The sun was getting higher and higher, and more and more people came to the inn to make the best. Mo Ran felt that the downstairs was noisy and asked the waiter to deliver all the prepared dishes to his room.

In the end, he invited Chu Wanning. After all, his master was the biggest. He is not the emperor of the human world now, and the rules must be followed.

There are three bowls of steaming noodle soup on the beech square table. The noodles are made by yourself, which is different from those bought outside. They are chewy and smooth, with thick slices of beef on top, fatty intestines that are too oily, tender pea seedlings, plump vegetables, golden egg shreds, bright and attractive color, and very beautiful.

But the best thing about these three bowls of noodles is not water leaves, nor large pieces of meat or luxuriant ingredients, but bone soup that simmered on low heat for four hours. Poured in the noodle bowl, the milky white soup was filled with sesame oil. Mo Ran took a stone bowl and grinded a spicy and fragrant seasoning by himself. He boiled it in the soup, and the aroma was fragrant and rich in flavor.

He thought that Shi Mei loved to eat spicy food, and the red oil and spicy food were all put in a lot of stuff. Seeing that Shi Mei buried her head and ate it very fragrantly, Mo Ran's curve of the corners of her mouth became more and more relaxed. He secretly glanced at it several times and couldn't help asking, "Is it delicious?"

The teacher said, "It's very delicious."

Chu Wanning didn't say anything, but it was still the gloomy expression that God owed him a hundred mountains of gold and silver.

Mo Ran showed some smug look: "Then tell me when you want to eat, and I'll do it."

Shi Meila's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist. He raised his eyes and smiled at Mo Ran, and his eyebrows were soft. A beauty was in front of him. If Chu Wanning, who was not sitting next to him, would Mo Ran be a little confused whether he should eat Shi Mei or the noodles in the bowl.

The pea sprouts and fat intestines were not eaten much, but the beef and vegetables were soon seen.

Mo Ran, who had been observing quietly, stretched out his chopsticks, tied the pea sprouts and fat intestines into his bowl, and then picked up several pieces of beef from his own noodle bowl to fill the gap.

The disciples at the top of life and death all eat in Mengpotang and often exchange dishes with each other. Therefore, Shi Mei didn't find anything strange and smiled: "Don't A Ran eat beef?"

"Well, I love pea sprouts."

As he said that, he started to snore. His ears were slightly red.

Chu Wanning took the chopsticks expressionlessly and picked up the bean sprouts in his bowl and threw them all into Mo Ran's bowl.

“I don’t eat bean sprouts.”

He threw all the beef in his bowl to Shi Mei: "I don't eat beef either."

Then he frowned, stared at the leftovers in the bowl, pursed his lips, and silently refused to speak.

Shi Mei carefully said: "Master... isn't it for your appetite?"

Chu Wanning: “…”

He did not answer, lowered his head, silently picked up a vegetable, took a small bite, his face became even more ugly, and with a "pop", he simply put down his chopsticks.

"Mo Weiyu, have you knocked the hot sauce jar over into the soup?"

Unexpectedly, the breakfast I had made with such a snatch, Mo Ran was stunned, raised his head, and there was a noodle hanging on the corner of his mouth. He blinked at Chu Wanning innocently and couldn't believe his ears, so he sucked the noodles and swallowed them, "What?"

Chu Wanning was even less face this time: "Are you making something that people eat? Can people eat this?"

Mo Ran blinked his eyes several times, and finally confirmed that Chu Wanning was scolding him, and said angrily: "Why is it not something that people can eat?"

Chu Wanning's eyebrows twitched and said sternly: "It's really hard to swallow."

Mo Ran was choking. After all, he was the skill of Zuiyulou stole the craftsman.

"Master, you are... too picky."

Shi Mei also said, "Master, you haven't eaten for a day. Even if you don't like it, you can eat some at least."

Chu Wanning stood up and said coldly: "I don't eat spicy food."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The two people who stayed at the table suddenly fell into an embarrassing silence. Shi Mei was a little surprised: "Master doesn't eat spicy food? Why don't I know... A Ran, don't you know either?"

"I……"

Mo Ran looked at the noodles that Chu Wanning left on the table, almost without moving, he was stunned for a while, and then nodded.

"Yeah. I don't know."

This is a lie. Mo Ran knew that Chu Wanning didn't eat spicy food.

But he forgot.

After all, I had been entangled with this person for most of my life in my previous life, and he knew what Chu Wanning liked to eat and didn’t like to eat.

But he doesn't care about it and never remembers it.

Back in the room alone, Chu Wanning lay down in his clothes, facing the wall, with his eyes open but unable to sleep.

He lost a lot of blood and consumed a lot of spiritual power. He had not finished his grains of rice in one night and morning, but in fact his stomach was already empty and he felt very uncomfortable.

This man didn't know how to take care of himself at all. He was in a bad mood and simply refused to eat, as if he felt that he could fill his stomach with anger.

He didn't know what he was angry about, or he didn't want to know either.

However, in the silence, a face appeared blurred in front of her eyes, a bright smile, a slightly curled corner of her mouth, a pair of eyes were black and translucent, and a light flowed, with a gentle dark purple color.

It looks warm and a little lazy.

Chu Wanning tightened the mattress because he tried too hard and his knuckles turned slightly white. He was unwilling to fall into it, so he closed his eyes to get rid of this face that was laughing freely.

But after closing my eyes, the past became more and more turbulent, and the tide surged into my heart...

He saw Mo Ran for the first time in front of the Tower of Heaven on the top of life and death.

That day, the sun was fierce, and all twenty elders were present, talking to each other in a low voice.

Elder Yuheng is naturally an exception. He is not so stupid and is willing to stand there to roast the sun. Instead, he had already hid under the flower tree alone, lifting a finger absent-mindedly, and looking at whether his newly made black iron nail cover was flexible.

Of course, he had no need to use a nail cover. This iron-breaking gold-clad armor cover was specially forged for low-level disciples at the top of life and death.

The lower cultivation world is adjacent to the ghost world and is often in danger. It is not rare for low-level disciples to be injured and killed. Chu Wanning saw it in his eyes. Although he didn't say it, he was always thinking about the solution, wanting to create a light, flexible and easy-to-get-hand weapon.

Others were discussing and relishing.

"Have you heard that? The Lord's nephew who had been separated for many years was rescued from the sea of ​​fire. Everyone else in the building where the water was flowing. If the Lord was one step late, the little nephew would probably be a handful of ashes. It would be so lucky."

"It must be his father who is protecting the child in the dark. It's a pity that he has been separated since childhood and has suffered so much, alas..."

"Is that child named Mo Ran? He is fifteen years old? It's time to take the words in the twentieth crown. Does he have any words in the form?"

"Elder Xuan Ji, you don't know that this child has been young and grew up in a music hall. It's good to have a name, so how can I get a word?"

"I heard that the Lord has drafted a few words for him and is choosing, but I don't know which one will be selected in the end."

"The Lord attaches great importance to my nephew."

"Isn't it? Not to mention the Lord, even the wife feels sorry for him, and she feels so distressed. Hey, I think the only person who is unhappy at the top of life and death is probably the only one who is unhappy about us--"

"Elder Greedy Wolf! You can't say this nonsense!"

"Haha. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But our pride of heaven is unrestrained and does not take his elders seriously. He fights cocks and dogs all day long, and looks naturally rich, and he is indeed out of control."

"Elder Tianlang, you drank a little more wine today..." The person next to him winked at him, and his chin pointed to Chu Wanning standing in the distance. The meaning was obvious.

Xue Meng, the pride of heaven, is Chu Wanning's disciple. He said that Xue Meng lost control, isn't he just turning around and mocking Chu Wanning for his bad teaching?

Although this elder Yuheng is usually slow and fairy-like, he seems to be floating outside the world and has a masterful style. But everyone knows that he has a very bad temper. If anyone accidentally touches his scales, then wash his neck and wait to be beaten to death.

Chu Wanning had heard what they said long ago.

But he was too lazy to pay attention to what others said. He probably didn't have as much as the patterns on his nails.

By the way, this armor set is good, but its toughness is not high enough. When encountering a thick-skinned demon, you may not be able to tear the opponent's flesh and blood in one blow. If you go back, add a little keel powder, the effect should be better.

Seeing that Chu Wanning did not respond, the elders breathed a little relieved and began to discuss in a low voice.

"The Lord summoned us today to choose a master for that young master Mo?"

"It's so strange, why didn't the Lord teach himself?"

"It seems that the little nephew's roots are not suitable for practicing the Lord's mind." Someone muttered, "But that wouldn't bring all the elders together and let the young master pick them one by one, right?"

Elder Lu Cun sighed quietly, plucked his elegant and soft long hair, and said sadly: "I feel that at this moment, I am like a cheap cabbage, placed on the desk, waiting for Mr. Mo to pick it up."

Everyone: “………………”

So can this sissy not tell such a big truth without restraint?

After waiting for a while, the Lord finally arrived. He walked up thousands of steps and came to the Tower of Heaven, with a young man following behind him.

Chu Wanning just glanced at it casually, and before she could see it clearly, she turned her eyes away and continued to study her nail covers. She was too lazy to take a second look.

When it comes to becoming a disciple, we have to talk about how innovative and invincible the top of life and death is. Other sects are all masters who are above and touch the head of a new disciple and say, "Young man, I see that you have a lot of wisdom. From today on, you will be my disciple."

The apprentice doesn't even have a chance to say "no".

Or the master looked cold and contemptuous, waved his sleeves and said, "Young man, your skull is too high, your eyes are unconscious, and your brain is rebellious. It is not my disciple who should have a good appearance. You have no connection with me, so I won't accept you as a disciple."

Then the apprentice didn't have time to show herself, so the master flew away with a whoosh and ran faster than a dog.

The top of life and death is different, and the master and disciple choose each other.

What does it mean?

There are twenty elders at the top of life and death. After all the disciples enter the school, they can devoutly hand over the letter of apprenticeship through a period of time to compare with each other, expressing their willingness to follow the elder to practice.

If the elder accepts it, everyone will be happy.

If the elder does not accept it, the disciple can slap and pester it until the elder softens, or the disciple gives up.

Logically speaking, Chu Wanning is skilled and handsome, and should be crowded with people. All the disciples are trying to worship him as their master. But this is not the case.

Chu Wanning's face is beautiful, but his temper is outrageous. It is said that he can beat female disciples like male disciples and sink male disciples directly into the pond. There are really few people with such masters who have the courage to worship.
To be continued...