Chapter 51: The Master of this Throne poof hahahaha

For the next three days, Chu Wanning did not look well and was very grumpy.

Even Xue Zhengyong could feel the murderous aura around him and did not dare to talk to him too much.

Although Chu Wanning was reluctant to admit that he had any ill feelings towards Mo Ran, he could not help but feel angry and sour at the sight of his two pupils in front of the stake.

He was a little disgusted.

It's not just disgusting for others, it's mostly disgusting for yourself.

Mo Weiyu and himself are just master and disciple, what does it matter to him who he likes to stick to and who he likes to tangle with?

Why do you think it's your business to throw down a willow vine if you don't like whoever is next to you?

So what if he had those unspeakable desires for Mo Ran? He had always prided himself on having enough self-control and pride to keep his heart in check, enough to choke out that terrible desire over time.

It is a feeling that no one will ever know about, except for themselves.

Nothing will be left but the brocade of merriment left on the side of the Ghost Master, a tangled section of black hair between him and Mo Ran.

Mo Ran will never know his heart, just as Mo Ran will never know that at the bottom of Jin Chengchi, it was not Shi Mei who saved him from severe pain, but his own heart that had changed with Shi Mei.

But what is this now?

Is it jealousy?

This thought caused Chu Wanning to choke solidly.

For several months afterwards, he avoided contact with Mo Ran and did not communicate much beyond his daily training instructions.

As the end of the year approached, one day Chu Wanning was returning from a descent into the mountains and was walking in front of the mountain gate when snow suddenly began to fall.

Soon, the summit of death and life was covered in silver, and Chu Wanning, chilled to the bone, tightened his robe and strode towards the Loyalty Palace.

A charcoal fire was built in the hall, and the wood crackled and popped in the copper basin.

Chu Wanning had come to return orders to Xue Zhengyong, but instead of the Lord being here, he ran into Mo Ran.

There is no one else at the Loyalty Palace, and it is the first time Chu Wanning has been alone with him in months, so it is a little awkward. Not to mention the fact that this is where that absurd dream took place.

Speaking of that dream, Chu Wanning actually had it again many times upside down, each time with vivid images, and at first Chu Wanning would struggle with it, but then he just got used to it and let the Mo Ran in the dream rant like a little maniac, and he managed to count Mo Ran's eyelashes, one, two, three, at his leisure.

But the dream always ended abruptly at some point, and after a series of such dreams, Master Chu decided that he must have been too pure in nature to have such an obscene thought.

With this in mind, Elder Yu Heng, with his fragile, glazed virgin heart, was able to salvage some of his dignity.

However, the pairing of Mo Ran and Loyalty Palace still strikes Chu Wanning as intuitively dangerous.

The young man, who had no feeling, saw him, stretched his dark brows and grinned, "Master, you're back."

"Hmm."

"Looking for uncle? He's gone to his aunt's temple, she's a bit unwell and he can't leave on guard. If you have anything to do, I will relay it to him."

Chu Wanning pursed his lips and said lightly, "No need."

After saying this, he turned to leave.

Mo Ran stopped him, "Wait a minute, Master."

"What"

He turned around as he spoke, only to be caught off guard by Mo Ran's outstretched hand brushing against his dark brow.

Mo Ran dusted it off and couldn't have said more naturally, "Look at you, you're covered in snow."

Chu Wanning was frozen for a moment.

The young man chanted, removed the snow and took a white towel to wipe his damp hair.

Chu Wanning is afraid of the cold and must not catch it, otherwise he is very susceptible to illness.

In a previous life, after Chu Wanning was placed under house arrest, he used to sit in the courtyard and watch the koi leap about, unaware that the snow had fallen.

After the spirit nucleus was removed, the master became weaker and weaker, often lying in bed for more than half a month, not getting well even after doses of medicine.

So Mo Ran saw another snowflake fall on his brow and shoulder, half melted and half frozen, and subconsciously tried to dust it off for him.

Halfway through rubbing her hair, however, she suddenly realises that such a gesture seems too intimate and looks up to meet Chu Wanning's furtive eyes.

Chu Wanning was glaring at him: ""

Mo Ran's hand retracted sarcastically, "Ahaha, I have overstepped my bounds, Master, wipe it yourself."

When he became confused, Chu Wanning was relieved.

Dreams are, after all, just dreams.

The apprentice was the same as ever, a far cry from the man in the dream who had called himself "this one".

Chu Wanning was silent for a moment, took Mo Ran's handkerchief, took off his cloak and went to the fire to toast his hands and wipe the melting snow from his hair.

"Since when do you know how to overstep your bounds," he said, squinting as the firelight reflected on Chu Wanning's face, "and not always be out of line?"

Mo Ran :""

No one speaks for a while as Chu Wanning finishes wiping his hair and absently puts the towel away, giving Mo Ran another faint glance.

"But then again, what are you doing here"

Mo Ran said, "It's the end of the year, I've got a year's worth of files to sort out, I'll help."

Chu Wanning interrupted him, "I know there's a year's worth of files to sort out, but isn't that Shi Mingjing's job?"

Mo Ran: "The Master has a good memory."

Chu Wanning was unmoved by the flattery: "Where are the others?"

"He said this morning that he had a headache and a fever, and he was sweating all over." Seeing the look in Chu Wanning's eyes, Mo Ran said, "I'm sorry, Master, I was the one who advised him to rest in bed. You mustn't blame him for being lazy."

The reply was like a sharp needle, and Chu Wanning's brow furrowed as he took a moment of silence to ask, "Is he all right?"

Mo Ran was relieved to see that he did not rebuke: "I just brought him medicine to drink when I came out and saw him sleeping before I left. A little wind chill should heal in two or three days. Thank you for your concern, Master."

"What do I care about you guys, just a casual question."

Mo Ran :""

"Gone. You tidy up."

Chu Wanning said and walked away.

Mo Ran thought he would be punished by his master, but he did not expect Chu Wanning to let him off so easily.

As the man walked alone in the snow, Mo Ran grabbed the umbrella leaning against the doorway and ran out into the snow.

"Master."

"Wait a minute, Master."

Chu Wanning turned back around and Mo Ran stopped in front of him, shaking the snow from his umbrella and holding it out squarely over the two of them.

"It's snowing hard, take an umbrella and go back."

Chu Wanning gave him a look, "No need."

Mo Ran offered him his umbrella, but Chu Wanning was tired of it and insisted on not taking it, so the umbrella was pushed and shoved down into the snow and wind.

Chu Wanning stared for a moment at the umbrella that had fallen so slightly into the snow, a small thing that he wanted to stay away from it as he always did. But suddenly he couldn't move his feet.

Just as a candle flame eventually goes out, so an ancient well dries up.

Even the most stoic person has to break down at some point.

Chu Wanning turned his head and said angrily, " Mo Weiyu, don't mess with me, okay? I'm not Shi Mingjing, I don't need to be taken care of."

As he said this, a cluster of golden light suddenly appeared in his hand. Mo Ran subconsciously stepped back, thinking that he was going to smack him with the Heavenly Question again, but a golden spring rose from Chu Wanning's hand, forming a radiant boundary in the air, which instantly covered the wind and snow around him.

Mo Ran :""

A boundary to keep out the snow and rain

Chu Wanning's sword brow was crossed and his face was cold: "Do you think I need an umbrella?"

He seemed genuinely furious, his fingertips moving swiftly as the light of the knot changed from gold to red, from red to purple, from purple to blue, from blue to cyan.

With each change of colour, the effect of the boundary is very different, some are purely snowproof, some can block out the cold wind, and some can even turn the cold of the snow into the warmth within the boundary.

These moves are too powerful for Chu Wanning to use up his spiritual energy to avoid snow on a normal day, and this sulking display of skill is so childish that Mo Ran is even a little speechless for a while.

"Don't be angry, Master."

"Which one of you has seen me angry?" Chu Wanning turned blue with anger, "Get out of my sight."

"Fine, fine, I'll roll I'll roll." Mo Ran glanced at the knot above his head, "but you don't want to use up your spiritual energy like that either"

"Get out."

With a wave of Chu Wanning's hand, the boundary suddenly closed and became a thunderbolt that struck Mo Ran in front of him.

Mo Ran was almost struck by a lightning bolt from Chu Wanning, and he was a little angry at the reaction to his kindness.

Mo Ran, stunned: "You"

"You and I are but master and disciple, why should we have extra concerns. Take your umbrella and get out of my way."

Mo Ran was startled and suddenly understood.

"Master, that day in the martial arts arena, when Shi Mei and I were talking, were you"

Heard.

Chu Wanning, however, turned away without speaking.

This time Mo Ran didn't call him again and he didn't turn around.

Halfway through the walk, he suddenly sneezes, and Chu Wanning's steps freeze and he walks faster, stifled, as if angry, but also as if fleeing.

All the while, Mo Ran stood in the snow, watching his back until he disappeared, not knowing what he was thinking.

As soon as Chu Wanning returned to the red lotus water salon, he fell ill.

Although he can use the boundary to avoid rain and snow, this man is always lazy when it comes to his own business, and is even more reluctant to waste his spiritual energy. Otherwise, when it rains, he wouldn't be like an ordinary person, walking casually with a tar paper umbrella.

After sneezing a few times in quick succession, the headache and fever found their way to his door. He had been sick for a long time and was not surprised by the wind chill, so he took some medicine for himself, washed and dressed and went to sleep under the covers.

Perhaps because of the wind chill, the nausea that had been coming on since Jin Chengchi's injury became particularly vivid on this night, and he slept through the night in a daze, drenched in cold sweat, his body as hot as a furnace.

Chu Wanning woke up in a blur at midday the next day. He opened his eyes and lay in bed for a while before slowly jumping out of bed and getting ready to put on his shoes.

Then he froze.

Suddenly he noticed how much bigger his boots had gotten overnight

Look more closely.

Chu Wanning :""

Even if Elder Yu Heng was calm, he could not bear the shock.

It's not that his boots have gotten bigger.

Chu Wanning stared blankly at his hands, his legs, his bare feet and his shoulders peeking out from his slipping clothes.

It's getting smaller