In order to express one's sincerity in front of the master, the young master made three plates of charred tofu and ensured that he would not throw away a piece of it. He had to eat all of it.

Chu Wanning was very satisfied and showed a rare admiration.

Mo Ran, who was following behind, looked at it and was unhappy. Emperor Taxian had an inexplicable persistence in Chu Wanning's identification, and immediately ordered three portions of tofu. Chu Wanning glanced at him: "Eat so much, can't you hold on?"

Mo Ran and Xue Meng were exclaiming: "Not mentioning three servings, even if you give three more, I can eat them."

Chu Wanning said lightly: "Okay."

Then he gave Mo Ran six portions of tofu and said, "You are the same, don't waste it."

Mo Ran: “…………………”

The other two were ordered, and Shi Mei was no exception. He smiled and said, "Then... Master, I want three plates too."

So on the first day after Elder Yuheng's confinement ended, his three disciples all got into trouble because they had eaten something bad. The next day, Elder Jue found Chu Wanning and tactfully expressed that Meng Potang was not short of helpers. He asked Chu Wanning to move to Naihe Bridge, help clean the fallen leaves and wipe the pillars.

The Naihe Bridge is a bridge connecting the main area of ​​the Top of Life and Death and the disciple's rest area. It can accommodate five carriages to gallop side by side. The bridge pillars stand with nine white jade beasts, representing the nine sons of dragon birth, and there are also three hundred and sixty lion-headed low pillars, which are magnificent.

Chu Wanning silently swept the ground, and after sweeping, he carefully wiped the jade beast.

After being busy for most of the day, it was raining when it was getting darker.

Most of the disciples who had finished the class did not bring oil-paper umbrellas and ran towards their residences in the puddles. The raindrops slammed on the stone steps. Chu Wanning took a look at them from afar and saw the young girls with relaxed smiles on their faces, which were soaked in the rain that they were so embarrassed and bright.

"..." Chu Wanning knew that if they were allowed to see him, the brightness and ease would disappear, so he thought about it and walked around the bridge hole.

Some disciples ran in front and came to the bridge, saw the scene clearly, and couldn't help but say "Huh".

"Entertainment?"

"How did the barrier be laid on the Naihe Bridge?"

"It was probably arranged by Elder Xuan Ji." A disciple guessed, "Elder Xuan Ji is the best for us."

The translucent golden barrier cage was cage at the top of the Naihe Bridge, spreading and spreading, and spreading to the main trail of the disciple's rest area in a momentum, covering all the paths they were going to take next.

"It must have been arranged by Elder Xuan Ji. Isn't this place under his control?"

"Elder Xuan Ji is so nice."

"This barrier is so beautiful, the elder is indeed amazing."

The disciples shook their hair, pushed and hid in the barrier, and walked towards the rest area all the way.

Chu Wanning stood under the bridge hole and listened to the crowds of people on the bridge. Until there was no sound, the returned young men had already walked far away. He slowly closed the barrier and walked out of the bridge hole calmly.

"Master."

Suddenly I heard someone called him.

Chu Wanning suddenly looked up and there was no one on the shore.

"I'm here."

He looked up at the sound and saw Mo Ran sitting obliquely on the white jade bridge, wearing silver and blue light armor, and his legs lazily placed on the edge of the bridge railing.

The boy's eyes were astonishingly dark, and his eyelashes were like two small fans, hanging down in front of him. He was holding an oil-paper umbrella, staring at himself with a smile.

One of them is on the bridge, with leaves rustling. The other is under the bridge, with cold rain running across the river.

They just looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while.

The mist and rain between the heaven and earth are hazy and lingering. Occasionally, fallen leaves and bamboos sway down with the wind and rain, blowing and falling between the two.

Finally, Mo Ran laughed out loud, with some teasing: "Elder Xuan Ji, you are soaked."

Chu Wanning spoke coldly almost at the same time: "How do you know it's me?"

Mo Ran pursed his lips, his eyes were curved, and his dimples were deep: "As such a big barrier, Elder Xuan Ji can't come out, right? If he is not a master, who else can it be?"

Chu Wanning: “…”

Mo Ranzhi was too lazy to cast spells for him to shelter from the rain, and with a sudden inspiration, he threw the umbrella down.

"This is for you, then."

The bright red oil-paper umbrella fell down, and Chu Wanning caught it. The blue bamboo and wood umbrella handle was still stained with some temperature. The crystal water droplets dripped along the umbrella surface. Chu Wanning looked up at him: "What about you?"

Mo Ran smiled sly: "Master casts a spell, can I go back cleanly?"

Chu Wanning snorted, but still gently brushed her sleeves. A transparent golden barrier was immediately spread above Mo Ran. Mo Ran looked up and smiled and said, "Haha, it's so beautiful, and there are peony patterns. Thank you."

Chu Wanning glanced at him: "That's a crabapple, only five petals."

After saying that, the white-clothed umbrella left. Liu Moran stood alone in the rain curtain, counting the petals: "One, two, three, four, five...ah, it's really five petals..."

When I looked up again, Chu Wanning had already walked away.

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes and stood under the barrier. The childish smile on his face disappeared little by little, gradually changing into a complex expression.

He suddenly didn't understand what he was thinking.

It would be great if you only have pure love or pure disgust for a person's feelings.

The rain stopped for four days. When the clouds were cleared, a fleet of cars jingled bells, stepped on the clear pond of water, shattered the sky light and cloud shadows, and stopped in front of the mountain gate of the top of life and death.

The bamboo curtain was lifted up, and a folding fan with bright red ears hanging out of it.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of blue-bottomed and silver-edged combat boots stepped out, stepped on the shaft, and landed heavily on the ground with a bang, dust flying.

This is a strong man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, big arms and round waist, wearing blue and silver light armor, and a neat beard, looking about forty years old. He looks very rough, but his big hand like an iron tower shakes a delicately crafted literati fan, which is indescribable.

The fan opened with a "bang", and I saw the side facing someone else, saying-

"Xue Lang is very beautiful."

Towards oneself, it says—

“The world is ugly.”

This fan is famous all over the world. The reason is that in addition to the master of the fan's skill, it is also because the words written on the fan are too embarrassing.

Boast about yourself and ridicule others on the contrary.

The fan handle is gently shaken, and you can smell the narcissism of the fan owner within a radius of hundreds of miles. Everyone in the world of cultivation knows it.

Who is the owner of this fan? It is Xue Meng's father, Mo Ran's uncle, Xue Zhengyong and Xue Xianchang who had been staying outside for more than two months.

The so-called dragon gives birth to dragons, and the phoenix gives birth to phoenixes. The son of a mouse can dig holes.

The same goes for the other way around. If your son is a peacock, I will definitely open my tail.

Although Xue Meng has a beautiful face and is completely different from his powerful Kong Wu's father, at least they are similar in their hearts.

Everyone thinks "Xue Lang is very beautiful, and the world is very ugly."

Xue Zhengyong stretched, moved his muscles and bones, twisted his neck, and smiled and said, "Oh, this carriage is so exhausting that I finally got home."

In the Danxin Hall, Mrs. Wang was preparing medicine powder, sitting on the left and right respectively.

She said softly: "Four liang of hemostatic grass, one branch of Shouyang Ginseng."

"Mom, weigh it." Xue Meng sat cross-legged beside her and handed her herbs. Mrs. Wang took it, smelled the scent of the hemostatic herbs, and then said, "No, this grass has been put together with Guanghuo for a long time and will taste. The decoction made will be damaged. Go and get some fresh ones."

"Oh OK." Xue Meng got up again and went to the inner room to read through the medicine cabinet.

Mrs. Wang continued: "Three qian of Wulingzhi and one qian of Cuscuta."

Mo Ran handed her the material neatly: "Auntie, how long will this medicine last?"

"No need to boil it, just take it." Mrs. Wang said, "When I finish grinding the powder, can A Ran deliver it to Elder Yuheng?"

Mo Ran originally didn't want to give it to him, but he looked at Xue Meng's back and knew that if he didn't give it to him, the person who delivered the medicine must be Xue Meng.

For some reason, he just didn't like Xue Meng staying alone with Chu Wanning, so he said, "Okay."

He paused and asked again: "By the way, aunt, is this medicine bitter?"

"Somewhat bitter, what's wrong?"

Mo Ran smiled and said, "It's nothing." But he grabbed a handful of candy from the fruit plate and stuffed it into his sleeve.

The people in the hall were concentrating on prepping medicine, but suddenly a burst of cheerful and bold laughter sounded at the entrance of the hall. Xue Zhengyong strode into the hall with a radiant look, and said happily: "Madam, I'm back! Hahahaha!"

The leader of the dignified sect had no warning before coming in, and was so shocked that Mrs. Wang almost sprinkled the powder in the medicine spoon. She opened her beautiful eyes in surprise: "Husband?"

Mo Ran also stood up to greet him: "Uncle."

"Ah, Ran'er is here too?" Xue Zhengyong was burly and majestic, but his words were very kind. He patted Mo Ran on the shoulder hard, "Good boy, I haven't seen you for a while, and it seems that he has run away again. How about it? Is the trip to Caidie Town still going smoothly?"

Mo Ran smiled and said, "It's quite smooth."

"Okay, okay! With Chu Wanning here, I knew there would be no mistakes, hahahaha-by the way, where is your master? Another person is stuck on the mountain to tinker with his gadgets?"

Mo Ran was a little embarrassed when he heard this: "Master..."

His uncle is as fierce as fire and is prone to impulsiveness. A large part of the reason for his death in his previous life is attributed to such a personality. Of course, Mo Ran didn't want to tell him directly that Chu Wanning was given two hundred baguettes and was also confined to three months. While thinking about how to speak, a "ah" sound suddenly came from behind him.

Xue Meng walked out in a daze with a pile of bleeding-stopping grass. Seeing his father, he couldn't help but say: "Dad."

"Meng'er!"

Mo Ran was relieved secretly. When the father and son met, they would definitely flatter each other and praised each other. He happened to think about how to tell the story of Chu Wanning being punished.
To be continued...