Because of Mo Ran's words yesterday, Chu Wanning felt extremely ashamed. After leaving the Miaoyin Pool, he was unwilling to pay attention to Mo Ran and left without looking back.

People need shame, trees need bark, he is so angry that he is so angry that he has the face to say such a bastard... Did Mo Ran actually think he would nod and agree?

Just do this kind of thing, why bother asking him!

On the second day, the elder who taught the classics and history fell ill, so Xue Zhengyong asked Chu Wanning to supervise the disciples' memorization. The classics and history are a big class, and there are many disciples, so he couldn't control himself, so he asked Mo Ran and the others to come to help with the inspection and answer questions.

The four masters and apprentices are the busiest, Shi Mei and Mo Ran are the busiest. The reason is very simple. Shi Mei is gentle and handsome. Mo Ran is kind and heroic, both of whom are very fond of the junior brothers and sisters. Especially Shi Mei, with long legs and narrow waist, and picturesque eyebrows and eyes. She faded away from the tenderness she was young, she was completely a handsome man with a good temper and a beautiful voice. Both men and women are prone to have a good impression of 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 see it?"

"Senior Brother Mo, I can't understand the difference between these two spells. Can you teach me?"

"Senior Brother Mo——"

After Mo Ran told the ninth smiling junior sister why the "Wan Tao's Curse" was exactly the same as the one drawn by the founder to work, Chu Wanning finally couldn't help it. He frowned and looked at Mo Ran coldly across several rows of disciples.

Mo Ran has been left aside by him since yesterday, and in fact he felt a little aggrieved.

He was accustomed to being rude in his previous life, so he cherished it very much in this life. Therefore, every step he took wanted to see if Chu Wanning was happy. He didn't know where he did the wrong thing. Shouldn't he ask that?

Or if you are called in the wrong way, you shouldn’t ask, “My good master, can I go in next time?” but you should ask, “My good baby, can I go in next time?”

After being treated coldly for no reason, he suddenly realized Chu Wanning's gaze - even if he glared at him fiercely, Mo Ran was still like a little cabbage watered with clear water. He immediately became energetic and smiled brightly at him.

“…”

This person didn't understand where the Yingying Yanyan came from so many problems.

Don’t they understand? If they really don’t understand, Wan Tao’s founder of Huilang Curse was standing here. Why didn’t they come to ask Chu Wanning and call them “Senior Brother Mo” around the corner?

Chu Wanning was unhappy, but she didn't say anything, and just looked at Mo Ran coldly and silently.

As he looked at it, Mo Ran felt something was wrong. At this moment, the tenth junior sister was waving to him eagerly: "Senior Brother Mo~"

"Sorry, I have something to do." Mo Ran smiled and pointed at Xue Meng, "Ask you Senior Brother Xue."

After saying that, he walked towards Chu Wanning, leaving the little junior sister with a bun on her head showing a disappointed look, biting her pen and sighing "ah" ah.

"Master, what's wrong? You don't seem to be very happy?"

Chu Wanning pursed her lips, didn't say anything, and pondered for a moment: "I'm a little tired. Let Xue Meng go to inspect that circle, you'll help me watch in this area."

Mo Ranhun did not doubt him, nodded, and followed Chu Wanning here with conscientiously. It was strange that he walked beside Chu Wanning and suddenly felt that there were fewer people asking questions. Could it be that the disciples in this area are smarter than those in that area?

Chu Wanning finally felt better if he couldn't hear the annoying "Senior Brother Mo" or the more annoying "Senior Brother Mo", but he was still expressionless and paced among the junior disciples who were reciting scriptures. As he walked, he suddenly heard the conversation between the two little disciples.

"Senior brother, senior brother, I tell you, there are vixen spirits in Miaoyinchi."

"Ah? How do you say this?"

"I finished taking a shower in the plum pond yesterday and prepared to go back, but I heard a faint...uh...that movement in the distance..."

The senior brother seemed surprised, opened his mouth for a while, and hesitated: "Can they be a bold and reckless couple?"

"It's impossible for anyone to be so brave. Just do this in private. If you go to Miaoyin Pool, if you are seen by Elder Yuheng or Elder Tianlang, your legs will be broken! It's absolutely impossible to be a disciple in the sect!"

"That's right."

"It must be the vixen that is extracting yang and replenishing yin. I will call a few brothers to go and see if I can catch the little fox. That's a contribution. It's hard to let her seduce our fellow disciples, right?"

"That's right, but do you see who the fellow disciple she hooked up with yesterday was?"

"... Miaoyin pool is so fog is so big. You have to walk under their noses to see their facial features. I don't want to go. I'm still a boy. What if I get attracted by the vixen and pull me and her to practice dual cultivation." The little disciple was muttering, and suddenly he saw that his senior brother's expression was not right. He stretched out his hand and scratched, "What's wrong? Suddenly this expression."

“…”

The little disciple finally felt a chill behind his back. He turned around and saw Elder Yuheng's face standing behind him with a very cold aura. He was so scared that he said "Oh" and hurriedly: "Elder, forgive me!"

"If you recite the scriptures, you will recite the scriptures, saying that you are so charming and you will also practice both things." Chu Wanning looked gloomy with a gloomy face, "You think it's pretty beautiful. Read the book well, and then talk nonsense, and punish it." After saying that, he left with a look.

Mo Ran also heard this conversation. He wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh. His eyes chased Chu Wanning's back, thinking to himself how could this serious person love him? How could he be willing to be with him...

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

Chu Wanning was angry and knocked his head with the bamboo slips, and said while knocking: "It's all your good ideas, Miaoyinchi... Now, what am I going to be?"

Mo Ran held back his laughter, rubbed his nose against his ear, his voice was gentle and gentle, and he knew it, "What has Master become?"

Chu Wanning didn't expect that he would be so shameless, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "You--!"

The dimples were about to make honey, Mo Ran kissed him again and said with a smile: "Those junior brothers are really irritating, vixen? Cai... what... haha, Cai Yang replenishes yin?"

"You tell me I'll kill you." Chu Wanning almost stuffed the bamboo slips into his mouth.

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Well... can you choose a way to die? It is also a good thing to be killed by the foxes of Miaoyinchi from Miaoyinchi... "

"Mo Weiyu!!"

Since then, Chu Wanning has never been willing to go to Miaoyin Pool to bathe with Mo Ran.

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

"Ran'er, did you see a strange girl in Xuegu when you were wandering outside a few years ago?"

"What girl? What a strange way?"

"She should be very white, her face is not bloody, she likes to wear red clothes, always holds a basket in her arms, and will talk to passers-by in the snow valley..."

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

Mrs. Wang was surprised at first, then happy: "Do you know Xue Qianjin? I thought you had never read such a monster, and I wanted to describe it to you... I didn't expect..."

"My master's notes are on it, so I just look at it." Mo Ran said, "Aunt asked me what Xue Qianjin did?"

"That's right, Mr. Nangong came a few days ago. I took his pulse and felt that the breath of the flames in his body was not uncontrollable. The materials needed were extremely rare. The most difficult thing to find was the ice fish in the basket of Xue Qianjin." Mrs. Wang sighed, "Mr. Nangong and Meng'er are of the same age. Now that the tiger is in the flat sun, I really can't bear it. I always help you if you want, but that Mr. Xue Qianjin is extremely rare. Someone met her in the snow valley twenty years ago. If you want to trace it back, it is a record of Kunlun stepping into the snow palace a hundred years ago, so I want to ask you and try your luck."

After hearing this, Mo Ran was both happy and worried. The reason was that if Nangong Si was able to solve the problem of Yanyang, he would be an ordinary person. Ye Wangxi had deep affection with him, and he might eventually become a good friend.

What is worried is that he has been in Xuegu for more than a year and has never seen the legendary Xue Qianjin. He mixed his joys and sorrows. He said to Mrs. Wang: "After the matter between Xu Shuanglin is settled, I will go to Xuegu in person and search from the foot of the mountain to the dangerous peaks. Maybe I can get clues."

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

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

He looked around and found that Nangong Si was on the Naihe Bridge on the top of life and death. He was about to go over, but saw a person walking towards the other side of the bridge. Mo Ran looked at it and found that it was Ye Wangxi. He moved his heart and did not call Nangong Si again, but stood in the distance and looked at them from afar.

Ye Wangxi is still very handsome, and there are few female characteristics on her face. The mental methods she practiced and the teachings she received have made her rarely different from men. In fact, if she hadn't had a secret love for Nangong Si in her heart over the years, she would have long forgotten that she was a daughter.

When Nangong Si saw her coming, he coughed lightly and his eyes turned to the vast river.

"Young Master calls me?"

"...ah..." Nangong Si seemed a little embarrassed, his fingers overlapped, and he laid on the stone lion on the Naihe Bridge, and after a while, he said "um".

"Is there anything wrong?"

"Or, not either." Nangong Si said. He didn't dare to look at Ye Wangxi at all. He stroked the curled mane of the stone lion, "It's just... there's something I want to give it to you."

Ye Wangxi said blankly: "What?"

Nangong Si lowered his head and slowly untied a pendant on his waist. On the other side that Ye Wangxi could not see, he clumsyly untied it for a long time before finally untied it. Then he handed it to Ye Wangxi and coughed lightly: "Thank you for so many years... Forget it, I don't know what to say. I don't have any valuable jewelry now. I only have this one for you. I have been with me for many years. It's not the best jade, but..."

He didn't say anything further, his eyes drooped and his face turned a little red.

He never dared to see Ye Wangxi. After a while, when he saw Ye Wangxi not responding, he suddenly felt very frustrated, abrupt, and embarrassed. He hesitated to take back the phoenix totem jade pendant from Ye Wangxi's hand, and muttered: "I, I know this is not good-looking. If you don't like it, just give it back to me. It doesn't matter, I, I won't mind... After revitalizing the Rufeng Sect, I will find you the best one, I..."

Ye Wangxi was stunned for a long time, and then smiled. There was a trace of the softness of her daughter in her handsome eyes, which made the ends of her eyes look like they had never been dyed with a thin color of rouge.

Her hand, which was covered with fine calluses and scars, was not as delicate and beautiful as a woman in the boudoir, held the jade pendant. The wind rustled and the bamboo leaves were bleak. Ye Wangxi said, "This is enough, young master, thank you."

Nangong Si's face turned redder, and he said hunchedly: "You, as long as you like it... I'm...ah... I don't know what to say."

Mo Ran: “…………………”

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

Does this person do nothing but raising some little wolf dogs? Why did he go around for a long time and become "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 perhaps it does not require dual cultivation to solve it."

Ye Wangxi was stunned, but then she seemed to have a wrong meaning. She said "um" softly, lowered her eyelashes, and didn't say anything else.

If there is no need for dual cultivation, then Nangong Si can be with anyone, and she may have no reason to stay with him shamelessly. She also has dignity and does not want to beg Nangong Si to love her and give her mercy. Nangong Si used this jade pendant to make a break, and she could also leave a thought for herself in the future.

"Do you understand... well... do you understand what I mean?"

"……Um."

Nangong Si was happy when he heard this, but he still said stupidly: "Then, if you are willing... Actually... you can call me like you did when you were a child. I... I think it's so good... Alas, I'm sorry... I really don't know what to say... Alas..."

He sighed twice, and in the end he couldn't stand it anymore. He covered his eyes and sighed, "My God, what am I talking about?"

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

The bamboo leaves were flying on the Naihe Bridge, her clothes were flying gently, the jade pendant was warm, and the bright red ears were fluttering between her fingers.

After a while, Ye Wangxi hesitated, tentatively called out loudly: "A Si?"

In an instant, if it was an illusion, Nangong Si felt that her voice, which was twisted by the voice changer, could no longer be restored, had a faint softness and a little softness in the vague wind.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Wangxi's face. The morning glow was like brocade, reflecting her eyebrows and eyes. She smiled, still in the familiar and upright look, but there was a tiny light flashing in her slightly narrowed eyes. She couldn't help it, and finally shed tears, and she burst into tears from her smiling face.
To be continued...