The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 131

That night, Chu Wanning was lying on his bed in the Red Lotus Pavilion. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He was thinking about how Mo Ran grew up to become what he was today. Grandmaster Mo, Mo Weiyu. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was that man’s face full of heroic spirit, his eyes burning with determination and gentleness.

Chu Wanning cursed and kicked the quilt heavily. The quilt slid off the edge of the bed. He lay on the bed with his arms and legs spread out. He looked up at the beam of the room with torment in his eyes.

He tried his best to break free from the sea of desire and cut off the threads of love until he was completely exhausted.

“Mo Weiyu, you bastard,” he muttered.

He turned his head, but he couldn’t get rid of his thoughts. The fiery and firm body he saw in the Wonderful Sound Pool seemed to still be swaying in front of him. He saw the broad shoulders and the sharp lines of the back. When he turned around, the hot spring water slowly flowed down the mermaid line …

He suddenly sat up from the bed, his face ashen. He didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

He casually grabbed a book, as if he was grabbing at a life-saving straw.

Poor Chu Wanning, who had been brilliant all his life, was now reduced to relying on books to get rid of his inner demons. He didn’t know which book Xue Meng had bought. When he opened it, he saw a dense row of small characters. At first, Chu Wanning couldn’t read it, but after a while, he suddenly realized what he was reading.

On the thin piece of paper, there was a line of words written in an extremely neat manner:

《Ranking of the Young Heroes of the Cultivation World》

He knew every word, but when they were piled together, Chu Wanning couldn’t understand.

Young Heroes … Size … Ranking?

What size?

Body size?

Looking down, there was a sentence next to the slightly smaller handwriting: Because this ranking involves heroes, there are those who don’t bathe outside and don’t get close to women, so the list is incomplete. The Scholarly Wind Sect’s Heroes lack Nangong Si and Xu Shuanglin’s size. The Lonely Moon Night lacks Jiang Xi’s size. The Peak of Life and Death lacks Xue Meng, Xie Fengyan, Chu Wanning …

“…?”

Chu Wanning was stunned.

What did it mean? Did they need to bathe outside and go to women to see their size?

He even saw his own name on the list …

He frowned and continued to read while tapping on the genealogy with his fingertips. Unfortunately, the first name made him choke..

Mo Weiyu.

Identity: Peak of Life and Death’s Young Master Mo

Chu Wanning recalled Mo Ran’s figure. This kid was indeed tall and imposing, but he couldn’t possibly be ranked first, could he?

Looking further down, it said, “What I saw when I was bathing in Deyu Hall is definitely not a vulgar thing. It is truly admirable.”

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Chu Wan-ning vaguely felt that something was amiss, but she was used to having pure thoughts. Therefore, even after pondering for a long time, she still couldn’t figure out what was wrong. She could only continue reading.

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. “” What nonsense is this? ” Chu Wanning was a little disgusted. “Although shoes and hairpins can increase and decrease one’s size, it shouldn’t be too big. Why do you have to wait until someone is bathing to peek? Why are such miscellaneous books popular nowadays …”

He saw the third name.

Mei Hanxue.

Identity: Senior Brother of Kunlun’s Treading Snow Palace.

This time, the small words next to it were different. It didn’t say things like bathing, but “Chun Ying Brothel’s servant’s husband, with the help of women from the cultivation world. Young Master Mei, this thing can make a woman’s body soft into water and bones into mud. It’s not a problem to sleep with ten people at night.”

“…” Chu Wanning was speechless.

After a few moments of silence, Elder Yu Heng’s head buzzed and exploded. He threw the booklet from one side of the bedroom to the other like a hot potato. His face was as red as fire and his eyes flashed. He was so angry that he was stunned.

What did he see?

What size! No matter how slow-witted he was, he finally realized what was going on. What size could it be? Shameless! Shameless! Filthy! Shameless!!!

After sitting on the bed for a long time, Chu Wanning still felt unsatisfied. He got off the bed and picked up the booklet. His fingers exerted force, and the paper was immediately shattered into pieces.

However, the words “Absolutely not vulgar, admirable” were like red-hot iron, burning the bottom of his heart. His face and ears were red, and his heart was like thunder.

He was an extremely upright person. When he was at the Wonderful Sound Pool, he deliberately shifted his gaze upwards and didn’t look where he shouldn’t be looking. Coupled with the fact that the pool was filled with steam, his body was enshrouded in mist. Even if he looked, he wouldn’t be able to see clearly. However, at this moment, this dirty book presented this scene right in front of his eyes. And words were often more vivid than pictures, making it easier to imagine.

Absolutely not vulgar …

Chu Wanning fiercely wiped his face. After a long time, he grabbed the quilt and covered his head.

What exactly did I encounter on the first day I came out of seclusion … Chu Wanning thought bitterly. The world has changed, and I wish for nothing more than to lie down and die again!

However, Elder Yu Heng had always been strict with himself. Even if he didn’t have a good night’s sleep, no matter how shocked he was in his heart, he still woke up on time the next day, washed up and dressed neatly. He still had a dignified and ascetic face as he floated down the South Peak.

Today was the monthly academy inspection. The Good and Evil Stage sparkled with light. Thousands of disciples were practicing martial arts there, and the elders were inspecting on the high stage.

Although he hadn’t been here for five years, Chu Wanning’s position hadn’t changed. It was still set to the left of Xue Zhengyong.

He wore white clothes that dragged on the ground, and his expression was gloomy. He walked up the limestone steps, and then with a flick of his sleeve, he directly sat on the empty seat and poured himself a pot of tea. He drank as he watched.

Seeing his bad expression, Xue Zhengyong thought that Chu Wanning was angry because Mo Ran didn’t come to the banquet yesterday, so he leaned over and whispered with some flattery, “Chu Wanning, Ran ‘er is back.”

Unexpectedly, Chu Wanning’s eyebrows twitched, and his expression became worse. “Yes, I’ve seen him.”

“Ah? You’ve seen him? “Xue Zhengyong was startled, and then nodded.” That’s good. How was it? Did it become a little too much? ”

“Yes …”

Chu Wanning didn’t really want to continue talking to Xue Zhengyong about Mo Ran. After all, since yesterday, he had been repeatedly muttering the curse of “absolutely not vulgar and admirable” in his mind. He also didn’t plan to look for Mo Ran in the vast sea of people below. He only lowered his head and looked at the table.

“So many fresh fruits and snacks.”

Xue Zhengyong smiled. “It’s not too early, right? Eat more if you like. ”

Chu Wanning didn’t hold back. He took a piece of lotus pastry and ate it with the hot tea. The color of the lotus pastry gradually became orderly. From the bottom of the petals to the tip, it was crimson like cardamom. The layers of the pastry were distinct, and when it entered his mouth, the bean paste inside was sweet and sweet.

“The craftsmanship of Lin ‘an’s Cool Breeze Pavilion …” Chu Wanning muttered. He turned to ask Xue Zhengyong, “Was it made by the chef at Meng Po Lobby?”

“No, Ran ‘er specially brought it back to show filial piety to you.” Xue Zhengyong smiled. “Look, there’s nothing on the tables of the other elders.”

“…” When he said this, Chu Wanning realized that only the wooden table in front of him was filled with all kinds of fruits and snacks. There were pastries and candied fruits, and there was even a small jasper-colored celadon bowl. The small lid was open, and there were exactly three sweet glutinous rice balls inside.

The glutinous rice balls weren’t made with ordinary white glutinous rice. Instead, they were made with lotus roots produced in Lin ‘an. In the dough, there was one crystal clear grain that had a jade-like color.

“Oh, Ran ‘er went to Meng Po Lobby this morning to borrow the kitchen to make these. The red one is filled with red bean paste, the yellow one is filled with peanuts and sesame seeds, and the green one is said to be made from the fine powder of Longjing tea. They’re all quite fresh, but there’s not enough of them …” Xue Zhengyong muttered. “He was busy the whole morning and was very meticulous. He only made three of them.”

Chu Wanning, “…”

“Yuheng, do you have enough?”

“Yes.” Chu Wanning was silent for a while before nodding.

When he ate glutinous rice balls, he only ate three of them. The first one was sweet, the second one was sweet, and the third one was full. If he ate the fourth one, he would get sick of it.

Mo Ran just happened to cook three pills. Coincidentally, it was exactly what he wanted, no more and no less.

He scooped up the round and cute lotus root starch glutinous rice balls with a white porcelain spoon and brought them to his mouth. He felt that the size was just right for him to eat in one bite. It wasn’t like the glutinous rice balls made by the Meng Po Lobby’s chefs during the Lantern Festival.

The person who made the glutinous rice balls seemed to know very well how big his mouth could hold and how big his mouth should be to not feel uncomfortable. The soft filling seemed to be wrapped in endless intimacy.

For some reason, this thought made Chu Wanning’s heart stir. Then, he died of shame and covered it up with calmness.

“His culinary skills are not bad.”

“It’s a pity that he only made it for you. Others can’t eat it, not even me, your uncle.” Xue Zhengyong sighed regretfully.

Chu Wanning listened and lightly pursed his lips. He didn’t say anything and only used the spoon to stir the hot water in the bowl. He had finished eating the glutinous rice balls. The sweetness was just right, and it slowly melted in his heart.

After eating the snacks, Chu Wanning didn’t care about the bustling practice below. He took a file from his desk and went to look at the corrections and changes in the past five years at the Pinnacle of Life and Death.

These things were organized by Xue Zhengyong. It was concise and comprehensive. Chu Wanning finished reading the file quickly. He raised his hand to cover the file, but saw that there was a book under it.

“This is …” He took it out. It was a very thick thread-bound book. Xue Zhengyong glanced at it and smiled. “It’s also a gift from Ran Er. Yesterday, he said that he fought with evil spirits on the way back. The book was accidentally stained with blood and many pages were torn. He was embarrassed to give it to you personally, so he asked me to put it on your desk this morning.”

Chu Wanning nodded and opened the book. His slender hand stroked the head of the scroll. There were four words written in neat regular script.

A letter to my teacher.

His eyes widened slightly, and he was a little surprised.

Was this a letter for him?

His heart suddenly felt as if it was burned by charcoal. It was hot and painful. He looked up and wanted to look for Mo Ran in the vast sea of people below. However, all he saw was shining armor like a fish in a pond.

He couldn’t find him, so he continued to look at the letter.

It turned out that every day after Chu Wanning went into seclusion, Mo Ran would miss his teacher. He had a lot of words in his heart, but he was afraid that he would forget them as time passed. Therefore, he found someone to make a sturdy book. It was a thick book with one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five pages of paper. He calculated that he would write a letter to his teacher every day for five years. He wrote everything, no matter how big or small, from eating a particularly disgusting Ye ‘er rake to what he learned from today’s cultivation.

He originally calculated that one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five pages of paper would be enough. After he finished writing, his teacher would come out of seclusion.

However, sometimes he couldn’t stop. The words were squeezed into a small ball and rushed eagerly on the paper. He wished that he could let Chu Wanning see the Buckthorn flowers of the North Desert and the haze of Changbai Mountain. He wished that he could hide the desserts he tasted today in the paper and wait for Chu Wanning to wake up to enjoy them together.

Those lines of small words didn’t stop from beginning to end. There were no sentimental words, nor were there any sad or sad words. He just honestly recorded every brilliant moment in the past five years. He only shared the good things with him.

Therefore, the one page per day that he calculated was naturally not enough in the end. He added a thick stack of letters at the back of the book …

Chu Wanning slowly flipped through the pages. His eyes were a little wet.

He looked at Mo Ran’s handwriting from childish to upright, from upright to handsome.

The newest ink stains seemed to have not dried yet, but the earliest handwriting was gradually turning green and yellow.

The four words “Write with my teacher” were written in every letter, and every letter was different. Slowly … time went from light hooves and fast horses to white hair.

In the end, the feathers were painted in black and the iron could cut through gold. It was really restrained and elegant, horizontal and vertical curved lines.

Chu Wanning turned to the last page. His fingers rubbed the four words at the top of the scroll.

Write with my teacher, write with my teacher.

He looked at the dignified pen and ink. It was as if he saw the tip of Mo Ran’s pen just hanging, the weasel hair put down, the man raised his head, no longer a teenager.

From the first letter to the last, it was as if he saw Mo Ran grow from sixteen to twenty-two years old. His figure gradually grew taller, and his eyes gradually deepened.

But every day, he would sit in front of the desk and write a letter to him.

“Teacher!!”

Unknowingly, the martial arts practice ended. Chu Wanning heard someone calling him. He suddenly raised his head and saw Xue Meng at the front of the Good and Evil Stage, waving at him excitedly.

Beside Xue Meng, there was a man with wide shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and a straight body. He was standing there quietly. The man’s face was emitting heat after performing his martial arts. There was sweat on his forehead, and under the sunlight, there was a sparkling luster, like the bright fur of a cheetah.

Mo Ran saw that Chu Wanning was looking at him. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled. In the golden morning light, his smile was so charming and brilliant. It was like the swaying pine trees soaked in the rising sun. There was passion in his eyes, gentleness on his eyelashes, and his strong and straight face seemed to be a little shy. It was lively and passionate, dazzling people.

What a handsome man.

Chu Wanning calmly crossed her arms and sat on the high platform, looking down at him arrogantly. Bystanders could only see that his expression was still cold, but no one knew that his heart was already in chaos and had thrown away his helmet and armor.

In the crowd, Mo Ran smiled. Suddenly, he raised his hand and pointed at his clothes, then pointed at Chu Wanning.

“…” Chu Wanning did not react. He narrowed his eyes and looked at him in confusion.

Mo Ran smiled even more brightly. He put his hands to his lips and quietly mouthed a few words.

Chu Wanning: “?”

The leaves rustled in the morning wind. Mo Ran seemed to be a little helpless. He smiled, shook his head, and pointed at his clothes.

Chu Wanning lowered his head. After a moment, his ears suddenly turned red.

“…”

Under the guidance of his disciple, the awe-inspiring Elder Yu Heng finally realized that he had woken up in a hurry in the morning. His clothes were in a mess in the Red Lotus Pavilion. He casually put on the clothes that he had taken from Mo Ran yesterday.

… No wonder when he was walking today, he felt like something was dragging on the ground! It was the hem of his clothes!

Mo Weiyu, you can do it. In a fit of anger, Chu Wanning turned her face away. You don’t have the foresight to mention that bastard who doesn’t know what to do!