Chapter 77: This seat is very embarrassing

After leaving Peach Blossom Yard, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran had travelled around for a few days to find out when the fairs of the big and small sects were open, and one night they landed at an inn in a small town.

After a long rest from Peach Blossom Yard, Mo Ran has gone to her room, where Chu Wanning sits at the table, flicking on the candle sticks and examining a porcelain vase in her hands in the warm yellow glow of the light.

The white jade vase contained more than thirty golden pills.

Fortunately, Xuan Ji brought the bottle of medicine to him when he arrived, otherwise he wouldn't have known what to do with Mo Ran.

"This is a new medicine made by Greedy Wolf, about thirty or so pills." This is what Xuan Ji told Chu Wanning in the cave of Peach Blossom Yard, "He consulted the canon and changed some ingredients. One pill will restore you to your normal state for seven days, so this bottle will last you a long time.

"Thank Greedy Wolf for me."

"No need to say thank you." Xuan Ji waved his hand and laughed, "I saw how serious Greedy Wolf's face was, but I can't tell how curious he was about your illness. By the way, he asked me to advise you that this potion is still unstable, so don't be too happy or too sad, or it will easily fail, remember that."

Chu Wanning was thinking about what Xuan Ji had said when he heard the door of the inn knocked on by Duk Duk. He immediately put the porcelain vase away and extinguished the incense burning in the celadon stove before slowly saying, "Come in."

Mo Ran enters Chu Wanning's room fresh from the shower, clad in a fine khaki bathrobe and brushing her long, dark jade hair.

"" Chu Wanning coughed, fortunately his face remained light, "What's wrong"

"That room of mine is not good, I don't like it. Master, can I make do with a floor bunk in yours tonight"

Seeing that Mo Ran's words were vague and Chu Wanning was not stupid, he naturally sensed something strange and asked, "What's not to like?"

"Against, anyway, it's just not good." Says Chu Wanning with a surreptitious glance and a grunt, "The sound insulation is terrible."

Chu Wanning, who was used to a high degree of purity, frowned and did not understand what Mo Ran was referring to. He put on his robe and came barefoot to Mo Ran's room, and Mo Ran had no choice but to follow him.

"It's a bit spartan, but not so spartan that you can't sleep peacefully." Chu Wanning stood and looked around the house before chiding, as it were, "Why are you so spoilt?"

Before the words were out of his mouth, a violent crash could be heard from a wall away, as if something had fallen heavily to the ground.

Mo Ran was too ashamed to listen, so she tugged on Chu Wanning's sleeve and begged, "Master, let's get out of here."

Chu Wanning frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

Mo Ran opened his mouth, but before he could finish his words, he heard another giggle from next door: "Mr. Chang is so annoying, he's always bullying me, don't, don't do that."

"Hey baby, that's a beautiful peony on your chest, let me smell it properly if it smells nice."

The wall panels were so thin that even the rustling of clothes could be heard clearly. The man's ragged gasps mingled with the woman's sweet wails in a way that was unpleasant to the ear.

Chu Wanning didn't understand at first, but only after a while did he realise that his eyes had suddenly widened, and then his face quickly turned from white to red, from red to blue, and finally, with an iron face, he cursed: "I don't know what shame is," and flung his sleeves away.

"Pfft."

Mo Ran couldn't hold back his laughter and laughed lowly behind him. Fortunately, Chu Wanning was so embarrassed that he was walking on the same hand and foot, and did not hear Mo Ran's mockery.

When he returned to his room, he silently finished a cup of tea, then he could barely pretend to be calm and nodded to Mo Ran: "Such foul language is indeed bad for cultivation, so you can stay with me tonight."

"Oh." Mo Ran was surprised to see Chu Wanning in the Peach Blossom Yard, and was not at all suspicious of him, and even protected him, so when he settled down, he was in a good mood, and his teacher's face, which was always cold, seemed much cuter in the candlelight.

Mo Ran arches her eyes and sits cross-legged on the floor, looking up at Chu Wanning with her chin propped up.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen the Master. Wanted to see more." The teenager's voice was laced with an air of laughter and his gaze was warm and bright.

Chu Wanning really does look like Shifu Xia.

Chu Wanning glared at him, "If you have time to look at me, why don't you go and wipe your hair, how can you sleep when it's wet?"

"The towel was left next door." Mo Ran laughed, "Master help me."

""

Xue Meng had been injured once before and could not lift his arm for some days. When he washed his hair during those days, Master always helped him to wipe it.

Chu Wanning looked down at Mo Ran, who was all arms and legs, and grunted, "Why should I help you if you're not sick or in pain?"

Instead, he beckoned him over.

The candlelight is warm at night, reflecting Mo Ran's handsome young face.

Mo Ran sits on the couch, almost a year after his rebirth, at a time when teenagers are growing in size.

It was not easy for Chu Wanning to scrub his hair at this height, so Mo Ran propped himself up with his hands back and ducked down, while Chu Wanning stood on the edge of the bed and rubbed his long hair with an impatient look on his face.

Mo Ran yawned contentedly and squinted his eyes to enjoy the rare peace and quiet.

There are three or two occasional frog calls outside the window.

"Master."

"Hmm."

"Did you know that I went back two hundred years to Lin'an within the Feathermen's illusion and met a man called Chu Xun?"

There was no pause in the wiping motion, "How would I know."

Mo Ran rubbed his nose and smiled, "He looks just like you."

"There are many people who look alike in the world, what's so strange about that."

"No." Mo Ran said earnestly, "He's almost like you, Master... Could he be your ancestor?"

Chu Wanning said lightly, "It's possible. But that was over two hundred years ago, so who can say for sure."

"He has a son." Mo Ran said to himself, "He looks like Master Xia too, I think it's too much of a coincidence, Master, do you think Master Xia could be a lost relative of yours"

"I have no family."

"I told you we were separated," Mo Ran muttered, leaning close enough to Chu Wanning to smell the reassuringly faint scent of begonias.

In his past life and in this one, Chu Wanning's scent always seemed to have a calming effect on him. In his previous life, when he had returned from a bloodbath, the only way to earn a moment's respite from the human world was to bury his face in the nape of his master's neck.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, he has become addicted to Chu Wanning's scent and can't quit.

He closed his eyes and gradually let go of his divine consciousness in such familiar tranquillity, somewhat unaware of this day and night.

In a previous life, in the empty Wushan Palace, he had come back from killing a man, drenched in rain, wet as a homeless abandoned dog when he was so sinful.

That's when he sat down and wrapped his arms around Chu Wanning's waist, burying his face in his belly and asking Chu Wanning to stroke his hair over and over again, which was the only thing that could barely calm his frenzied heart.

Those old dreams are clearly separated by the dust of the past, and the past is like an ocean.

But when you close your eyes, it seems like just yesterday.

Chu Wanning saw that the guy who had been chanting had stopped talking, so he dropped his eyes and saw a face that was silent in the dim candlelight.

Although there is still some youthfulness and childishness in his brow, his features have grown and he can see the kind of handsomeness that is well-defined. It is like the blurred bones of a flower showing through the clouds, with the freshness and vigour of a young man's life.

Chu Wanning's hand gave a slight thump and his heart seemed to beat a little faster.

Ghostly, he called out softly, " Mo Ran ."

"Hmm."

Mo Ran, who was lost in thought, responded vaguely, seemingly a little tired, and pressed her face against Chu Wanning's waist, just as she had done in her previous life.

Chu Wanning :""

Dang. Dang. Dang.

The dense heartbeat was like a battle drum on the sand, shaking him a little.

Chu Wanning pursed his lips, not knowing what to do but to continue rubbing Mo Ran's hair to dry the last vapours.

After a long time, he dropped the towel, smoothed a few more strands of hair from Mo Ran's forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Okay. Go to sleep."

Mo Ran opened her eyes, her dark, purple eyes in a trance for a moment before they gradually became clearer.

When he finally came to his senses, he remembered that he had inevitably leaned on Chu Wanning's waist and that Chu Wanning had not pushed him away, he was shocked and his eyes were wide open like a dumb dog.

Chu Wanning, who had been a little uncomfortable, couldn't help but smile at the sight of him.

Mo Ran saw that he was actually smiling, a shallow smile but indeed a smile, and couldn't help but see his eyes widen and roll even more roundly as he sat up straighter, topping his slightly messy hair, and suddenly said seriously, "Master, you have a scent on you that smells very nice."

""

After a pause, he suddenly frowned, as if trying to recall something, then he thought of it and looked a little stunned, muttering, "How strange, how Xia Sini smells like that too"

Chu Wanning's face changed abruptly.

Before Mo Ran could react, he threw the towel over Mo Ran's head and carried her straight to the bed, saying in a cold voice, "I'm tired, get down to bed."

Mo Ran was thrown out cold and lay on the floor for half a day before sitting up with a start, rubbing his nose and not getting angry, and honestly getting up and hitting the floor.