The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 122

“Come, Brother Mo, let me introduce you. This is one of my Junior Sisters, Song Qiutong.”

In the end, he braced himself and sat down, allowing Nangong Si to excitedly introduce her. Song Qiutong, Song Qiutong. He even knew where the mole was on her back and where the birthmark was on her leg, so there was no need for Nangong Si to say more.

However, his face was still tense, and he restrained himself by nodding. “Miss Song.”

“This is Grandmaster Chu’s direct disciple, Mo Weiyu, the pinnacle of life and death. You should have seen him before in Colorful Butterfly Town, but there were too many people at that time, so you probably don’t remember clearly. ”

Song Qiutong smiled gently, stood up, and curtsied. “My daughter, Qiutong, greets Immortal Monarch Mo.”

“… …”

Mo Ran did not stand up, and his deep eyes looked at her for a long time, then he said, “You’re too polite.”

Mo Ran was actually disgusted by this first wife of his previous life. This disgust was not just after reincarnation, but had been deeply ingrained in his bones in his previous life, and could not be erased.

The previous few times they met, he did not directly meet her face to face, so although he felt disgusted, it was not as unpleasant as today.

She was a gentle and weak woman, and always spoke softly when doing things. She was like a green fruit that grew on a tree in early autumn, hidden behind the lush leaves. Her smell was not as fragrant as flowers, and her color was not threatening, but she was very lovable. Her slender and full body was filled with endless youth and gentleness, as if one could taste the sweet and sour taste of the juice with just a light bite.

Only when one nibbled deep would one discover a rotten and smelly worm lying inside, dead in the core of the fruit. The worm’s body was oozing pus, and it was covered in mold.

Indeed, compared to him, Song Qiutong did not seem to have done anything heinous in her previous life. It was nothing more than betraying the Confucian Wind Sect that saved her life. When Mo Ran massacred everyone in the city, they sacrificed Ye Wangxi to protect themselves. It was nothing more than the fact that when Linyi was filled with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, she was overjoyed because she was rewarded by Mo Ran. She wore gold and silver, dressed herself gorgeously, and carefully served her new master.

After the massacre was over, to express her sincerity, she wept in front of Ye Wangxi’s corpse, which would never speak again. She said that Ye Wangxi treated her badly and never gave her a good day. If Mo Ran had not come, she was afraid that she would have to be his slave for the rest of her life.

What else?

Mo Ran thought silently.

What else?

Nangong Si was an impatient person. There were a few dishes that were not served yet, so he rushed the dishes. Thus, only the husband and wife from her previous life were left in the room.

“Young Master Mo, let me toast you.” She gracefully poured him a cup of wine. Half of her forearm poked out of the sleeves, and there was a bit of bright red cinnabar on her wrist.

Unexpectedly, Mo Ran raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

She softly cried out and raised her eyes to look at him in panic. Her gaze was tender like a spring onion. “Young Master Mo, you are …”

Mo Ran stared at her face for a while. Then, his gaze fell and stopped on her slender hand.

“You really have a good pair of hands.” After a long time, he softly said with a grave expression, “Miss Song, do you know how to play Go?”

“A, a little.”

“Such a good pair of hands, you should be able to play a good game of Go,” he coldly said. From outside came the sound of Nangong Si’s footsteps and his domesticated wolf dog barking at the door.

“Excuse me.” Mo Ran let go of Song Qiutong’s slender wrist. Then, he took a handkerchief and carefully wiped his fingers.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly. Here, the Spring Night Pavilion was having a banquet.

Mo Ran’s expression was as usual, as if nothing had happened. Although Song Qiutong was despised for no reason, she had always been able to endure. During the banquet, she even stood up and poured Mo Ran a cup of wine.

He did not drink the wine she poured for him, so he never touched the cup again.

Nangong Si said, “Brother Mo, the Spiritual Mountain Conference is coming soon. You are Grandmaster Chu’s disciple. You can’t let him lose face. Are you ready? ”

“I’m not going.”

“… You’re not serious, are you?”

“I’m serious.” Mo Ran smiled. “It’s enough for my cousin to go. All the sects in the world are rushing to Spiritual Mountain. I’m afraid of the bustle, so I don’t want to go. ”

Nangong Si did not seem to believe him. He narrowed his brown eyes, his expression like a hawk.

But Mo Ran’s eyes were open, looking at him without reservation.

The hawk stared at the rock for a while and found that the rock was really just a rock. There was no hidden rabbit or snake.

He leaned back in his chair, twirling his chopsticks, and suddenly grinned. “Interesting. Then I won’t be able to see you at the Spiritual Mountain Conference?”

“You won’t be able to see me.”

Nangong Si put his hand to his forehead and sneered. “Grandmaster Chu’s disciple is amazing. It’s rare for him to not participate in such a grand event.”

“…”

Mo Ran thought to himself, this is really hard to say. How can I explain it? Could it be that he told Nangong Si that it wasn’t like that? He was an old ghost in his thirties. If he let the Celestial Treading Monarch play with a group of inexperienced children and sat in a circle on the stage, the group of Sect Masters who were either killed or beaten by him in his previous life still had to raise a small sign for him and give him small points.

… That’s ridiculous.

He coughed and said, “It’s not that I don’t want to participate. It’s just that I’m not good at orthodox techniques. If I go, I’m afraid I’ll embarrass my master. Young Master Nangong is so good, you have the ability to be conceited. Don’t mock me. ”

If Xue Meng, an innocent and naive little bird, heard these words, she would probably be very happy, thinking that Mo Ran had found the right feather. However, Nangong Si was born in the Confucian Wind Sect, which was a complex and complicated place, and had lost his mother since he was young. His life was not that simple, so when he heard Mo Ran’s compliment, he just smiled and did not become complacent.

He gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, “Since Young Master Mo is not participating, a bystander can see more clearly. Why don’t you guess who will be the champion of this conference?”

“…” Mo Ran thought, you f * cking asked the right person.

Who knew better than him who would be the champion? Apart from that fake North Star who was most likely reborn, Mo Weiyu was the only one in the world who knew the result of the Spiritual Mountain Sword Conference all those years ago.

The winner was …

“Nangong Si.”

Suddenly, the beaded curtain of the private room was pulled aside. A face shrouded in shadows appeared in the flickering light. Before the two men in the room could react, Qiutong suddenly stood up as if he had been pricked by a needle. His face was full of pity and fear. He lowered his head and said apologetically, “Ye, Young Master Ye.”

The newcomer was tall and straight, wearing black clothes embroidered with dark gold. He wore a gauntlet, and his waist was extremely thin. His features were three parts elegant and seven parts handsome. Who else could it be but Ye Wangxi?

“I didn’t call you.” Ye Wangxi didn’t even look at her. He pushed aside the beaded curtain and walked into the room. His gaze was fixed on the same person. He seemed very cold, but there was a different kind of light in his eyes. “Nangong Si, I was calling you. If you can hear me, raise your head. ”

Nangong Si didn’t raise his head. Instead, he said to Qiutong, “Why are you standing up? Sit down. ”

“No, Young Master Nangong. My seniority is low. I’ll just stand.”

Nangong Si suddenly became furious and shouted, “Sit down!”

Song Qiutong shivered. He held the edge of the table and hesitated.

Ye Wangxi didn’t want to be in such a deadlock. He said coldly, “Listen to him.”

“Thank you, Young Master Ye …”

Ye Wangxi ignored Qiutong and said, “Nangong Si, when are you going to stop? The Sect Leader is going crazy. Get up and come back with me. ”

“That’s for the best. I’ll treat him as crazy, and he’ll treat me as dead! There’s nothing to talk about when we go back. Before he retracts his order, I won’t take half a step back into the Confucian Wind Sect. “Nangong Si paused after each word,” Young Master Ye, please go back. ”

“You –” Ye Wangxi clenched his fists. His entire body was trembling. Mo Ran watched from the side. He felt that at any moment, he would flip the table and grab Nangong Si and drag him away. But in the end, Ye Wangxi was a gentleman. He forcibly suppressed his monstrous anger.

“Nangong Si.” He was silent for a moment. Then, he opened his mouth. His voice was hoarse, and he looked tired. “Do you really want to go to this extent?”

“So what if I do?”

Ye Wangxi closed his eyes. He sighed slightly, then slowly opened them. He stood in front of the table. At this time, he finally turned his head to look at Mo Ran.

It was said that dirty linen should not be aired in public. Naturally, he did not want others to know about the matters of the sect. Mo Ran tactfully stood up. He bowed to Ye Wangxi and said, “I just remembered that I still have an appointment to go to the ready-made clothing store tonight. If I’m late, I’ll make the shopkeeper wait for a long time. I’ll take my leave first.”

Ye Wangxi nodded to him. “Many thanks, Young Master Mo.”

“No need to thank me. You two have a good chat.”

Mo Ran walked past Ye Wangxi. When they brushed shoulders, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at him. When he got closer, he discovered that although Ye Wangxi was still as tall and straight as a pine tree, and his temperament was steady and deep, the corners of his eyes were slightly red. It seemed that before he came, he had just cried.

Mo Ran suddenly felt that Ye Wangxi’s forbearance was somewhat similar to Chu Wanning’s.

In a moment, his blood boiled. He could not help but turn to Nangong Si and say, “Young Master Nangong, although I don’t know what dispute you have with Young Master Ye, I feel that he treats you very well. If you’re willing, you should have a good chat with him. Don’t keep things to yourself. ”

Nangong Si did not appreciate his kindness. He was in a fit of anger. He did not care about their relationship and coldly said, “It’s none of your business.”

“… …” This short-lived ghost!

Mo Ran left. Before he reached the ground floor, he heard Nangong Si’s angry shouts from the side room. That wolf-like youth was using his sharp teeth to tear apart Ye Wangxi’s spirit. He was questioning him — —

“Ye Wangxi! What kind of bewitching potion did you feed my father? You made him view you as more important than me!! Go back? Why would I go back with you? Since I was young, when have I ever been able to make my own decisions? Ah? Ye Wangxi, let me ask you, what exactly … … what exactly do you take me for!! ”

With a clang, the table fell over. Bowls, plates, and cups fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

The maids standing in the aisle were all frightened. There were even guests who poked their heads out from their rooms.

“What happened?”

“Aiyo, who has such a bad temper? Look at this situation. Don’t smash the restaurant.”

Mo Ran pursed his lips and turned to look at the end of the aisle.

He heard Ye Wangxi’s voice. It was as dry and haggard as an autumn leaf, lifeless.

“Nangong, if I made you unhappy at home, then I will leave. I will never appear in front of you again. ”

“… …”

“Go back.” Ye Wangxi said, “I beg you.”

If he had not heard it with his own ears, Mo Ran would never have believed that someone as upright as Ye Wangxi would say such a weak word like “beg”.

In his impression, Ye Wangxi was a gentleman who was unmoved by the eight winds. He was an invincible God of War. Mo Ran could imagine him bleeding, but could not imagine him crying. He could imagine him dying, but could not imagine him kneeling.

But today, in front of Song Qiutong, he actually said to a man, “I beg you.”

Mo Ran closed his eyes.

In a person’s lifetime, how many things were unknown?

No one was openly displayed in front of others. People used clothes to hide their bodies, words and expressions to hide their emotions. People wrapped themselves up in layers, their necks propping up their heads like flower branches. Everyone gave the world a face with clear distinction between joy and anger. Those who sang in green sang in green sang in green, those who sang in small sang in small sang in small. The world was like a play, the bright and the ugly, the line of work was clear.

After singing for a long time, who could accept the rolling of the sleeves, the twinkling of the phoenix eyes, and the singing of the bright?

But when the cymbals stopped playing, the moon zither died out, and the night was quiet. Everyone washed off the heavy oil paint, and the greasy water took away the sharp edges and corners of their faces in the daytime, revealing unfamiliar facial features.

It turned out that the bright stars were heroic men, and the martial artists had a pair of gentle and affectionate eyes.

Mo Ran returned to the small house he was temporarily staying in. He was thinking, he had lived two lifetimes, how much did he see through all living things? How much did he see through himself?

One Chu Wanning was enough to make his heart die, die, and come back to life. Chu Wanning …

Then he remembered that today Nangong Si actually mistook him for Chu Wanning. It was a little funny, how could it be wrong?

But when he was washing up, he suddenly found that the person in the bronze mirror had a high ponytail, wearing a simple white warlock robe.

The ponytail was casually tied in the morning. The warlock robe was because a few days ago, his old clothes were a little too small. He went to the shop to pick out some clothes. After looking around, he found a very beautiful white robe. He didn’t think too much about it, didn’t think about why he thought the robe was beautiful, and just bought it and put it on.

Looking at the mirror, he suddenly understood.

So this white robe was very similar to the one Chu Wanning once wore.

The bronze mirror was dim yellow, the past life was like a dream. Mo Ran looked at the person in the mirror, as if through this dream-like heavy color, he saw the fragments of Chu Wanning, he saw his illusion.

The water to wash his face hadn’t dried, dripping down along the lines of his gradually hardening chin.

He stood in front of the mirror, more or less understanding. Just like how his God of Night clumsily imitated Chu Wanning’s God of Night, he himself was also clumsily imitating his own Shizun.

Mo Ran subconsciously searched for Chu Wanning’s figure in the world of mortals. Unable to find him, he actually slowly became him.

— —

Time flies. Because of regret, or something else.

I couldn’t see you, so I thought about what you would do if you encountered such a situation. What you see, you smile, what you see, you get angry.

Before I do everything, I think of you, when I do everything, I want you to be happy.

I thought, “If you were here, and I did this, would you nod? Would you be willing to praise me a little, and say that I didn’t do anything wrong? ”

I thought this every day, buried in my bones, and it became a habit. So in the end, even I didn’t realize it.

So as time flies, I’ve already become the image of you in my heart.