Mo Ran lay on the bed like a dead fish for three days. As soon as the wound was curled, he received a message and asked him to go to the Honglian Water Pavilion to work as a coolie.

This is also part of the punishment. During Mo Ran's confinement, he was not allowed to go down the mountain, but he could not be idle. He had to help the sect with chores and do some chores.

Generally speaking, these errands are like: helping Meng Potang's aunt brush plates, scrubbing 365 stone lions on the pillars of Naihe Bridge, copying extremely boring archive files, etc.

But where is the Red Lotus Water Pavilion? It is the residence of Chu Wanning's grandson, known as the Shura Field of the Red Lotus Hell.

There are not many people at the top of life and death that have been there, and everyone who has been in has either broken their arms or legs after they come out.

Therefore, in addition to the Red Lotus Hell, Chu Wanning's sleeping residence has a more down-to-earth nickname: Broken Leg Water Pavilion.

There is a joke circulating in the school: "The beauty is hidden in the water pavilion, and the beauty is sent to heaven to ask questions. When I enter the door of my broken leg, I know that my broken leg is painful. Elder Yuheng will help you choose from the menopause."

There was once a female disciple who was not afraid of death, who was so brave that she dared to covet the beauty of Elder Yuheng. She took advantage of the dark moon and high winds to sneak to the South Peak and slid on the eaves, intending to spy on the elder's bathing and changing clothes.

The result is conceivable. The female warrior was beaten to death by Tianwen, crying for her parents, and lying on the bed for more than a hundred times but not coming to the world.

Moreover, Chu Wanning also made harsh words. If he dared to do something again, he would just sniff the other person's eyes.

Have you seen it? How ungraceful words! How ungraceful behavior is! How outrageous men!

In the sect, there were some innocent and stupid girls who were originally innocent and innocent. They thought that Elder Yuheng would be merciful and always laughed in front of him, trying to attract the elder's attention. However, since the elder killed the female hooligan, no one dared to make any more of his ideas.

Elder Yuheng is both male and female, and has no gentleman's demeanor. Except for his good-looking face, he can't do anything - this is the evaluation of Chu Wanning by the disciples of the sect.

The junior brother who came to send a message looked at Mo Ran with quite sympathy. After enduring it, he still couldn't help it: "Senior Brother Mo..."

"Um?"

"...Elder Yuheng has such a bad temper. None of the people who went to the Honglian Water Pavilion can come out standing. Look, otherwise, I would say that my wound has not healed yet. Please ask Elder Yuheng to put you in the dish?"

Mo Ran was very grateful to the junior brother's Bodhisattva heart and rejected him.

Ask Chu Wanning?

Forget it, he doesn't want to be served by Tianwen again.

So he put on his clothes with great effort, dragged his heavy steps, and reluctantly walked towards the South Peak at the top of life and death.

The Red Lotus Water Pavilion, the Red Lotus Hell, Chu Wanning's residence, and there is no living person within a radius of a hundred miles.

No one wanted to get close to where he lived, and Chu Wanning's poor taste and uncertain personality made everyone in the sect keep him away.

Mo Ran was a little nervous, not knowing what Chu Wanning would punish him for doing. He came to the top of Nanfeng Peak, and after passing through the overlapping bamboo forests, large areas of beautiful red lotus came into view.

It was early morning, and the rising sun was rising, reflecting the brilliant brocade in the sky. The fiery red clouds and the red lotus leaves in the pond shone together, majestic and turquoise. The water pavilions on the pond stood gracefully and quietly, and the waterfalls were hustle and bustle against the stone walls, the mist evaporated, the smoke was shining, and the tranquility showed a bit of charm.

Mo Ran’s feelings about this are:

vomit.

No matter how beautiful Chu Wanning lives, he will vomit!

Look, how arrogant, extravagant, how extravagant, the disciples' houses are closely connected, and the rooms do not occupy a large area. Elder Yuheng is better, he occupied a whole mountain alone, and dug three large ponds, planting lotus flowers. Well, although these lotus flowers are special varieties and can be refined into holy medicines, but-

Anyway, I just don’t like it. I wish I could burn this broken leg water pavilion with a torch!

Despite his own complaints, considering that he was unable to compete with Grandmaster Chu this year, Mo Ran still came to Chu Wanning's residence, stood at the door, squinted his eyes, and spoke sweetly and pretended to be his grandson.

"Disciple Mo Ran, pay homage to Master."

"Yeah, come in."

The room was messy, and the cold-blooded demon Chu Wanning was wearing a white robe, with her collars folded high and tight, with a rather ascetic aura. Today, he was wearing a high ponytail and black metal handguards, sitting on the ground fiddling with a bunch of machine parts, and biting a pen in his mouth.

He glanced at Mo Ran with an expressionless face. He bit the pen and said in a vague way: "Come here."

Mo Ran passed by.

This is really a bit difficult because there is nothing to be left for this house, with artwork and metal broken wood everywhere.

Mo Ran's eyebrows twitched. He had never entered Chu Wanning's room in his previous life. He didn't know that the beautiful man in a well-dressed manner was so messy... it was hard to describe it.

"What is Master doing?"

"The Night Travel God."

"What?"

Chu Wanning was a little impatient, maybe because he was inconvenient to speak because he was holding a pen in his mouth: "The God of Night Travel."

Mo Ran silently glanced at a bunch of messy parts on the ground.

His master is known as Master Chu, and it is not a false reputation. In terms of heart, Chu Wanning is a very powerful man. Whether it is his three god-level weapons, his barrier art, or his mechanism manufacturing skills, they are worthy of the four words "to reach the pinnacle". This is also why he has such a bad temper and is so difficult to serve, but the major immortal cultivation sects still fight to steal him.

Regarding the "Night Travel God", Mo Ran was very clear about the rebirth of the reborn.

It was a mecha made by Chu Wanning. It was cheap and had strong combat power. It could protect ordinary people in the cultivation world at night from ordinary ghosts.

In his previous life, the well-made Night Tour God has become a must-have mecha for every household. Each one is equivalent to a broom, and the effect is much more useful than the grimacing door god.

After Chu Wanning's death, these night-going gods still guarded those poor families who could not afford to hire a Taoist priest. This compassionate mind, coupled with Chu Wanning's indifference to his disciples... Haha, it really made Mo Ran despise.

Mo Ran sat down and looked at the "Yeyou God" who was only a bunch of parts at this time. The past and past slipped over from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but pick up the finger joints of the Yeyou God and grabbed it in his hand to take a closer look.

Chu Wanning, who had put the parts on the fence, finally freed up his hand, took off the pen that had been biting in his mouth, and glared at Mo Ran: "That one has just been put on tung oil, so don't touch it."

"Oh..." Mo Ran put down his finger joints, adjusted his emotions, and still looked like a harmless and cute person and animal. He asked with a smile, "Master summoned me over, are you planning to ask me for help?"

Chu Wanning said: "Yes."

"do what?"

"Clean the house."

Mo Ran's smile froze. He looked at the room that was usually seen after the earthquake: "………………………”

Chu Wanning is a genius in immortal arts and an idiot in life.

After packing up the fifth tea cup that was broken and not swept away in time, Mo Ran finally couldn't stand it: "Master, how long has it been since your house been taken care of? My God, so messy!"

Chu Wanning was looking at the drawings, but he didn't raise his head when he heard this: "It's almost a year."

Mo Ran: “…………………”

"Where do you usually sleep?"

"What?" The drawing may be a little problem. Chu Wanning was disturbed by someone and seemed even more impatient than usual. He rubbed his hair and replied angrily, "Of course it's the bed."

Mo Ran took a look at the bed, which was filled with most of the finished mechas, as well as a series of tools such as saws, axes, and files. Each of them was shining with cold light and extremely sharp.

Awesome, why didn’t this person cut off his head when he was sleeping?

After working hard for most of the day, the wood chips on the floor swept over three dustpans, and the white towels wiping the bookcase shelves turned black and it was only half of them until noon.

Fuck Chu Wanning, this person is really more poisonous than a poisonous woman.

It doesn’t seem like a serious punishment to clean the room, and it doesn’t seem like a coolie when you say it. But who knows it is such a ghost place that has not been cleaned for 365 days? Not to mention that you are covered in scars, even if you are healthy now, you can get half of your life exhausted if you struggle like this!

“Master…”

"Um?"

"Your pile of clothes..." It's been piled up for about three months.

Chu Wanning finally picked up one of Ye Youshen's arm. He rubbed his sore shoulders, looked up at the robes that were built on the wardrobe on the wardrobe, and said coldly: "I'll wash it myself."

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, thank God, and then he was a little curious: "Hey? Master can still wash clothes?"

Chu Wanning looked at him, and after a while, he said coldly: "What's the problem? Throw it into the water, soak it, pick it up, and dry it."

"……………” I really don’t know what the girls who miss Master Chu would feel after hearing this sentence. Mo Ran felt deeply that the man who was not good at using it was really disgusting, and how many things that he had broken through the spring boudoir’s thoughts after he said it.

"It's getting late, please follow me to the cafeteria, and let the rest be processed."

There were people coming and going in Mengpo Hall, and the disciples at the top of life and death were eating in groups of three or five. Chu Wanning took a lacquered wooden tray and sat silently in the corner.

With him as the core, there was gradually no one around within twenty feet.

No one dared to sit too close to Elder Yuheng, for fear that he would be unhappy, so he threw out Tianwen and slapped. Chu Wanning himself knew this very well, but he didn't mind. A cold beauty was sitting there, eating the things in the bowl in a gentle manner.

But today, it's not the same.

Mo Ran brought it to him, so he naturally had to follow him.

Others are afraid of him, but Mo Ran is also afraid of him, but at least someone who has died once did not have that great fear of Chu Wanning.

Especially after the fear gradually faded after the first meeting, the disgust of Chu Wanning in his previous life slowly emerged. So what if Chu Wanning is so powerful? He died at his hands in his previous life.

Mo Ran sat down in front of him, calmly chewing the sweet and sour ribs in the bowl, creakingly biting, and soon the bones spit into a hill.

Chu Wanning suddenly threw down his chopsticks.

Mo Ran was stunned.

"...Can you stop smacking your lips when you have a meal?"

"I chew my bones, how can I chew my lips if I don't smack my lips?"

"Then don't eat bones."

"But I like eating bones."

"Get out and eat."
To be continued...