The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

These days, both the upper cultivation world and the lower cultivation world are buzzing about one thing-the Tianyin Pavilion, which has stood for thousands of years, has been robbed for the first time.The prisoner was actually the world's number one master, Chu Wanning, who killed 11 elite members of Tianyin Pavilion, wounded hundreds, and left with the felony prisoner Mo Weiyu.

Some people say that Chu Wanning is crazy, and some people say that Chu Wanning is like Mo Weiyu, a beast in clothes.There were also some people who saw the details clearly because they were close at the time, and said angrily - the relationship between Chu Wanning and Mo Ran was not right, there was something tricky and dirty between them.

But no matter how the outside world talked about it, Chu Wanning and Mo Weiyu never appeared in the rivers and lakes again, and no one knew their whereabouts.

The world's most righteous master took away the world's most dangerous ghost.

Then, disappeared.

The wooden windows are half open, the snow is as fine as crisp, the moss marks are new on the outside of the curtains, and four or five spots of residual flowers have fallen.

It has been four days since the turmoil in Tianyin Pavilion, there has already been a mess outside, and there are all kinds of judgments, but only in this empty mountain, there is a little peace.

Suddenly, someone came from the depths of the empty forest, and walked into the colorful ink scrolls framed by the window. He held a large oil-paper umbrella, carried a bundle of firewood, and pushed the door in.It was very cold inside the house, so he piled the firewood by the firepit, added a few pieces of firewood to the hearth, and lit the flame that was burning weakly.

The place has been in disrepair for a long time and has not been used for a long time. Although it has been roughly cleaned up, there is still a musty smell in the air.For this reason, he specially picked a branch of Hanlu Baimei from outside, brought it back and put it on the bedside.

Chu Wanning sat down and looked at the man lying on the narrow couch.

It's the fourth day and I still haven't woken up.

After getting away from Ta Xianjun that day, he used the spells he learned in his previous life and the spiritual power that he had never lost in this life, and finally hanged Mo Ran.But after so long, Mo Ran was still groggy, his life was hanging by a thread, and the spirit core could no longer be repaired.

"This house was built by my master when he was traveling. It has been unoccupied for a long time, so there is always a smell." Chu Wanning looked at his face with a focused expression, "I know you don't like incense, but you don't hate flowers. .I brought a branch of wintersweet, which should last for a long time."

The ink burned and lay down, the eyelashes drooping.

He looked very quiet and peaceful when he fell asleep, a rare tranquility in his life.

In the past few days, Mo Ran has been sleeping quietly like this. After Chu Wanning finished what he should do, he stayed by his side and talked to him.

When the two of them got along in the past, Mo Ran always talked a lot by himself, and he listened beside him.

Unexpectedly, one day the speaker and the listener will be reversed.

"The enchantment outside has been strengthened, and the forbidden spells have been laid down. No one will find it here." Chu Wanning said, "The firewood and food have also been brought back, and there will be no other things for a while."

After a pause, he sighed and said, "You, why are you still refusing to wake up?"

He said, stretched out his hand, and touched Mo Ran's hair.

The pond fire swayed.He sat by the bed and waited for a long time until the shadows cast on the ground moved with the sunlight, but he still didn't wait for the person to open his eyes.

Chu Wanning closed the eyelashes and sighed softly.

"Since you still want to sleep, go to sleep... I will continue to tell you the story I told you yesterday."

"I'm sorry, you said that you like listening to bedtime stories, but I can't tell you anything... So, I can only talk about what we have experienced before." He lowered his eyelashes and remained silent for a while, then said softly, "Um... Where did I talk about it yesterday?...Let me think about it. By the way, I found out that you were under the curse in my previous life, and I always wanted to undo it for you."

Chu Wanning said: "But the bitterness and long-term hatred are too deep-rooted, and nothing I can do will help. I finally solved it in this life, but I never thought it would become like this."

He touched the back of Mo Ran's cold hand.

It's always so cold.

He held Mo Ran's hand like this, and whispered such words to him softly.

In the past, because of their conspiracy and their personalities, many of the things they said were never put on the table.

Chu Wanning regretted it very much.

What would happen if we were more honest?Will everything change like this, will I find out that Mo Ran has been poisoned earlier.

Is it possible to turn back.

"You have relived your life and always wanted to atone for your sins." Chu Wanning closed her eyes and sighed. In the end, her voice was so condensed that she could hardly speak, "But do you still remember, how did you suffer from eight bitter and long-lasting hatred? You Think about it... Mo Ran, think about it..."

You never owed me anything.

From the very beginning, I owe you.

Please, wake up.

If you can wake up, if you can recall those lost memories, you will know... The truth of all this started from the rainy night when I retreated seven years ago.

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That was the node where he changed his fate with Mo Ran.It was a day in his life that he didn't pay much attention to.That day, the red lotus water pavilion was in a storm, the rain rushed over the roof tiles, thunder and lightning flashed, but he couldn't hear it.

Chu Wanning's spiritual core was weak, and that year happened to be the time to repair it.

In order to reassure the disciples who were accompanying him, he cast the Yin Yin Curse on himself before retreating, and then quietly sat cross-legged in the gazebo, his consciousness entering the emptiness.

So he couldn't see the sword drawing in front of him.

That day, right in front of him, in the thunderstorm, in the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, Mo Ran and Shi Mo stared at each other, Mo Ran's face was pale, and Shi Mo's expression was gloomy.

A truth that Chu Wanning didn't know before slowly unfolded in the night rain.

During that retreat, Mo Ran, who had just entered the teacher's door, felt aggrieved because of the "picking flowers" incident, and said that he was not good at serving the master, and he didn't want to come to accompany him.

But how could the young man's angry words be taken seriously?

After tossing and turning for two nights, Mo Ran still remembered gratitude but not grudges, suppressed the depression in his heart, and went to Honglian Waterside Pavilion alone, wanting to take the class of the teacher.

But he didn't expect that because of this blunder, he ran into a conspiracy that would change his life——

Shi Mo is casting a spell on Chu Wanning.

Confusion, consternation, fear, anger, disappointment.Instantly burn through the internal organs.

He rushed forward and snatched the sharp blade in Shi Mo's hand with his hands - he drank low, howling like a wild beast: "What are you doing?!"

Shi Mingjing was only surprised for a moment, and then his gentle and beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed.

He smiled: "I don't know who it is. Now that the red lotus water pavilion is full of barriers, we can only enter three of our apprentices, and the head of this life and death peak. Whether it is the young master or the honored master, who is here?" It's all trouble, but luckily it's you."

Mo Ran ran in a hurry, he was panting, his thin body stopped in front of Chu Wanning, and the night wind blew his clothes and broken hair.

He stared closely at Shi Mei's face.

"What are you doing while the master is in retreat? You...you..." At that time, Mo Ran couldn't even believe that the soft-spoken brother Mingjing would have a second fierce devil face, "Who are you? ?!"

The teacher laughed out loud: "Ah Ran is so cute, I am naturally your brother Mingjing. Otherwise, who else am I?"

He looked at the way Mo Ran was protecting Chu Wanning.

A new student is so insignificant and overwhelmed.

Like a lame joke.

"Didn't you say that you hate Master and never want to see him again?"

Shi Mo teased him and laughed at him because he was well-informed.

"When I sent you over, you told me that you hated such a cruel and merciless person as Master, why did you change your mind within two days and came to him again?"

"If I don't look for him, who knows what you will do today!" Mo Ran was angry and sad, "Shi Mingjing, I thought you were good at that time, and I believed you at that time!"

"Oh, you are so easy to coax yourself, who is to blame?" Shi Mei smiled, "A bowl of copying hands, a few gentle words, will deceive you to death. In fact, you are a dog that no one wants. Who will give you a dog?" A bone, you go with him."

"..."

"Why do you stare at me like this? How about it, is Chaoshou delicious?"

Mo Ran's teeth were already cold, and his black eyes looked wet and cold in the night. After a long while, his Adam's apple moved: "Shi Mingjing...your heart is actually dark."

The teacher is still smiling: "The black one is the heart of the Gu, the sick heart, my heart is not sick or painful, naturally it is the same as you at this moment, the master at this moment, it is all red."

He paused, and twisted his delicate white fingers, and an extremely gorgeous flower appeared at the end of his finger.The flower is in bud, not yet opened, with black petals and silvery edges flashing.

The teacher is obsessed with that flower, sniffing it lightly at the tip of his nose.

Flowers and beauties, with a variety of styles but perilous.

Chilling.

Mo Ran murmured: "What are you going to do..."

The teacher raised his eyelids, his eyelashes were slender, his peach eyes were rippling, and he was smiling. He seemed in a good mood: "Actually, it's useless to explain to you. I just need to cast a spell, and you will soon tell me what happened tonight." If you forget it, you won't remember anything."

Black flowers rest on his onion-like fingers.

"However, it's not impossible to tell you in the same field." Shi Mei said, "This is the flower bud that my mother gave birth to, and it is the flower of eight bitterness and long-term hatred that I have cultivated so hard. If no one appreciates it, I will kill it." Disappearing in the world, I feel that I also lack some taste."

"Eight bitterness... eternal hatred?"

"Junior brother, there are eight sufferings in life, and there is eternal hatred in death. There is a flower seed left by the demons in this world. It is extremely difficult for mortals to cultivate. It is called eight sufferings and eternal hatred." After the blood is in full bloom, it needs to take root in the heart, absorb the kindness and warmth in the heart, and breed evil and hatred."

As he spoke, he stroked the black petals intimately.

"No matter how good a person is in this world, as long as there is a trace of dissatisfaction in his heart, he will be born of bitterness and long-term hatred, and gradually...become a murderous devil."

There was a glint like snake scales in his eyes.

The peach blossom eyes turned, staring at Chu Wanning who was meditating.

Mo Ran Liran: "Do you want to plant the flower of eternal hatred in the heart of the master?!"

"Why so surprised." Shi Mo smiled, "He is the number one master in the world, you say, if he becomes a devil, how powerful will he be?"

"Are you crazy?! How can you... how can you bear to..."

"He is cold-blooded and unreasonable—didn't you say that?" Shi Mei said indifferently, "I will turn him into the person you hate the most, Junior Brother, from now on you can justifiably hate him, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds."

Mo Ran's scalp is about to explode, and the spine is numb from the sputum.

"You...absurd...that was my moment of anger, I, I didn't hate him, you put it down quickly, don't hurt him like this..."

The teacher is very interested: "Why?"

why?

He is so good, the tables and cases in the Red Lotus Water Pavilion are full of blueprints drawn by him, whether it is mechs or weapons, they are never for himself, they are always worried about the safety of others.

He is pure and clean, like the first fresh snow falling from the sky in early winter.

Although he is very strict and sometimes unreasonable, he will hold his hand over and over again to teach himself how to read and write.

I will practice martial arts with myself, from day to night.

He is willing to accept himself, and from then on, Mo Weiyu is no longer alone, only fake relatives and happiness.

Since then, I have a real identity.

——Chu Wanning's disciple.

"You can't harm him..." Mo Ran anxiously, he wanted to wake up the master, but he didn't know what to do, he could only stand stubbornly in front of Chu Wanning, "He can't become a ghost, he is so Well, if you let him kill...he'll be upset."

I don't know how to express the strong grief and anger in my chest, so I can only use the simplest and most plain, even incoherent sentences to persuade.

It's as if I haven't learned any spells yet, so I can only resist with my emaciated body.

It is extremely painful for a good person to kill.

In the fire of Zuiyu Tower, he had already felt it deeply.

The teacher looked at him, only to find it funny that he couldn't tell.

"Sad? When he becomes that kind of person, he won't be sad. Ah Ran, you don't have to worry about it."

"But why did you do this?! Why did you insist on hurting him?!"

Shi Mei didn't answer immediately this time, he drooped his eyelashes, paused for a moment, and then said lightly: "Because I also have something I have to do."

"..."

"I need the strongest power for my use." Shi Yan pursed his lips, "You won't understand."

The young Mo Ran was almost trying his best to convince the unpredictable brother in front of him.

"You don't know what kind of person Master is, even...even if you treat him like this, polish all the kindness in his heart, and turn him into a murderer, he won't just listen to you, To be used by you - you...you can't do it."

"How do you know that I can't do it?" Shi Mei chuckled, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I melted half of my remnant soul into this flower of Eight Suffering and Everlasting Hate. As long as the flower is happy, you will slowly love it For me, for the rest of my life, it cannot be solved.”

Ink burning horror: "You are crazy!!"

Shi Mei Shi ran towards them.The night was polished by thunder and lightning, and the roaring sounded, reflecting Shi Mei's all-powerful face.

"As you said, he is so good. He is used by me and becomes my person. Why not? Even if he becomes a devil. At that time, he will only obey me and be infatuated with me. Wouldn't it be wonderful."

He knew that Chu Wanning would not wake up at all at this moment, nor would he hear the conversation between the two of them.So he wasn't afraid at all, and said calmly, "Junior brother, step aside. Do you think that you, who have just cultivated the rudiment of the spiritual core, can stand against me?"

Mo Ran almost gritted his teeth: "I won't let it."

The teacher just smiled, and in the blink of an eye, he had already slid behind Mo Ran like a ghost, and his hand was hanging in the air on the top of Chu Wanning's hair crown, holding the black flower that was about to open.

"Ah Ran, do you know how much painstaking effort I have put into cultivating this flower of Eight Sufferings and Eternal Hate? I have worked so hard to achieve this, and what I am waiting for is the day when Master retreats."

He lowered his body, and his cheeks almost touched Chu Wanning's side face.

"He is about to become my blade, my puppet, and my man. What can you stop?"

Flowers fall.

Life will change.

Suddenly he heard the young man's stern voice, resisting with all his might.

"Don't touch him!!"

"You are really ridiculous." Shi Mei gradually lost his patience, "Do you know..."

"Change me."

The rest of the words were broken between the lips and teeth, and there was a thunder in the sky, and the flames and electricity tore the night.

The teacher narrowed his eyes and asked, "What?"

Mo Ran's whole body was trembling.

He only had a little time to get started, and the spells he had learned were pitiful. He was destined to be unable to stop the teacher, and he didn't know how to wake up Chu Wanning.

He is unarmed, let alone good at it.

Only flesh and blood remain.

So he can only say: "Change me."

The teacher was quiet for a while before he sneered: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know."

"The Flower of Eight Bitterness and Everlasting Hate was cultivated by my mother's painstaking efforts and my crushed soul." Shi Mo straightened up and stared at Mo Ran's face, "What are you, you deserve it?"

"I..." Fingers clenched into fists, after a while, he suddenly raised his face, "I may not be worthy, but I am more suitable than Master."

There is a little spot of light flashing in the teacher's eyes: "...how do you say this?"

"You said that this flower will engender hatred in people's hearts. But what if that person's heart is clean and there is no resentment?"

The teacher was silent for a moment, and smiled: "Impossible. Everyone has hatred in their hearts, even Beidou Xianzun is no exception."

But his hand was caressing the petals of the Flower of Everlasting Regret, and he gradually became manic.

What Mo Ran said is not wrong. In fact, he has also been thinking about whether Chu Wanning can become a hotbed of eternal hatred all these years-what if this person has never had the slightest resentment in his heart?

Cultivating another flower would take time and effort, not to mention that soul splitting was too painful, and he didn't want to experience it a second time.

Seeing him hesitate, Mo Ran took a step forward: "For so many years, have you ever seen Master hate anyone?"

"..."

"You said that the flower of Everlasting Regret can swallow the kindness and warmth in the heart... These things may not be all for ordinary people, but you should understand Master better than me."

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and Wanmu is desolate.

"Shi Mingjing, aren't you afraid that he will gradually lose all his memories and don't remember anything good? Are you not afraid of being discovered by others?"

The teacher suddenly narrowed his eyes.

The pupils are faint, as if a snake spit out a letter and slipped by.

Mo Ran was approaching him step by step, his heart was beating like a drum, noisy and eager, more urgent than rain.

"I don't know what you are going to do, but if you insist on offering sacrifices by yourself, replace me."

"you……"

"I have hatred in my heart, which can breed. I don't have too many pure and good memories. Even if I gradually lose and forget them, it will not be easy to be discovered."

Mo Ran tried his best to persuade the executioner to turn the blade around his neck.

"I can't do anything now, but my master and my uncle have said that I have high endowment and spiritual power... I can do it."

He trembled slightly, his nails sank into his palms, but he still insisted on speaking.

"I can replace him and become the sharp blade and murder weapon you want."

"I can replace him and become the murderous demon you want to create."

"Master Mo." He finally stood still in front of Shi Mingjing, the lightning was startled, the gust of wind surged, and the rain curtain slanted, and it slanted into the pavilion.

There was a burst of coldness.

"Change me."

Probably because he hit the nail on the head, or maybe it was because Shi Mo was not sure whether Chu Wanning could make the Flower of Eight Suffering and Everlasting Hate take effect, or, the spiritual power that Mo Ran showed back then was unprecedented, and the time it took him to form a spiritual core was even shorter than Xue Meng, the proud son of heaven, is faster, so fast that it makes people jealous.

In short, after the teacher weighed several times, it was finally the black bud that was about to bloom, which entered the bottom of Mo Ran's heart.

After doing all of this, Shi Mo sat at the stone table, supported himself with his hands, and his eyes were slightly fascinated.

He didn't understand why.

Why did Mo Ran block this fatal disaster for Chu Wanning?With life, soul, future and dignity.

They obviously only have the fate of master and apprentice for less than a year.

He doesn't understand.

Shi Mei watched the black stamens melt into Mo Ran's chest. It was such a soft petal leaf, but it was like a steel needle that could penetrate the flesh and blood of a person and penetrate deep into it.

During this process, Mo Ran has been enduring, not saying a word, until the stamen is like some kind of Gu worm with strange tentacles, and a fierce son got into his heart, Mo Ran finally whimpered and knelt down on the ground.

The young man trembled in front of himself, and the teacher sat quietly like that, with his jade arms clear and bright, high above, watching Mo Ran convulsed in front of himself, and vomited blood in front of himself.

"Does it hurt?"

"Cough cough..."

The teacher is very interested, his eyes are still gentle: "How painful is it? I have never cast this kind of spell on anyone. I am really curious... My good junior brother, what is the feeling of being pierced by the flower of eternal hatred? How is it?"

His eyes are like spring water, section by section, flowing through Mo Ran's body lying on the ground, and finally falling on Mo Ran's pale knuckles.

Mo Ran's fingers unconsciously scratched the ground, the fingertips were worn out, and there were blood marks one after another.

"Is it more painful than digging out a heart?"

Mo Ran didn't answer him.

The pain was real, but...it was much better than the pain at the mass grave outside Linyi City that year.

It's much better than watching your loved ones die in front of you.

It is much better than digging up the sand and burying the flesh and blood with your own hands.

"At the beginning... I didn't protect A Niang well, but now, I can finally... I can protect Master well."

With his eyes wide open, he muttered like this.

Those best memories are fading little by little, those pure and innocent past are fading away little by little, and those few poor good memories flashed before his eyes——

One year, someone gave him and his mother a bowl of hot soup.

There was an old farmer who was willing to invite them into the house to keep warm on snowy nights, and to have a rest by the fire.

The same child begging for food shared half of the meat pie he picked up with him.

Duan Yihan took his hand and led him across the autumn embankment where dragonflies were flying...

No hatred, no misery, no unwillingness, no anxiety, no hostility.

All is peaceful.

It is the purest beauty.

He saw himself carefully embroidering a begonia handkerchief under the lights, he saw himself sitting in front of the stone table with his chin resting on his shoulders, smiling as he watched Master eating mooncakes, he saw himself drinking under the moon, and it was the first time he brought pear blossoms to Master Own.

These memories will be forgotten from now on.

never remember again...

From then on, hatred will breed, and those tender past events in memory will change their appearance.

Henceforth the blazing heat in his heart will be extinguished, and there will be no more fire.The spring water in his eyes will freeze and condense into ice.

From then on, he will run counter to his mother's last words.

Duan Yihan said: "Repay your kindness, don't hold grudges."

Can't do it anymore.

He didn't know where the strength came from, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain of tearing his viscera, and tried to stand up unsteadily——staggered, but couldn't stand up, so he knelt and crawled, until the pain was so painful that his soul died Trembling, but still crawling, crawling to Chu Wanning.

"Master..."

He struggled and squirmed in a trembling and ridiculous way.

Shi Mei originally thought what he wanted to do, but in the end he found that this young man was just doing his best, exhausting his last enthusiasm and gratitude, and knocked down——

Tears welled up.

"Master, I will soon...disappoint you..."

It was raining at night.

"I'll soon, I won't remember your goodness anymore, I can't...can't learn spells from you properly...you will hate me, hate me..."

He was crying, telling the last farewell when his conscience was still alive.

But Chu Wanning couldn't hear it.

He was right in front of him, but he couldn't hear anything.

"I'm sorry, I folded the flowers that day because I wanted to give them to you. Master, I came here today to... plan to apologize to you when you wake up, and to... tell you everything in my heart."

His voice was so hoarse that it seemed to be pulled out from his throat with blood and flesh.

"Master, thank you for not despising me and willing to accept me..."

"I'm real, really."

His heart suddenly twitched, and his eyes were filled with blood.That was a sign that the Flower of Eight Sufferings and Everlasting Hate had begun to take root, and it was also a sign that the formula of Zhong Qing had begun to take effect.

His forehead was knocked off, and he hit the ground hard, grinding the ground.

I couldn't cry.

"I really, really like you."

The teacher sighed softly, his expression seemed to be interesting, and it seemed to be pity.

It's just that his sympathy, whether it's funny, are all indifferent, and nothing can get into his heart.

He finally walked over, picked up Mo Ran's cheeks, stared at Mo Ran's gradually chaotic eyes, and asked softly: "Come on, Junior Brother, tell me, what are you looking for now?"

"What I want..."

What are you asking for?

Autumn scenery in Linyi, in front of Tongtian Tower.

Duan Yihan was smiling, and Chu Wanning lowered his eyes.

Sister Xun Fengruo of Lefang showed her two pointed canine teeth, her eyes shone with eagerness and excitement, and she said to him: "Ah Ran, I will soon earn enough money to redeem myself, I will take you with me , let's get out of here, sister will take you to live a good life."

Mo Ran was in a daze, but he still tried his best to capture these memories that were scattered like rushes.

He murmured: "The kindness you ask for...don't hold grudges for...."

The teacher shook his head and waited for a moment.

Ask again: "What do you want?"

The ink burned hoarsely and persistently: "What I want... one day, I can die in the hands of the master."

The teacher froze for a moment, then laughed: "Dead at the hands of the master?"

"I don't want to be a devil...I don't want to go to hell..." He murmured over and over again, "I don't want to just remember hatred, Master..."

He broke away from Shi Mo's hand and knelt down in front of Chu Wanning, almost wailing.His eyes were already filled with scarlet, and his consciousness became more and more confused.

"kill me."

In the end, the only thing that repeats is this one wish.

"On the first day I did evil... Please, just please... kill me."

The torrential rain swallowed up the hoarse wailing of the young man in the dark night like a trapped beast.Thunder and lightning flashed, the bamboo forest was bleak, and all the lotus flowers in the red lotus water pavilion fell overnight and fell into the pool.

There are eight sufferings in life, and long-term hatred in death.

Before losing consciousness, Mo Ran stretched out his trembling hand and held the corner of Chu Wanning's clothes. He raised his head and murmured: "Master... you... take care of me... you take care of me... okay? ..."

You reason with me.

How many sufferings and regrets in this world have been covered by the rushing wind and rain?

After two lifetimes, Chu Wanning, who finally learned the truth, looked back at the past and vaguely remembered that the next day, he ended his week and woke up from meditation.

The golden brilliance sprinkled into the bamboo pavilion, and the begonias and red lotus in the water pavilion are almost gone.

The rain had stopped, Chu Wanning blinked, turned around and saw Shi Mo standing at the stone table cooking tea, the mist rising, Shi Mo's eyebrows were so gentle and beautiful, seeing that he woke up, Shi Mo smiled.

"Master."

"Why don't you go to rest? You have been guarding the third day, go and change the ink."

The tea cup is poured, and the amber hot water seems to be full of thoughts.

The teacher served tea to him, and said with a smile: "Today, I will guard the master, the heart of Ah Ran, who was punished by the master, still can't get over the tone in my heart."

Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment: "Is he not coming?"

The teacher's eyelashes drooped, and the thick black and soft eyelash curtains fell down, like two clusters of tender pistils on the branches in early spring. He said "yes", and said: "I won't come anymore, I went to the library to help the Lord sort out the books. .”

Chu WanNing had such a momentary loss of consciousness and loss.

He originally planned to take the opportunity of the two of them alone to talk about the folding of flowers with Mo Ran, but he was too harsh that day...

He had never encountered a disciple breaking the precepts, and after thinking about it, he also felt that the punishment was too severe.

But Mo Ran didn't even want to see him, and he didn't want to come to accompany him in retreat.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes.

"Master, let's drink tea."

After a long time, he complied, and took the full cup of fragrant tea from the slender and fair hand of the teacher, blowing away the wisps of mist, and took a sip.

The tea was too full, and when I took it, a little dripped on my robe.

The teacher is as meticulous as a hair, and when he saw it, he smiled: "I have a handkerchief."

"You don't need to borrow yours." Chu Wanning took out a white handkerchief embroidered with begonias, and lowered his head to wipe away the wet tea stains.

"What a beautiful handkerchief, it looks like the best one bought in the town." Shi Mo said softly, "Did Master buy it by himself?"

For a moment, Chu Wanning wanted to say, no, it was sent by Mo Ran.

He embroidered it.

Give me a teacher's ceremony.

But he was in a bad mood, he didn't want to say it, and he also felt that he was inexplicably ashamed for speaking like this.

So after being silent for a while, Chu Wanning just gave a muffled "um", then folded the handkerchief and took it back into the lapel.

After putting away the veil, he sighed softly.

On that day, the sun was shining brightly, but the bleak wind and rain last night left only the falling red and the lotus leaves stained with fresh dew.

"Did it rain a lot last night?"

Shi Mei was playing with the tea set, his fingertips froze when he heard the words, and his pupils were dark: "Huh?"

Chu WanNing turned his gaze to Manchi Fangfei, and said lightly: "The flowers are all gone."

The teacher smiled again, placed the teacup carefully, and then said lightly: "There was a thunderstorm last night, and it stopped after a while. Today will be a good weather. I will wait for the ground to dry up later, and I will go Sweep away all the fallen flowers in the yard."

Chu WanNing never spoke again.

The morning glow in the sky is gorgeous, as bright as a brocade, and looking farther away, the sky is like washing for thousands of miles, and when the sun rises in the east, golden feathers are flying.

indeed.

It was a rare sunny day.