That night, Chu Wanning was lying on the bed in the Honglian Water Pavilion, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He was wondering how Mo Ran had grown up to be like this now. Master Mo, Mo Weiyu, closed his eyes and were all the heroic face of the man, his eyes were full of fiery strength and gentleness.

Chu Wanning cursed inwardly, kicked the quilt hard, and slid off the edge of the bed. He lay on the bed in a large shape, looked up at the beam of the room, and looked in pain.

He tried his best to break free from the sea of ​​desire and cut off the thread of love until he was exhausted.

"Mo Weiyu, you beast." He murmured.

Turning his head, but he couldn't get rid of the thoughts. The hot and tight body seen in Miaoyin Pool seemed to be still shaking in front of him. He saw his broad shoulders, his sharp back, turned around, and the hot spring water slowly flowed down the mermaid line...

He suddenly sat up from the bed, his face turned pale and he never dared to think about it again.

Grab a book casually, like grabbing a life-saving straw.

Poor Chu Wanning was wise for a lifetime. Now he has become so wise that he has to rely on books to get rid of his inner demons. He doesn’t know which book he has opened was Xue Meng. When he opened it, he saw a row of fly-headed small calligraphy. Chu Wanning couldn’t read it at first. After a while, he suddenly realized what he was reading.

I saw a line of words written in a very correct way on the thin sheet of paper:

"Size Ranking of the Heroes of the Cultivation World"

I knew every word, but it was piled up together, but Chu Wanning couldn't understand it.

The grand hero...size...ranked?

What size?

Body size?

Looking further down, the smaller handwriting is prepared next to it: Because this ranking is a hero, there are those who never bathe outside and are not close to flowers and willows, the list is incomplete. The heroes of the Confucian school lack Nangong Si, Xu Shuanglin's size, the lonely moon night lacks Jiang Xi's size, Xue Meng, Xie Fengzhang, Chu Wanning...

“…?”

Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment.

What does it mean? They still need to bathe outside and go to Hualiu Lane to see?

I actually saw my name...

He frowned, pointed at the famous score at his fingertips, and continued to read it. Unfortunately, the first name made him choke.

Ink light rain.

Identity: Young Master of Life and Death, Master Mo

Chu Wanning recalled Mo Ran's figure. This kid is indeed tall and majestic now, but he is not ranked first.

Looking further down, it says, "I saw it while bathing in Deyu Hall, which is definitely not a common thing, and it is amazing."

“…”

Deyutang bathing...

Not a common thing...?

Chu Wanning vaguely felt something was wrong, but he was used to pure thoughts, so he thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he had to continue reading.

The second place was a casual cultivator who he had never heard of before, and he also wrote next to him, "I saw it very well when I was bathing in the mountains and forests."

"What a mess." Chu Wanning was a little disgusted. "Although the shoe and hair crown can increase or decrease the body size, it is not too different. Why do you have to wait for someone to spy on the shower? How can such miscellaneous books be popular among the people now..."

See third place-

Plum has snow

Identity: Master Brother, Master of Kunlun Trailing Snow Palace

This time the small words next to it are different. They are not written about bathing and watching, but "Chunying Tower's maid is close to her, and there are also girls from the cultivation world who assist her. This thing of Mr. Mei can make a woman's body soft into water and bones turn into mud. It's no problem to control ten people at night."

Chu Wanning: “…………………………………………………………”

After a little silence, Elder Yuheng's head buzzed and exploded. He threw the book from the bedroom like throwing a hot potato, and threw it hard to the other end. His face was blushing, his eyes flashed, and he was completely confused.

What did he see?

What size! No matter how dull he is, he feels that he has tasted it. What size can this be? Shameless! Shameless! Dirty and dirty! Not ashamed!!!

Sitting on the bed for a long time, Chu Wanning still felt uneasy and got out of bed and picked up the booklet. He exerted force between his fingers, and the paper was shattered into pieces...

However, the eight words "It is definitely not a common thing, it is amazing" are like a red soldering iron, and a hissing sound burned into his heart, making him blush and his heart sound like thunder.

He was an extremely straightforward person. He just moved his eyes upwards in the Miaoyin Pool and did not look at the place he shouldn't have seen. In addition, the steam in the pool was swaying, and it was all blurry and blurry, even if he could not see clearly. However, at this time, the dirty book used eight words to present the picture to his eyelids. The words are often more vivid and fragrant than the picture, which is convenient for the imagination.

Not a common thing...

Chu Wanning wiped his face hard, grabbed the quilt and covered his head for a while.

What exactly happened to him on the first day of his departure from seclusion... Chu Wanning thought resentfully - the world has changed, and he wished he could lie back and die again!

However, Elder Yuheng has always been strict with himself. Even though he has not had a good sleep all night, no matter how shocked he is, no matter how uneasy he feels, the next day, he still got up on time, washed and dressed neatly, and still had a majestic and abstinent face, floating down to the southern peak of life and death.

Today is the monthly school inspection. The Taiwan Arctics are sparkling with good and evil. Thousands of disciples are there to perform martial arts, and the elders check on the high platform.

After not being here for five years, Chu Wanning's position has not changed and is still located on the left side of Xue Zhengyong.

I saw him walking on the ground in white clothes, looking depressed, walking from the long steps of bluestone, then whispering wide sleeves, sitting straight on the empty seat, pouring a pot of tea for himself, drinking and watching.

Seeing that his face was not good, Xue Zhengyong thought that Mo Ran had not attended the banquet yesterday, which made Chu Wanning angry, so he followed him and whispered, "Yuheng, Ran'er is back."

Unexpectedly, Chu Wanning's eyebrows twitched, and her face turned worse: "Well, I've seen it."

"Ah? Have you seen it?" Xue Zhengyong was stunned and nodded, "That's good, how about it? Has it become a little too much?"

"Um……"

Chu Wanning didn't really want to continue talking to Xue Zhengyong about Mo Ran. After all, since yesterday, the evil curse of "It's definitely not a common thing that is amazing" has been whispering repeatedly. He didn't plan to look for Mo Ran in the vast crowd below, but just lowered his head and looked at the table.

“So many fresh fruit snacks.”

Xue Zhengyong smiled: "It's not too early to use it yet, right? If you like it, eat more."

Chu Wanning was not polite, so he took a piece of lotus crispy and ate it with hot tea. The lotus crispy color gradually became orderly, from the bottom of the petals to the tip of the flower, like cardamom, the puff paste was clearly layered, crispy at the mouth, and the bean paste wrapped inside was sweet with sweet osmanthus.

"The craftsmanship of Qingfeng Pavilion in Lin'an..." Chu Wanning murmured, turning to ask Xue Zhengyong, "It wasn't the master of Mengpotang?"

"No, Ran'er brought it back to honor you." Xue Zhengyong smiled, "You see, there are no other elders on the table."

"..." When he said this, Chu Wanning realized that only the wooden table in front of him was full of fruit spots, cakes, candied fruits, and even a small jasper-colored celadon bowl. The closed lid was opened, and there were three sweet-core glutinous rice balls inside.

The dumplings are not made of ordinary white glutinous rice, but are made of lotus roots produced in Lin'an, and a crystal clear grain in the dough, with a jade-like color.

"Oh, this is a small thing that Ran'er borrowed from the kitchen when he went to Mengpotang in the morning. The red one is made of rose paste filling, the yellow one is made of peanut and sesame filling, and the green one is said to have ground the fine powder with Longjing tea. The tender tea skins made are all quite fresh, but they are a little less..." Xue Zhengyong muttered, "I was very fine in the morning and made three."

Chu Wanning: “…”

"Yuheng, are you enough to eat?"

"Yes." Chu Wanning for a while before nodding.

In fact, he never ate only three glutinous rice balls. The first one is sweet, the second one is sweet, and the third one is satisfied. If he eats the fourth one, he will feel a little tired.

Mo Ran cooked exactly three pieces, which was a coincidence, no more or less, just right for him.

The white porcelain spoon scoops of round and cute lotus root crust soup balls and delivered them to the lips. I felt that the size was just right and I could eat it in one bite. It was not like the one made by Mengpotang chef during Lantern Festival. It was as big as it was, and it was difficult to eat it.

The person who makes dumplings seems to be very clear, knowing how big the size of his mouth can hold, and how big the food is in his mouth to not feel uncomfortable. The soft filling seems to be covered with endless intimacy.

For some reason, this thought made Chu Wanning feel inexplicably excited, and then died of shame and calmness.

"He has a good craft."

"It's a pity that I only cooked for you alone, and no one else can eat it. Even my uncle has no share." Xue Zhengyong sighed, very regretful.

Chu Wanning listened, pursed her lips lightly, and didn't say anything. She just used a spoon to stir the hot water in the bowl. The dumplings had been eaten, and they were just as sweet as they were slowly melting in his heart.

After having a snack, regardless of the lively martial arts formation below, Chu Wanning took a document from the desk to see some rectifications and changes in the nearly five years of life and death.

These things were compiled by Xue Zhengyong, and they were concise and to the point. Chu Wanning quickly finished reading the file. He raised his hand to close the book, but saw a booklet underneath.

"This is..." He took it out, it was a thread-bound book that looked very thick. Xue Zhengyong glanced at it and smiled, "It was also a gift from Ran'er. Yesterday he said he was fighting with evil spirits on the way back. The book was accidentally splashed with blood, and many pages were torn. I'm sorry to give it to you with my own hands, so I asked me to put it on your table this morning."

Chu Wanning nodded, opened the book, and stroked his slender hand over the head of the roll. The neat and neat regular script on it had four words:

Let me write to my teacher.

His eyes were slightly wide open, a little surprised.

Is this a letter to him?

His heart suddenly felt like it was burned by charcoal, hot and painful. He raised his eyes and wanted to go to the vast sea of ​​people below to find Mo Ran's figure, but what he saw was the armor shining like a pond of fish.

He couldn't find anyone for a moment, so he continued to look down at the letter.

It turned out that every day after Chu Wanning was in seclusion, Mo Ran missed his master. He had a lot of words in his heart, and he was afraid that he would forget it over time. So he found someone to make a solid book, a thick one with 1,825 pieces of paper. He calculated that for five years, he wrote a letter to his master every day, and everything was fine. From eating a particularly unpalatable Ye Errake to what experience he had in practice today, he wrote it on paper.

He had calculated that 1,825 pieces of paper were not much or less, but after writing it, the master should come out of seclusion.

But sometimes I couldn't stop, and the words squeezed into small balls, eagerly rushing on the paper. I wished that Chu Wanning could also take a look at the sea buckthorn flowers in the north of Mobei and the mist of Changbai Mountain. I wished that I could hide the desserts I tasted today into the cracks of the paper, waiting for Chu Wanning to wake up and enjoy them together.

The lines of small words never stop from beginning to end, without any sensational sentences, and without any sad or sad things. They just remembered every brilliant moment of the past five years, and he only shared the good things with him.

So he used to calculate one page every day, but in the end it was naturally not enough, so he attached a thick stack of letters and followed the booklet...

Chu Wanning slowly flipped, his eyes a little wet.
To be continued...