The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Because of Mo Ran's words yesterday, Chu Wanning felt extremely ashamed. After leaving the Miaoyin Pool, he didn't want to talk to Mo Ran anymore, and left without looking back.

People need face and trees need skin, and he is so frustrated, how did Mo Ran have the face to say such bastard words... Could it be that Mo Ran thought he would nod and agree?

Just do this kind of thing, why bother to ask him!

On the second day, the elder who taught the scriptures and history fell ill, Xue Zhengyi asked Chu Wanning to be responsible for monitoring the endorsement of the disciples. The classics and history are a big class, and there are many disciples. He couldn't manage it alone, so he let the ink burn them Also come to help patrol and answer questions.

The four masters and apprentices, Shi Mo and Mo Ran are the busiest, the reason is very simple, Shi Mo is gentle and handsome, Mo Ran is kind and heroic, they are all very attractive to the younger brothers and sisters, especially Shi Mo, with long legs and narrow waist , with picturesque features, he has faded away from the innocence of his youth, and he is completely a handsome man with a good temper and a pleasant voice. Both men and women are easy to like him.

As for Mo Ran, he was trapped in the group of female disciples and couldn't get out.

"Senior brother Mo, I don't understand this sentence, can you help me look?"

"Senior Brother Mo, I don't really understand the difference between the two spells. Can Senior Brother teach me?"

"Senior Brother Mo—"

After Mo Ran explained to the ninth grinning junior sister why the "Wan Tao Returning Wave Curse" had to be exactly the same as the creator's painting to work, Chu Wanning finally couldn't bear it anymore, he frowned, coldly After a few rows of disciples, he glanced at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran has been left aside by him since yesterday, but he actually felt a little wronged in his heart.

He was used to roughness in his previous life, but he cherishes it even more in this life.So every step I take, I want to see if Chu Wanning is happy, and he doesn't know what he did wrong. Shouldn't he ask that sentence?

Or the name is wrong, instead of asking "My good master, can I go in next time?" Instead, I should ask: "My dear baby, can I go in next time?"

Suffering a day of cold reception for no reason, at this moment, he suddenly noticed Chu Wanning's gaze - even if he stared at him fiercely, Mo Ran was still like a cabbage that had been watered with clear water, and immediately came to his spirits and smiled brightly at him.

"..."

This person didn't understand at all where those Yingyingyanyans had so many problems.

Don't they understand?If you really don’t understand, the originator of Wan Tao’s return to the waves is standing here, why don’t you come to ask Chu Wanning, and go around the bend to call their "Senior Brother Mo"?

Chu Wanning was unhappy, but didn't say anything, only looked at Mo Ran indifferently and silently.

Looking at it, Mo Ran felt something was wrong, and it happened that the tenth junior junior sister was eagerly waving at him: "Brother Mo~"

"Sorry, I have something to do." Mo Ran smiled and pointed to Xue Meng, "Ask your brother Xue."

After that, he walked towards Chu Wanning, leaving the little junior sister with a ball head showing a disappointed look, biting the penholder and sighing "Oh".

"Master, what's the matter? You don't seem very happy?"

Chu Wanning pursed her lips, did not speak directly, and pondered for a moment and said: "I am a little tired, let Xue Meng go to patrol that circle, and you will help watch here."

Mo Ran didn't doubt him, nodded, and followed Chu Wanning here dutifully.It's strange to say that when I walked beside Chu Wanning, I suddenly felt that there were a lot fewer people asking questions. Could it be that the disciples in this area are smarter than those in that area?

He couldn't hear the disturbing "Senior Brother Mo", or the more disturbing "Senior Brother Mo", Chu Wanning finally felt better, but he still remained expressionless, standing in front of everyone who was reciting the scriptures. The junior disciples were pacing and walking, and suddenly heard a conversation between two young disciples.

"Senior brother, senior brother, let me tell you, there is a vixen in Miaoyinchi."

"Ah? How do you say that?"

"Yesterday, after I took a shower in Plum Pond, I was about to go back, but I heard a faint...uh... there was such a movement in the distance..."

The senior brother looked very surprised, opened his mouth for a while, and hesitated: "Could it be some pair of classmates who are acting boldly?"

"Who is so courageous? It's impossible. This kind of thing can be done in private. If you go to Miaoyinchi, if Elder Yuheng or Elder Tanlang sees it, your legs will be broken! It is absolutely impossible. Disciple in the door!"

"That's right."

"It must be that the vixen is collecting yang to replenish yin. Tonight, I will call a few senior brothers to see if I can catch that little fox. It will be considered a credit, so I can't let her go. To seduce our fellow disciples, right?"

"That's true, but have you seen who the same door she hooked up with yesterday?"

"...Miaoyin Pond is so foggy, you have to go under their noses to see the facial features clearly, I don't want to go, I'm still a boy, what if that vixen takes a fancy to it and pulls me to double cultivate with her. "The little disciple was chattering, and suddenly saw that his senior brother's face was not right, he stretched out his hand, and stroked it, "What's the matter? Suddenly this expression."

"..."

The little disciple finally felt the coolness behind him, turned his head quietly, and saw Elder Yuheng standing behind him with an inscrutable expression and an extremely cold aura, he was so frightened that he let out an "oops" and hurriedly said: "Elder, forgive me! "

"Recite the scriptures, just memorize the scriptures, say something sneaky and charming, and double cultivation." Chu Wanning said with a gloomy face, "You have a good idea. Read the book carefully, and then you will be punished if you talk nonsense." After saying that, he walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

Mo Ran also heard this conversation, and he wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh, his eyes chased after Chu Wanning's back, thinking how could this serious person love himself?Why would you want to be with me...

His chest was warm and bitter, sweet and sour intertwined. After the class was over, in the Qingshu Hall where he was teaching, he couldn't help but hugged Chu Wanning, who was packing up the files, and hugged him in his arms. kissed.

Chu Wanning was angry, knocked on his head with bamboo slips, and said while knocking: "It's all a good idea you thought, Miaoyinchi... Now it's all right, what have I become?"

Mo Ran held back his smile, rubbing his nose against his ears, his voice was low and gentle, and he asked knowingly, "What happened to Master?"

Chu Wanning didn't expect him to be so shameless, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "You——!"

The pear dimple was about to turn into honey, Mo Ran kissed him again, and said with a smile: "Those juniors are really ridiculous, vixen? Picking...then what...haha, picking yang to nourish yin?"

"You say again that I will kill you." Chu Wanning almost stuffed the bamboo slips into his mouth.

The ink burned and said with a smile: "Well... can I choose the way to die? It is also a good thing to be killed by the fox in Miaoyinchi..."

"Ink rain!!"

Since then, Chu Wanning has never been willing to go to the Miaoyin Pool with Mo Ran to take a bath.

A few days later, Mrs. Wang called Mo Ran to the table, pulled him, and asked him something.

"Ran'er, when you wandered outside a few years ago, did you see a strange girl in Snow Valley?"

"What girl? What kind of strange method?"

"She should be very fair, with no blood on her face, she likes to wear red clothes, always holds a basket in her arms, and talks to passers-by in the snow valley..."

Mo Ran smiled: "Oh, Auntie is talking about Xue Qianjin, right?"

Mrs. Wang was surprised at first, and then delighted: "You know Xue Qianjin? I thought you hadn't read about such a strange monster, and I wanted to describe it to you...I didn't expect..."

"It's in the master's note, so I just read it." Mo Ran said, "Auntie asked me what Xueqianjin is doing?"

"That's right, Mr. Nangong came here a few days ago. I took his pulse and felt that the flaming sun energy in his body is not unstoppable, but the materials needed are extremely rare, and the most difficult thing to find is the ice fish in Xueqianjin's basket. Mrs. Wang sighed, "Young Master Nangong and Meng'er are about the same age. Now that the tiger has fallen into Pingyang, I really can't bear it. I always help if I can. I have been to her, and if I go back, it is the record of the Kunlun Snow Palace a hundred years ago, so I want to ask you and try my luck."

After Mo Ran heard it, he was both happy and worried. He was happy because if Nangong Si could be relieved by Yanyang, he would be an ordinary person. Ye Wangxi and him had an affectionate relationship, and they might eventually get married.

What is worrying is that he has been in Xuegu for more than a year, and he has never seen the legendary Xue Qianjin. With mixed joy and sorrow, he said to Mrs. Wang: "After Xu Shuanglin's matter is settled, I will go to Xuegu personally. , Search from the foot of the mountain to the dangerous peak, maybe you can get some clues."

After Mo Ran finished speaking, because he was so happy, he immediately went to tell Nangong Si, and Mrs. Wang said from behind: "Hey, Ran'er, don't go so fast, I have already told Mr. Nangong, you don't need to... "

But Mo Ran didn't hear it at all, and it was already far away.

He searched around and found that Nangong Si was at the bridge of Naihe, the peak of death and life, and was about to cross, but saw a person walking from the other side of the bridge.Mo Ran took a look and found that it was Ye Wangxi. When his heart moved, he didn't call Nangong Si again, but stood in the distance and looked at them from afar.

Ye Wangxi is still very handsome, it is difficult to see too many female features on her face, the mental skills she has practiced and the lessons she has received have made her very different from men. Nangong Si's secret love, she may have forgotten that she is a daughter.

Seeing her coming, Nangong Si coughed lightly, and turned his eyes to the vast river again.

"Young master calling me?"

"...Ah..." Nangong Si seemed a little embarrassed, crossed his fingers, and rested on the stone lion of Naihe Bridge, and only said "hmm" after a while.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no." Nangong Si said, he didn't dare to look at Ye Wangxi at all, and stroked the curled mane of the stone lion with his fingers, "It's just... there's something I want to give you."

Ye Wangxi said blankly: "What?"

Nangong Si lowered her head, and slowly untied an adornment around her waist. On the other side that Ye Wangxi couldn't see, she clumsily untied it for a long time before finally untiing it, and then handed it to Ye Wangxi. Cough lightly: "Thank you for so many years...forget it, I don't know what to say, I don't have any valuable accessories now, only this is for you, and I have been with me for many years, it is not the best jade, but……"

He didn't say any more, his eyelids drooped, and his face was a little red.

He never dared to look at Ye Wangxi. After a while, seeing Ye Wangxi's lack of response, he suddenly felt very upset, abrupt, and embarrassed. He hesitated to take the phoenix totem from Ye Wangxi's hand again. The jade pendant took it back, and muttered: "I, I know this is not good-looking, if you don't like it, just... just return it to me, it doesn't matter, I, I won't mind... After the revival of Confucianism, I Find the best piece for you, I..."

Ye Wangxi was stunned for a long time, then smiled, there was a trace of a daughter's softness in her handsome eyes, which made the end of her eyes seem to be stained with rouge that had never been seen before.

Her slender and beautiful hands with calluses and scars, not as slender and beautiful as a girl in a boudoir, held the jade pendant, the wind was blowing, and the bamboo leaves were rustling. Ye Wangxi said: "This piece is enough, young master, thank you .”

Nangong Si's face turned even redder, and he said dumbly, "You, as long as you like it...me too...sigh...I don't know what to say."

Ink burning: "..."

He heard it in the bamboo forest so much that he wanted to hold Nangong Si's head and hit the stone lion.

Doesn't this guy know how to do anything other than keep some wolf dogs?Why did it go around for a long time, and it became "I don't know what to say?"

Nangong Si suddenly said inexplicably: "Mrs. Wang told me that the violent spiritual core in my body can be suppressed, and maybe it doesn't need the method of dual cultivation to get rid of it."

Ye Wangxi was taken aback for a moment, but then she seemed to have misunderstood the meaning, she gave a soft "um", lowered her eyelashes, and did not speak again.

If there is no need for double cultivation, then Nangong Si can be with anyone, and she may have no reason to stay by his side brazenly. She also has dignity, and she doesn't want to ask Nangong Si to love her and take pity on her.Nangong Si used this piece of jade pendant to end it, and he could keep it in mind in the future.

"You understand...um...do you understand what I mean?"

"……Um."

Nangong Si changed his mood when he heard the words, but still said stupidly: "Well, if you want...Actually...you can call me like you did when you were a child in the future, I...I think that's good...Oh, I'm sorry... ...I really don't know what to say...ugh..."

He moaned and sighed twice, and at the end he couldn't take it anymore, he covered his eyes and sighed: "My God, what the hell am I talking about?"

This time it was Ye Wangxi's turn to be at a loss, she looked up in a daze, suddenly seemed to understand something, her eyes widened slightly, and then a thin trace of blood appeared on her face.

Bamboo leaves were flying on the Naihe Bridge, the hem of her clothes fluttered gently, the jade pendant was warm, and the bright red tassels fluttered between her fingers.

After a long while, Ye Wangxi hesitated, tentatively, and called out very softly: "Si?"

In an instant, whether it was an illusion or not, Nangong Si actually felt that her voice, which had been distorted by the sound-changing spell and could no longer be restored, was soft and gentle in the vague wind.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Wangxi's face. The morning glow filled the sky like a brocade, reflecting her eyebrows and eyes. Fragments of light were flickering, but she couldn't hold back, and finally tears rolled down from her brightly smiling face.

Nangong Si looked at her, looking at this face, a vague memory from her childhood came back to her eyes like this.

It was a little girl, young and immature, with flushed cheeks, long eyelashes, and a soft and sweet appearance.

At that time, Ye Wangxi had not been sent by Nangong Liu to the dark city to practice her mental skills. She had just been picked up by Xu Shuanglin not long ago, and she followed Nangong Si all day long to learn some basic spells.

That day, in order to train them, Nangong Liu asked them to go to the simplest illusion of the Confucianism School to try their knives together. The illusion was not difficult, but it was a little scary. whimper.

At the beginning, Nangong Si didn't intend to pay attention to Ye Wangxi, and just focused on subduing the demons by herself, but as she walked, she found that Ye Wangxi didn't follow, a little girl, curled up in the ruined temple of the illusion, and didn't dare to move.

He glanced back at her, snorted, and was about to leave, but suddenly saw a hanged ghost floating behind her, sticking out its bright red tongue to roll her throat——

"what--!"

When the little girl realized it was too late, she was so frightened that she could only scream, but she couldn't do anything, she hugged the sword in her arms and turned her head away.

But nothing happened.

When she timidly opened her eyes, she found Nangong Si standing in front of her. The hanged ghost had been repelled by his sword, and the lightning rune was stuck on it. Looking at her, I originally wanted to reprimand her a few words, but the girl's expression was so pitiful, like a frightened cat, with round eyes opened, she couldn't hold back, tears burst out.

Nangong Si was stunned for a while, and then said after a while: "You, why are you so useless, even afraid of ghosts..."

"That's a ghost!" Ye Wangxi cried loudly, "If I'm not even afraid of ghosts, what else should I be afraid of?"

Nangong Si: "...you girls are so useless."

"Then I want to be useful too!" the beautiful little girl cried, with snot running down her nose in aggrieved way, "Who wants to hold you back? Wait for me...I...I'm afraid of ghosts..."

"Uh……"

Nangong Si had no choice but to squat next to her. He didn't know how to coax others, so he just stared blankly at her crying. Ye Wangxi, who had not experienced the training of the dark city, was like the most ordinary girl, with tears streaming down his face. It fell straight down.

Crying and crying, choked up and said: "What are you looking at?"

"...I'll see when you finish crying."

"..."

"When you finish crying, let's go together, who made you so weak." Nangong Si sighed, raised his hand, and flicked the little girl's fair forehead, "Follow me, I will protect you."

The clouds are steaming and the sky is shining, and the sky and the earth are golden. At this time, recalling this past, Nangong Si suddenly realized that in the illusion that day, he was the only one who saw Ye Wangxi as a girl, crying because of fear. .

Later, she became iron and frozen, and suppressed all her emotions under her plain face.

Repressed to the depths, not to mention Nangong Si, even she herself forgot what kind of person she was, she just remembered following the back of the Confucianism young master in front of her, from a child, to a teenager, until he became a son, and she spent no more.

She was like this, without crying, without delay, and followed him silently for 20 years.

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seriously occ! ! !Eat with caution! ! !

The Ghost of Illusion: Give me back~~life~~~~

Nangong Si: Damn, there are ghosts! Run away! ! ! (Instantly control yourself to run far away, ride away)

Ye Wangxi: ……………

The Ghost of Illusion: Give me back~~life~~

Nangong Si: Look at the trick! ! !Ancestral unique knowledge!Confucian style grabs milk! !

Ye Wangxi: …………………

The Ghost of Illusion: Give me back~~~Life~~~

Nangong Si: bu~~~

Ye Wangxi: What, what stinks so much?

Nangong Si: It's my ancestral fart, it can smoke away ghosts.

Ye Wangxi: ……………………