The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 138

Chu Wanning lifted his eyelids and looked at Mo Ran indifferently. “She’s looking for you.”

“… Huh? Who’s looking for me at this time? ” Mo Ran only had eyes for Chu Wanning. He had been talking to the villagers during the day and had long forgotten about Jiaozhi.

“The one who sang during the day,” Chu Wanning said casually. “She’s the most beautiful girl in the village.”

“Is that so … Why do I feel like all the girls in this village look the same …”

Chu Wanning did not say anything at first. Then, he said, “We haven’t seen each other for five years. When did you go blind?”

“…”

Chu Wanning’s tone was calm, but the moment Mo Ran looked up, he saw a hint of a smile in his eyes. He seemed to be in the mood to joke with him. Mo Ran could not help but feel flattered. His mood suddenly brightened up.

The girl named Ling ‘er carried a green cloth bag with white flowers. She shouted towards Mo Ran’s room, “Immortal Mo, Mo —”

“I’m here.” Suddenly, a man’s deep voice sounded behind her. Ling ‘er turned around and saw Mo Ran pulling aside half of the curtain. He leaned against the door and smiled at her. “Miss, it’s already so late. What’s the matter?”

Ling ‘er was first shocked, then delighted. She immediately went over. “Luckily, you’re not asleep yet. This is for you. I asked Third Aunt for it. I told you about it in the afternoon. You … you take it and try it. “As she said this, she handed him the cloth bag in her bosom.

Mo Ran opened it and saw three small clay jars inside.

“This is?”

“Herbal ointment.” Ling ‘er said enthusiastically. She smiled and pointed at her own face. “You said you were bitten by a mosquito in the fields this afternoon …”

“Ah.” Mo Ran finally understood. Then, he felt a little embarrassed. He had casually made up an excuse, but this girl naively believed it and really gave him herbal ointment. He could not help but feel a little embarrassed.

The villagers of Yuliang Village were too honest …

“But the bite shouldn’t be that bad.” Ling’er suddenly stood on her tiptoes and carefully observed Mo Ran’s face. Her smile became even brighter. “I can’t see a mosquito bite on your face.”

Mo Ran coughed dryly. “He’s a cultivator after all …”

Ling’er clapped her hands and laughed, “You guys are really interesting and fun to play with. If I had the talent, I would also want to cultivate. It’s a pity that I’m not fated. ”

The two of them chatted for a while before Mo Ran thanked her and returned to the house with the herbal ointment. Chu Wanning had already switched seats and was sitting at the table, leisurely flipping through the books left behind by Mo Ran. When he heard the noise, he looked up at him.

“Herbal ointment,” Mo Ran said awkwardly.

Chu Wanning said, “Did you really get bitten by a mosquito? Come here and let me take a look. ”

Under the light, the color of Mo Ran’s face was like honey. It was slightly dark, but it made his eyes look even more handsome. Chu Wanning stared at him for a while, then asked, “… Where’s your bag? Where is it? ”

Mo Ran scratched his head embarrassedly. “My skin is thick. It disappeared a long time ago.” As he spoke, he placed three bottles of herbal ointment on Chu Wanning’s table. “I don’t need these. Shizun, you can keep them. You’re more likely to be bitten by mosquitoes.”

Chu Wanning did not comment. He only said, “First, it’s the Golden Sore Ointment and now it’s the herbal ointment. If this continues, I might as well open a pharmacy.”

Mo Ran rubbed his handsome nose and laughed. His laugh was very reserved and very honest. Chu Wanning saw this and reached out to poke his forehead. “It’s late. Go back to your room and sleep.”

“En. Shizun, sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams.”

However, that night, in the small courtyard that was only ten steps away from each other, the people lying in the two thatched cottages were different from what they had wished for each other. None of them fell asleep. They tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Chu Wanning naturally did not need to say much. He felt that the soles of his feet were still numb. He could feel the calluses on Mo Ran’s fingertips rubbing against him.

Mo Ran’s thoughts were much more complicated. He tossed and turned, his head pillowed in the crook of his arm. He continuously pinched the seam of the bed. He repeatedly said in his heart, “Shizun is a god, an immortal. He’s noble and above the common populace. No matter what happened in my previous life, I can’t make the same mistake again in this life. I can’t bully others, I can’t mess around …”

Moreover, there was still Shi Mei.

Right, he should think more about Shi Mei — Shi Mei …

He suddenly felt even more uncomfortable.

In fact, ever since he had returned to the peak of life and death and seen Shi Mei again, he had always felt that he did not seem to have much enthusiasm for Shi Mei.

Liking Shi Mei, protecting Shi Mei, seemed to have become a habit that did not need to be thought about. He had been doing this all the time, but what happened after that?

Facing the Shi Mei of five years ago, he still felt close, but facing the handsome and charming man five years later, Mo Ran’s heart actually grew a bit of a stranger.

This unfamiliarity made him feel at a loss. He suddenly did not know what was wrong with him, and what he should do.

The next day, Chu Wanning woke up very early.

When he walked outside, Mo Ran coincidentally also lifted the curtain and came out. The two met face to face.

Mo Ran said, “Good morning, Shizun.”

“Good morning.” Chu Wanning glanced at him. “… Didn’t sleep well?”

Mo Ran forced a smile. “I’m not used to the bed, but it’s not a problem. I’ll be fine after resting for a while at noon.”

They went to the fields together. The early morning wind was filled with the sweet smell of grass and trees. It was quiet all around. Occasionally, they could hear the croaking of frogs and the clear cry of cicadas.

Chu Wanning lazily yawned. Suddenly, he saw something and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mo Ran.”

“Hm?”

A hand reached over and brushed Mo Ran’s hair. Chu Wanning pinched a piece of straw from his hair and smiled faintly. “Don’t tell me you’ve been rolling around on the bed nonstop? You’ve made a mess on your head. ”

Mo Ran was just about to explain when he suddenly saw a small piece of straw on Chu Wanning’s hair. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Then Shizun also rolled around.”

As he said this, he helped Chu Wanning pick the golden stalk of straw.

The sun rose from the east. Master and disciple looked at each other in the golden light that blotted out the sky and covered the earth. As before, one had his head slightly lowered and the other had his face slightly raised.

Only five years ago, the one who had his head lowered was Chu Wanning and the one who had his head raised was Mo Ran. Now, time was reversed. Mo Weiyu was no longer a youth. At this moment, time seemed to finally settle down. In the gentle morning light, Mo Ran suddenly couldn’t help but jump into the field. He opened his arms and smiled at the person on the ridge. “Shizun, come down. I’ll catch you.”

“…” Chu Wanning stared at the ridge that was only half the height of a person. “Are you crazy?”

“Hahaha.”

He took off his shoes and socks and lightly jumped into the paddy field. The water rippled, making the soles of his feet slightly cold. Chu Wanning waved his wide sleeves and majestically marked out a large piece of paddy field. “These are all mine. I didn’t harvest as much as you did yesterday. Today, I’ll make you admit defeat.”

Mo Ran raised his outstretched arms and scratched his head. The corners of his mouth turned up and a particularly beautiful smile appeared on his face.

“Good. If I lose, I’ll make a lot of lotus pastries for Shizun, a lot of crab meatballs.”

Chu Wanning said, “And a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus and sugar-lotus root.”

“Good! Then what if Shizun loses? “Mo Ran’s eyes shone like stars.” Then what? ”

Chu Wanning coldly glanced at him. “What do you want?”

Mo Ran pursed his lips and thought for a long time. Then, he said, “If Shizun loses, he’ll have to eat a lot of lotus pastries and crab meatballs.”

After a pause, an even gentler voice fell into the cool breeze.

“And a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus and sugar-lotus root.”

No matter who wins or loses, I want to treat you differently.

Chu Wanning was a person who refused to admit defeat. It was one thing for others to laugh at him yesterday, but he couldn’t allow others to look down on him today. He held his breath and buried himself in the rustling of the paddy field. By noon, he had already harvested much more paddy than Mo Ran.

Sitting under the mulberry tree to eat, he was somewhat proud. Although he didn’t say anything and his face didn’t show it, his eyes were always looking at the dam. He looked at the paddy field he had harvested and stacked high into a mountain of gold.

“Ling’er, go get another bowl of rice for the Immortal Sage.”

Everyone was sitting in a circle. The aunt saw that Mo Ran was eating very quickly, and in a short while, the bowl was empty. She hurriedly said this.

Mo Ran put down his bowl and chopsticks. He seemed to be very anxious and said with a smile, “No need, I’m full. I have something to do, so I have to leave the village first. I’ll be back later. You guys eat first.”

Ling’er was very surprised, and immediately showed some uneasiness. “The Immortal Sage only ate so little? Is the food not to your taste? If you don’t like it … I can … I can make some more for you … ”

“No, no, it’s to my taste.” Mo Ran naturally couldn’t see through the girl’s thoughts. He smiled and waved his hand, and strode in the direction of the stable.

Chu Wanning asked him, “Where are you going?”

Mo Ran turned half of his face and smiled. “I’m going to buy some things. I’ll be back soon.”

“Immortal Sage —”

“Forget it, let him do what he wants.” Chu Wanning said lightly as he picked up a piece of fried tofu.

Although these two Immortal Monarchs came together, anyone with a discerning eye could tell whose status was higher, whose status was lower, and whose words carried more weight. Moreover, Chu Wan Ning’s natural appearance was somewhat cold and solemn. Since he had already spoken, the villagers didn’t ask any more questions and let Mo Ran do as he pleased.

After the meal, everyone gathered in groups of three to five. They were either chewing tobacco leaves in the field, or taking a nap and basking in the sun with their eyes closed. The peasant women gathered together to weave clothes to keep out the cold. The children rode on their childhood horses and played. A very thin house cat sniffed the ground expectantly. The tip of its pink nose twitched and its ears perked up. It wanted to find something to eat among the cold leftovers.

Chu Wanning held a cup of hot tea and leaned against a pile of grain to rest. Seeing that the cat was so thin and pitiful, he waved at it, wanting to get it something to eat. Unfortunately, it was very alert to strangers. When it saw Chu Wanning raise his hand, it thought that he was going to hit it, so it ran away with a swish.

Chu Wanning was speechless.

Did he look so fierce? He didn’t even like a cat?

While he was thinking gloomily, he suddenly heard the sound of copper plates clinking. Ling’er happily held a cup of tea and sat next to Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning turned to look at her. He didn’t have much of an expression.

This girl was very pretty. What was even rarer was that she wasn’t thin and weak. She was a plump woman that was hard to come by in the remote countryside. She also knew how to dress herself. She didn’t have extra money to buy accessories, so she picked up some fine copper plates and washed them clean. She ground them into warm rings and strung them on the hem of her clothes. When she walked, they jingled and shone brightly under the sun.

“Immortal.” She called him crisply, her voice like a ripe berry.

Chu Wanning said, “What’s the matter?” His voice was like cold smoke.

Ling’er was slightly stunned by his unfriendliness, but then she put on a false front and said with a smile, “Nothing. I saw that you were bored sitting alone, so I wanted to talk to you.”

“…”

Chu Wanning didn’t think that he had an amiable face. The cat was probably the best proof. But after all, humans and cats were different. Cats didn’t know how to scheme, but humans might have other plans.

Sure enough, after Ling’er said a bunch of nonsense to him, she seemed to ask casually, “Immortal, what kind of people do you want to be your disciples at the Peak of Life and Death? Do you think … I’m okay? ”

Chu Wanning said, “Give me your hand.”

“Ah …” She opened her eyes wide and then did as she was told excitedly. Chu Wanning put his fingertips on her pulse. After a while, he withdrew his hand and said, “I won’t accept you.”

Ling’er’s face suddenly turned red. “You … You don’t have the root of wisdom?”

“When I asked you to give me your hand, you knew that I wanted to test your spiritual core. Then you should have asked other people before, right?” Chu Wanning said, “Miss, your fate is shallow. I’m afraid that you won’t be able to build your foundation even when you’re old. Staying in the mountain is just a waste of time. It’s better to give up on this idea.”

Ling’er didn’t say anything. She lowered her head, looking very disappointed. After a while, she moved her lips and said in a low voice, “Thank you for your guidance, Immortal.”

“You’re welcome.”

She walked away silently. Chu Wanning looked at her back, feeling a bit complicated. For many people in the lower cultivation world, they were more eager to enter the Gate of Immortality than the people in the upper cultivation world. This was because for the people in the upper cultivation world, cultivation was just a way to bring glory to their ancestors and make a good name for themselves.

But for the people in the lower cultivation world, sometimes it was a way to save their lives.

Chu Wanning leaned against a pile of grains and drank another mouthful of tea. The weather had turned cold. He hadn’t drunk it for a while, but the tea was already cold. He drank it in two or three mouthfuls and closed his eyes, wanting to take a nap. However, he slept too late last night and was busy all morning, so he fell into a deep sleep. In the blink of an eye, more than half a day had passed.

When he woke up again, the sky was already blood-red. Crows were cawing on the treetops, and there were only neat stalks of rice and falling grains left between the ridges of the fields.

Chu Wanning was shocked and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He actually slept until dusk. Probably because of his identity, the farmers didn’t have the nerve to wake him up. Not only did they let him sleep like this, but some people were also afraid that he would catch a cold, so they covered him with clothes.

“… …”

Clothes … …

Chu Wanning wanted to sit up, but a familiar smell suddenly came to the tip of his nose. He came back to his senses and looked down at the robe. The material was very rough, but it was very clean. There was a sweet smell of honey locust lingering between the stitches.

It was Mo Ran’s robe.

He didn’t know why, but after understanding this, Chu Wanning gave up on sitting up. He relaxed his back and lay back down. Half of his face was hidden under the robe, only revealing a pair of clear eyes. They were slightly narrowed, hiding an indescribable emotion.

This is crazy.

He narrowed his thin and soft eyelashes, looking for that person in the fields. He quickly found him. After all, now that Mo Ran had become so handsome and tall, he would be very eye-catching wherever he stood.

That young man was helping the village chief and the others to carry the cut rice to the ox cart. His back was facing Chu Wanning. Probably because he was a little hot after working for a day, he was like the other farmers, taking off his outer robe and upper garment, revealing his strong, honey-colored back.

Under the hot sunset, his broad back was steaming. Sweat slowly slid down the lines of his rippling muscles, flowing to his waist and winding down to his tight waistline … …

He was like hot iron, like charcoal in the furnace, burning all the tenderness and sweetness into steaming male desire. Chu Wan-ning looked from afar, and all the other scenes in her eyes gradually faded away. All that was left was that person’s bright fur, his smooth muscles that were like cheetahs, and half of his face that was turned away when he was chatting with the village chief. His dimples were mellow, and his gaze was kind. He looked handsome and charming.

As if he felt the gaze behind him, Mo Ran turned his head. Chu Wanning quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

His heart was beating like a torrential rain, and his ears were filled with the rumbling sound of blood.

After a long while, he quietly opened a slit and peered out from under the curtain of his eyelashes. Mo Ran had already turned around. Ling ‘er walked over to him from the ridge. She shyly handed him a handkerchief.

“Immortal, wipe away your sweat.”

Mo Ran was carrying a pile of straw to the ox cart. Hearing this, he smiled and said, “I’m too busy. Wait a moment.”

Ling ‘er seemed very happy. She stood beside him and watched, occasionally reaching out to give him a hand. Mo Ran was surprised by this girl’s enthusiasm. He said, “Thank you.”

She was even more delighted. The tall and sturdy man beside her exuded a masculine charm that was within reach. She heard his breathing and looked at his relaxed shoulders. She couldn’t help but blush. For a moment, she forgot that men and women shouldn’t touch each other. Holding the handkerchief, she said softly, “Immortal Sage, if you don’t wipe your sweat, it will drip into your eyes.”

Mo Ran hurriedly said, “I don’t have hands, I don’t have hands.”

“I’ll wipe it for you …” Before she finished speaking, she felt a chill on her back.

Chu Wan-ning had unknowingly appeared behind them. He still had Mo Ran’s thick black robe draped over his shoulders. His brows were furrowed, and there was a hint of viciousness that came from just waking up. He said, “Mo Ran.”

“Ah?” The person who was busy just now immediately put down the rice and rubbed the tip of his nose. The moment he saw Chu Wanning, he smiled. “Shizun is finally awake.”

Chu Wanning looked him up and down. “Are you cold?”

Mo Ran smiled and said, “Hot.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the bead of sweat between his dark eyebrows dripped down. In a moment of carelessness, it dripped into his eyes. He squinted one eye and used the other to look at Chu Wan-ning with a bright and persistent gaze. Of course, he was embarrassed to ask a girl for a handkerchief. He looked at Chu Wanning. “Shizun, my eyes …”

“I washed it with my handkerchief.”

“… …”

Ling ‘er saw this and hurriedly said, “Then use mine.”

Chu Wanning ignored her and went straight forward. His expression was indifferent, but he leaned over and raised his head. Lifting his white sleeve, he gripped it and carefully wiped Mo Ran’s eyebrows.