"Of course, nicknames must be taken. Who will the heaven bypass?" Xue Meng seemed excited and introduced to Chu Wanning enthusiastically, "I think you are not old, probably no more than five years old, right? Then you have just arrived at the top of life and death, and are not familiar with everyone. Once you are familiar with them, you will know that the twenty elders here have nicknames among disciples."

"Oh." Chu Wanning looked at him meaningfully, "What about?"

"Some people have said that. But it's getting late now, and I'm a little hungry. Thank you for your advice today. I'll take you down the mountain to have some midnight snacks, and talk while eating."

Chu Wanning lowered her head and thought for a while, and smiled and said, "Yes, OK."

Xue Meng put away Longcheng, took Chu Wanning's hand, and the disciple who was kept in the dark and the master who had shrunk his body walked along the long stone steps between the bamboos towards the mountain gate.

"Little brother, what do you call me?" Xue Meng asked as she walked.

Chu Wanning calmly replied: "My surname is Xia."

"What's summer?"

"Xia Si Ni."

Xue Meng didn't realize the profound meaning of it, and asked happily: "It's good, it sounds pretty good. What are the two words?"

Chu Wanning glanced at him like a fool: "...Situ's Si, Ni Tu's Ni. Xia Si Ni."

"Oh," Xue Meng asked with a smile again, "How old are you? I guessed right before, aren't you over five years old?"

"..." Chu Wanning had a dark face. Fortunately, Xue Meng looked at Lu and didn't look at his expression, otherwise he would have been scared, "No, the young master guessed wrongly... I'm six years old this year."

Xue Meng said: "Then you are really talented, although it is a little worse than me back then. But a little more training/teaching will definitely be an amazing young man. So, why don't you study under Xuanji? You call me senior brother and I'll ask my master to accept you as your disciple. Do you think it's okay?"

Chu Wanning tried his best to resist and did not roll his eyes: "What did you ask me to call you?"

"Senior brother." Xue Meng bent down with a smile and bounced Chu Wanning's forehead, "This opportunity is not someone."

Chu Wanning's expression was complicated: "..."

"What's wrong? Are you so happy that you can't speak?"

Chu Wanning: “…”

The two were walking, talking and laughing, at least Xue Meng thought they were walking, "talking and laughing". Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, and the conversation that ended after the conversation might take Xue Meng's life.

"Hmm? Mengmeng, why are you here?"

The entire peak of life and death will start to slap Xue Meng and call her Meng Meng Mengmeng. Who else can she be? Before Xue Meng even turned her head, she was already cursing her.

"Mo Ran, you dog, if you call me like that, believe it or not, I will pull your tongue."

As soon as he turned around, Mo Ran's light clothes were floating, standing under the bright moon, grinning at the two of them. He originally wanted to tease Xue Meng again, but suddenly noticed that there was a handsome and handsome child standing beside Xue Meng, and he was stunned: "This is..."

Xue Meng pulled Chu Wanning behind him and looked at Mo Ran with his eyebrows and said, "Do you care?"

"No, no, don't hide it." Mo Ran walked around and grabbed Xue Meng's hand, dragged Chu Wanning out, squatted down and looked at it carefully, suddenly exclaimed and murmured, "This child looks so familiar."

Chu Wanning felt alert: "..."

"I always feel like I've seen it somewhere."

Chu Wanning thought it was not good. If his identity was discovered, what kind of face would he have in the future? Thinking of it, he subconsciously took a step back and turned around to escape.

"Don't leave!" Mo Ran smiled and pulled him, stretched out his finger, scratched Chu Wanning's nose, and said slowly, "Come on, little brother, tell your brother what your name is?"

The bridge of his nose was straightened up, and Chu Wanning was both embarrassed and guilty, so he stepped back.

Mo Ran thought he was scared, so he laughed and said, "What are you hiding? Be good, tell your brother if your surname is Xue?"

Xue Meng: "???"

Mo Ran pointed at Xue Meng and asked Chu Wanning with a smile: "Is this person your father? You have to tell the truth, so my brother will love you and buy you candy."

"You are sick, Mo Weiyu!" Xue Meng exploded immediately, his face turned red, and his thorny hair shouted, "You, you, what are you thinking? You, you are dirty! You, you are dirty! You are shameless!"

Chu Wanning was speechless, but his heart was a little relaxed: "...My surname is Xia, and I am a disciple of Elder Xuan Ji, Xia Sini."

"Scare you to death?" Mo Ran smiled and bent his eyes. He was not stupid. He could hear the meaning of the name as soon as he heard it, "Haha, it's a bit interesting."

“…”

"You are sick!" Xue Meng pushed Mo Ran away viciously and said angrily, "He is my new friend and has nothing to do with you. We are going to have midnight snacks, so you can get out of here."

"Oh." Mo Ran made way out. But soon he put his hands behind his head and followed them with a smile.

Xue Meng growled at him: "What are you doing?"

"I'll go down the mountain to have midnight snacks, too." Mo Ran said innocently, "Don't you?"

Xue Meng: “…………”

Wuchang Town.

Since the founding of the Sect of Life and Death, this town, which was originally rampant in ghosts, has gradually returned to its former peace and is even a bit lively now.

At this time, the night market was open. Xue Meng and his group walked among the stalls and found a shop selling antique soup, and sat in front of the low wooden table in the open air.

"Antique Soup" uses a copper cauldron as a cooking utensil and is set on a burning charcoal basin. When eating, the fire will not be extinguished and the soup in the cauldron is cooked. The soup is often heavy with spiciness and spicy. Fresh ingredients are placed on the table, and throw it in and rinse it with whatever you want. Because the food will make a "gum" sound when it falls into boiling water, it is named Antique Soup.

This is a famous dish in Sichuan and Sichuan, but Chu Wanning never ate a clear soup pot without spicy food. He didn't eat it so spicy that he would choke as soon as he ate it.

Xue Meng was born in Shu since childhood, while Mo Ran grew up in Xiangtan area. Both of them were accustomed to spicy food, so naturally they felt that "Xia Si Ni" would definitely eat spicy food.

When he sat down to order the dishes, Xue Meng ordered several dishes with great care, and then said, "Put more peppercorns in the soup, and the red oil must be enough."

Chu Wanning suddenly pulled his sleeve and said quietly: "I want a double pot."

"What?" Xue Meng thought he had heard it wrong.

Chu Wanning had a dark face: "If you want a double-double pot, half spicy, half not spicy."

Xue Meng: "...Aren't you from Shu?"

"Um."

"Ah." Xue Meng nodded, showing a clear expression, but was also a little surprised. He looked at Chu Wanning and said, "Then you are so young and far away from your hometown, it's really... Oh, forget it." He sighed, turned his head toward the waiter, "Okay, let's just go to the double pot."

Chu Wanning heard a hint of reluctance from Xue Meng's tone for some reason.

Then he found that this was not his illusion. Xue Meng was really unwilling to accept it. When he was waiting for the dishes, he was talking: "Junior brother, since you have come to Shuzhong, you must learn to eat spicy food. If you don't eat spicy food, you can't get along with others. Do you know? You can't speak Sichuan dialect, and you can't eat chili peppers. By the way, where are you from?"

Chu Wanning said: "Lin'an."

"Oh." Xue Meng thought about it, feeling unfamiliar with the Jiangnan water town, so he bit his chopsticks and asked squintly, "Then do you eat rabbit heads in your hometown?"

Before Chu Wanning could answer, Mo Ran smiled beside him and said, "Of course I don't eat it."

Xue Meng glared at him, and Chu Wanning also glanced at him.

Mo Ran put a foothold on a long bench, put his elbow on his knees, and turned the chopsticks in his hand fluently. Seeing this, he tilted his head and smiled, "What's wrong? I won't eat when I look at me like this."

Xue Meng turned his head and asked Chu Wanning: "Do you really not eat it?"

"Um."

Xue Meng glared at Mo Ran again: "How do you know? Have you been to Lin'an?"

"I haven't been there." Mo Ran made a face, "But Brother Xia and our master are fellow townsmen. Don't you know that Master doesn't eat rabbit heads? When he was taking cold dishes in Mengpo Hall, he either mixed with shallots or osmanthus candy or lotus root. If you don't believe me, please pay attention next time."

Chu Wanning: “…”

"Ah, I haven't paid attention. Since I saw Master's breakfast last time, I didn't dare to look into his plate. It's really terrible." Xue Meng touched his chin and slowly showed a disgusting expression. "My master's taste is really hard to describe. Do you know? He actually ate salted beans."

Chu Wanning: “…”

As he said that, Xue Meng turned around, looked at him, and said earnestly: "Junior brother, don't learn from Elder Yuheng, no one will be willing to eat with you in the future. Remember, rabbit heads and peppers must be eaten. Eat tofu in the morning, don't pour sauce into it."

"There are also seaweed and dried shrimps." Mo Ran added.

"Yes, there are seaweed and dried shrimps." Xue Meng and Mo Ran share the same hatred for the enemy, "it's simply unbearable."

Chu Wanning glanced at the two fools and said blankly: "Oh."

The dishes were all served soon, with fresh and crispy frozen bamboo shoots, green vegetables, crystal tofu, tender fish fillets, and lamb slices turned into rolls as thin as cicada wings, neatly placed in a white porcelain dish. The crispy meat was fried golden and crispy, sprinkled with cumin peppercorns, a pot of freshly ground soy milk was placed beside the table, and the short table was squeaked.

The friendship and daughters are all eaten at a meal, not to mention the hot antique soup, three or two rounds of fat sheep are put into the pot, and one or two beans milk is put into the stomach. Even though the raw and cold relationship between Xue Meng and Mo Ran can't help but temporarily become eased in the mist steam.

Xue Meng's chopsticks were searching in the spicy oil soup: "Hey, where is my brain that I threw down?"

"Aren't your mind resting on your neck?" Mo Ran smiled.

"I'm talking about pig brain!"

Mo Ran bit the chopsticks and smiled wickedly: "Yes, what I'm talking about is also a pig's brain."

"Dog son, how dare you scold me-"

"Hey! Your mind is coming! Eat quickly!"

Xue Meng was excited and was trapped by him and shouted, "Take your dog paws away! Don't rob me, this is my brain!"

Chu Wanning sat on a small stool, holding a porcelain jar of sweet soy milk. While drinking it smelled good, he casually looked at the two naive ghosts next to him. He was not in a hurry, anyway, half of the things in the soup pot were his.

After drinking soy milk, the child licked his lips with unsatisfactory pleasure. Mo Ran saw it and asked him with a smile: "My junior brother likes this?"

Chu Wanning digested the title of "Little Junior Brother", silently estimated the possibility of getting rid of this title, and found that it was almost zero, so he had to say dryly:

"Yeah, that's not bad."

Mo Ran turned around and said, "Waiter, bring another can of this soy milk for my junior brother."
To be continued...