When Mo Ran was asked this, his expression was a little stunned.

Do I miss him?

Although the grudges in the past life are profound and cannot be relieved, Chu Wanning has never done anything to do to him in this life. Instead, he protects each other again and again in adversity, and ends up in a state of illness.

He said slowly after a while: "Well... He was injured several times, all for me..."

Chu Wanning heard his statement, but felt a little warm in his heart. He was about to say something to Mo Ran, but he heard him say the second half.

"This kindness is too strong. I just hope to help him get better soon. I don't want to owe him too much."

The warmth in my heart seemed to be dead, motionless, condensed into ice.

Chu Wanning froze for a while before she felt that she was ridiculous.

Mo Ran had long said that the relationship between master and disciple was only himself. He would be dazed and rush into the flames with a little hope. In the end, it would be no wonder that others would burn to ashes.

Chu Wanning smiled, and the smile must be very ugly. She was disappointed when she touched her nose.

"Don't think too much. Since you are his apprentice, what do you owe? Everything is his own willingness."

Mo Ran turned his eyes and looked at him: "You, at a young age, always imitating adults with a stern face." As he said that, he smiled and rubbed his head.

Chu Wanning was rubbed by him, and she laughed at the beginning, but later, there was a layer of water in her eyes. He looked at the bright and young face in front of him and said softly: "Mo Ran, I won't play with you anymore, please let go."

The tendons in Mo Ran's head were too thick and he never noticed his strange expression. What's more, he was used to laughing with "Xia Sini" like this, so he still pinched Chu Wanning's smooth cheeks like a child, gently slammed the corners of his mouth, making a funny face.

"Puff, why are you angry again?"

Chu Wanning looked at the childish young child in the other person's eyes. The smile he was fiddled with was so ugly, like a sad and ridiculous monster.

"let go."

He didn't notice it and teased him as usual: "Okay, okay, don't be angry anymore. I won't say you are like an adult in the future, okay? Come on, make up and call me Senior Brother~"

"You let go..."

"Be good, call me senior brother and I'll buy you osmanthus cake later."

Chu Wanning closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice finally became a little dull.

"Mo Ran, I'm not kidding. I really don't want to play with you anymore. You let go, okay?" His slender eyebrows frowned. He didn't cry because he closed his eyes, but his throat was already choked, "Mo Ran, I'm in pain..."

It hurts so much that he is alone in his heart. He carefully hides him in the deepest part of his heart. It is better if he doesn't like himself, as long as he can think about and protect that person silently, it's better if he can't get it.

But all the softness of that person is for others, and all he leaves is a thorn. He holds him in his heart, and when the person moves, his heart will be bleeding. Day by day, the old scars have not healed and new injuries have arisen again.

So he knew that even if he didn't ask for it, as long as he still had this person in his heart, he would feel pain for a day.

He didn't know how long he could last in such pain, and when he would collapse.

Mo Ran finally realized something was wrong, and let go of his hand in panic, touched his slightly red face, and was in a hurry and didn't know what to do. Chu Wanning suddenly felt that it was actually better to have smaller sizes.

At least I can shout pain without any scruples, showing a sense of weakness.

At least he could give himself a look with concern.

That was something he had never dared to think about.

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve is coming. This is the most lively and leisurely moment of the year at the top of life and death. The disciples put peach talismans on the snow and swept the snow. The master of Mengpotang was busy from morning to night, preparing for the delicacies at the end of the year. Each elder also used his own magic to add to the New Year atmosphere to everyone. For example, Elder Greedy Wolf turned a pool of spring water into fine wine. Elder Xuan Ji released more than 3,000 fire rats he had tamed, letting them guard the various places of the sect to drive away the cold and warmth. Elder Lu Cun, he casts a spell on the snowmen he piled up, making them squeak all over the mountain, and shouts "Happy New Year" when they meet everyone.

Everyone doesn't expect Elder Yuheng to do anything. In fact, Yuheng is still in seclusion and has never appeared in front of everyone for a long time.

Only Xue Meng stood by the window, looked up at the begonia petals that were falling in the sky at some point, and said thoughtfully: "After today, we are leaving, it seems that we still have no chance to see him when we leave... I wonder what Master is doing at this moment?"

"It must be practicing." Mo Ran bit an apple and said in a vague way, "To be honest, all the elders will act in the show at night. It's a pity. If the master is here, he will have to go, and I don't know what he can act."

After saying that, he laughed first: "Maybe it's because of how to act 'angry'?"

Xue Meng glared at him: "Why don't you act like "suck Mo Weiyu to death"?"

During the Chinese New Year, Xue Meng made a mean joke, and Mo Ran was not angry. Suddenly he remembered something and asked, "By the way, did you see your junior brother today?"

"You said Xia Si Ni?" Xue Meng said, "I didn't see that he was Xuan Ji's disciple after all. He hangs with us every day. Xuan Ji no longer cares about it. If he hangs with us during the Chinese New Year, his master would be so angry."

Mo Ran laughed and said, "That's right."

Red lotus water pavilion, setting sun is facing the evening.

Chu Wanning held a pill and looked at it carefully. Xue Zhengyong sat opposite him. Chu Wanning had never invited him to have tea, so he filled a pot for himself and ate a crispy cake on someone else's plate without hesitation.

Chu Wanning glared at him, but he didn't realize it at all, but chewed the pastry and said, "Yuheng, don't look at it. Although Tianlang's mouth is poisonous, his mind is not bad. How could he harm you?"

"... Where did the Lord want to go?" Chu Wanning said lightly, "I was just thinking, since Elder Greedy Wolf has tried hard to develop a pill that can restore me to my adult body for one day, why didn't he just refine a few more? If you need it, just take it."

"Oh, it's not that easy." Xue Zhengyong said, "The medicinal materials required for this kind of medicine are very rare. He has already consumed it after he refined three pieces. It's not a long-term solution."

"That's it." Chu Wanning pondered, "So that's it, thank you."

"Haha." Xue Zhengyong waved his hand, "You two are actually quite similar. They both speak badly, but they are not bad at heart."

Chu Wanning glanced at him, and without saying a word, poured himself a cup of tea and took the pill that would make him recover his past shape.

Xue Zhengyong was about to eat another piece of flower cake, but Chu Wanning held down his hand.

"What are you doing?" said the Lord dissatisfied.

Chu Wanning said: "My."

Xue Zhengyong: “…”

As night fell, disciples on the top of life and death came to Mengpo Hall one after another. Each elder took their disciples to sit together, and shuttled into the crowd with dumplings, snowmen and fire rats, helping them pass on salt jars, chili powder, chopped green onion plates, or other miscellaneous items.

Every table was very lively and laughter, but only Elder Yuheng had all the disciples, but the master was absent.

Xue Meng looked at the side and sighed: "I miss Master."

Master Mei said warmly: "Didn't Master write a letter a few days ago to let us celebrate the festival well and practice hard in the Peach Blossom Land. When he comes out of seclusion, he will come to see us?"

"That's right, but when will he come out of seclusion..."

Just as he was sighing, his eyes glanced listlessly across the hall. He was stunned and suddenly sat up straight, opened his eyes like a cat, and looked at the door of Mengpotang.

The blood quickly faded and then surged up again. Xue Meng's face turned red, and the light in her eyes was bright, and she was so excited that she couldn't speak: "Yes...yes...yes..."

Mo Ran thought it was a rare beast raised by Elder Xuan Ji and ran out to cheer him up. He felt that Xue Meng had a shallow knowledge and fussed. He couldn't help but laugh: "What's there? Look at you, it's like seeing a god, what's there to be shocking--"

He turned his head with a smile and raised his eyes casually.

The word "weird" behind it can't be said no matter what.

Outside the open door of the lobby, in the twilight and snow, Chu Wanning was wearing a white dress and wearing a bright red cloak. Zheng Xiu was so kind that he put on the oil paper umbrella, shaking off the fine snow, and then rolled up his eyelash curtain, revealing a pair of sharp and slender phoenix eyes, looking at them indifferently.

Just at this glance, when Mo Ran noticed it, he found that his heart was beating faster, his palms were sweating, and he couldn't help but breathe slowly.

Mengpotang gradually became quiet. Chu Wanning appeared in Mengpotang on weekdays, so his disciples did not dare to make noise, let alone he was in seclusion for a long time. At this time, he appeared on the snowy night of New Year's Eve. The frost and snow stained his face made his face even more innocent and handsome, and his eyebrows were even dark and deep.

Mo Ran stood up and murmured, "Master..."

Xue Meng stood up and ran towards Chu Wanning like a cat, shouting "Master!" while plunging into Chu Wanning's arms.

Chu Wanning's clothes were soaked in the snow very coldly, but looking at Xue Meng's expression, it seemed like she had hugged the peach blossoms in March and the charcoal fire in October, which was so warm. She kept shouting: "Master, you finally came out. I thought I wouldn't see you before leaving. You still love us, Master..."

Shi Mei also greeted him, Kanran bowed and showed joy: "Welcome Master out of seclusion."

Chu Wanning patted Xue Meng's head and nodded to Master again: "It's a little late for Master, let's go and stay with you."

He sat in the table, next to Xue Meng, opposite Mo Ran.

As soon as Chu Wanning arrived, after the initial lively and joy, everyone returned to their past habits and sat upright like their master. The table was so quiet that it was strange.

There are various ingredients such as flour, meat, eggs, etc. on the middle table, as well as a brand new copper plate.

Mo Ran is the best cooking skill among them, so everyone finally decided to let him command it.

"Then, I'd rather obey my orders than respect." Mo Ran smiled, "Can you roll noodles?"

No one said anything.

"...Okay, I'll roll the noodles." Mo Ran said, "Shi Mei, the one you make is the most delicious. The filling of dumplings is no different. You can make the filling."

Shi Mei hesitated for a while and said, "This...is still a little different. I'm afraid I can't do it well."

Chu Wanning said lightly: "It's fine if you can eat it, don't worry too much."

Shi Mei smiled and said, "Okay then."

"Xue Meng, just help me hand over some water, roll up my sleeves, etc. Just don't do anything bad."

Xue Meng: “…………”

"As for Master," Mo Ran smiled, "Why would Master, sit next to him and drink tea?"

Chu Wanning said coldly: "I'll make dumplings."

"Ah?" Mo Ran was shocked, thinking that his ears were deaf, "What are you going to do?"

"I said, I'll make dumplings."

Mo Ran: “…………………”

He suddenly would rather have deaf ears.

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A little baby raised questions about setting the background of the article. Although the article was mentioned scattered and will be written later, there is no systematic introduction, because the world view is boring after all, and it is instilled in one go to everyone for fear that they will sleep when they look at it. So today I have something to say about the introduction. If you are interested, you can take a look.

First of all, regarding the upper and lower worlds, the "up" in the upper world refers to the rise of clear energy. In the coastal areas of the map and near Kunlun Tianchi, these are all the upper worlds. The "lower" in the lower world refers to the sinking of turbid air and the spiritual charm is everywhere. The ghost city Fengdu is the core, and it is mainly concentrated in the Sichuan and Gui area. The upper world is full of spiritual energy and is suitable for cultivation, so it gathers the nine immortal gates, while the lower world is only one of the top of life and death.

Then about practice: The article does not divide the clear layers of the ancestors who build foundations and tribulations. The entry of Taoist practitioners is called foundation building. After awakening the spirit core, it is enough to continuously strengthen their own cultivation. There is no complicated level to remember. The main purpose of Taoist priests in their practice is to have strong magic power and be able to stand out. Of course, there are also people who want to use magic to do more good deeds within their ability, just like the master. Those with strong cultivation can live for a hundred years, have a look of age, and become immortals after death, but there are very few people who ascend directly when they are alive, and birth, old age, sickness, and reincarnation are the final outcomes of most Taoists.
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