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¡ª¡ªThis story line takes place two years after the final battle¡ª¡ª
The fragrance of rice porridge filled the hut.
A child with pointy ears and a pumpkin leaf on his head huddled before the hearth, adding new wood to the fire. Next to him sat a girl with red hair, watching the fire while eating honey.
"I think the fire can be bigger."
"I don't think it's okay, it will be blurred if it gets bigger."
"I don't think I can get confused."
"Bah, what do you know, you only eat sugar."
Chu Wanning brought the hunted hare and pushed the door in, followed by a group of chattering grass spirits, little flower demons, and even little moss fairies the size of fingernails.
The pair of tree spirit brothers and sisters sitting by the fire immediately got up and hurriedly saluted him: "Shenmu Immortal."
Shenmu Xianjun is the name of these wood spirits for Chu Wanning.
In fact, looking back at many things, there are already clues. In his previous life, he didn't know why he was born with a nine-song martial arts, and he didn't know why he could have such a strong control over vegetation. Even before, he didn't understand why the wine-colored gourd that ran out of the Golden Drum Pagoda would attack him. Respectful.
I understand now.
He is the Yandi sacred tree, and the Yandi sacred tree is the source of all vegetation in the world.
After the Battle of the Gate of Life and Death, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran retreated to the Nanping Valley. Those fierce and violent spells are temporarily unusable, but life is a bit ordinary, so Chu Wanning figured out the wood spirit summoning technique, using All the little monsters in the valley gathered under their command.
"It looks a bit like taking over the mountain as king." Mo Ran commented with a smile, "It's just a tiger skin blanket on the floor."
But Chu Xianjun, who occupies the mountain as the king, is very anxious these days, because Xue Meng sent them a message a few days ago, expressing awkwardly that he wants to come to Nanping Mountain for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival and get together with them.
After two years, the relationship between the master and the apprentice has finally been washed away by time and is no longer so embarrassing. Chu Wanning is naturally willing to see his former lover again. So one month before the Mid-Autumn Festival, he began to seriously think about what dishes to prepare to entertain Xue Ziming.
"What is Master writing?"
At night, the lights and candles flickered, Mo Ran leaned over, hugged Chu Wanning from behind, his chin rested on his shoulder, and his dark eyes looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone spread on the table.
Originally, he was just asking casually, the main purpose was to coax brother Engong to go to bed earlier. He is not very interested in what Chu Wanning is writing.
What else is this guy doing? It¡¯s nothing more than thinking about some mechas such as Yeyoushen, and then sending the blueprints to the horse owner of Taobao Mountain Villa, so that they can build them according to the same and sell them at a low price. All to the pinnacle of life and death."
As a result, the construction cost was much higher than the selling price, and the owner of Ma Zhuang returned to a loss, chasing Xue Ziming for money with the bill.
"Huh? Didn't you draw any blueprints today?"
Chu Wanning replied absent-mindedly: "Where will there be inspiration every day."
Mo Ran rubbed his cheek and kissed his earlobe: "Master"
"What's wrong?"
""
Mo Ran straightened up involuntarily and touched his nose.
He couldn't help but began to wonder if Chu Wanning was bored with the days of hermitage, otherwise, why such an intimate relationship only got a hard "what's the matter" without any ups and downs.
What a hell of a life.
It wasn't until this time that Mo Ran finally began to carefully read what Chu Wanning had written on the table. It would be fine if he didn't read it, but he took a big step back in shock when he saw it.
"what are you writing?!"
It was a question just now, but this time it was an exclamation full of horror.
Chu Wanning was displeased with his tone, and finally put down the lake pen, slowly raised a pair of extremely aggressive phoenix eyes, and squinted slightly, even if the two long eyelashes were as soft as fluff, they could not hide the sharpness of his eyes .
However, no matter how fierce the eyes are, they are no match for what Chu Wanning said at the moment.
"Mid-Autumn recipes."
Mo Ran: ""
That's right, for the first reunion banquet after the Great War, Immortal Beidou planned to do it himself, washing his hands and making soup for his apprentice who felt quite sorry.
Mo Ran stared at Chu Wanning's serious and stubborn face in the shadow of the candlestick lamp, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
He is not serious, is he? ? ?
But it's a pity that Chu Xianjun is a serious person and never makes unnecessary jokes.
For the next few days he willnbsp; However, everything has passed.
The scar is still there, but it doesn't hurt anymore.
"¡¡I love you."
Chu Wanning said something in a low voice, and then it seemed that in order not to let Mo Ran see his embarrassment and blushing, he pulled the person down, and the two kissed together again.
This night was the same as before, they did it more than once, and the ink-burning physical strength impregnated with the power of the demons seemed to be better than before, although he used to be a little shameless.
They were entangled passionately in the deep valley of Nanping, and the bed was creaking.
(Here is cough cough cough cough cough cough you know, in the old place)
"Wan Ning" In the frenzy, Chu Wan Ning, who was almost absent-minded, lay on the couch, with a few strands of black hair falling in front of his eyes. He vaguely heard Mo Ran calling him behind him, full of love, desire, infatuation, and dependence. .
He wanted to respond, but his voice was a little hoarse from the lingering times of the night, and he couldn't make much sound.
Chu Wanning just turned his face sideways like this, and was pressed on the table asking for it. After a while, he saw Mo Ran's hand stretched out and covered the back of his hand.
In the ear is the deep and fiery breath, and the most sexy and moving voice in the world.
He heard Mo Ran sticking to his ears, solemnly, just like what this young man often said in the past two years, and it seemed that he was going to say this for a lifetime.
No, not as if.
is sure.
Mo Ran said: "Wan Ning, I love you."
I love you.
?From dawn to dusk.
every day.
For a lifetime.
lifetime.
As for the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion banquet
Although Chu Wanning is not good at cooking, his taste is not bad.
After studying for a long time but unable to find the essentials of cooking, and seeing how Mo Ran prepared the ingredients and prepared the sauce to marinate the fish smoothly, three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chu Wanning finally gave up the idea of ????doing it by himself.
So there is the opening scene.
Dozens of monsters cultivated from plants and trees surround Chu Wanning, some are responsible for chopping firewood, some are responsible for burning fire, some are chopping vegetables, and some are in charge of the pot.
Chu Wanning looked at the bubbling soup in the pot, the color and aroma were quite attractive, and he couldn't help but said to the two little porridge cooks: "Thank you."
"You're welcome, we did it voluntarily." The Dryad girl smiled, "The Immortal Shenmu called us to help, and we are too happy to be happy."
Chu Wanning glanced outside the house, and saw in the distance, Mo Ran was sitting obediently at the end of the yard, splitting a pile of firewood seriously, but he had no one to help, sweat dripped down his wheat-colored face, his clothes Can't hide the tight chest muscles and thin waist.
Very nice, she is a beauty.
It's a pity that Chu Wan would rather not take pity on the fragrance and cherish the jade.
Although it is indeed unfair to secretly ask the monsters to help cook, whoever makes Mo Ran endlessly toss people every night, he has no choice but to do it
Chu Wanning thought so, put his hands together, closed the kitchen door tightly, and cast a barrier by the way to prevent the ink from burning in. After finishing all this, he turned around, returned to the spirits of plants and trees, and then picked up the written recipe from the table¡ª¡ª
"Next, we will make squirrel mandarin fish."
The voice of Beidou Immortal Venerable came faintly from the kitchen, and occasionally some strange mutterings of little monsters could be heard.
"Who will catch fish?"
?Smoke from the kitchen curls up, and at sunset and dusk, people smell the aroma of tea, rice, oil and salt.
In such tranquility and warmth, the bleak rain and snow in the deep winter of Nanping Mountain will eventually fade away in my memory. Maybe one day, the pain I have experienced will become a faint shadow, just like clothes. The ink stains on the face may not be cleaned once or twice, but as time goes by, the black shadow will eventually turn into a gentle and light trace.
Every year from now on, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, will be the best in the world.
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