The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Yuliang Village is a very small village. The people living in the village are all old, and there are not many young people. Therefore, every year when the farming is busy, the immortals at the top of death and life will be invited to help.

This kind of entrustment that has nothing to do with the practice of Taoism will never be accepted by other fairy sects, but Xue Zhengyi and his elder brother started from scratch, and they have been used to hard times since they were young. It is said that they grew up eating a lot of food, so Not only could he not refuse these requests from the old tenant farmers, but he also took them seriously every time and sent his disciple Haosheng to complete them.

The village is not far from the summit of life and death, and it is too troublesome to walk there, and it is too pretentious to take a carriage.

So Xue Zhengyi prepared two good horses for them. Chu Wanning went down to the mountain gate and saw Mo Ran standing under a tall maple tree. It was late autumn, the forest was gradually dyed, the maple leaves were red, and the wind As soon as it blows, the frosty leaves all over the branches are brilliant like a brocade, like a red carp jumping up and down.

Mo Ran was holding the rope of a black horse in his hand, while the other white horse was rubbing his cheek affectionately. He was teasing them with a handful of alfalfa flowers. When he heard the sound of footsteps, he turned around and happened to be a few A red leaf fell lightly, Mo Ran looked up and smiled in the flowers and leaves.

"Master."

Chu Wanning's footsteps slowed down, and finally stopped on the last few steps.

The sun shines through the luxuriant branches and leaves, infiltrating the stone steps covered with moss. He looked at the man not far away. Perhaps because of the farm work, Mo Ran did not wear the disciple uniform of the peak of death and life today, nor did he wear it. The white robe he wore when he came back.

He was wearing a black cloth with gauntlets wrapped around his wrists. It couldn't be more simple, but he had a slender waist, long legs, and broad shoulders. To the firm and tight chest muscles, the honey-colored skin rises and falls with breathing.

If Xue Meng’s shining silver armor is called Ming Sao, it’s a peacock opening its tail, and the ink burns like this, it’s a stuffy coquettish, innocent coquettish, reckless and pure coquettish—in a word, I I'm an honest person, never teasing me, I don't know anything except working hard.

"..." Chu Wanning looked at him back and forth several times, and said, "Mo Ran."

"Huh? What's the matter, Master?" The sturdy man asked with a smile.

Chu Wanning was expressionless: "The neckline is so open, are you cold?"

The ink burned slightly, and immediately felt that the master was concerned about himself, very happy, he put the alfalfa back into the horse straw basket, clapped his hands, ran up the bluestone steps in twos and twos, and stood tall and handsome in Chu Wanning In front of him, before Chu Wanning could react, he grabbed Chu Wanning's wrist.

"It's not cold, I've been busy all morning, but I'm actually very hot." He smiled heartlessly, and took Chu Wanning's hand on his undulating chest, "Master, look, isn't it?"

Very hot.

The temperature in the young man's chest was very warm, accompanied by the sound of blood surging heartbeat, and those eyes that were as bright as stars, Chu Wanning felt a numbness in his back, hurriedly shook off his hand, and his face sank.

"Like something."

"Ah... are you sweating?" Mo Ran would be wrong. He now thinks that Chu Wanning doesn't like men. What would Wan Ning mean to him, so he only took Master's displeasure as that he couldn't stand the sweat on his body.

Thinking of Chu Wanning's love of cleanliness and dislike of being in contact with people, Mo Ran couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, scratching his head and saying: "I was reckless for a while..."

If he looked carefully, he would find that the depths of Chu Wanning's handsome neck were crimson, and there was a shimmer of affection under the cold and drooping eyelashes.

But he didn't notice it in the first moment, and Chu Wanning would not give him another chance to notice.Stepping on the slippery bluestone with his clean white shoes, he walked straight towards the black horse, turned over, got on the horse, and his movements were smooth and smooth.

In the sun that covered the sky and the red leaves all over the mountains and plains, he was dressed in white, riding on a tall black horse. He turned his face and looked down at the apprentice standing on the ground. His ice-jade face looked very unruly, no matter how sharp it was. However, Elder Yuheng couldn't be more handsome.

"I'm leaving, you follow quickly."

After all, the slender legs clamped the horse's belly, and he rode Hongchen and rode away.

Mo Ran stood there, stunned for a while, picked up the half-fed alfalfa bamboo basket, tied the basket to the white saddle, and turned on the horse, crying and laughing: "That black horse is my horse, Master Why are you riding around... Master! Wait for me!"

The two galloped on horseback, and arrived at Yuliang Village in less than half an hour.

There are dozens of acres of rice fields outside the village, with golden waves rolling in. There are about [-] farmers busy in the fields. Because there are not many farmers, no matter young or old, they are all working. Trouser legs, wielding a sickle, with sweat dripping down their faces, it looks like they are struggling.

Mo Ran immediately went to the village head, handed the letter to him, and then didn't say much, changed the hemp shoes and went into the field.He is strong and energetic, and he is a cultivator, so it is no problem to cut some wheat.After working for half a day, I have already cut off two large fields of rice.

The golden ears of rice are piled up beside the paddy field, and the sun is shining, which is full of the fragrance of grains.The sound of rustling sickles when farmers are plowing can be heard in the mountains and plains, and there are also big girls sitting on the ridge, busy picking up tassels, while singing farm songs leisurely.

"The sun is setting and the red flowers are shining. The four mountains are red. The red flowers are against the peony. Sing a love song. A red fan. Ask your lover. The hydrangea is round. I'm pulling on the man's belt. When will I come? I don't have time today. , Tomorrow I have to chop firewood, and I will not come to my little sister's house until the next day."

This soft little tune, with shy libretto, swayed out of the peasant girl's mouth unintentionally, swayed between the heaven and the earth, and fell into the heart of the listener.

"I don't have time today, I have to chop firewood tomorrow, and I won't come to my little sister's house until the day after tomorrow."

Chu Wanning did not go down to the ground, holding a jar of hot water and leaning against the tree to drink, listening to this song, a pair of eyes chasing the black diligent figure in the distance, his mind fluctuated, the water dripped from his throat, it seemed that there was no flow Into the stomach, but instead gurgled into the chest, a burst of heat.

"The sound of the decadent." After drinking the water, he commented four words coldly.Go and return the jar to the village chief.

The village chief looked at him hesitantly.

Chu Wanning was a little irritable and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...Xianjun...doesn't go down to the ground?" The old village head is an upright person. Since he asked, he answered tremblingly, with white beard trembling and white eyebrows frowned, "Xianjun...is he here? Overseer?"

"..."

Chu WanNing felt so embarrassed for the first time.

down to the ground...

Didn't Xue Zhengyi tell him that he just needs to watch the ink burn and work hard?Do you really want him to go down?

...He won't! !

Helplessly, the old village chief stared at him hesitantly, and even the young children and old women beside him raised their heads and glanced at this well-dressed man.

Tong Yan Wuji, a child in a bun asked crisply: "Grandma, grandma, this Daoist elder brother is dressed in such white, how did he get off the ground?"

"His sleeves are so wide..." another child murmured.

"The shoes are so clean..."

Chu Wanning was said to have thorns on his back, so awkward.Standing in place for a while, he really didn't have the face to go on leisurely like this, so he picked up a sickle and went into the paddy field without taking off his shoes. The slippery mud immediately wrapped his feet, and the cold stagnant water reached his ankles. At the bottom, Chu Wanning tried to take two steps, the greasy feeling made people frown, and tried to swing the sickle twice, but unfortunately the strength was always wrong, and the cut was very clumsy.

"...Pfft, this Taoist elder brother is so stupid." Two children held their chins and saw his actions under the mulberry tree, laughing at him like this.

Chu Wanning: "..."

Most of his face was darkened, and he no longer wanted to get too close to these people. Chu Wanning struggled to maintain a calm gait in the quagmire, with handsome facial features, and strode towards the fiery figure who was cutting rice in the distance. .

He is going to take a peek at how the ink burns.

If three people walk together, there must be my teacher, and he will steal the teacher.

For tenant affairs, Mo Ran is obviously much more skilled than Chu Wanning. Under the scorching sun, he bent down, raised a knife in his hand, and once he was put down from the golden ears of rice, he fell softly on his wide in the arms.He first held the harvested rice in one hand, filled a bundle, and then threw it into the bamboo basket behind him.

He was very serious when he was doing these things, and he didn't see Chu Wanning coming, but honestly and diligently drooping his soft eyelashes, there was a blurred shadow on his tall nose, and sweat dripped down his cheeks Luo, he has an almost wild breath, hot and wild, dull and passionate.Under the sun, his skin was like burning copper and iron, glowing with astonishing sparks, as if it was still hissing and bubbling the dense heat from the sword-forging pond, so bright and brilliant.

Chu Wanning admired it for a while, and suddenly realized what he was doing, immediately frowned and shook his head, muttered something, and continued to move forward with a straight face.

He is going to steal a teacher!

He wants to see how Mo Ran's hand holds the sickle, how the falling arc should be tilted, and why the rice is as hard as a wire in his hand, but in Mo Ran's palm, the bunches become weak and boneless Girl, she was willing to lean into his arms one after another.

Probably because he was too focused, Chu Wanning didn't notice that there was a frog "croaking" under his feet, jumping up and jumping up and down on the ridge.

Chu Wanning was taken aback, and hurriedly retracted his feet to avoid it, but the paddy field was too slippery, he didn't pay attention, and the dignified elder Yuheng suddenly fell forward because of a majestic frog!

"brush!"

Seeing that his face was about to be buried in the mud, Chu Wanning didn't care about casting spells, but subconsciously pulled the busy figure in front of him.

The singing voice of Huang Hua's girl is becoming more and more charming: "I'm pulling on Lang's belt—when will I come——"

Coincidentally, Chu Wanning grabbed Mo Ran's belt suddenly, staggered forward a few steps, and then fell into a fiery, masculine broad chest, a pair of strong arms surrounded him.

The author has something to say:

Female Assist: My chapter is already online, really.

Mo Ran: ... Uh ... is that the frog?

Female assists: Goodbye.