Chapter 312: The Return to the Garden

The story line takes place two years after the ending war

The smell of rice porridge permeates the hut.

A child with pointy ears and a pumpkin leaf on his head is in front of the hearth, adding new wood to the fire. Next to him sits a girl with red hair, eating honey and watching the fire.

"I think the fire could have been a little bigger."

"I don't think so, any bigger and it'll be mushy."

"I don't think it can be glued."

"Bah, what do you know, you only eat sugar."

Chu Wanning pushes his way in with a hare, followed by a chattering group of grass goblins, flower goblins and even a moss goblin as big as a fingernail.

The tree spirit siblings sitting by the fire immediately rose and bowed towards him with a fumbling hand, "Godswood Your Mightiness ."

Your Mightiness is the name given to Chu Wanning by these wood spirits.

In fact, in retrospect, many things were already known. In his previous life, he had never known why he had been born with a Nine Songs Shenwu, or why he had such a powerful grip on grass and trees, or even why the wine gourd that had run out of Jingu Tower had treated him with respect.

Nowadays it's all understood.

He is the Yandi sacred tree, which is the source of all vegetation in the world.

After the battle at the Gate of Life and Death, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran retired to the valley of Nanping, their vicious and tyrannical spells were no longer available, but life was getting a bit dull and boring.

"It looks like a bit of a takeover." Mo Ran commented with a smile, "Just short of a tiger skin blanket on the floor."

But Chu Wanning, who is the king of the mountain, is anxious these days because Xue Meng sent them a message the other day, saying in a twisted way that he would like to come to Nanping Mountain this year for a mid-autumn gathering.

After two years, the relationship between master and disciple was finally less awkward, and Chu Wanning was naturally eager to see his former pupil again. So a month before the Mid-Autumn Festival, he began to think about what dishes to prepare for Xue Meng.

"What is the Master writing?"

At night, with the candles flickering, Mo Ran comes over and hugs Chu Wanning from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder, his dark eyes looking at the ink, paper and ink spread out on the table.

He had only asked the question casually, mainly to get his brother to bed early. He wasn't really interested in what Chu Wanning was writing.

What else could this guy be doing but working on some mechs like the Night Wanderer and sending the plans to the owner of Peach Bud Villa to build them and sell them on the cheap, with a sincere note at the end saying "I don't need to give the surplus to me, it all goes to the top of death and life".

The result was that the cost of the building was much higher than the selling price, and the owner of the horse farm lost money every time, chasing Xue Meng for money with the bill.

"Well there are no drawings being done today."

Chu Wanning replies distractedly, "It's not like I'm inspired every day."

Mo Ran rubbed his cheek and kissed him on the earlobe, "Master"

"What's wrong?"

""

Mo Ran couldn't help but straighten up and rub his nose.

He began to wonder if Chu Wanning was getting bored with this reclusive life, otherwise all this intimacy would have been met with a hard, ironic "What's wrong", with no rise or fall in pitch.

What a hell of a thing to do.

It was only then that Mo Ran finally started to take a closer look at what Chu Wanning had written on the table, and when he didn't, he took a big step backwards.

"What are you writing?"

Just now it was a question, but this time it was an exclamation full of horror.

Chu Wanning, displeased by his tone, finally put aside his pen and slowly raised his aggressive phoenix eyes, narrowing them slightly, even though the two curtains of long lashes were soft as wool, they could not hide the sharpness of his eyes.

But even the fierce look in his eyes is no match for the terrible words Chu Wanning is saying at the moment.

"A mid-autumn recipe."

Mo Ran :""

That's right, for his first reunion feast after the Great War, the Immortal Beidou intends to do his part and make a meal for his pupil, whom he feels very sorry for.

Mo Ran stared at Chu Wanning's serious, stubborn face in the shadow of the candlestick lamp and shuddered.

He can't be serious

But unfortunately, Chu Wanning is a decent guy who never makes unnecessary jokes.

He spent the next few days frowning at the menu, deleting a few dishes every now and then and letting out a quiet sigh of relief. Or he would add a few more dishes and every now and then Mo Ran would feel his stomach cramp.

When Chu Wanning coughed twice and handed him the list he had finally drawn up, Mo Ran calmly scanned the 20 dishes on the list before closing the bamboo book.

"What's wrong? Is there less variety?"

"No." Mo Ran felt that unless she wanted to see the new head of the Top of Death and Life die a violent death on mid-autumn night, she had to do something to stop her benefactor brother.

After some thought, he raised his eyes to Chu Wanning and smiled, "I just think that if the reunion feast is prepared by the Master alone, it is not sincere enough."

Chu Wanning frowned slightly, "Yes?"

"We've said we're going to have a reunion." Mo Ran followed his lead, "Then it's only natural to prepare together."

Seeing that the other party did not say anything and seemed to be hesitant, Mo Ran had a flash of light and suddenly thought that Wangning was usually strong, so he continued, "Master, how about this: we each prepare five cold dishes and five hot dishes, but don't tell each other what they are. When Xue Meng arrives, we'll mix the 20 dishes together and ask him which ones he likes better and which ones he doesn't. How about that?"

Chu Wanning did not speak immediately, but there was a slight glint in his eye.

His little thoughts and expressions caught the eye of the observant Mo Ran, who held back a smile, clasped his hand again and asked in a warm voice, "OK?"

Chu Wanning looked up at him, "It's a cooking competition."

Mo Ran rubbed his nose and laughed, "If you say so."

After a few moments of silence, Chu Wanning suddenly stood up and withdrew the bamboo slip from Mo Ran's other hand. Mo Ran was puzzled: "What is it?"

"I won't let you know what I do." Chu Wanning actually looked quite serious, "Nothing written on this counts. I'll redraft it."

Mo Ran :""

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes, "Actually, I'm not that much worse at cooking than you are."

"Yes, yes, yes." Mo Ran could barely hold back his laughter, "Master is right about everything, then I'll wait for the Mid-Autumn feast to feast on my heart's content." He said, taking Chu Wanning's hand and rubbing the fine calloused fingers from years of sharpening wood for mechs, then dipped his head and kissed it.

In the candlelight, he looked into Chu Wanning's eyes, which were unexpectedly slightly open because they were not mocked, and watched Chu Wanning's taut body slowly relaxing in the kiss.

He curved his eyes tenderly.

"Whatever your benefactor brother does, it's the best."

He was getting wiser by the day, having solved the crisis with such ease. Mo Ran gave herself a mental cheer and then, under Chu Wanning's watchful eye, got up with a smile and went to clear the dishes that were still spread out on the low table.

When Mo Ran came back to his room after cleaning up, Chu Wanning was sitting by the window, looking at a recipe he had studied numerous times.

At the sound of the door being pushed open, he subconsciously closed the volume, looking like he was really taking Mo Ran seriously as a competitor. But Mo Ran just thought it was funny that he only had a few books on his bookshelf, and only two of them were food-related, one was a book on food in Sichuan and the other was a note on food in Lin'an, so what was there to hide?

But Chu Wanning, who obviously felt the need to conceal his tactics, extinguished the one lampstand by the window and looked up at the youth: "You're washed up."

Mo Ran smiled and nodded.

Chu Wanning nodded briefly in approval, placing the books back on the wooden shelf with a careless gesture in passing, and said, "Well then, I'll go and wash up then."

Mo Ran's smile became more pronounced, "Master."

"Well," Chu Wanning turned back.

Mo Ran didn't seem to know whether to say it or not, but finally scratched his head and reminded him, somewhat embarrassed, "You've washed it before me, have you forgotten?"

""

People are always a little distracted when trying to hide something, even the famous Beidou.

In the midst of this awkwardness, Mo Ran looked at him with some amusement and indulgence, then leaned over. The window was a small place, with a chair and a row of bamboo bookcases, leaving no room to spare. Mo Ran has one hand on the edge of the window and Chu Wanning has no way back.

Chu Wanning had no intention of retreating either, and his mouth is a lot better than it was a few years ago, but he's still not used to making out in a place like this, especially when he had an encounter with the unbelievably paranoid Fairy Tramper personality the other day.

His cheeks burned now at the memory of those images, so he became more and more insistent.

Chu Wanning said, "No. Go to bed."

The response Mo Ran gave him was to come up and take his cool lips.

I have to say that Fairy Tramper and the Ink Master have very similar things in mind, only Fairy Tramper expresses them in a naked way, while Ink Master is more subtle.

But the results are the same.

Before he could resist, he was coaxed by Mo Ran into a lamp-hanging chair and, in exactly the same way as the Fairy Tramper, Mo Ran moved his fingers and used his magical breath to activate the Shenwu hell, binding Chu Wanning's hands and legs and feet to the chair.

"You couldn't have picked a more normal place." Chu Wanning almost gritted his teeth.

Mo Ran's long eyelashes ruffled in innocence as he leaned down and lifted his hand to touch Chu Wanning's face, his voice actually gentle: "I was afraid you'd get bored."

""

It was clear that he was doing something so beastly, but it sounded as if he was still a girl who was afraid of being left behind.

Mo Ran's eyes were serious: "Master, we've only been living together for two years, and we have a long lifetime ahead of us, so if we're honestly in bed every night, you might find me uninteresting."

"You're funny." Chu Wanning glared at him, "Now, cut me loose."

Mo Ran also knelt half in front of him and gazed at him.

"Loosen up." Chu Wanning insisted.

It was probably the hardness of his eyes that wounded the youth's already fragile heart, which had suffered a thousand cuts, and Mo Ran dropped his long lashes abruptly without speaking. He looked a little sad, but obediently muttered, "Hell, come back."

willow vine retracted obediently.

Mo Ran, still with her head down, added, "I'm sorry."

""

When the young man half-kneels in front of him, he is much shorter than Chu Wanning, and when he is not so tall and erect in front of him, Chu Wanning can easily realise that this is a junior who is ten years younger than him, but chooses to accommodate himself in every way.

He rubbed his willow vine bound wrists, but suddenly wondered if his tone had been a little too harsh.

Chu Wanning coughed softly and was about to say something when he heard Mo Ran bow his head and say quietly, "I don't really remember what I did when I became Fairy Tramper, but I always have some fragmentary memories."

Chu Wanning's hand, rubbing the red mark on his wrist, paused.

Looking down from above, Mo Ran's eyelashes appear thicker and longer than at other angles, resembling some kind of devoted animal, and Chu Wanning even thinks that at some point two fluffy ears will suddenly emerge from the young man's long hair and then droop in frustration.

Along with a certain plush tail that doesn't exist.

"I thought you'd like that." Mo Ran said, "But I seem to have got it wrong."

""You do get it wrong.

Chu Wanning thinks to himself.

But he reached out anyway, and touched the youth's head.

This soothing caress made Mo Ran finally lift his face, a handsome, haunting face drenched in the dim light of the candle. The light reflected in his dark eyes, which were shimmering like two rivers of stars. They were beautiful eyes, except that they had a slight reddish tinge at the end from aggression.

"I'm sorry, Master. I was trying to make you happy."

""

"It's not like I did the right thing. It made you angry."

Chu Wanning is suddenly a bit of a heartbreaker.

He sighed and increased the strength of his hand slightly, but the youth, rubbed and becoming somewhat uncomfortable, actually stuck his neck in place and did not move like a rock.

Chu Wanning wrenched him a few more times, but he still didn't move, so he said helplessly, "Come here."

The youth was slightly stunned before he half-kneeled and leaned over obediently. Chu Wanning took him by the back of the head and swept him over and against his waist as he stroked his soft dark hair before sighing, "Fool."

In the silence of the room, Chu Wanning had his hair tied back with a silk band, and his long hair fell out, not caring, but raising his hand to cover his eyes with the root-white band. There are some things that are less shameful when the eyes are not seen.

Mo Ran, who is sometimes really stupid, froze for a moment and asked, "What is this, Master?"

""

Even with the candlelight dim, he could clearly see the blood rising beneath Chu Wanning's icy skin in early spring, and he bit his lip.

Chu Wanning's head was almost smoking, and he would have pushed Mo Ran out the door if it hadn't been for the silk, which took some of the shame out of it.

He was silent for a moment and said through clenched teeth, "Do it or get out."

The Ink Patriarch is an honest man.

He spent a few moments of surprise and a few more moments of surprise.

The rest of his good time was spent religiously on lingering.

Her clothes were soon removed and her skin exposed to the cool night air, Chu Wanning shaded her eyes and lifted her chin slightly as she could not see what was happening.

It's actually quite damning, with a straight tube of nose beneath a root-white silk, the soft lines of which extend downwards to draw the eye to his lips.

On a normal day, because Chu Wanning's eyes are so bright and cold, all who look at him will focus on the two pools of snow and ice.

But at this point his eyes were covered and he had lost that aura of authority. So it was only logical that Mo Ran discovered that the lower half of his face was actually very soft, with a finely defined face and very soft, pale pink lips.

Because of the loss of vision, at the moment these lips were opening slightly unconsciously, a gesture that was too much like asking for a kiss. Although Mo Ran was sure that his master definitely did not mean it, he kissed him anyway.

Lips were moistly intertwined and his hands did not stop moving, his calloused hands caressing Chu Wanning's cheek and slowly sliding down, both of them breathing a little heavily at the end of the kiss.

Mo Ran pressed her forehead against his, her voice slightly muffled: "May I?"

The blindfolded man gasped lowly, and the colour of his lips looked more and more inviting, like the first bloom of a begonia, a very tender thin red.

Chu Wanning asks, "What"

"Right here, is that okay?"

""

Sometimes Chu Wanning feels that although Master Mo is a decent man who acts for him and never forces him to do anything he doesn't like, in some cases this "asking for advice" is more humiliating than all the ridiculous things Fairy Tramper does put together.

Chu Wanning sulks a little: "Ask me if it's okay if you take all my clothes off."

"Well," Mo Ran's face flushed a little where Chu Wanning couldn't see it.

He probably knew that he had asked a redundant question, so he pursed his lips a little embarrassedly, went over and gave his master a kiss on the side of his face and whispered, "I'm sorry."

A cold grunt echoed him.

Mo Ran didn't embarrass him any further, his eyelashes moving slightly like butterflies as the kiss went down in small increments

Here cough cough cough cough, you know, in the usual place

He was so stimulated that even the tips of his toes trembled slightly and his eyes almost lost focus.

"Is it okay?"

It took a long time for Mo Ran to recover from the afterglow of passion, kissing Chu Wanning's sweaty brow, lips and nose.

"Did it hurt you?"

""

"Do you like that?"

Chu Wanning turned his face sideways, a little weary, but feeling his heart extremely hot as he looked at the sincere, soft face of the youth, the man he had lost, the man who had fallen to hell for him, the man who had been by his side cold through and through.

Now so vividly and vividly entwined with him between the pillows.

In front of his eyes.

At his side.

Inside him.

He closed his eyes suddenly and somehow a sourness grew in his throat, but the sweetness in his heart broke through, the sourness and the sweetness met here and made his voice seem a little hoarse in the back of his throat.

Chu Wanning is a man of few words and a very thin-skinned person.

Don't expect him to answer any questions honestly in bed, so Mo Ran obviously won't get the answers to his stupid questions this time either.

But he'll get something else.

Better.

Chu Wanning lifted his face slightly. With a strand of sweaty black hair still streaked across his forehead, those beautiful eyes looked up at the youth's face before he moved over and kissed the youth on his wonderfully shaped lips.

He pressed his hand to Mo Ran's chest, where the scar still remained.

They both have a scar over their hearts.

But it's all in the past.

The scars are still there, but they don't hurt anymore.

"I love you."

Chu Wanning whispered, then as if to keep Mo Ran from seeing his embarrassment and blush, he pulled the man down and the two kissed once more.

This night, as before, they did more than one, and Mo Ran, imbued with the power of the demons, seemed to be in better shape than before, although he had been a little too good to be true before.

The bed creaked as they tangled passionately in the valley of Nanping.

Here are cough cough cough cough you know ah, in the old place

In the frenzy of " Wangning ", a nearly disoriented Chu Wanning lies on his couch, a few strands of black hair falling in front of him, and he faintly hears Mo Ran calling him from behind him, full of love, desire, infatuation and dependence.

He tried to respond, but his voice was a little hoarse from all the shouting he had done during the several lingering sessions of the night, and he couldn't make much noise.

Chu Wanning was held down on the mat, sideways and begging, and after a moment he saw Mo Ran's hand come up and cover the back of his own.

Low, hot breaths in my ears and the most sensual, beautiful voice in the world.

He heard Mo Ran pressed against his ear, solemnly, as the young man had often said in the past two years, and as if he were about to say it for the rest of his life.

No, not as if.

Yes for sure.

Mo Ran said, "Wangning, I love you."

I love you.

From the break of dawn, to the dusk of sunset.

Every day.

A lifetime.

A lifetime.

As for the Mid-Autumn Reunion Feast

Chu Wanning may be a poor cook, but his palate is not bad.

Three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chu Wanning gave up on the idea of doing it himself, after studying for a long time but failing to get the hang of it and watching Mo Ran prepare the ingredients and marinate the fish in the sauce without any problems.

So there's that scene at the beginning.

Dozens of demons made of grass and wood surround Chu Wanning, some chopping wood, some burning fires, some chopping vegetables, and some spooning at the pot.

Chu Wanning looked at the bubbling soup in the pot, the colour and aroma of which was quite tempting, and could not help but say to the two little demons who were cooking the porridge, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, we volunteered." The tree girl laughed, "We couldn't be happier that Divine Wood Your Mightiness has called us to help."

Chu Wanning glances out of the house and sees Mo Ran sitting honestly at the far end of the yard, carefully chopping a pile of firewood without help, beads of sweat dripping down his wheaten face, his clothes unable to hide his tight pecs and lean waist.

Very nice, a beauty.

Unfortunately, Chu Wanning has no mercy.

Although it was unfair of him to sneak in the monsters to help with the cooking, he had no choice but to let Mo Ran torment people endlessly every night

With this in mind, Chu Wanning closed the kitchen door with both hands, and cast a barrier to prevent Mo Ran from entering. When he had done so, he turned back to the grass and wood spirits, and then picked up the recipe from the shade table

"For the next course, we're going to make the Squirrel Mandarin Fish."

Beidou The Immortal's voice came faintly from the dining room, and occasionally some of the little demons could be heard squeaking and grunting strangely.

"Who can catch a fish?"

The smoke of the cooking curls away, the sun sets on people's homes at dusk, and the scent of tea, rice, oil and salt.

In such tranquillity and warmth, Nanping Mountain's cold, rainy and snowy winter will eventually fade away in memory, and perhaps one day, the pain experienced will become a faint shadow, just like the ink stains on clothes, which may not be cleaned once or twice, but as the years pass, the dark shadow will eventually become a gentle and light trace.

Each subsequent year of theirs, spring, summer, autumn and winter, has been the best on earth.

The End of the Extravaganza

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