that the violent spirit core in my body could be suppressed, and that perhaps the method of dual cultivation would not be needed to resolve it."

Ye Wangxi froze, but then, as if she had misunderstood, she gave a soft "hmm" and lowered her eyelashes, not speaking again.

If there was no need for double-cultivation, then Nangong Si could be with anyone, and she might no longer have a reason to stay with him shamelessly, she had dignity and did not want to beg Nangong Si to love her and have mercy on her. Nangong Si used this jade pendant to make an end of it, so that he could have something to think of in the future.

"Do you understand um understand what I mean?"

"Hmm."

Nangong Si turned happy at that, but was still clumsy, "Well, then you can actually call me like you did when you were a kid if you want, I I think that's fine... I'm sorry I don't really know what to say..."

He sighed twice in a row, and by the end he could not stand it any longer himself, covering his eyes and sighing, "My God, what the hell am I talking about"

This time Ye Wangxi was at a loss for words. She looked up blankly, and suddenly her eyes widened as if she understood something, and then a thin hint of blood flushed across her face.

Bamboo leaves flutter on Naihe Bridge, the hem of her garment flutters gently, her jade pendant is warm, and bright red spikes flutter between her fingers.

After a long time, Ye Wangxi hesitates, tentatively, and calls out very softly: " Si "

For a moment, I don't know if it was an illusion, but Nangong Si felt that her voice, which had been distorted beyond repair by the spell of voice change, had become vaguely soft and gentle in the blurred wind.

He looked up suddenly and saw Ye Wangxi's face, the morning sun was like a tapestry, reflecting her brow and eyes.

Nangong Si looked at her, at this face, and a vague impression from her youth came back to her.

It was a little girl, green, boyish, with flushed cheeks, long eyelashes and a very soft, sweet look.

At that time, Ye Wangxi had not yet been sent to the Dark City by Nan Gongliu to practise her mind magic.

On that day, Nan Gongliu asked them to go to the Confucianism School to try out the simplest of the illusions, which was not difficult but a bit scary, with ghosts who had died in vain, wandering around in the room with their heads covered and whimpering.

Nangong Si did not intend to pay any attention to Ye Wangxi at first and just ambled along on his own, but as he walked he found Ye Wangxi not following him, a young girl, huddled in the broken temple of the illusion, not daring to move.

He looked back at her, grunted, and was about to leave when he saw a hanging ghost floating behind her, stretching out its bright red tongue to roll her throat

"Ah."

When the little girl realised it was too late, she was too frightened to do anything but scream, clutching the sword in her arms and turning her head away.

And nothing happens.

When she opened her eyes timidly, she found Nangong Si standing in front of her, the hanging ghost had been repulsed by his sword and affixed with a lightning talisman spirit, and between the tinge of leaping lightning and flowers, he turned his head sideways and looked down at her, originally wanting to rebuke her, but the girl looked so pitiful, like a frightened cat, her round eyes opened, and without holding back her tears, they came pouring out.

Nangong Si was dumbfounded for a while before saying, "You, why are you so useless that you are even afraid of ghosts?"

"That's a ghost," Ye Wangxi cried, "if I'm not afraid of ghosts, what am I afraid of?"

Nangong Si: "Why are you girls all so useless?"

"Then I want to be useful too," cried the pretty little girl, her nose running down in aggression, "who wants to hold you back, I want to help too, but you're walking so fast, you don't even wait for me I'm just afraid of ghosts."

"Uh."

Nangong Si had no choice but to crouch down next to her and, not knowing how to coax, just watched her cry.

Sobbing and choking, "What are you looking at"

"I'll see when you're done crying."

""

"When you're done crying, let's go together, who made you so weak." Nangong Si sighed and raised his hand, flicking the little girl's fair forehead, "Follow me, I'll protect you."

When he recalled the golden glow of the sky and the clouds, Nangong Si suddenly realised that that day in his vision was the only time he had ever seen Ye Wangxi as a girl crying out of fear.

Later, she became iron and froze, suppressing all her emotions beneath a pale face.

She only remembers following the back of the young master of the School of Confucianism in front of her, from a child, to a teenager, to a young man, while she is no longer a flower.

And so she followed him silently, without shedding a tear or dragging her feet, for twenty years.