Borrowing the Ji Yan with ink, that night, Chu Wanning had another dream, but unfortunately it was not a good dream.

In the dream, he returned to the year Caidie Zhentianli, and he was just the one who repaired the sky with him. It was Shimei.

The lead-gray sky was covered with heavy snow. Shi Mei couldn't support him and was penetrated by sneaking into the heart. She fell from the dragon pillar and fell into the endless snow. Mo Ran ran over, picked up Shi Mei who was bleeding, knelt at his feet, begged him to help him save his disciple.

He also wanted to save him, but under the influence of the twin barrier, he suffered as much trauma as his master. He looked pale and said nothing. He was afraid that as soon as he blew his mouth, the blood would choke out, and the ghosts around him would rush up and tear them all into pieces.

"Master...please...please..."

Mo Ran was crying and kept kowtowing to him.

Chu Wanning closed her eyes and finally fled...

The master died.

Mo Ran never forgave him again.

He dreamed of the Naihe Bridge on the top of life and death. It was the coldest spring, and it was raining, and the buds of spring trees were moistened by the rain. The bluestone road under his feet was long and endless. He held an umbrella and walked alone.

Suddenly, he saw another person walking far away from the bridge, wearing black clothes, without an umbrella, holding a pile of books wrapped in oil paper, and walking towards him. Chu Wanning couldn't help but slow down.

The man obviously saw him, but the pace under the man's feet did not slow down. He just raised his eyes that were soaked in the rain and glanced at him without any warmth.

Chu Wanning wanted to call him, and wanted to say: Mo...

Mo Ran did not give him any chance to speak. He held his book and walked on the far left side of the Naihe Bridge. One more inch should be turned into the river - just to stay away from the master who was walking on the right and a little further away.

They walked to the middle of the bridge.

A person who used to holding an umbrella was walking in the rain, while a person who was not used to holding an umbrella was also walking in the rain.

Later they passed by.

The person who was wet in the rain walked away without looking back, while the person holding the umbrella stopped and stood there.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface. Chu Wanning stood for a long time, and his legs were a little stiff and numb, as if the damp cold air in Shu had penetrated into the bone cracks.

He suddenly felt very tired and could no longer walk.

The dream went dark.

It's heavy and cold.

It was as cold as rain, as heavy as legs that could no longer move.

In his sleep, Chu Wanning turned over and shrank his body very small. Something fell from the corner of his eyes and moistened the pillow. He knew vaguely that this was just a dream, but why was it so real? It was so real that he could feel Mo Ran's hatred, Mo Ran's disappointment, and Mo Ran's determination so clearly.

But...is it just that?

Is it over here?

He was unwilling to give up, as if his reluctance made the light around him lit up again.

It was still in my dream, many months have passed since Master Mei passed away.

Mo Ran's temperament is getting darker and he talks less and less. However, he will still come to all the practice classes, just listen to the class and never talk much to Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning did not explain why he did not rescue Shi Mingjing back. He saw Mo Ran's attitude. He knew that things had come to this point and nothing he said was useless.

In this day's practice class, Mo Ran stood at the top of a pine tree as instructed to train the gathering of spiritual power.

But for some reason, he suddenly lost his energy and fell straight down. Chu Wanning didn't even think about it and rushed over to hold him. But in a hurry, he didn't have time to cast any spells. The two of them fell heavily from the treetops and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the soil was very soft and there was a thick layer of pine needles. They were not injured. However, Chu Wanning's wrist was cut by the sharp branches, and a ferocious hole was flowing out of blood.

Mo Ran looked at his wound, and then raised his eyes for the first time these months, without hiding, and looked back and forth on Chu Wanning's face.

Finally he said, "Master, you are bleeding."

A little numb tone, but what I said was finally a gentle sentence.

"I have ointment and bandages in my Qiankun Bag, so let's deal with it."

They sat in the thick coniferous forest, the air was filled with the fragrance of pines and cypresses. Chu Wanning said nothing. He looked at Mo Ran lowering his head, silently wrapping the bandages for himself, circle after circle.

The boy's eyelashes were trembling, and Chu Wanning couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. For a moment, he suddenly wanted to pick up enough courage and ask:

Mo Ran, do you really hate me that much?

But at that time the wind was too slow and the sun was too warm. There were birds singing and insects singing among the branches and leaves. His injured hand was quietly held by Mo Ran and he was treated with bandages. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

In the end, he didn't ask any questions and didn't break this picture of Cen Jing.

He suddenly felt that the answer was not that important. What was important was that in this dream, after Shi Mei passed away, his blood and his wounds could be exchanged for Mo Ran's perception, half an inch of gentleness.

The next day, when Chu Wanning woke up, he was still in a trance for a moment.

He lay on the bed, and could even feel his arms ached slightly, and it seemed that there was still heat. After a while, he rubbed his face tiredly, and couldn't help but feel funny.

What messy things do you dream of?

People say that you have thought about something every day and dream about something at night. Could it be that you saw Shi Mei’s handsome appearance now, and you felt a little depressed. You actually came to vent your dreams and dreamed that Shi Mei was dead...

It's so ridiculous.

He got up, washed and tied his hair, and soon, he forgot the fragments of dreams last night.

Today, the village chief and his team are going to make rice cakes.

Rice cakes are a must-eat food on New Year's Eve in the Lower Practice World, in order to get a good start. The japonica rice noodles and glutinous rice noodles were ground the night before, and then women and the elderly needed to cook hot stoves and put them in the pot to steam the flour. This process took a lot of effort, but it was not necessary for young and strong men to work together. Therefore, Chu Wanning got up a little late, and then walked over slowly, it didn't matter.

When he got there, he saw a large pot of pot on the huge drying yard. A half-man-high wooden barrel was steaming through water, and the heat was constantly boiling out. The village chief’s wife stood on a short bench and replenished rice noodles from time to time. Several children were running around the stove and playing, and from time to time they took a shuttle from the fire pit to pull out a string of roasted peanuts and a corn cob.

What surprised Chu Wanning was that Mo was still very early and was helping the village chief’s wife watch the fire. A child ran away in a hurry, staggered and fell to the ground, sobbing several times, and burst into tears.

"Why did it fall?" Mo Ran helped her up, patted the mud on her body, and said, "Is there any place to wear it?"

"Hand--" The little girl wailed, while raising her dark little black hand to Mo Ran.

Mo Ran picked her up, took her to the well, and drew a bucket of clean water to wash her hands. The distance was a bit far, and Chu Wanning didn't hear anything he said to the child, but the little guy sobbed in tears. After a while, he stopped crying. After a while, she burst into tears and smiled, looking at Mo Ran with a small face hanging on his nose, and began to talk to Mo Ran.

“…”

Chu Wanning stood quietly on the corner and looked at him, watching him coaxing people, watching him carry the child back to the fire pit, and watched him pull out a sweet potato from the hot fire, peel it finely, and hand it to the little girl.

He just watched.

It seems that I have seen the five years Mo Weiyu has passed by.

"Ah, Master is here?"

"Yeah." After a long time, Chu Wanning walked to Mo Ran and sat down. He looked at the raging fire that was leaping under the boiler, looked at the moment, and said, "What's the roast inside?"

"Peanuts, sweet potatoes, corn." Mo Ran said, "You are here, I'll bake a candy for you."

“…candy can be roasted?”

"Master can't roast it, it will burn once it is roasted." Mo Ran smiled, "It would be better for me to come."

As he said that, he took out another piece of milk malt sugar from his pocket, took the rice paper outside, picked it up with tongs, put it in the furnace and roasted it slightly, then immediately took it back and took it away, "Hiss, it's a bit hot." He blew it, and then handed it to Chu Wanning's lips.

“Try it.”

"..." Chu Wanning was not used to being fed by people, so she reached out to grab the candy. The milky white candy was roasted to a little soft, and the milky fragrance was overflowing when chewed. Chu Wanning said, "No, you can roast another one."

Mo Ran baked another one, and Chu Wanning took it with his hands and ate it himself.

"One more."

“…”

Mo Ran roasted eight pieces in a row. When the ninth piece was reached, a child came over and asked Mo Ran to eat sweet potatoes. Mo Ranteng couldn't take action, so he had to ask Chu Wanning to get it.

Chu Wanning picked up another tong and picked out the largest one. Mo Ran took a look and said, "Put this back and take the small one next to him."

“Big and delicious.”

"The big one is not familiar." Mo Ran smiled.

Chu Wanning was a little dissatisfied: "How did you know that you were not familiar with each other?"

"If you believe me, I often bake it in the wild. Give him that little one, the little one is sweet."

Chu Wanning had to change the younger one again. The child didn't know how famous Chu Wanning was in the cultivation world, but when he saw that he was willing to pick sweet potatoes for him, he fell over and whispered to Chu Wanning: "Big brother, I want to eat that big one."

"Tell me to another big brother." Chu Wanning said, "It was him who didn't let you eat it, and he said it wasn't cooked."

The child really ran to find Mo Ran: "Brother Mo Ran, I want to eat that big one."

Mo Ran said, "You have to wait for a while if you eat too much."

"How long will it take in a while?"

"From one to one hundred."

"But I can only count from one to ten..." The child felt aggrieved.

Mo Ran smiled: "Then I will punish you for only eating small ones."

The little guy had no choice but to sigh, and could only accept the injustice of fate treating him, and said with a silence: "Okay, the little one is small."

Chu Wanning peeled the sweet potatoes for him. When it was about to be peeled, Mo Ran's candies were also roasted to the softest. If you don't eat them, you will be afraid that they will melt completely. So he hurriedly pinched them down and handed them to Chu Wanning: "Master, come on, open your mouth--"

There was still sweet potato in his hand. Chu Wanning didn't think much about it, so he naturally opened his lips. It was not until Mo Ran fed the soft and warm nougat between his lips and teeth, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth with his thick fingertips. Chu Wanning suddenly realized that he had eaten the candy fed by his apprentice, and his ear tips instantly turned red.
To be continued...