This is very bad. After Nangong Liu came in, Mrs. Wang, Xue Meng, and Xue Zhengyong immediately stood up and treated each other with courtesy.

But Chu Wanning was not in this mood, so she still stood by the window.

As for Mo Ran, for him in his previous life, the Rufeng Sect was just a ragged sect that was flattened by him. Even if he looked bright and beautiful, he knew that there was only a piece of sand on his back, and nothing to be respected. However, he really didn't mean to embarrass Nangong Liu, but he was used to it, so he never thought of standing up.

This scene is weird.

As the master and elder, Nangong Liu stood up and smiled with a kind face, not angry, his face filled with the still steaming familiarity.

As a guest and junior, Mo Ran was caught in a lazy sitting position. He held his legs and leaned against the Taishi chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.

Xue Zhengyong did not pay attention to Mo Ran's actions just now. He turned around and couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

This Mo Ran is too unruly!

"This is... the famous Grandmaster of Mo in recent years."

Mo Rancha stopped drinking it, covered the lid, raised his eyes and said, "Yes."

"It's really a hero-"

But Mo Ran interrupted him and said with a smile: "Nangong Xianjun, you have used this saying of a hero as a young man on my cousin, so don't use it on me, right?"

His tone was gentle and his smile seemed to be very polite. But what he said was not polite at all. He didn't even stand up. After saying this, he picked up the teacup again, scraped the edge of the celadon small lid, and then blew away the hazy water mist that had risen.

The thick and slender eyelashes drooped, and kept their eyes closed, and took a sip of tea slowly.

He was young, handsome, tall and calm, and his posture seemed to be the master of the Confucian style sect, a person standing at the peak of the entire cultivation world, and Nangong Liu was just his dog.

"Haha, Master Mo said it well, he was just a little sloppy and could not think of a better wording for a while, so—"

"Where do you mean?" Mo Ran put down the teacup and raised his eyes and smiled. "Since Nangong Xianjun entered this room, he said a lot of good things. If the Xianjun couldn't speak, who could claim to be able to speak?"

"Oh, I dare not take it as a mere praise from Master Mo."

"Who said I'm praising you?" Mo Ran looked at him with bright black eyes and smiled, "It may not be a good thing to be too good at speaking sometimes."

Xue Zhengyong couldn't stand it anymore, and he lowered his voice and said, "Ran'er--!"

In his opinion, it is understandable that Chu Wanning and Nangong Liu turned against each other. At least there is an outrageous reason. Chu Wanning also has this identity, but Mo Ran...

But Mo Ran ignored Xue Zhengyong and said to Nangong Liu: "Nangong Xianjun should keep these compliments and say them to other juniors. I am a rough man, I don't understand and don't want to listen."

Xue Zhengyong: “…………”

Of course Mo Ran knew that his uncle would be unhappy when he did this, but he did not regret it.

There are too many disgusting things in the world. Chu Wanning is so angry that he is always willing to be the one who stands out. A long time ago, when he was exterminated in Luo Xianxian's mansion, Chu Wanning would bully a weak woman because of the Chen family. He ignored his reputation and beat Chen Yuanwai, who was the client, torn apart.

Chu Wanning obviously did nothing wrong, but was always criticized by others, saying that he was "cold-blooded", saying that he was "reckless", and saying that he was "unkind".

Mo Ran didn't want people to say that his master was "not etiquette".

So he would rather do more extraordinary things than Chu Wanning and do more overdoing things. He could only protect Chu Wanning behind him with such a stupid method. So in this room, all three people accepted Nangong Liu's flattery and kindness out of etiquette, but Mo Ran did not.

This was not a sudden rise. Since he knew that it was Chu Wanning who carried him back and crawled back from the sea of ​​blood. Since he saw the human soul in Meng Potang, the bowl of hand. Since he went to the depths of hell and rescued Chu Wanning, he has made a vow-

As long as Chu Wanning is willing, he will stand with Chu Wanning from now on.

Nangong Liu touched the jade twice in a row. If it were the head of another family, he would have been furious and expelled the guests.

But Nangong Liu didn't. He just thought nothing had happened. He happily said a few more words to Xue Zhengyong, which made Xue Zhengyong very embarrassed. He took Nangong Liu aside and apologized in a low voice, saying that he had no choice but to discipline his nephew.

Nangong Liuze smiled and said, "Oh, young people, who hasn't had a little bloody sex yet? I think Grandmaster Mo is really a person with temperament and is very good."

After meeting Nangong Liu, the disciples of the Rufeng Sect led their group to a different courtyard.

Mo Ran sneezed all the way, Xue Meng turned his head to look at him: "You are cursed by the leader of Nangong..."

"Go and go, you are cursed." Mo Ran's eyes filled with tears, "I... Ah snee, I can't smell too heavy incense. The room just now - Ah jiu! The spice smell is so... Ah jiu! Too..."

“It smells so bad.”

"Ah, Master—Ah Yeh—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Chu Wanning handed him a handkerchief, frowned and said in disgust: "Wipe, it's not like it."

Mo Ran smiled and took the handkerchief embroidered with crabapple flowers: "Master, I feel sorry for me, thank you."

Chu Wanning was a little embarrassed by him: "Who feels sorry for you?"

"That's it!" Xue Meng said unconvincedly, "Whoever feels sorry for you, the one who Master feels most is obviously me!"

Mo Ran was a little contemptuous: "You are so old and you are still comparing with this with others." Then he held the veil in his hand and said seriously, "Look, Master had promised to embroider me with exactly the same one. Do you have any?"

"..." Chu Wanning snatched the handkerchief and said sternly, "Mo Weiyu!"

Xue Meng was stunned at first, then angrily: "The genius believed that Master would embroider your handkerchief. You didn't dream in your daytime, you didn't do this. You are shameless."

As the group talked, they arrived at the villa arranged by Nangong Liu for them. There were four entrances in the villa. As soon as Mrs. Xue Zhengyong entered, the other three entered each. The winding paths in the courtyard were secluded, with flowers swaying and gurgling sounds of water. The sounds of elegance and uniqueness were heard.

But Mo Ran was fine just now, but when he saw that the yard was going to live in, he was stunned. While he was hesitating, his eyes were covered with a layer of gray. When he followed everyone into the other yard, he felt even more depressed when he saw the bricks, tiles, plants, mountains and rocks.

This is a place that left a deep impression on him in his previous life.

At this time, he came to his old place again, and he couldn't help but think that if Chu Wanning had not exchanged his life for him in this life, he might have gone on the old path and become the Emperor of Immortals. At this time, he should have led millions of rare chess pieces to razed a famous family into scorched earth. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sweat in his sweat, and for a moment, thousands of threads surged into his chest.

Mo Ran closed his eyes, and he could hold his emotions. He was no longer the boy who was very sharp in his joys and anger, so no one could see the haze that was caught in his heart.

They each went back to their room to rest. Mo Ran stood in front of the villa that was left for him, stood with his hands behind his back for a while, but did not push the door open.

The maid who greeted her in the yard was a little uneasy and asked carefully: "Isn't Immortal Lord dissatisfied with this room?"

"Oh, no." Mo Ran came back to his senses and smiled, "I think this yard is very similar to a place I lived in before, and I just felt moved by the scene."

"That's a coincidence. I thought it was the Immortal Lord who didn't like it. If the Immortal Lord had other requests, I just had to tell me. I should do my best to do it for the Immortal Lord."

Mo Ran smiled and said, "I'm fine, you guys can do it yourself."

After he said that, he raised his head and looked at a century-old osmanthus tree in the yard, with shade brushing his eyelashes like ghosts from his previous life.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart felt relieved.

Suddenly, he turned around and called the maid who was about to leave: "Wait a minute!"

"What else do I have to give?"

"...I want to ask you for someone." Mo Ran paused, raised his eyes, his eyes were like a torch, "Do you know, there is one..."

"What?"

"Forget it, don't ask this anymore, just ask another one." Mo Ran said, "Do you know where Ye Wangxi is?"

The maid said, "Mr. Ye is the personal disciple of Elder Xu. He lives in the same yard with Elder Xu. If the Immortal Lord wants to see him, it will be great to go there."

Mo Ran was relieved when he heard this. The last time he met Ye Wangxi was in the restaurant. Ye Wangxi begged Nangong Si to go back with him, but Nangong Si refused at that time. Ye Wangxi said, "If it is because of me, you don't want to go back to the Rufeng Sect, then I'll leave."

He was actually a little worried about Ye Wangxi. He felt that Ye Wangxi had suffered enough in his previous life. Ye Wangxi and Chu Wanning were actually very similar. They were both gentlemen who never regretted their deaths, but one was introverted and the other was fierce, but they did not end up well.

Mo Ran regretted what he had done before, so he hoped that Ye Wangxi could live a better life in this life. He couldn't help but be glad that Nangong Si was not so heartless and really drove Ye Wangxi away.

Elder Xu's villa is called "Three Lives Villa". It is said that he takes the meaning of "drink Meng Po water and forget the three lives of things". Elder Xu wants to show when he can live in life, so that he should forget what he should forget as soon as possible. Don't leave it in his heart and only increase his worries. Anyway, after he dies, he will never remember it at the Naihe Bridge.

It sounds like a very pessimistic person, no wonder he taught Ye Wangxi that he could not beat a single mess of a single stick.

"Interesting, this parrot is so clever. Come on, carry another piece of food, a scoop of drink, and a scoop of drink, in the alley..."

Please inform the guards of your intentions and notify them. Before you could get around the screen wall, you heard a man laughing lazyly from the yard.

Mo Ran walked forward a few steps and saw a man in his early thirties standing in the sunshine in the yard. The man was wearing a plain dress and had a few patches on the corner of his robe. It was cold, and he didn't wear pairs of shoes. He stood barefoot on the cold stone bricks with a handful of melon seeds in his hand, teasing a snow-white blue-eyed parrot with long tail feathers.

The parrot flapped his wings from left to left and right, swaying back and forth on the rack, as if very proud, and sang loudly: "Ah~ a bowl of food~ a bowl of drink~ in a shabby alley~"

"Well, okay, not bad. You are smarter than Xiao Yezi. Xiao Yezi was not as good as you when he was a child. He couldn't even carry this part even though he was alive." The man fed the parrot a handful of nuts, "Come on, I'll reward you."

“…………”

This man and a bird call themselves my son...

It means he is a birdman?

The man turned around and saw Mo Ran standing next to the screen wall. He first knotted a melon seed, then spit it off, and suddenly laughed. His smile was bright, but it had a bit of a wilted smell. In the bright sunshine, he looked very chic.

"Master Mo Ranmo?" He smiled, "Good to know."

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Good to know."

After he smiled, he looked at the man's face seriously. He felt that he seemed to be kind-hearted. When he massacred the Rufeng Sect in his previous life, he seemed to have seen this person. He was...

"Entertainment Father, why are you running around without wearing shoes?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded, and it was clearly such a light sentence, but it was like spring thunder.

Mo Ran suddenly turned his head and saw Ye Wangxi walking out from behind the Banyue Arch. He was still so slender and upright, with gentle eyebrows and eyes. He was carrying a pair of bright yellow satin shoes in his hand. He walked up to the young man and leaned over and put it down.

Adopted father?

Ye Wangxi's adoptive father...

The blood in his heart was running wildly, and he could almost hear the crying of the next generation, the collision of swords and drums and horns.

"Entertainment Father!!!"

A bloody face suddenly appeared in my memory.
To be continued...