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    Borrowing ink to burn auspicious words, that night, Chu Wanning had another dream, but unfortunately it was not a good dream.

    In the dream, he returned to Caidie Town the year Tian Lie was, but the person who repaired Tian Lie with him was replaced by a teacher.

    Heavy snow fell in the leaden gray sky, Shi Mei couldn't hold it back, was pierced by a sneak, fell from the Panlong pillar, and fell into the endless snow.  Mo Ran ran over, picked up Shi Mo, who was bleeding, and knelt at his feet, begging him to help and save his apprentice.

    He also wanted to save him, but under the effect of the twin enchantment, he suffered a trauma as severe as that of his teacher. He was pale and said nothing. He was afraid that the blood would choke out as soon as he opened his mouth.  They will rush forward and tear them all to pieces.

    "Master Please Please"

    Mo Ran was crying and kept kowtowing to him.

    Chu Wanning closed his eyes and finally ran away

    The teacher is dead.

    Mo Ran never forgave him again.

    He dreamed of the Naihe Bridge at the peak of death and life. It was the cold spring time, and it was raining, and the buds of spring trees were moistened by the rain. The bluestone road under his feet was long and endless. He held an umbrella and walked alone.

    Suddenly, he saw another person walking from across the bridge, dressed in black, without an umbrella, holding a stack of books wrapped in oil paper, walking towards him.  Chu Wanning could not help but slow down.

    That person obviously saw him too, but the pace of that person's feet did not slow down, he just raised his eyelashes that were soaked in the rain, and glanced at him without warmth.

    Chu WanNing wanted to call him, and wanted to say: Mo

    Mo Ran didn't give him any chance to speak. He hugged his book and walked on the leftmost side of the Naihe Bridge. An inch more would have turned him into the river¡ªjust to get away from the master who was walking on the right.  A little bit, a little farther away.

    They have come to the middle of the bridge.

    A person who was used to holding an umbrella before was walking in the rain, and a person who was not used to holding an umbrella before was also walking in the rain.

    Later they passed by each other.

    The person in the rain walked away without looking back, while the person holding the umbrella stopped and stood where he was.

    The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, and Chu Wanning stood for a long time, and his legs were a little numb for a long time, as if the damp cold in the middle of Sichuan had penetrated into the bones.

    He suddenly felt very tired and could no longer walk.

    The dream darkened.

    It was heavy and cold.

    It was as cold as rain, and as heavy as legs that could no longer move.

    In his sleep, Chu Wanning turned over and shrank his body very small. Something dripped from the corner of his eyes and wet the pillow.  He vaguely knew that this was just a dream, but why it was so real, so real that he could clearly feel Mo Ran's hatred, Mo Ran's disappointment, and Mo Ran's determination.

    Butis that all?

    Is it over here?

    He was not reconciled, it seemed that his reluctance made the surrounding light shine again.

    Still in a dream, many months have passed since Shi Mei passed away.

    Mo Ran's temperament is getting gloomy day by day, and he talks less and less, but he will still come to all the practice classes, just attend the class, and don't talk too much with Chu Wanning.

    Chu Wanning didn't explain why he didn't take action to rescue Shi Mingjing at the beginning. He saw the attitude of Mo Ran. He knew that the matter had come to this point, and it was useless to say anything.

    In this day's practice class, Mo Ran stood at the top of a pine tree according to his instructions, and exercised the collection of spiritual power.

    But for some reason, he suddenly lost his strength and fell straight down. Chu Wanning didn't have time to think, and rushed to hug him, but he had no time to cast any spells in a hurry, and the two fell heavily from the treetops  ,He fell to the ground.

    Fortunately, the soil was very soft, and there was a thick layer of pine needles. They didn't fall, but Chu Wanning's wrist was cut by a sharp branch, and there was a hideous hole, and blood flowed out.

    Mo Ran looked at his wound, and then raised his eyes for the first time in these months, looking back and forth at Chu Wanning's face without hiding it.

    Finally he said: "Master, you are bleeding."

    The tone was a little numb, but what he said was finally a moderate sentence.

    "There are ointments and bandages in my Qiankun bag, let's deal with them."

    They sat in the thick coniferous forest, and the air was filled with the fragrance of pines and cypresses. Chu Wanning didn't say a word. He watched Mo Ran lower his head, and silently wrapped the bandage for himself, lap after lap.

    The boy's eyelashes were trembling, and Chu Wanning couldn't see his face clearly.??Did a new blow.  Making rice cakes looks simple, but the strength must be mastered very well. The person who beats must be very strong and energetic. He has tossed and turned like this countless times. When the rice noodles are completely sticky and stick to each other, the work is considered complete.

    After being so busy for a while, Mo Ran didn't blush and his heart didn't beat, but the farmers next to him got a little tired, and started to shout in a rough voice: "One two three¡ªone two three¡ª" They called for the falling hammer  The rhythm, Mo Ran felt a little interesting, so he played together according to their rhythm, until the rice balls were half sticky, the people next to him were already panting, but Mo Ran didn't feel anything, and smiled and said to Chu Wanning: "Come again."

    Chu WanNing glanced at him, the young man's forehead was full of sweat, bright and bright in the sun, with a honey-like color.  His lips were also slightly parted, and he didn't sigh tiredly like ordinary people, but his breathing was somewhat heavy, and his chest heaved.

    Seeing Chu Wanning looking at him, he froze for a moment, raised his sleeves and wiped his face, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he smiled: "What's wrong? Is there rice flour on your face?"

    "No."

    "That is¡­¡­"

    Chu WanNing looked at him, who was so hot and sweaty, but honestly folded his clothes to the Adam's apple, and suddenly felt a little unbearable.  "Are you hot?" he asked.

    He asked Mo Ran yesterday "is it cold?", and today he asked Mo Ran "hot or not".  good."

    "Take it off when it's hot."

    "Master doesn't like it, so I won't take it off."

    "" Chu Wanning said, "It's even more annoying to be sweaty."

    Since he said so, Mo Ran himself was already sticky and uncomfortable, so he removed his robe and upper garment, and threw them on the graphite next to him. Chu Wanning watched coldly, but his heart gradually became hot. He watched Mo Ran on Mo Ran.  The side is naked, revealing broad shoulders, solid arms, and after taking off the inner layer of underwear, you can almost feel the hot air coming to your face. Mo Ran is really stuffy with sweat, and there is a wet and slippery luster in the sun.  He turned around like a mermaid out of the water, and smiled at Chu Wanning, so handsome that he was dazzling.

    "You two immortals, do you want some water?" The wife of the village head asked them one by one, holding a cup of tea.

    Mo Ran returned to the stone mortar, picked up the wooden hammer again, and said with a smile: "No, I'm not thirsty yet."

    A hand reached out and took a teacup on the tray.

    Under the surprised eyes of the two, Chu Wanning drank a whole cup of tea proudly, and then handed the teacup to the wife of the village head: "Please have another cup."

    "Master, are you thirsty?"

    I don't know where these words stabbed him, Chu Wanning raised his head suddenly, his eyes were burning, full of vigilance: "Thirsty? No, I am not thirsty."

    Another gulp drank a whole glass of water.

    Mo Ran looked at him, and couldn't help wondering, when did Master's self-esteem disease become so serious that he was ashamed to say that he was thirsty?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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