Chapter 31: This Seat's Uncle

In order to show his heart in front of his master, young master ordered three plates of burnt black tofu and promised that he would not throw any of it away and would eat it all.

Chu Wanning was very pleased and gave a rare look of appreciation.

Mo Ran, who was following behind, was not happy. The Fairy Tramper emperor, who was inexplicably obsessed with Chu Wanning's approval, immediately ordered three orders of tofu as well. Chu Wanning gave him a look that said, "Don't you want to eat so much?"

Mo Ran and Xue Meng are in high spirits: "Not to mention three, I could eat three more."

Chu Wanning said lightly, "Good."

Then he gave Mo Ran six portions of tofu and said, "You too, don't waste it."

Mo Ran :""

The other two have ordered, and naturally Shi Mei is no exception, smiling, "Then, Master, I'll take three plates too."

So on the first day of Elder Yu Heng's confinement, three of his disciples had stomach problems due to bad food. The next day, the Preceptor approached Chu Wanning and politely expressed that Mengpo Court was not short of helpers, asking Chu Wanning to move to Naihe Bridge and help clear the leaves and polish the pillars.

The Naihe Bridge is a bridge that connects the main area of the Peak of Death and Life with the disciples' resting area, and can be crossed by five carriages side by side. The pillars of the bridge are decorated with nine white jade beasts, representing the nine sons of the dragon, and 360 short lion-headed pillars.

Chu Wanning sweeps the floor in silence, and when he has finished, carefully wipes the jade beast.

After most of the day's work, it rained as it was getting dark.

Most of the disciples who had left the class had not brought their umbrellas with them and were chattering and running through the puddles towards their accommodation. The rain splattered on the stone steps, and Chu Wanning looked away to see the young girls with easy, self-effacing smiles on their faces, drenched and bright in the curtain of rain.

"" Chu Wanning knew that the brightness and relief would be gone if he let them see him, so he thought better of it and went around under the bridge.

Some of the disciples running ahead of us came to the bridge, saw the sight and let out a "giggle".

"Junction"

"Why is there a boundary on Naihe Bridge?"

"I think Elder Xuan Ji set it up." One of the disciples guessed, "Elder Xuan Ji is the best for us."

The translucent golden boundary that envelops the upper end of the Naihe Bridge stretches out in an imposing manner all the way to the main walkway of the disciples' retreat, covering the entirety of the path they will take.

"It must have been set up by Elder Xuan Ji, isn't this area under his control?"

" Elder Xuan Ji is so kind."

"This boundary is so beautiful, the elders are really good."

The disciples shook their wet hair and nudged and shoved their way into the knot with cheeky giggles, chattering all the way to the sitting area.

Chu Wanning stood beneath the bridge, listening to the noise of the people on the bridge, until there was no more noise and the returning teenagers were far away, then he slowly withdrew the knot and stepped out of the bridge with a leisurely gait.

"Master."

Suddenly he was surprised to hear someone calling him.

Chu Wanning looked up sharply, but no one was visible on the shore.

"I'm here."

He looked up to see Mo Ran sitting slumped on the white jade bridge, a light suit of silver and blue armour, his legs resting lazily on the edge of the bridge railing.

The young man's eyebrows are strikingly dark, and his eyelashes look like two small fans hanging down in front of him. He is holding an oil-paper umbrella and gazing at himself with a smiling expression.

One of them is on the bridge, the forest leaves are tingling. One was under the bridge, with the cold rain falling on the river.

They looked at each other like this, and for a moment no one spoke.

The sky and the earth are misty with smoke and rain, with occasional fallen leaves and bamboo falling with the wind and rain, blowing down between them.

Finally Mo Ran laughed out loud, with some teasing, " Elder Xuan Ji, you're all wet."

Chu Wanning also spoke coldly and almost simultaneously, "How did you know it was me?"

Mo Ran pursed her lips, her eyes curved and her dimples deep: "A boundary of this magnitude, Elder Xuan Ji couldn't lay it out, could he? If not the Master, who else could it be?"

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran knew he was too lazy to cast a spell for himself to avoid the rain and, on a whim, threw down his umbrella.

"Here's this, take it."

The bright red oil paper umbrella falls and Chu Wanning catches it, the bamboo handle is still warm, crystal drops of water drip down the surface of the umbrella, Chu Wanning looks up at him, "What about you?"

Mo Ran smiled wryly, "If you do a little spell, I can go back clean."

Chu Wanning grunted, but flicked his sleeve and a shiny golden barrier immediately opened above Mo Ran, who looked up and smiled, "Haha, it's beautiful, with peony patterns, thanks."

Chu Wanning glanced at him, "That's a begonia, with only five petals."

After saying this, he drifted away, dressed in white with a scarlet umbrella. Mo Ran was left standing alone in the rain, counting the petals: "One, two, three, four, five, it's really five petals"

When I looked up again, Chu Wanning was already far away.

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes and stood beneath the boundary, the boyish smile on his face fading a little and gradually changing into a complex look.

Suddenly he was a little confused as to what he was thinking.

If only there were only pure love or pure loathing for a person's feelings.

It took four days for the rain to stop, and when the clouds opened and the rain stopped, a caravan of horses and carriages, ringing bells, stepped on the pools of stagnant water and crushed the sky and clouds, stopping in front of the gate at the top of the mountain of death and life.

The bamboo curtain is lifted and a folding fan with bright red spikes peeks out from inside.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of blue-soled, silver-trimmed combat boots stepped out, stepped on the carriage and landed with a heavy thud on the ground, sending dust flying.

This is a stout man with thick eyebrows and a large waist, dressed in blue and silver light armour, with a neatly-groomed beard, about forty or so years of age. He looks rugged, but his large, pagoda-like hands are inclined to shake a finely crafted clerical fan, which is indescribably odd.

The fan opened with a snap and on the side facing the others was written

"Xue Lang is very beautiful."

On the side facing you it says

"The world is very ugly."

The reason for the fan's fame, apart from its owner's excellent kung fu, is that the words written on the fan's face are so embarrassing.

The positive side boasts about itself and the negative side mocks others.

When the handle of the fan is shaken, the owner's narcissism can be smelled for hundreds of miles around.

Who is the owner of this fan? It is none other than Xue Zhengyong, the father of Xue Meng and uncle of Mo Ran, who has stayed outside for more than two months.

As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse's son will make a hole.

The reverse is also true: if the son is a peacock, the old man will inevitably open his screen as well.

Although Xue Meng is a good-looking man who is very different from his father, who is a strong and powerful man, they are at least similar in their bones.

They all think "Xue Lang is very beautiful, but the world is very ugly."

Xue Zhengyong stretched, moved his muscles, craned his neck and laughed, "Oh, I'm so tired from this carriage ride, I'm finally home."

In the Loyalty Palace, Madame Wang is mixing the powder, with Mo Ran and Xue Meng on her left and right.

She said softly, "Four taels of blood-stopping herbs and one Shou Yang ginseng."

"Mother, it's weighed." Xue Meng sat cross-legged next to her and handed her the herb to her. Madam Wang took it and smelled the blood-stopping herb before saying, "No, this herb and Guang Huo have been left together for a long time and have strung out the flavour. The potency of the soup will be impaired. Go and get some more fresh ones."

"Oh good." Xue Meng got up again and went to the inner room to rummage through the medicine cabinet.

Mrs. Wang continued, "Three coins of five lingzhi, and one coin of cuscuta."

Mo Ran handed her the ingredients neatly, "Auntie, how long do you need to boil this medicine?"

"There is no need to boil it, it can be taken by brewing." Madam Wang said, "When I have finished the powder, can Mo Ran send it to Elder Yu Heng?"

Mo Ran originally did not want to deliver the medicine, but after taking one look at Xue Meng's back, he knew that if he did not deliver the medicine, it would be Xue Meng who would deliver it.

For some reason, he just didn't like the idea of Xue Meng being alone with Chu Wanning, so he said, "Sure."

After a pause, she asked, "By the way, auntie, is this medicine bitter?"

"Some bitter taste, what's wrong"

Mo Ran smiled, "It's nothing." But smoothly grabbed a handful of sweets from the fruit tray and tucked them up his sleeve.

The people in the hall were concentrating on dispensing the medicine when a loud, hearty laugh suddenly rang out from the entrance to the hall. Xue Zhengyong entered the palace with a flourish, saying joyfully, "I'm back, my lady.

The fact that the head of a sect had entered without warning startled Madam Wang, who had almost spilled the powder in the spoon of medicine. Her eyes widened in dismay: "Husband"

Mo Ran also rose to greet him, "Uncle."

"Ah, Mo Ran's here too" Xue Zhengyong, a big and imposing man with a kindly tongue, patted Mo Ran on the shoulder, "Good boy, you seem to have grown a bit since I've seen you for a while. How was your trip to Butterfly Town?"

Mo Ran laughed, "It's going well."

"Good, good, good. With Chu Wanning around, I knew there would be no trouble. hahahahaha By the way, where is your master, bored on the mountain again, tinkering with his gadgets"

Mo Ran was a little embarrassed at his words, "Master he"

His uncle was fiery and impulsive, and in his previous life his uncle's death was partly due to such a personality. Mo Ran, of course, did not want to tell him directly that Chu Wanning had received two hundred strokes of the law and had been grounded for three months. As he pondered how to say this, there was a sudden "ah" from behind him.

Xue Meng froze and came out holding a pile of blood-stopping herbs, and seeing her father, she couldn't help but say joyfully, "Father."

" Xue Meng "

Mo Ran was relieved that when the two sons met, they would be fawning and praising each other, so she could think of a way to tell them about Chu Wanning's punishment.

Sure enough, the peacock, father and son, had their tail feathers up and were sparing no effort to compliment each other.

"I haven't seen you for two months, my son has become quite handsome again. He is becoming more and more like your father"

Xue Meng looked nothing like his father, only his mother, but he was quite impressed and also said, "Father is also much more sturdy"

Xue Zhengyong waved his hand and laughed: "These days, at Kunlun Snow Walk Palace, I feel more and more that all the young boys in the world are not as good as my son and my nephew, and I'm sick of seeing those girly people. "

Xue Meng immediately looked contemptuous, "That little fatty who has been in seclusion for more than ten years is said to be the eldest brother of Snow Walk Palace he has come out of seclusion"

"Hahahaha, my son has a good memory, that's him. He came to live in our house for a while when he was little and even slept in the same bed with you."

"Why don't you remember, fat as a dog, sleeping and kicking, he's kicked him down many times. Dad, you saw him?"

"Saw it, saw it." Xue Zhengyong twirled his beard, seemingly lost in memory. Xue Meng, a proud son of the sky and by nature combative and competitive, asked impatiently, "Well"

Xue Zhengyong laughed, "I'd say he's better than you. A good boy, his master taught him how to play the piano and dance, and he even flies flower petals when he performs a lightning technique, it's ridiculous to your father, hahahahaha"

Xue Meng's nostrils twitched as if she was disgusted.

A baby-fat little chubby man playing the piano and dancing, flying flower petals

"After all, Mei Hanxue has been in seclusion for more than ten years and has just come out of it in the past few months.

Now that "looks" have been beaten to the punch, Xue Meng has to compete with "cultivation".

Xue Zhengyong did not reply immediately, but after a moment's thought, he said, "I have not seen him fight much, so it does not matter.

Xue Meng twitched his eyebrows, "Hmph, that fat fuck, it's not even certain if I'll ever get a chance to fight me."

Madam Wang had by now finished adding the last of the powder and she rose, smiling and stroking Xue Meng's head: " Xue Meng must not be arrogant and arrogant, but be modest and always fearful."

Xue Meng said, "What's the use of being vain? That's what incompetent people do, I want to be as painful as my daddy."

Xue Zhengyong laughed out loud: "Look, how can a tiger's father have a dog's son?"

Mrs. Wang said with displeasure, "You're such a person, you don't teach him the good things, you teach him the bad things, what kind of talk is that?"

When Xue Zhengyong saw that there was a trifle of anger on her face, he knew that she was indeed a little upset, so he curbed his smile and scratched his head: "Your majesty, I was wrong. I'll teach you whatever you want, you're right. Don't be displeased."

Mo Ran :""

Xue Meng :""

It is not known whether this is true or not, but Mo Ran is well aware that her uncle treated her aunt with such affection that her iron bones were turned into tender fingers. She was a very gentle person, but she was always angry with Xue Zhengyong.

Over the years, the couple have stumbled together, and it is obvious to anyone who has a deeper affection for someone.

Xue Meng, who naturally didn't bother to watch his parents flirt, was a little disgusted and turned away with a tsk, very impatiently.

Mrs. Wang was quite embarrassed and hastened to say, " Xue Meng "

Xue Meng waved his hand and strode out.

Mo Ran didn't want to disturb the couple's reunion, and it was a good way to avoid her uncle's questioning. Chu Wanning would prefer to let Madam Wang talk to him about the punishment, as he could not bear it himself. So he cleaned up the potions on the table and left with a smile on his face, closing the door of the hall for them.

Wandering to the red lotus watering hole, wounded medicine in hand.

Chu Wanning had been injured and was a little weak for a few days. The boundaries that had been placed around the water pavilion had been removed, so he was not aware that anyone had come.

So, by chance, Mo Ran saw this scene

Chu Wanning, currently bathing in the Lotus Pond.

But the point is that Elder Yu Heng, who has always kept himself clean, has two other people in his royal lotus pond!