Chapter 79: My Master is a Playwright

If I didn't know Chu Wanning so well, and if I didn't see how serious he was when he spoke, I think Mo Ran would have believed his nonsense.

Xia Sini is the son of Chu Wanning

Are you kidding me? Do you think he's stupid?

Mo Ran had to play along with Chu Wanning from time to time, making "Oh my God", "I can't believe that", "I can't believe that my master is such an unruly man" and so on. I can't believe he's such an unruly man" and so on and so forth.

I have to say, I don't know what Chu Wanning was up to, but it was an interesting experience.

Mo Ran used to tease him every now and then, and when he was in the teahouse during the day, Mo Ran would hold his cheeks and call out with his round eyes, "Master, Master, Master."

Chu Wanning swallowed a sip of her Yang Xian tea and lifted her eyes to look at him lightly, "Hmm."

"Why don't you identify yourself with Master Xia?"

Chu Wanning said, "It's not that I don't recognise it, it's that fate has not yet arrived."

"And when is it destined to be?"

"It's up to him to make it happen."

Mo Ran looked at his profound look, holding in his laughter made his ribs hurt, but he still had to act like he had pity: "Senior Xia is really so pitiful."

When Mo Ran is bored, he calls Chu Wanning.

"Master Master Master."

"What is it?"

"Let me ask you something quietly." Mo Ran said with a smile, "Who is the madam? Is she beautiful?"

Chu Wanning chokes, then covers it up with a light cough.

"Fair enough."

"Mo Ran said in amazement, "I would have thought that the one who would have caught the eye of the master would have been a beautiful woman."

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Mo Ran pressed his bridle, brought his black horse close to Chu Wanning's white horse and asked, in a bitchy manner, "Do Master and Mistress still communicate?"

"What to and fro" Chu Wanning glanced at him grimly, his upper and lower lips touching, and said morosely, "Your master's mother is dead."

That's two words and he's got his daughter-in-law dead, Mo Ran, almost choking on his saliva: "Dead, dead how?"

Chu Wanning's face was expressionless: "Difficult birth."

""Pfft hahahahahahaha.

If circumstances hadn't prevented it, Mo Ran would probably have fallen off his horse laughing himself to the ground.

Mo Ran was not one to let such an interesting topic go unnoticed. The next day, he washed a bag of fresh cherries for Chu Wanning to eat on the road, and he tried to get him to talk to him a little more.

"Master, can I know who the Master's wife is and what her name is"

Chu Wanning picked up a pulpy cherry and ate it without moving, before saying coolly, "The dead are gone, so what's the use of knowing her name."

Mo Ran acted in a good-natured manner: "The bishop of Zunyi has lived the way of filial piety and fraternal duty, and even though the master's mother is in red, the disciple should remember her family name and pay respects at the winter solstice and at Qingming."

Chu Wanning continued to eat his cherry and said lightly, "No need. Your master's wife is not such a vulgar person and does not like the smell of incense."

Mo Ran skimmed his mouth and secretly rolled his eyes, saying, "It's obvious that you couldn't make up your own life, but you still have the face to say that she's not a person of the world. However, she still smiled: "If you are so unconventional, you must be an immortal cultivator too."

Chu Wanning paused, his white, frosty fingertips taking another cherry and chewing it slowly before saying, "Not bad."

Mo Ran blinked inquisitively, "Which sect is Sifu from?"

Chu Wanning estimated Xia Sini's age and, figuring that he was still in Linyi at the time, said without a hitch, "Confucianism School."

"Oh," Mo Ran said, raising an eyebrow slightly. The Confucianism School had always been a male disciple, and although the female disciples were taught martial arts, they were never given the opportunity to show their faces, and never left their names behind. The Confucianism School women were also quite capable, but the only words known in the jianghu world were "Confucianism women", but no one knew their names or biographies, so they were left to Chu Wanning's imagination, and there was no way to verify them anyway.

However, Mo Ran was not one to stop easily and immediately regained his spirit and asked persistently, "When and how did the master and his mother meet?"

"This."

Chu Wanning was hesitant to make it up, but when his eyes met Mo Ran's bright eyes, he suddenly realised that he did not need to answer his question at all, and immediately pursed his lips, flung his sleeves wide and said in a cold voice, "Why do you ask so much about my master's personal affairs?"

With that, he spurred his horse and left Mo Ran in the dust, leaving him far behind.

The two of them wandered around for more than ten days, visiting several small immortal gates and searching around the weapons and spirit stone stalls in the marketplace, but they found no trace of them.

On this day, Chu Wanning exchanged messages with Xue Zhengyong by means of the usual Tong Hua message, and then left the inn with Mo Ran to check out the marketplace under the Lonely Moonlit.

Lonely Moonlit is the number one Drug Clan in the world and the mentor of Xue Meng's birth mother, Madam Wang.

The fairy gate was built on an island called Linling Island, but Linling Island is not really an island, but the backbone of a giant Xuanwu. The Xuanwu, who lived for millions of years, made a blood pact with Lonely Moonlit's original elder to carry the entire gate across the sea, nourishing the island's trees and flowers with its unique fairy energy.

The disciples of Lonely Moonlit have always been secretive and secretive. The sect itself does not interact with the outside world very often, except on the first and fifteenth days of each month, when Xuanwu will hump the entire immortal sect close to the mouth of Yangzhou, when people from other sects will come to the island to buy medicine, and merchants will also sell them weapons and spiritual stones, as well as some goods that are not available on the island.

However, the most famous place on Linling Island is not Lonely Moonlit, but the 'Xuanyuan Court', which is part of Lonely Moonlit and is one of the most famous merchant houses in Xianxia. It is one of the most famous shops in Xianxia.

The shop is open twice a month and sells some of Lonely Moonlit's finest medicines, as well as rare treasures from various sellers. Although the goods are often forbidden in Xianxia, no one would be tempted to make an enemy of Lonely Moonlit, which produces half of all the medicines in Xianxia. Confucianism School".

"There are many people here, so you put your cloak on."

As more and more people arrive on Linling Island, Chu Wanning pulls down the hood of his cloak himself and whispers to Mo Ran.

Although the Xuanyuan Court has set up private rooms for all major sects in the bidding arena as a sign of respect, because this is a place for the sale of stolen goods and grey trading, in most cases, cultivators do not show their true faces, lest they be identified or get into trouble for nothing.

Mo Ran and Chu Wanning enter the Xuanyuan Court, which is divided into three levels, the centre of which is a nine-petalled lotus flower white jade platform, covered by nine impenetrable barriers, where the goods will be exhibited.

With the white jade platform as the core, hundreds of benches made of red-acid branches extend in four directions towards the southeast and northwest, the most common seats.

On the first floor are the elegant rooms, each of which has a large golden heather window with a curtain in front of it. The curtain is made of silver moon gauze, so that the outside can be seen clearly from the inside, but the scene inside cannot be seen from the outside, which protects the privacy of the guests. The curtain is expensive, at 9,000 gold per hour.

Chu Wanning, who does not like to be crowded with people, took the gold leaves sent by Xue Zhengyong and spent them without any pain.

Xuanyuan Court The servants who serve the guests are all under a life and death contract with the owner of the pavilion and will not divulge half of the guests' personal affairs, but even so, Chu Wanning was still uneasy.

He and Mo Ran were the only ones left in the cubicle. Chu Wanning lifted his hand, dropped his cloak and stood at the window looking down at the heads of people milling about.

"I heard from His Holiness that the Xuan Yuan meeting this time will be hanging a weapon called the Return."

"The Return." Mo Ran shook his head, "Never heard of it."

"It's a Shenwu."

Mo Ran was taken aback: " Shenwu but Jin Chengchi is not already"

"I know what you mean. But it is said that this return was found in an unnamed tomb in the Ten Thousand Gods Ridge, and it is supposed that its previous owner died without an heir to pass on and had Shenwu buried with him."

"So that's it."

But the Shenwu only recognises the Lord of the Name, and when the Lord of the Name dies, the Shenwu will be transferred to his heir. Even if someone else had the Shenwu, it would be difficult to use its power in any way, and in Mo Ran's opinion, there is little point in buying such a weapon.

Chu Wanning saw what Mo Ran was thinking and said, "Even though Shenwu cannot use its true power without recognising its master, it will still be several times more powerful than a normal weapon. These people will still want to use it."

Mo Ran's heart understood: "I understand what the master means, ordinary people rarely see a Shenwu in their lifetime, and since it was said that the return was found in a nameless tomb and is old, people will most likely draw out their own spiritual power to test it, in case they are the descendants of the original owner."

"Indeed."

Mo Ran pondered, "Shenwu is a rare sight, and now there is an unowned one up for bid. It looks like the fake Gouchen's way of tricking everyone into releasing their spiritual energy so that he can see if they have the essence he's looking for."

Chu Wanning took a seat on a soft chair, poured a glass of cold incense from the snow, and slowly finished it. Looking down at the sea of people milling about, he whispered, "Indeed, that is true. Whether this Shenwu is real or not, whether it is a trap set up by the fake Gouchen, it is always good to find out."

At the end of the sentence, a clamour was heard downstairs.

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran look down, both slightly stunned

The golden doors of Xuanyuan Court were wide open, and among the hooded monks, two rows of blue-clad young men with jade crowns were walking around.

Mo Ran wondered, " Ye Wangxi "