The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Seeing Chu Wanning turning his head, Hua Binan seemed to have a smile in his eyes. He stretched out a white and delicate hand from under the wide blue silk robe sleeve, and spread it out softly, signaling Chu Wanning The brocade box in front of my subordinates.

Chu night Ning nodded, and said to the dumb servant: "Thank you."

Seeing that he put away the box, the dumb servant bowed again and went back to his master.

Xue Zhengyi said in surprise: "Yuheng, do you know the master of cold scales?"

"I don't know." Chu Wanning looked at the box in front of him, "If you know me, you don't need to spend 250 million gold in Xuanyuanhui to buy his tapir fragrance."

"Then why did he give you this?"

"I don't know either." Chu Wanning said, "Open it and have a look."

The brocade box was opened, and there were five bottles of warm tapir fragrance and a letter neatly packed inside.

Chu Wanning opened it and read it. The content of the letter was simple. He said that he knew that Master Chu paid a high price for the dew in Xuanyuan Pavilion. He felt that the tapir dew was not worth the price. He always wanted to offer five more bottles, but he never had the chance Meet the master, now Lingshan for a while, get this good fate, I hope you will accept it.

Xue Zhengyi immediately said: "I think he wants to make friends with you."

"..."

If you don't accept this kind of gift, it will be an insult to the other party. Chu Wanning thanked Hua Binan, but handed over the brocade box to Xue Zhengyi.

Xue Zhengyong happily said: "Give it to me?"

"...to Elder Greedy Wolf." Chu Wanning said, "I always feel that this Hua Binan is a bit strange. Xuanyuan Pavilion sells so many high-priced medicines for him every year, which are all inflated. Does he compensate them one by one? ?”

Xue Zhengyi muttered: "I don't think it's surprising. After all, there are high prices. It's as ridiculously high as you. This is the first time I've heard of it."

Chu Wanning was angry, and said: "It's just what you need, what's outrageous. In short, you gave all these five bottles to Tanlang. I think there should be no poison here, but let Tanlang learn The preparation method of some tapir fragrance is not considered a waste."

"You don't need it anymore?"

"I……"

It's strange to say that those absurd and incomparably real dreams have become less and less recently. Except for the few days when I just came out of Confucianism, I occasionally dreamed of some fragmented scenes, and the rest of the nights were good dreams.

Drinking Tapir Fragrance Dew is also a waste of money. Chu Wanning feels that there is no need to keep such a good potion.

Lingshan stayed for two or three days, and when he returned to the peak of death and life, Mo Ran was gone.

Xue Meng said: "Go to eliminate the demon."

There was a thin mark between Chu Wanning's eyebrows: "Another demon? This month's No. 19."

"They all ran out of the Confucianism Men's Golden Drum Tower." Xue Meng sighed, "I caught a lot of them and locked them in our Tongtian Tower, but the Tongtian Tower is no smaller than the Golden Drum Tower. It is not as powerful as the Confucianism School, if this continues, I am afraid that the tower will not be able to stand it."

Xue Zhengyong said: "Next time Li Wuxin will come again, let him take some to Bitan Villa and keep it in his Holy Spirit Tower."

Xue Meng smiled: "This is also a good idea."

Xue Zhengyong said: "Lonely Moon Night can also be divided, I heard that their Star Picking Tower is a circle bigger than the Golden Drum Tower of Rufengmen..."

This time Xue Meng didn't want to, raised his dark eyebrows, and said angrily: "No!"

"what happened?"

"I don't like that ginger dog. He hates him very much. I don't even want to give him the monster caught by my sect even if the Tongtian Tower is broken!"

Chu Wanning shook his head, unwilling to listen to their father and son yelling, so he left first.

He went back to the waterside pavilion to take a nap, and it really was a good night's sleep again, no old dreams disturbed, when he woke up, the setting sun was already like blood, the night filled most of the sky, only a trace of sunset blood remained in the sky.

At this time, Meng Potang had no food, but he was a little hungry, so he packed up his clothes, opened the door and went out, planning to go around Wuchang Town and have some snacks.

It turned out that I happened to see the ink burning and eliminating the demons, walking on the long bluestone steps leading to the red lotus water pavilion.

Seeing him, Mo Ran smiled: "Master, I heard that Uncle said that you were sleeping, and I was trying to wake you up."

"Is something wrong?"

"It's okay." He said, "I just want to come to you and walk together."

It's really a coincidence that Chu Wanning felt a little joy because of the coincidence between them. In the affection, a little bit of congeniality is worth making people feel comfortable.

"Where to go?"

But they asked together.

Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment, and Mo Ran was also stunned.

Immediately said: "Listen to you."

They said it together again.

Chu Wanning's ten fingers were clenched shyly in the sleeves, there was sweat in the fingers, his eyes were black and hot, but he looked at Mo Ran calmly and steadily.

Mo Ran couldn't help grinning.

"Everywhere is fine."

Chu WanNing is actually very happy, but he is still used to being light, even if his happiness is not light, it is very strong, like the bluish-colored Xifu Begonia flowers on the branches.

He said: "Let's go then, go to the town and have a look and have something to eat."

He didn't even ask Mo Ran about how to get rid of the demon, whether it went smoothly or not, they are destined and intentional now, and they have a tacit understanding. There was a faint light in his eyes, and he knew that everything was fine and there was no need to say anything.

They came to Wuchang Town together.

Over the years, Wuchang Town has been getting better and better. From the original Sanheng Street and Sanzhu Street, it has expanded to the current Liuheng Street and Wushu Street, which is almost a full circle.

"When I first came to the peak of death and life, the firewood doors of every household were closed before nightfall, incense burner ash was sprinkled outside the courtyard, gossip mirrors were hung on the doors, and soul-suppressing bells were tied under the eaves." Chu Wanning looked at the people coming and going in front of him. , the scene at the beginning of the Huadeng, said, "Except for the name of this small town, the rest are almost unrecognizable."

The ink burned and said with a smile: "There is a peak of death and life, and it will only be better in the future."

The two walked along the re-paved Qingshi main street in the town. Along the way, there were people blowing sugar, playing shadow puppetry, spending stalls selling snacks and barbecue, and eating Gudong pot. Rows of lanterns illuminate the bustling night market and the fireworks in the world.

When Mo Ran saw the Gudong pot stall, he remembered that he, Xue Meng, and Xia Sini had eaten here together, so he smiled and held Chu Wanning back: "Master, eat this, this restaurant has your favorite food." I like to drink soy milk."

They sat down on the creaking bamboo chairs. It was very cold, but the chef who cooked the dishes was very hot. He was shirtless, wiped his sweat, and moved over to ask: "You two immortals, what do you want?" ?”

Chu Wanning said: "Mandarin duck pot."

Mo Ran said: "Mushroom clear soup pot."

"...Don't you want spicy food?"

Mo Ran lowered his eyes and smiled, his voice was gentle and low: "I want to quit."

Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment, and vaguely understood why Mo Ran suddenly didn't want to eat spicy food anymore. It seemed that there were fish swimming in the lake, bubbling in the heart pool, and the water waves swayed slightly.

"You don't have to quit..."

The ink burned: "No, I just like it."

"..."

"I like to quit, I want to quit." He looked at Chu Wanning, the thick eyelashes moved, and fell on the tip of the other's reddish ears, and smiled.

The second half of the sentence didn't go on——

I want to be like you. When eating hot pot, two pairs of chopsticks can be inserted into a lively pot. It is no longer one red and one white.

Mo Ran ordered some stir-fried vegetables, but unfortunately the small stall does not make exquisite desserts, so he ordered three cans of soy milk in a fat porcelain pot, and then sat and waited for the dishes to come.

All around are people who are eating, men, women, old and young, with black hair and hoar frost, the steam from the soup pot is billowing, the flames of the wok are rising, shouting and punching, talking, laughing and selfish desires, all in this bubbling firework heat, dishes and wine The warmth gathers into the gentleness of a lake and a sea.

The world is so ordinary, and the world of mortals is so lively.

Before Mo Ran was 15 years old, he was too hungry to eat these good wine and food.

After becoming the Emperor of the Immortals, even more than ten thousand people, they still can't get such real peace.

There are now.

Suddenly the tongue of fire rose, and it turned out that the man in charge of the spoon was holding the pot to drop the vegetables. The fire rolled up from the cauldron in clusters, reflecting a fine copper-colored oily luster on the shirtless man, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar poured down one by one, and his strong arms The muscles are shaking, and a plate of stir-fry is out of the pan in an instant.

When it's hot, serve it on the table immediately.

"It's oily and crispy!" shouted the younger brother who was helping.

In the previous life, Ta Xianjun could not please all kinds of delicacies, but for some reason, he was provoked to laugh out loud by this "oily and crispy". His slender fingers overlapped and touched the smooth chin. Her eyelashes moved slightly, and the brilliance from all over the world gathered on the two black curtains at this moment, dyeing the darkness very brightly.

Chu night Ning asked: "What are you laughing at?"

"I don't know, I'm just happy."

Chu Wanning stopped talking, but the handsome man's smile on the opposite side was so charming and inexplicable, it made his heart brighten up.

After eating, I looked up at the sky and felt that it was going to rain, but the people below didn't seem to care, and they were still spending the splendid night in an orderly manner.

They walked past a lantern shop, Mo Ran suddenly stopped and stood there watching.

Chu Wanning followed his gaze, and it turned out that the old craftsman was carefully papering a pagoda lantern, and there was another one that was very similar, and it was already done. There was a seat under it, which was a river lantern.

"Old man, please, please bring me this pagoda lantern."

No price was asked, nor did Mo Ran like it or not.

Chu Wanning walked over and handed the gold leaf to the old man who was bent over and was making a lamp seriously, and then casually handed the river lamp to the apprentice standing behind him.

"Take it."

Mo Ran was surprised and delighted, and even a little dazed: "For me?"

Chu Wanning didn't speak, holding the half jug of wine that he hadn't finished drinking during the meal, looked around, his eyes fell on the gurgling river in the distance, and he walked there.

The lights flickered on and off, and then turned on again, and the lights were brilliant, winning the majesty of the pagoda.

Mo Ran held the river lantern and murmured: "I want to put it on once since I was a child, but I have no money every year."

"Yes." Chu Wanning glanced at him lightly, "You are the poorest."

Mo Ran laughed.

The river is flowing quietly and gently. Chu Wan would rather not go down the stone steps. He is lazy, so he leans against the covered bridge with his arms folded so leisurely. He raised his head and took a sip from the wine jug with bright red tassels, then turned his face slightly, the red lantern at the corner of the eaves shimmered dimly on his delicate face like porcelain jade, his expression was indifferent, but his eyes had an irresistible warmth, Looking at the happy man on the bank of the river, holding a river lantern, with slightly clumsy hands and feet.

Fool, what's the fun in this.

But still without blinking his eyes, he watched Mo Ran go to the river, talked a lot with the pagoda lamp, and finally leaned over and put it gently on the river surface, a ray of golden red light was reflected in the sparkling river water In the middle, Mo Ran paddled the water surface twice, sending the Buddha on a long journey.

That day, Mo Ran stood by the dark river for a long time.

It is not a festival, and no one else on the river puts lights on the river except him.

Only that little pagoda lantern, exuding a faint and persistent brilliance, travels far and wide in the endless cold water of the long night, and then turns into a trembling and bleak spark, and finally is swallowed by the darkness and disappears.

Mo Ran stood there silently, no one knew what he was thinking.

He saw the end.

Until the vast river, there is no more light.

It's raining, thunderstorm.

Raindrops hit duckweed, knock on powder walls and black tiles.

The crowd laughed and exclaimed and scattered. There is rarely such a sudden downpour in winter. Vendors scrambled to cover the pots, pans, tools and utensils used for making a living with brown tarpaulins, and pushed the carts in a hurry. Run away and hide from the heavy rain.

Chu Wanning was also a little numb for a while. Although Jingzhe is not far away, it is not yet winter, and the rain is too anxious.

He was standing under the covered bridge, the rain was blowing and the wind was blowing, and only a little bit of his clothes were wet, but Mo Ran hurried up from the river beach below, his clothes were wet, his face was wet, and his eyes were wet too. black.

Looking at him, she smiled gently and embarrassedly.

"Create a spell and dry it yourself."

"Ah."

Such heavy rain does not prevent the immortals from traveling, especially for masters like Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, a small enchantment can cleanly return to the peak of life and death.

But none of them opened the barrier, but stood side by side under the pillars, waiting for the rain to stop.

After waiting for a long time, the rain did not seem to be weakening. The sky and the earth were covered with fog and torrents. The bustling night market just now dissipated in an instant, like watercolors or ink paintings that had been diluted by the cold rain.

Mo Ran said: "This rain doesn't seem to be going to stop."

Chu Wanning said lightly: "It's raining, it seems to be sick."

Mo Ran laughed out loud, laughed for a while, turned his head and said to Chu Wanning: "What should I do, I can't go back."

"..."

Chu WanNing knew that he should answer him, "Aren't you practicing Taoism?" "Can't you open a barrier?" "Why can't you go back."

But he was silent for a while, and for some reason he didn't say a word, but he didn't respond either, he just looked up and looked at the vast night rain.

His palms were slightly hot, and there was a little sweat between his curled fingers.

I was thinking about how to answer, but my hand was held by Mo Ran. Whether his slight trembling, slight heat, or slight sweat stains, they all fell into Mo Ran without any cover. hands.

Mo Ran looked at him, and for a long while, his Adam's apple moved: "Master, I, I want to be with you..."

The words came to my lips, but I couldn't say them, but my heart was numb and throbbing, and I couldn't swallow them.

At the end, his black eyes were moist and hot, and in a word, he spoke earnestly and implicitly, cryptically and intimately, and he whispered: "I mean... the rain is too heavy, don't go back to the sect tonight, Lu If you go that far, you'll catch a cold."

Chu Wanning didn't react, and said for a moment, "I'm not cold."

"Then are you hot?"

"I'm not hot either..."

Mo Ran's breathing was hot, his chest heaved, and before Chu Wanning could answer, he held his hand, pressed it against his beating heart, and whispered, "I'm hot."

The rain beat duckweed.

But Chu Wanning saw the fire in his eyes, saw the melt flow and Zhongxia.

The young man was almost pitiably anxious, yet lovely.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Let's go to the nearest inn, shall we? Go now."

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Gouzi: Seeing the last sentence of today, why do I feel like the kind of pig hoof who tricked his boyfriend to open a house in college...