Chapter 74: This seat is not good

""

Mo Ran is dumbfounded.

It was only after a long time that he came to his senses, scratching his ears and blushing, and waved his hands again and again: "No, that, I don't know, it's not my handkerchief, where did it go?

He stared at the silk handkerchief embroidered with faint traces of begonia flowers, but could not remember how he had come to have such an object. After pondering over it for a few days, he suddenly snapped his head.

"Ah."

"What's wrong?"

"I remember." Mo Ran sighed with relief and took the handkerchief back from Shi Mei's hand, smiling, "I'm sorry, it's really not mine to give you."

Shi Mei :""

I didn't say I wanted it either.

"But it's not Master's either, don't see that Haitang is Master ah." Mo Ran folded the handkerchief and tucked it back into her own arms, obviously feeling immense relief and relief that she had not mistakenly taken her Master's handkerchief, "This handkerchief is Master Xia's."

Shi Mei pondered, "Master Xia's"

"Yes, I'm living with him these days, so maybe I washed the hankies and took them by mistake this morning, ha ha, I'm so sorry."

"Well, that's okay." Shi Mei still smiled tenderly and then got up and said, "It's getting late, let's go, let's go and pick up Senior Xia."

The two men left the house and headed straight for the prison cave.

Before he got too far, however, Shi Mei's steps slowed down, not noticeably at first, but then he stumbled over a gravel and almost fell, but Mo Ran was next to him and caught him in time.

Mo Ran was shocked to see his pale, bloodless face and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Not a problem." Shi Mei took a breather, "I ate a little less lunch, I don't have much energy, I'll rest for a while."

The more vague he tried to be, the more concerned Mo Ran became. On second thought, Shi Mei's lightness was not good, and the Peach Blossom Yard needed feathers for food and clothing.

The more Mo Ran thought about it, the more uneasy he became and said, "You used to skip lunch from time to time in the sect, but I never saw you look this weak. Tell me the truth, how long have you been hungry?"

"I"

When he mumbled something, Mo Ran's face grew darker and he pulled him in the opposite direction.

Shi Mei said in a panic, "Mo Ran, where are you going?"

"Let's get you something to eat." Mo Ran's voice was vicious, but her eyes were pained when she looked back, "Can't you take care of yourself while I'm gone? Every time you think of someone else, you think of them first in everything you do but what about you?"

" Mo Ran "

Shi Mei was a member of the Healing Department and could not have come to Mo Ran's usual quarters in the Attack Department without a token. But the Feathermen had lifted the ban on the various departments in order to deal with the unexpected since the incident of 18.

"Order what you want to eat."

"Just some food will do." Shi Mei looked a little guilty, "I'm sorry, I thought I'd come to help, but I ended up holding you back"

"You and I have something to be sorry for right." Mo Ran reached out and flicked his forehead, easing her tone, "Order, I'll pay for it when you're done, and you sit back and eat."

Shi Mei was stunned: "What about you?"

"I have to go and fetch Master Xia, the murderer has not been caught. The cave is guarded near the prison, but I am still not sure."

When she heard that Mo Ran was leaving, Shi Mei's eyes seemed to glow for a moment, but then she quickly said, "Just buy two buns, I'll come with you and we'll eat as we go."

Mo Ran was about to dissuade him when he heard a warbling sound outside the restaurant and more than ten young women dressed in fancy clothes entered the building with a cheeky smile.

"Shopkeeper, let me ask you something." The woman at the head of the group asked with a delicate smile, "Did Senior Brother book a banquet for this restaurant tonight"

"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper responded with a smile on his face. These days, the Feathermen had figured out that Senior Brother loved to drink and listen to music, and every night he would find a restaurant to hold a feast. Every night, he would find a restaurant to hold a banquet, and wherever the "Big Brother" was, a group of chattering female practitioners would flock to the restaurant in advance.

As expected, the women immediately became more and more excited and were busy trying to set the table, with a few words or two drifting into Mo Ran's ears every now and then.

All that was said was "Little Fang, look at my eyebrows today and see if Big Brother will like them", "They look good, but look at my eye makeup, it's too bright, will he think I'm frivolous", and "You're so beautiful, Big Brother must like you. You are so beautiful, Big Brother must like you, I saw him look at you several times yesterday." "Oh no, it's not possible, but you're more elegant, you must like a talented girl like you." The first brother must like a talented girl like you.

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At such an extraordinary time, these people can still be so smoky and intoxicated for a man, Mo Ran draws the corners of his mouth, turns his head to his sister and says, "Buns are buns, let's buy them and leave, leaving you alone in this cave of tigers and wolves, I am not at ease either."

Shi Mei looked at his expression and couldn't help but smile softly and shake her head.

Mo Ran bought ten of these buns and gave them all to Shi Mei. As he walked along, he took a glance at Shi Mei, who was eating her sweet buns, and Mo Ran was able to relax.

But it was the bun that injured Shi Mei.

His stomach was already weak and he hadn't eaten any rice for a long time, so his belly was empty.

He hurriedly carried Shi Mei, who was pale and sweating, back to Lingxiao Tower and placed her on the bed in the bedroom that had just been tidied up, then went outside to call for a doctor.

After prescribing the medicine and giving warm water, Mo Ran sat down on the edge of the couch and looked at Shi Mei's haggard appearance and blamed himself: "It still hurts, let me rub it for you."

Shi Mei's voice was low and weak: "No, it's okay."

But Mo Ran's long, bony hands were already on him, pressing against his stomach through the bedding, gently pressing and rubbing.

Perhaps it was because his pressure was just right, so comfortable that Shi Mei didn't say anything else after all, and gradually relaxed her breathing under this self-conscious rubbing and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Ran watched over him until he fell asleep, and then prepared to leave.

Before he could get up, however, his hand was caught.

Mo Ran's eyes widened abruptly, the black with a dark purple tinge flickering slightly: " Shi Mei "

"Don't go if it hurts"

The beauty on the couch still had her eyes closed, as if she were dreaming.

Shi Mei never asks for help, he always helps others without any reward, and it is only when he is asleep that he softly begs Mo Ran not to leave.

So she sat back on the edge of the couch, looking intently and lingeringly at that haunted face, while continuing to rub his stomach slowly, while outside the open window, peach blossoms drifted down and the sky was finally dark.

It was midnight when Ran suddenly remembered that he had also promised his little brother dinner.

"It's over" Mo Ran suddenly jumped up and slapped his head, "It's over, it's over"

By this time Shi Mei had also gone to bed, and Mo Ran leapt outside and tried to run to the cave. A blue light suddenly appeared in the sky, and Elder Xuan Ji fell from the sky with a child in his arms and a small tile jar in his arms.

"Elder."

Xuan Ji gave Mo Ran a slightly reproachful look, "What happened? Didn't I say you had gone to fetch him? If I hadn't been uneasy and gone to check on him, my pupil would have had to wait in prison until morning."

"It is the disciple's fault." Mo Ran lowered his head and after a moment could not resist raising his eyes to Chu Wanning again, "Senior Brother"

Xuan Ji put Chu Wanning down, who was holding the tureen and looked at Mo Ran quietly for a moment: "Have you eaten your dinner?"

Not expecting this to be the first thing he said, Mo Ran said in a daze, "No, not yet."

Chu Wanning came over to him and held the pot out to him, saying flatly, "It's still hot, drink some."

Mo Ran stood still for a long time. By the time he reacted to himself, he had picked up the little one with the tile and held it in his arms.

"Yes, I'll drink."

The silly boy was afraid the soup would get cold, so he took off his outer robe and wrapped it around the outside of the pot, so his tiny body was slightly cold when he held it.

Mo Ran nuzzled his forehead and rubbed it gently, saying something she hadn't said in two lifetimes, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

After bidding farewell to Xuan Ji, the two returned to the house.

The outer robe was too crumpled to be worn again, so Mo Ran went inside to find a small blanket for Chu Wanning, fearing the child would be cold. Chu Wanning yawned and climbed onto the bench with the small pot in his arms and was about to get two small bowls of soup. Suddenly his eyes blinked twice and his gaze fell on Shi Mei's leftover meat buns.

""

Jumping off the stool, Chu Wanning paced to the bedroom and looked at the beauty lying on the couch without expression, not angry or saying anything, but feeling a coldness rising from his bones, freezing his heart, which had been warm just a moment before, to coldness.

When Mo Ran returns to the kitchen, Chu Wanning is still sitting at the table by the window, one foot on the stool, one foot dangling, his arm resting casually on the window pane.

At the sound of movement, he turned his face back to Mo Ran with a faint glance.

"Here, find a firefox blanket, you drape it first, it's cold at night."

Chu Wanning did not speak.

Mo Ran walks over and hands him the blanket, but Chu Wanning doesn't take it, just shakes his head and slowly closes his eyes, as if to rest.

"What's the matter? Don't you like it?"

""

"Then I'll look for you again and see if there's anything else."

Mo Ran smiled, rubbed Chu Wanning's hair and turned to look for another piece when he suddenly noticed that the tureen was missing from the table. "Where's my soup?"

"Who said it was yours." Chu Wanning finally spoke, his voice clear and cold, "Mine."

Mo Ran twitched, thinking he was having a childish tantrum, "Fine, fine, yours is yours, what about your soup"

Chu Wanning said indifferently, "Throw it away."

"Throw, throw."

Chu Wanning ignores him again, leaps lightly off the bench and turns to push the door open.

"Hey senior brother senior where are you going" Mo Ran couldn't be bothered to get his blanket, the murderer was unknown and it wasn't safe outside, he followed him out in a hurry.

Under the peach blossom tree, the small pot containing the stew was still resting clumsily and had not been thrown away. Mo Ran was relieved, thinking that she had done something wrong, and that it was probably because she was holding back her anger, and that it was okay for her to lose her temper when she found that she couldn't hold back anymore.

So he walked over and sat next to Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning picked up his small pot under the peach blossom tree, ignored Mo Ran and opened the lid alone, took a ladle bigger than his face and tried to reach in to ladle out the soup, but found that he could not reach in at all.

Mo Ran propped her cheek and turned her face sideways to give him an idea: "You can just drink it to it. It's just the two of us here anyway, no shame."

""

"No, no I'll drink it, it's the first time my master has made soup for me, I can't waste it." He had a mind to tease him and said with a smile and was about to grab the jar.

Instead, Chu Wanning slapped his hand away, "Get out of my way."

"" Mo Ran blinked, always feeling a sense of déjà vu in this conversation, but then smiled cheekily and pasted it on, "Senior brother, it's my fault, don't be angry. I wanted to pick you up early, but your senior brother Mingjing suddenly became unwell, so I delayed. I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Chu Wanning remains silent with his head down.

"Then look, I've been busy so far and I haven't eaten dinner. I'm really hungry." Mo Ran tugged at his sleeve pitifully, "Senior brother, good senior brother, my good senior brother, please, just reward your senior brother with a mouthful of soup."

""

Chu Wanning moves a little and finally rests the soup can on the floor, his slightly raised head tilted slightly, still turned away. It meant for Mo Ran to get his own drink if he wanted to.

Mo Ran then smiled, "Thank you, Sifu."

The small tile jar was so full that one glance was all it took to know that the Master himself had eaten very little, but had left him with most of the meat, so that there was plenty of meat and very little soup.

Mo Ran stared for a moment, her eyebrows arched and she said in a warm voice, "This is not soup, it is clearly a pot of stew. How generous of you."

""

Mo Ran has been looking after Shi Mei for half a day and is really hungry. He broke two thin branches of a peach tree, trimmed the rough ones with his fingers, and used them as chopsticks to stuff a piece of chicken into his mouth.

"Wow, that smells good."

Mo Ran smiled as he held the chicken, his eyes smouldering with mist, "It's delicious. My master is so capable."

The soup was not very tasty and was too salty, but Mo Ran nibbled hard to please his little brother and soon ate most of the chicken, while Chu Wanning sat silently by his side without looking at him the whole time.

I took a big gulp of the soup, which was saltier than the meat and even a little bitter in the mouth, but it was bearable.

Mo Ran picked up another chicken leg and was about to stuff it into his mouth when he suddenly froze, "How many legs does a chicken have?"

Naturally no one took him up on it.

Mo Ran herself replied, "Two."

Then he looked at the chicken leg he was holding in his chopsticks, and then at the remaining bone of one he had just eaten.

""

The sluggard finally raised his head and asked Chu Wanning in a dazed voice: "Brother, are you", but he did not have the courage to ask the second half of the question.

Have you, by any chance, been waiting for me and not eaten dinner.

This can of soup, all meat, was it you who waited for me until the soup was almost dry and only the meat was left, so pathetically little after the fight, and I thought

I thought you had eaten and saved some for me. I thought you were bad at making chicken soup out of a good chicken soup.

Mo Ran silently puts down the tile.

But he found out too late that there were no more pieces of meat left in the jar.

Chu Wanning has finally spoken.

The voice is still calm and nice, with some childish softness and clarity.

"You were the one who said that you were coming back for dinner. That's why I waited." He said slowly, without joy or sorrow, "If you don't eat, at least ask someone to bring a message and not leave me alone as a fool. Is that okay."

"Shidoshi."

Chu Wanning is still not looking at him, his face is sideways and Mo Ran cannot see his face.

"You have someone bring me a letter telling me that you went to accompany the Master telling me that you went to accompany Brother Mingjing. Is it hard?"

""

"You take my tile, you ramble on and on before you drink the soup, you ask me one more time if I've eaten. Is it hard?"

""

"Is it hard to see how many chicken legs are in this jar before you eat them?" the last line is a little funny, but it still makes you smile in spite of the shame. But before Mo Ran's pear swirl melts away, it freezes.

Little Master, in tears.

In his adult form, he would never have shed a tear over such a trivial matter, but unbeknownst to everyone, Pinching Willow has caused him to become smaller and his mind is not affected too much, but it is still affected to some extent. If one's chi is weak, one is more likely to approach the mind of a child.

This concealed nature is extremely difficult to detect, so neither Madame Wang nor Elder Greedy Wolf noticed it when they checked their pulses.

"I'm hungry too, I feel bad too, I'm human too," Chu Wanning repressed, even though his childishness prevailed, and he choked out a silent, muffled sob, only his shoulders trembled, tears rolled down his face, and his eyes were wet and red.

For so many years, when the Yu Heng elders were hidden, unloved and unaccompanied, always pretending not to care, sparing the high ground from the awe of the crowd.

But it is only when the heart is tinged with childish thoughts that it tells the truth, that it breaks down, that it speaks of the pent-up depression that has been piling up for so long.

It's not that he wasn't kind to others, it's just that he did many things in silence.

But doing it in silence, without anyone seeing or caring, is torturous after a long time.

Mo Ran saw his youngest brother's shoulders trembling slightly and, with a hard feeling in his heart, reached out to touch them, but before he could touch them, the other side slapped them open without mercy.

"Shidoshi."

"Don't you touch me." Chu Wanning was strong after all, whether he was older or younger, he wiped his eyes fiercely and stood up abruptly, "I'm going to bed, so go and stay with your master, and get the hell out of my way."

""

In his anger, he forgets that Shi Mei is actually older than Mo Ran.

Mo Ran opened her mouth to say something, but Chu Wanning had already shrugged it off and was soon in the other bedroom, closing the door with a bang.

The Lingxiao Tower, however, has only two bedrooms in one courtyard.

Mo Ran's original plan was to let Shifu sleep in one room by herself and squeeze herself into one room with her little brother, but he was so angry and had left the lock on, so it seemed that she couldn't go to her brother's room.

He did not want to sleep on Shi Mei's bed. He sat in the peach blossom-filled courtyard, holding in his hands the tile jar Chu Wanning had brought him on his journey. After a long time, he sighed, raised his hand and slapped himself in the face, cursing in a low voice: "I'm no good."

So this night, Mo Ran simply lay on the ground covered with peach blossoms, staring blankly at the sky.

Younger brother Shi Mei, the master Xue Meng Jin Chengchi, the false Gouchen, the father and son of the unseen murderer Chu Xun in the illusion

Many blurred shadows crossed his eyes, and he had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but the feeling was so faint that it flickered away before he even noticed it himself.

The beauty of the peach.

Catching a fallen peach blossom in his hand, Mo Ran looks at the scarlet soul in the moonlight.

For a moment it was as if I was back at the end of my previous life, lying in a pre-cast coffin, the day when the mountain was also full of flowers that had withered and fallen without a sound.

Only the fall is a begonia.

Begonia

Why did he bury himself under the begonia tree, in front of the Tongtian Tower, in front of the place where he first met Chu Wanning, when it was clear that he had loved Shi Mei in his previous life and in his present life?

There are many things that I did in my previous life that I think about today that are heartbreaking. The longer I live again, the more I cannot understand why I acted so brutally back then.

Slaughtering a city, bullying, committing regicide and forcing Chu Wanning and himself to do things like that

Mo Ran dropped the peach blossom, covered her forehead with her hand and slowly closed her eyes.

The words "I'm hungry and sad too, I'm human too" kept ringing in my ears, and the person who spoke them was Little Brother, but for a moment, Mo Ran's mind suddenly reflected the image of another person.

It was a man dressed in a snow-coloured robe. In the twinkling of an eye, the white garment changed again to a scarlet phoenix robe trailing the ground, resembling the appearance of the ghostly master of ceremonies who had paid homage to him in a vision of a medieval marriage.

"I'm a human being too."

It will also be sad and hurt.

Mo Ran

I'd be sore too.

Mo Ran suddenly felt a violent choking of his heart, as if something was about to exhale, and a fine cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.

He closed his eyes and breathed slowly.

Muttering, "I'm sorry."

I don't know who I'm apologizing to, the young master or the old man in the scarlet and phoenix robe

In the bedroom, Shi Mei sits up.

He did not light the lamp, but quietly came to the window with his bare, crystal-clear feet, and looked through the slit at Mo Ran, who was lying outside among the flower petals, still holding the tile jar in one hand, his eyes dim, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next morning, lying among the flowers and plants, Mo Ran wrinkled her nose, took a big breath of fresh air and stretched out to get up.

But the silence of Lingxiao Tower is cut short by a scream before you're halfway through your lazy day.

"Ah."

Mo Ran's eyes snapped open and he rose with a grunt, and the sight before him instantly chilled his bones and blood and left him dumbfounded

The fifteen Feathermen responsible for guarding Lingxiao Tower were all hanged in one night, each with a red willow vine strung around their necks in exactly the same way as 18.

Hell

The fifteen men were suspended in the luxuriant peach blossom forest at Lingxiao Tower, their red sleeves fluttering, their long skirts reaching the ground, their bodies swaying slightly with the wind blowing through the forest, looking like fifteen air-dried flowers, a poignant and deceptive sight, eerie and exquisite.

The cry came from one of the lower-ranking Feathermen who had come to deliver breakfast, shivering in fear and dropping the bamboo basket in her hands, spilling the porridge and pasta.

Seeing Mo Ran standing in the courtyard, the Feathermen shivered even more, shivering and turning their hands behind their backs, pulling something out behind them.

Mo Ran subconsciously stepped forward and said, "No, listen to me."

It was too late, the Feathermen touched the spell tattooed on their backs. Almost instantly, the Feathermen descended from the sky with fiery red wings in all directions of the Peach Blossom Forest.

And what was in front of them stunned every one of them.

"Auntie."

"Sister."

After a dead silence, the Feathermen erupted in heart-rending screams and cries. The noise drew the monks of Peach Blossom Yard one by one. Shouts and questions, anger and hisses soon surrounded the entire Lingxiao Tower.

" Mo Ran, what do you have to say now?"

"Murderers are heartless."

The Feathermen were already seething with rage, wailing shrilly, "Kill him, kill him!"

He said, "If I were a murderer, why would I stay here at Lingxiao Tower and wait for you to catch me if I could kill them all?"

A Feathermen with flaming red hair spat in a snotty voice: "Pooh... how dare you, how dare you, after all this?"

Someone else said angrily, "If you are not the murderer, why did the murderer kill all the guards but not you?"

"It is."

"What a way to know people."

"The murderer, even if it's not you, is definitely someone who is involved with you otherwise why wouldn't he kill you you tell me."

"Blood for Blood"

Mo Ran is really getting a laugh.

In his previous life, he had killed people like a sack of shit, and few dared to mention "blood money" to him, but in this life, he had not killed anyone, but he had been wrongly accused.

The Feathermen descended from the clouds and looked around them with a cold look on their faces.

" Mo Weiyu ."

"The superior fairy."

The Feathermen stared at him for a moment, then walked over to one of the bodies and lifted the willow vine, which was stained with beads of blood at the neck of the body.

"Where's your weapon bring it out for me to see."

""

"You don't want to?"

Mo Ran sighed, his blade was a Seeing Ghost, which had been seen by many during his training, and by a large number of people during the incident at Eighteen. Bringing it out now, comparing it to the willows around the necks of the dead Feathermen, would certainly add another blow to his guilt. But if he didn't take it, he would be even more of a thief.

"With a whoosh, a blazing red light appeared in his palm as the ghost took form from his bones and blood, flowing with a hissing burst of red splendour, "If the immortal wants to see it, then so be it.