Chapter 61: This seat is fine

The two brothers stopped fighting and both got up.

The man in front of him had a very solemn air, and Xue Meng froze for a moment before responding and nodding: "Yes. That's a good point. Who are you?"

He was so used to being a child that, although Madam Wang had repeatedly taught him the rules of etiquette, he had no regard for them, and so it was very rude of him to ask someone his name, without using a salutation or giving his own name first.

But Mo Ran knew that this man would never be able to stand up to Xue Meng. After all, he is

"I am a disciple of the School of Confucianism, Ye Wangxi." The young man was indeed calm and unruffled, and his eyes were as bright and sharp as if they were quenched with starlight under his dark sword brows, "May I ask your surname?"

" Ye Wangxi " Xue Meng frowned and murmured, "I've never heard of it. No reputation."

His voice was not loud, but if his ears were good, they would have heard him. So Mo Ran tugged on Xue Meng's sleeve, telling him to keep his head down, and then, with a slight smile in his eyes, he said, "I am Mo Ran from the top of death and life, and this is my younger brother Xue Meng."

Xue Meng broke away from him and glared at him.

"Don't touch me, who's your brother?"

"Alas, Xue Meng, you," Mo Ran sighed, then resumed with bent eyes, smiling at Ye Wangxi, "My brother is naughty, so I have made Ye laugh."

It wasn't that he had suddenly changed his temperament and had become more polite to Xue Meng. It is only because this Ye Wangxi is a handsome man among men. Although he is unknown at the moment, in his past life, he was the second most powerful master in the whole Xianxia sector, apart from Chu Wanning.

God knows how much Mo Ran had to suffer from Ye Wangxi in his previous life. In this life, Mo Ran would never want to be his enemy again.

One Chu Wanning is enough for him, and another Ye Wangxi is enough for him to live comfortably.

Ye Wangxi didn't say much, and after a few polite words to each other, he went back to his house.

As soon as he left, Mo Ran returned to his jocular grin, elbowed Xue Meng and asked with a smile, "What's up?"

"How about what?"

"This guy." Mo Ran asks, "Do you like it, is it good?"

"" Xue Meng gave him an inexplicable look and scolded, "Nuts."

Mo Ran laughed and said, "The four of us are living in the same house, so we're going to have to look down and up.

Xue Meng wondered, "You sound like you know him."

Mo Ran, of course, couldn't tell the truth, so he joked, "I don't know him, but I only look at people by their faces. I'm happy to see that he looks good."

Xue Meng cursed, "Disgusting"

Mo Ran snorted, turned and waved his hand, turned his back on Xue Meng and made a cursing gesture before lazily returning to his stone hut and clicking down the latch, shutting out Xue Meng's cursing.

The following morning, Mo Ran got up early.

The Feathermen postponed their retreat for three days to familiarise themselves with life in Peach Blossom Yard. After Mo Ran had finished freshening up, she saw that Ye Wangxi had gone out and the other two had not yet woken up, so she went out on her own to wander the streets.

In the early morning mist, many swordsmen of the Immortal Sect drifted past with light steps, hurrying to their respective places of training.

Mo Ran passed by a breakfast shop and saw a new pot of fried buns. Remembering that his younger brother was still sick, he walked over and said, "Madam, eight fried buns and a bowl of sweet congee to take away."

Without looking up, the Feathermen at the stall said, "Give me six feathers."

Mo Ran was stunned: "Six roots of what"

"Six feathers, ah."

"So do I have to go find a chicken and pluck a few feathers now"

The Feathermen lifted their eyes and gave him a blank look, "You want to eat without hair, go go go."

Mo Ran was both angry and amused, and was about to ask more questions when suddenly a familiar voice came from behind him and a bandaged hand came up with six golden feathers between its fingers.

"Boss lady, hit the porridge, I'll pay for him."

The Feathermen took the plume and didn't bother to talk to them, so they turned around and packed their breakfast. When Mo Ran turned his face to the side, he saw Ye Wangxi standing beside him, a handsome and elegant man.

"Thank you so much." With steaming hot fried buns and sweet congee in their pockets, Mo Ran and Ye Wangxi said as they walked, "If we hadn't met you today, I'm afraid we'd all be hungry."

"No harm in that." Ye Wangxi said, "The eighteenth girl has a bad memory and always forgets to give some feathers to the newcomers. I just happened to be passing by, it's just a hand up, you don't have to be polite."

Mo Ran asks, "When you do business at Peach Blossom Yard, you need to get a feather in exchange for it."

"Nice."

"Where did that feather come from?"

Ye Wangxi said, "Plucked."

"Plucking, plucking" Mo Ran was a bit dumbfounded that they were really plucking from the birds, so they must be plucking the birds here.

Seeing his amazement, Ye Wangxi gave him an amused glance, "What do you think? There is an abyss in the Peach Blossom Yard, which is said to be the place where the Vermilion Bird ascended. As a result, not a blade of grass grew around it and no beast could live."

Hearing his description, Mo Ran immediately thought of the blood-coloured canopy in the distance when he passed by the outskirts of the city yesterday and said, "Is that abyss near the north of the city?"

"You make a good point."

"And what does that have to do with feathers?"

Ye Wangxi said, "Although there are no other beings living near the Abyss of the Patriarchs, there is a group of Furious Lords living inside the Abyss, which use the true fire as their nest and come out by day and night. Their plumes can help Feathermen to improve their cultivation."

"So that's it." Mo Ran laughed, "No wonder they want to trade feathers for things."

"Hmm. But you need to be careful, when they are active at night, their feathers become like those of ordinary night lords, and even if they are caught they are useless. It is only when the sun rises each day that the Lords return in their hundreds to the Abyss of the Patriarchs. The moment they are about to enter the abyss, their feathers will turn back to gold, and only then will they be useful to take off."

"Haha, wouldn't that become a practice of lightness If you're not good at kung fu, you'll become roast meat if you fall. If you don't pick it, you'll starve to death." Mo Ran couldn't help but tsk, "That's a pain in the arse."

Ye Wangxi asked, "Are you not good at lightning?"

Mo Ran laughed, "Fairly average."

"That won't do." Ye Wangxi said, "The angry lord is as swift as a falcon. If you don't practise hard, you'll go hungry in a few days."

"This way."

Seeing Mo Ran wandering off, Ye Wangxi sighed and said, "I have a lot of feathers, so I don't need them for now. If you three need anything, just ask me for it first."

Mo Ran waved his hand and laughed, "How can I say that? I'm going to go back and eat, and I'll return the feathers to you tomorrow when I've collected them. Thank you."

After bidding farewell to Ye Wangxi, Mo Ran returned to the house with his porridge and rice in his pocket.

Xue Meng's house was empty, so he woke up and wandered around. Mo Ran then went to Chu Wanning's bamboo house.

Chu Wanning was not yet awake. Mo Ran put the porridge and fried buns on the table, came to his bedside and looked down at him.

Suddenly a certain familiarity floats up to the surface.

Why does this little brother look like someone when he's asleep?

But I couldn't remember who I was thinking of, I just had a vague impression of someone who looked like that, who always curled up in a ball when lying in bed, with his hand on his cheek.

In the middle of his daze, Chu Wanning woke up.

"Well," he rolled over and Chu Wanning's eyes snapped open at the sight of the person beside the bed.

"I've told you a few times to call him brother." Mo Ran rubbed his hair and then reached his forehead to test the temperature, "The fever has gone down, come on, get up and have something to eat."

"Eat," repeated the child on the couch, her hair in a messy bun, making her face even more adorable.

"See if senior brother loves you, he got up early to buy breakfast. Eat it while it's hot."

Chu Wanning gets out of bed in her white lingerie and walks to the table. On the table is a fresh lotus leaf, with a thin, crispy fried bun, sprinkled with green onions and black sesame seeds. There was also a small cup of dragon's eye cinnamon congee, cooked soft and thick, steaming hot.

The ever-strong Elder Yu Heng was a little uncertain: "For me."

"Ah."

"Is it all for me?"

Mo Ran froze, "Yeah."

He looked at Chu Wanning hesitantly, thought for a moment and smiled, "Eat up or it will get cold."

Chu Wanning has been at the top of the world of death and life for so many years, and although the people respect him, because of his stubborn and aloof nature, almost no one is willing to eat with him, let alone fix a breakfast for him. Sometimes when he watched his disciples looking after each other, although he did not want to admit it, he could not help but feel slightly envious. Therefore, when he looked at this bowl of porridge and a few buns, he was silent for a long time, but could not bear to eat them.

Mo Ran saw him sitting on a small stool, staring at the food in front of him, but not moving his chopsticks, and thought it was not to his liking, so he asked, "What's wrong? Is it greasy?"

""

Chu Wanning looked back at him, shook his head, picked up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it, and sipped it carefully.

If he were the handsome, aloof Master Chu of old, he would only look well-bred and elegant drinking porridge like this.

But in the case of a child, it is a little clumsy and pathetic.

Mo Ran misunderstood and said to him, "You don't like the dragon's eye, so pick it out and throw it to the side, it's not a problem."

"No." There wasn't much expression on the young master's face, but when he looked at Mo Ran again, his dark eyes were warm, "I liked it."

"Oh haha, that's good, I thought you didn't like it."

Chu Wanning drops a thick curtain of ciliary feathers and repeats in a whisper, "I like it. No one has ever treated me like this before. "

He said, raising his eyes to look at Mo Ran for a moment, earnestly.

"Thank you very much, Brother."

Mo Ran was not expecting him to say this and was stunned.

He is not a kind man and he does not like children. The only reason he was kind to Xia Sini was that he was a young man of great skill and a worthy friend.

But he was being treated with sincerity despite his utilitarian intentions. Mo Ran couldn't help but blush a little, but it was so strange to hear this young master's words, so after waving his hand to Chu Wanning to stop thanking him, he asked, "Has no one ever bought you breakfast before?"

Chu Wanning, with little expression, nods.

" Won't those under Elder Xuan Ji look after each other?"

Chu Wanning said, "I don't get together with them very often."

"What about before you joined the family, when you were in your home, your parents", Mo Ran said, and stopped mid-sentence.

This little brother was born with such a clear jade and snow, which parent could bear to throw him to the mountain to cultivate and never come to the sect to see him think he must have suffered the same as Shi Mei, and himself.

Sure enough, Chu Wanning said calmly, "My parents had abandoned me, and I had no other relatives, and no one to take me."

Mo Ran stopped talking, and after a long silence, he let out a long sigh. He said, "I had been friends with this boy because of his high level of cultivation and because he was so calm and collected, unlike ordinary children who squeak and shout. But I didn't expect him to have the same background as me.

When he looked at his younger brother, he could not help but think of his own youthful years, which were full of bitterness and hardship. Suddenly, he said, "There was no one to lead you before, but there will be. Since you have called me elder brother, I will take good care of you from now on."

Chu Wanning didn't seem to expect him to say that and looked a little surprised, after a moment he slowly rubbed out a smile and said, "You're going to look after me"

"Hmm. From now on, you follow me and I will teach you the Heart Technique and teach you to practice your sword."

Chu Wanning's smile intensified, "You're going to teach me the Heart and teach me to practice my sword"

Mo Ran misunderstood his expression and scratched his head, "Don't laugh at me, I know your cultivation level is very good, but you are still young and have to learn many things. Elder Xuan Ji has many disciples and he will not be able to take care of you. What's wrong with you learning from me, at least I have a Shenwu."

Chu Wanning was quiet for a long time before speaking, "I don't laugh at you. I think you're fine."

He would never have been able to say such a thing in the past, but with a smaller body, it seems that even his nature softens, as if he has hidden in the shadows and can finally take off his hardened facade.

It was Mo Ran who, for the first time in his two lives, had been complimented on how nice he was, and even though he was just a child, he was so overwhelmed and surprised that he stumbled for a few days and his face, which was always as thick as a wall, turned red.

He mumbled and repeated, "I, I I I'm fine I'm fine?"

Suddenly, I vaguely remembered that when I was young, I had really wanted to be a good person.

However, the humble but gentle wish I had at that time was the same as "when I grow up, I want to ask Li's sister from the rouge shop to be my daughter-in-law", "when I earn enough silver, I want to buy burritos every day", "if I can have two pieces of roast pork in a meal in the future, I will be a god. If I could have two pieces of roast pork in a meal later, I would be a god." All these memories became memories that were later scattered by the wind and snow.