Chapter 343: Extraordinary Competition for Favour I

This is Chu Wanning's second birth day since he retired.

His first birth day, last year, was unfortunately absurd.

On that day last year, Mo Ran's body was in the hands of the Fairy Tramper personality. Although Mo Ran in his Tramper state does not fully remember what he did in his Fairy Tramper state, he can still recall some of it in bits and pieces.

Fairy Tramper, an honest man who felt that "gold is my heart", and who had no love for the world, simply believed that the best way to express his love was in two ways.

I. Sleeping with him repeatedly.

Second, give him money to spend.

There was nothing wrong with it, but sleeping with him repeatedly meant that Chu Wanning was the only one in the world who could ignite his love, and spending money on him meant that Chu Wanning was the only one on earth who could touch his wallet. It's a little rustic, but the emperor can't think of anything more elegant, so he can get by with it.

But it was the timing of Fairy Tramper's gold delivery that was the problem, he had the family up all night on their birthday and came back the next day with nine large baskets of gold bars clattering in front of the house, waving his hand in a glorious manner and saying, " Chu Wanning, this is my reward for you, are you happy with what you see? "

It is not known what was behind it, but Fairy Tramper had already been smashed to the ground, along with his gold bar, by a heavenly question summoned by Chu Wanning.

Poor Fairy Tramper couldn't figure out why he was getting such a beating for paying someone after he slept with them. He really didn't mean anything by it, he just wanted to prove his point, what's wrong with giving money after sleeping?

Should I be charged once for a single movement, 50 for a small movement and 80 for a large one?

Eighty-eight Eighty-eight Ten

He sat silently on a tree stump, wondering what he would have done if he had been in his other persona. After thinking for a long time, he decided that in that case, he would not have given the gold directly, but would have exchanged it for soft and comfortable clothes, exquisite dishes, fresh and interesting artefacts, and perhaps a charity for the poor on Chu Wanning's birthday, which would have won him praise.

It's so flirty.

Fairy Tramper thought indignantly, pounding her leg in anger: how cunning, how mean, and how dogged!

Chu Wanning also felt that the Ink Master was honest.

Ugh.

Only he knows what he is in this world

The Mo Zong Shi those seemingly gentleman like the wind is actually a bunch of flowery behavior, really make him unashamed to send gold how to send gold is not good how real and simple

How can these people not see his heart of gold

He turned his back on the cottage where he lived with Chu Wanning, resting his cheeks and legs on a tree stump, sulking for half a day, and finally Chu Wanning came out to talk to him, showing signs of reconciliation, but then the horse owner of Peach Bud Villa came up the hill, crying and crying, crossed the boundary, hugged Chu Wanning's thigh and started complaining.

" Master Chu, it doesn't make sense that Mo Ran has somehow come down and emptied two warehouses of my Peach Bud Villa, saying that a smile is worth a thousand dollars"

Chu Wanning's face, which had just eased up, turned blue again.

That night, Chu Wanning did not allow Mo Ran to enter the house until he had switched back to his personality as Master Mo. Mo Ran later wrote 3,000 times, "I will never again steal a chicken from the mountain and take money for a crime, even on credit", before the story was concluded.

After such a painful experience last year, Mo Ran will not dare to take it lightly this year.

Fortunately, this year's date counted as the day of his master's birthday, and he was the more normal one for his consciousness to dominate his body, so nothing should go wrong.

Although in the memories of Fairy Tramper that he casually shared, he saw that Fairy Tramper still wanted to prepare some early congratulatory gifts for his master this year, Fairy Tramper by nature could not show up on the day and probably could not make any waves. This is probably just because he was given the cold shoulder last year and was afraid that this year's line up for Master Mo would overpower his own, so he wanted to compete for favour.

Let's argue about it.

The Mojongmaster thought with an old-fashioned sense of calmness that everyone's hardest opponent to defeat was himself, and he was fearless.

And to be honest, he was actually interested to see which state of his own preparation of congratulatory gifts would best please his master this year.

"Birthday Present"

Xue Meng stared, rather unexpectedly, at Mo Ran, who had quietly visited him in his bedroom. The latter was sitting at a square table made of huanghuali pear and plum blossoms, fiddling with the tealight in front of him, laughing: "Yes, what do you think would be the most satisfying thing to give someone?"

"Who are you giving it to?"

"A close person."

As Chu Wanning was a cold man, he never used to celebrate his birthday at the top of the world of death and life, and he would not tell his disciples what day of the month his birthday was. When Chu Wanning and Mo Ran went into seclusion, Mo Ran pestered him repeatedly before he finally gave in to Mo Ran's wishes, but asked him not to tell anyone, especially Xue Meng, about it.

So naturally, Xue Meng would never have guessed it was him.

But when I thought about it, I couldn't find anyone else worthy of Mo Ran's attention. As Xue Meng thought about it, it occurred to her that her birthday was approaching.

Xue Meng was stunned, and then a wave of warmth came over him. The way he gazed at Mo Ran was instantly warm.

Mo Ran :""

Xue Meng coughed lightly, and although he was happy, he maintained his high spirit and reserve, and said indifferently, "The birthday is a matter of the heart's desire, not the most important gift."

Mo Ran said, "I still need to send some, that person is very close to me. Not only do I have to send them, I have to send the best."

"How's that for a good time. I don't lack any objects either"

Mo Ran, slightly stunned: "What?"

"Ahem I mean, people don't necessarily lack any objects either."

"Whether he lacks it or not is one thing, whether I send it or not is another."

Xue Meng's heart was even more in flight, secretly saying Mo Ran now really on the road, but so brotherly and considerate, really call people touched. It took him a lot of strength to keep his face tense and pretend to be calm as he mused, "If that's the case, then let me think about it for a while."

"Good."

" Jiangdong Court How about the new set of gold and silver silk adorned with emerald feathers soft armour "

""

The outfit was a shimmering, glittering, glamorous peacock, but Chu Wanning could not have imagined the effect on her. Mo Ran is silent for a moment, deliberates, and politely says to Xue Meng, "It suits you." It didn't suit him.

Xue Meng was pleased: "Then it's settled, this is it."

"Let's think about it." Mo Ran, not wanting to impugn his taste, said implicitly, "Jiangdong Court's clothes are good but not precious, help me think of something more precious"

Xue Meng's eyes widened abruptly and she stammered, "How can I say that?"

""

"Ahem I mean, just about, no need to go to such lengths."

"Birthdays come once a year, there's no need to save money."

Xue Meng was overwhelmed. He lowered his head for a moment, then raised his hand and patted Mo Ran's shoulder: "Don't say anything, brother, I will remember your words today."

Mo Ran :""

Mo Ran left the summit of death and life with his cloak on, still without any inspiration from Xue Meng.

On the contrary, he found Xue Meng's mood today very inexplicable and even perverse, showing joy, excitement, emotion and so on at every turn. Although he tried to restrain himself, the effect was minimal.

Is it too tiring to be the head of the school?

Should we write a letter to remind Elder Covetous Wolf to check Xue Meng's pulse in time to avoid any delay in her illness?

Over the next few days, Mo Ran visited all the famous houses and shops in Xianxia, and he went through all the exotic treasures. It was not that the treasures were bad, but he felt they were either too vulgar, too gaudy or too ordinary for his loving heart. He wanted to make all his love tangible and offer it to Chu Wanning, but he did not know what would be enough to hold his love. He had an ocean in his heart, but there was only Spoonful in the red earth.

How could there be nothing in the world that could fit into the earth he wanted to give to Chu Wanning?

He was a bit delirious with anxiety.

He even managed to get a copy of the Xianxia Gift List from the black market, which the little gnome who sold it boasted was a detailed list of gifts given to each other by the most prominent figures in Xianxia over the last thirty years.

Whether the bookseller was bragging or not, Mo Ran believed him and studied the book for a long time.

" Nangong Si once gave Ye Wangxi a handkerchief with a team of embroidered edges."

" Rong Yan once presented Nangong Si with an arrow capsule, made by Madame Rong herself."

""

Mo Ran sighed and his eyes darkened as he read these accounts of his deceased friend.

Ye Wangxi, who has been wandering the world all these years and has made a name for herself, intends to save up some money after her travels around the world and reopen a small school at the Linyi Confucianism School.

It is said that many years before Nangong Changying founded his school, a nobleman from Linyi had established an academy and taught his students the six virtues, six virtues and six virtues, and that Changying was the last disciple of this academy. Later, when the school declined, Nangong Changying was able to integrate the teachings of his master and develop his own philosophy of the Seven Precepts of Confucianism, which led to the creation of the School of Confucianism. This is how the Confucianism School was founded, and how Linyi has been proud of the Xianxia community for centuries.

The Confucianism School is now gone, its glory gone, but Ye Wangxi has at least kept the flame of Confucianism alive in the form of the original school.

Perhaps in another thousand years it will be another reincarnation.

Mo Ran shook her head and read on

" Nan Gongliu had presented Qi Liangji with seven pieces of silk bibs in the form of phoenixes wearing peonies, the edges embroidered with gold threads to ward off evil spirits You are a slut, why are you wearing Rong Yan's clothes and other obscenities"

""

As he finished reading the words, Mo Ran froze and then felt a strong wave of nausea, so he let out a disgusted "yelp" and hurriedly turned the pages of the "Confucianism School Gift List".

" Lonely Moonlit Gift Chapter."

"Presented to Jiang Yechen by his female disciple, Zhao Tiantian, in the form of a pair of jadeite clasps."

"Presented to Jiang Yechen by his female disciple Zhou Yanyan with a folding fan of phoenix feathers."

"Presented to Jiang Yechen by his disciple Zhang Chunchun, a golden ear censer."

All of this runs to some 40 pages.

All of them are records of Jiang Xi's female disciples in the sect giving him things back when he was not yet the head of the sect, interspersed with even a few very thoughtful brothers and sisters.

Mo Ran can't help but ponder Jiang Xi, he didn't make his fortune from beauty, did he?

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"The above forty pages of gifts were all discarded by Jiang Yechen."

Row.

It was he who misunderstood him.

Jiang Yechen is a wonderful man.

After looking through the pages, Mo Ran couldn't find any inspiration for a gift, but somehow she saw that Mei Hanxue had recently given Xue Meng a top quality Tianshan Snow Lotus, which is a miracle brain tonic.

Snowdrops are a good thing, the Master is so smart, and although he doesn't need a tonic, it would be very appropriate if he could pick them to raise a pool.

It is a pity that after Chu Wanning retired, he loved the days of barking at the woodshed door and returning home in the snow, and did not like to make a big show of it. Otherwise, if he had done what Fairy Tramper wanted, the whole of Nanping Mountain would have been built up by now, and it would not have remained a quiet and relaxed place with two huts and a courtyard.

Mo Ran sighs and closes the volume.

The sun was setting and the windows were lit up with a gentle orange light. Today, on the spur of the moment, the master had wrapped some dumplings and by now they were ready. The sound of jade on porcelain came from the kitchenette: "Mo Ran, come and help."

"This is coming."

The smell of his favourite food is flowing from the depths of Nanping's bamboo forest at the moment. It's not as strong as a hot pot, but every time, it irritates the heart with a calmness and gentleness like water.

In the kitchen, a small yellow and white dog they had adopted last year came lurching out and helped Chu Wanning to urge Mo Ran on, circling him twice, wagging his tongue and leading him all the way over.

"Take the dining table out into the courtyard, wipe it down, and hold a small jar of wine."

Chu Wanning stands in front of the stove, the lid of the wooden pot has been lifted and inside are the full, round dragon dumplings, the thin, crystalline skin of the dumplings wrapped in a delicate meat filling, waiting to be fished into a bowl and sprinkled with the red, fragrant topping. Chu Wanning asks casually in the steaming mist, "What are you reading out there, you're so absorbed?"

"Idle books." Mo Ran laughed, rolling up her sleeves to move the wooden table.

The muscles and meridians are brought out in sharp relief when the arms are pressed.

Chu Wanning said with a frown, "Read more good books. I have heard that there are a lot of ridiculous books out there recently, so don't bring them back to Nanping Mountain. There are many wood spirits and monsters visiting here, and some of them are still young, so reading them will not help, and they will be taught a bad lesson."

Mo Ran laughed and said, "Yes."

Carrying the table, he went out with his little dog barking happily.

While eating, Mo Ran chews on her chopsticks and stares out.

And the little earth dog crouched at the table for two, clicking and biting into an unsalted meat bone with gusto.

Chu Wanning looked at him and then at the dog and thought that the man and the dog were alike, except that one was chewing on a stick and the other on a bone. He asked, "What's on your mind?"

Mo Ran came back to her senses, "Ah Master. I was thinking."

"Hmm."

Mo Ran wants to say something but doesn't.

Of course he couldn't ask Chu Wanning what he wanted; for one thing, his master would certainly not say, and for another, even if he did, the surprise would be lost and might not be as effective as Fairy Tramper's nine baskets of gold.

So Mo Ran switched to a more tactful approach and asked carefully, "I wonder if there is anything else we need at home, Master?"

"No need. It's all set." Chu Wanning said, "I've even found it a bit noisy and cramped since I got the dog's head, so I don't need anything more."

The dog's head is the little earth dog, who has now finished chewing on the bone and has come upside down to chew on the corner of Chu Wanning's robe.

He was a naughty boy by nature and was brought back to life when he was dying, but Chu Wanning brought him back to life and he lived with them. Chu Wanning always despised him and disliked him, but he still spoiled him, even though the corners of his robe had been chewed up, he only scolded him for being noisy and never even smacked him.

The dog's head wags its tail in delight.

Mo Ran asks, "Well, let's enlarge the house a bit."

"It takes a lot of work and is too annoying."

""

"I'll do it all by myself."

"It's noisy enough as it is, and you're making a mess of it." Chu Wanning raised her eyes and glared at him, "If you have money to spare, why don't you go down the mountain and give it away? One for the dog, one for you and one for me?"

"Or the Master and I can share a room, and the dog's head can live by himself."

"Then it might drift to the point where it doesn't know who it is."

"Pfft." Mo Ran smiled down and asked, "Dog head, see if I treat you well I'll squeeze in a room with my master and build you a separate one, where are you going to find a master who loves you so much"

The yellow and white dog's head slants over his eyes and looks at him with a cool, human-like expression. As if to say, "Why are you sharing a room with Chu Wanning if you don't know what you're doing?

""

No results.

As his birthday was drawing nearer and nearer, Mo Ran couldn't help but be sleepless that night, and after Chu Wanning had fallen asleep, he put his hands on the back of his head and stared at the roof beam for half a day.

It would be a good idea to make the Nanping hut more beautiful and comfortable again for his birthday. But that would require more land, a house, and ideally some treasure hunting, armour charts, a Cangshu Library, a mech room, and a treasure chest.

Forget it, I can see how the Master would be upset that he hadn't spent the money in the right place and that it would be too much trouble to take care of.

As he was despondent, he heard a strange movement from outside.

Mo Ran caught it in a flash.

Dog Head

No. His eyes flickered to the yellow and white dog curled up in the corner, asleep, and he immediately dismissed the idea.

Could it be a petty thief

However, the place where they had retired was bounded, and except for Xue Meng and Ma Yun, who had been given tokens to enter and leave, no other mortals were allowed to enter easily.

Unless the visitor is not human.

It seemed to be something that was silently approaching their house. Mo Ran held his breath and was about to sit up quietly and look out of the window when he heard the object approaching the hut "duk duk duk" and three small knocks on the door.

""

Who on earth would come up to Nanping Mountain at this time of night and knock on their door?