Chapter 7: This Seat Loves Copious Hands

The blazing sun is overhead.

The top of the Dead Life is a hundred miles of magnificent, long corridors.

As a newcomer to the immortal world, it is quite different from the prestigious families of Upper Fairy World.

The main hall of the school is called the Hall of Six Virtues, which means that the disciples are expected to be "wise, faithful, holy, righteous, benevolent and loyal". The area where the disciples live is called the "Six Virtues Gate", where the disciples are admonished to be "filial, friendly, amiable, in-laws, responsible and compassionate" to each other. The place of instruction is called the 'Six Arts Terrace', which means that disciples of the Confucianism School are required to be proficient in the six skills of ritual, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy and mathematics.

In short, elegance without bounds.

On the other hand, the name "Loyalty Palace" and "The Terrace of Good and Evil" are all good names, probably because Mo Ran's father and uncle had not read for a few days and had no idea what to do. They started messing around with names like "Xue Ya" and so on.

So the top of death and life has many names copied from hell, for example, the dark room where the disciples reflect on themselves is called the Yanluo Hall.

The Jade Bridge, which connects the recreation area to the teaching area, is called the Naihe Bridge. The dining hall is called Mengpo Court, the martial arts arena is called the Fire of the Sword, and the forbidden area at the back of the hill is called the Deadly Ghosts' Room, and so on.

These are not bad, but more remote places are simply called "this is the mountain", "this is the water", "this is the pit", and the famous "ahhhhhhh". " and "wah wah wah", two steep cliffs.

Naturally, the elders' chambers are not exempt from the same pattern, each with its own nickname.

Chu Wanning is no exception to this rule. He prefers peace and quiet, and does not want to live with the crowd.

The disciples secretly called this scenic place

red lotus hell.

Mo Ran can't help but laugh at the thought of it.

Who told Chu Wanning to look like a lady all day long? When the disciples see him, it's as if he's a demon.

Xue Meng interrupted his reverie: "You're still laughing, eat your breakfast and come with me to the Good and Evil Terrace afterwards.

Mo Ran sighed and touched the whip marks on his face, "Hissing pain."

"Serves you right."

"Alas, I wonder if the heavenly question has been repaired, but if not don't bring it out to interrogate me again, who knows what I will babble about again."

In response to Mo Ran's genuine concern, Xue Meng's face turned red and she said angrily, "If you dare to speak out against your master in public, I'll have your tongue pulled out."

Mo Ran covered her face and waved her hands, "No you don't have to pull it out, no you don't have to pull it out, if your master ties me up with willow vine again, I will cut myself on the spot to prove my innocence."

When the hour came, Mo Ran was led up to the Good and Evil Terrace as per the rules, and as he looked out, a sea of dark blue people was below. The disciples at the top of Death and Life were all dressed in the robes of the sect, their strong light armour so blue it was almost black, their lion-headed belts, their gauntlets and hems trimmed in shiny silver.

The sun rises in the east, and under the Terrace of Good and Evil, an armour of light.

Mo Ran knelt on the high platform and listened to the long book of condemnation read out before him by the Elder of the Law.

"Mo Weiyu, a disciple of Elder Yu Heng, has lost sight of the law, disregarded the teachings, disobeyed the rules of the sect, and lost his morality. He has violated the fourth, ninth and fifteenth precepts of his school. He shall be punished with eighty strokes of the cane, a hundred copies of the rules of the school and a month's grounding. Mo Weiyu, do you have anything to say in defence?"

Mo Ran glanced at the white figure in the distance.

That is the only Elder in the whole of the Top of Death and Life who does not have to wear a uniform robe with silver trim on a blue background.

Chu Wanning is clothed in snow satin and covered in silver mist, as if clad in the frost of the nine heavens, but his face is even colder than the frost and snow. He is sitting quietly, a little too far away for Mo Ran to see the expression on his face, but I can imagine that he must be unruffled.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Ran said, "Nothing to say."

The Preceptor again asked the disciples below, according to the rules, "If any of you are not convinced by the verdict, or if you are ordered to make a statement, you may do so at this time."

The crowd of disciples below began to hesitate and look at each other.

None of them expected that Yu Heng elder Chu Wanning would actually be able to send his disciple to the Terrace of Good and Evil for public discipline.

This is something that, to put it nicely, is called iron-faced selflessness, but to put it badly, it is called cold-blooded devilry.

Chu Wanning, the cold-blooded devil, was sitting in his seat with his chin lightly propped up when someone suddenly shouted with a sound amplification technique, " Elder Yu Heng, my disciple would like to plead for the mercy of Senior Brother Mo."

"Pleading for mercy"

The disciple obviously thought that Mo Ran was the nephew of the Lord and that even if he had made a mistake now, his future would still be bright and he was determined to take advantage of the opportunity to please Mo Ran. He began to talk nonsense: "Although he has made mistakes, he has always loved his fellow disciples and helped the weak, so please be lenient with him for he is not evil in nature."

There is clearly more than one who intends to curry favour with Master Mo.

Gradually, more and more people spoke up on Mo Ran's behalf, for all sorts of reasons, and even Mo Ran himself was embarrassed to hear when he had ever been "a man of the heart and mind".

" Elder Yu Heng, Senior Brother Mo once defended me from the devil and killed a tricky beast, I would like to claim credit for Senior Brother Mo and hope that Elder will reduce the sentence"

" Elder Yu Heng, Senior Brother Mo once helped me to free my mind from demons when I went off the rails, I believe that Senior Brother Mo's mistake this time was just a momentary confusion, I also ask Elder to lighten the punishment for Senior Brother"

" Elder Yu Heng, Senior Mo once gave me a magic pill to save my mother, he is a benevolent person, so please punish him lightly"

The last person was robbed of his words by the previous one, and was at a loss for words. Seeing Chu Wanning's clear, cold eyes sweeping over, he said in a rush, " Elder Yu Heng, Senior Mo had helped me with my double cultivation"

"Pfft." Someone couldn't hold back a laugh.

The disciple instantly blushed and retreated sarcastically.

"Yu Heng, restrain your anger, rest your anger", the Preceptor saw that the situation was not good and was busy advising him from the side.

Chu Wanning said coldly, "I have never seen such a brazen man. What is his name? Whose disciple is he?"

The preceptor hesitated slightly before saying softly in a stiff voice, "My young apprentice, Yew Gee."

Chu Wanning raises an eyebrow: "Your apprentice wants a face"

The Preceptor was embarrassed and turned red with his old face to change the subject, "He is still good at singing chants and will be of help when he is collected for the ritual."

Chu Wanning grunted and turned his face away, not bothering to talk to this shameless preceptor.

With thousands of people up and down the Peak of Death and Life, it's normal to have a dozen or so dogs out.

Mo Ran, looking at those brothers' words, he was about to believe them.

Chu Wanning, who had been recited numerous times with the words "Please be gracious, Elder Yu Heng", finally spoke to the disciples.

"Plead for Mo Weiyu," he said after a pause, "Yes, you can all come up."

Those who did not know the meaning of the words went up with fear and trembling.

Chu Wanning A golden light flashed in his palm as Tianwen came out on command and with a whoosh tied the dozen men into a ball and tied them securely in place.

Again

Mo Ran was desperate, his legs were weak at the sight of Tin Man, I don't know where Chu Wanning got such a sick weapon.

Chu Wanning had a mocking look in his eyes as he asked one of them, " Mo Ran used to help you get rid of demons"

The disciple, who could not resist the torture of Tian Wen, immediately howled, "No, no."

Ask another: " Mo Ran helps you to get rid of the fire."

"Ahhh not ever not ever"

" Mo Ran gives you the elixir "

"Ah help no no no I made it up I made it up"

Chu Wanning loosened his bonds, but then raised his hand and swung it hard, crackling with fire, and the heavenly question was flung out violently, smacking the lying disciples on their backs.

There were screams and blood splattered in a flash.

Chu Wanning wrinkled his sword brow and said angrily, "What are you shouting about? Kneel down to the preceptor"

"In."

"Give me a penalty."

"Yes."

Instead of getting the benefit of the doubt, each of them was given ten strokes each for breaking the law of swindling, plus an extra-judicial willow vine from Elder Yu Heng.

After nightfall, Mo Ran was lying on her back, medicated but with bruises all over her back, unable to turn over, teary-eyed and sniffling in pain.

He was born cute, so whimpering and curled up like a fluffy cat cub that had been beaten, but unfortunately what he was thinking about was not really like a cub should be.

He grabbed the bedding and chewed on the sheets, imagining that this was Chu Wanning's grandson, and he bit and kicked and tore

The only consolation was when Shi Mei came to visit him with her handmade casseroles, and Mo Ran's tears fell even harder as she was gazed at by those tender, compassionate eyes.

He doesn't care about men's tears, he loves to be pampered with whoever he likes.

"Shi Mei sighed as she sat by his bedside, "He's too hard on you, Master. Look at the wounds you got, the bleeding hasn't even stopped yet."

Mo Ran heard him feel sorry for himself, and a warmth gradually rose in her chest, and her bright, moist eyes lifted from the bedding and blinked.

" Shi Mei you care so much about me, I, I don't hurt either."

"Alas, seeing you like this, how can you not be hurt by the Master's temperament you are not unaware of it, will you dare to make such a big mistake in the future"

In the candlelight, Shi Mei looked at him with a certain helplessness and a certain heartfeltness, her eyes so full of light that they were like warm spring water.

Mo Ran's heart stirred slightly and she said, "Never again. I swear."

"Do you ever swear to be true," but Shi Mei finally laughed, "the casserole is cold, if you can't get up, lie down and I'll feed you."

Mo Ran was already halfway up when he heard this and immediately collapsed in a half-paralyzed heap.

Shi Mei :""

In her past life and in this one, Mo Ran's favourite dish is Shi Mei's dumplings, the skin as thin as smoke and the filling as tender as cream, each one is moist and full, soft and fragrant, melting in the mouth and leaving a fragrant taste on the lips.

The soup is especially creamy and thick, sprinkled with green onions and shredded egg, and topped with a spoonful of spicy red oil topping sautéed with garlic paste, which, when eaten in the stomach, seems to warm people for life.

Shi Mei fed him carefully, spoonful by spoonful, telling him as she did so, "There's no red oil today, you're badly hurt and it's not easy to get better from spicy food, so have some bone broth."

Mo Ran gazed at him, literally unable to take her eyes off him, and said with a smile, "Spicy or not, as long as you make it, it's delicious."

"You're a good talker." Shi Mei smiles back and picks up a poached egg lying in the soup, "I'll give you a loose one, I know you like it."

Mo Ran grinned heatedly, a strand of messy hair curling up dully on her forehead like a flower, " Shi Mei ."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just calling out to you."

""

Nerdy hair shakes and shakes and shakes.

" Shi Mei ."

Shi Mei holds back a laugh: "Just calling me"

"Mmmmmm, just calling out to you and feeling so happy."

Shi Mei froze for a moment and gently touched his forehead: "This silly boy, you don't have a fever, do you?"

Mo Ran bursts out laughing and gives a half-roll, looking at him sideways, her gaze bright as if full of tiny stars.

"It would be great to have Shi Mei's coppers every day."

This is not a false statement.

After Shi Mei's death, Mo Ran has been longing to try his dragon recipe again, but that taste will never come back.

At that time, Chu Wanning had not yet made a clean break with him. I don't know if it was out of guilt, but as he watched Mo Ran kneeling in front of Shi Mei's coffin, Chu Wanning quietly went to the kitchen, made the dough and chopped the filling, and carefully wrapped some dumplings. But before he could finish, Mo Ran saw them. Mo Ran could not bear the loss of his beloved and felt that Chu Wanning's act was a mockery of himself, a poor imitation, a deliberate stab at him.

When Shi Mei died, Chu Wanning refused to help when he could have saved her, and he even tried to wrap Shi Mei's hands for himself afterwards.

He rushed into the kitchen knocking over all the utensils and the snowy jade full of copious hands rolled all over the floor.

He shouted at Chu Wanning, "Who are you? You're not worthy of the things he used or the dishes he cooked, Shi Mei is dead, are you satisfied? "

Now, in this bowl, he ate with both pleasure and emotion, slowly eating at the back of the bowl, his eyes moistening even though he was still smiling. Fortunately, the candlelight was so dim that Shi Mei could not quite see the subtlety of his expression.

Mo Ran says: " Shi Mei."

"Hmm."

"Thank you."

Shi Mei was stunned, then smiled gently and said, "It's just a bowl of dumplings, why are you so polite to me?

Mo Ran would like to say more than just thank you for the bowl of copra.

I also wanted to thank you, in my last life or in this one, for being the only one who really looked up to me and didn't mind where I came from or the fourteen years I spent out there groping and doing whatever I could.

I also want to thank you. If it wasn't for the sudden remembrance of you, after being reborn, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to resist killing Rong Jiu and making another big mistake, going down the same old road again.

Fortunately, in this life, reborn before you die, I will definitely protect you well, if you are ill, Chu Wanning That cold-blooded devil does not want to save you, there is still me.

But how can I say these words?

In the end Mo Ran just gulped down the soup without even a single onion left, then licked his lips with intent, his dimples deep and cute like a fluffy kitten.

"Is there more tomorrow?"

Shi Mei laughs and cries, "Aren't you tired of not changing it for something else?"

"I don't get tired of eating it every day, but I'm afraid you'll get tired of me."

Shi Mei shook her head and laughed, "I don't know if there's enough flour, if not, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it, if not, you can see if eggs in sugar water is something you'd like to eat."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Anything is good as long as you do it."

Mo Ran's heart was in the grass and she was so happy that she wanted to roll twice under the covers.

Look at Shi Mei, how virtuous she is, Chu Wanning, go ahead and smack me anyway, I'm in bed with a beautiful woman who cares.

When I think of my mentor, I can't help but add a cascade of anger to the tenderness I just felt.

Mo Ran resumed gnawing at the bedpan in disgust, thinking, "What with the late night Yu Heng and the Beidou immortals, it's all fucking bullshit!

Chu Wanning, we'll see about that in our lifetime.