The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 140

Taking advantage of Mo Ran’s auspicious words, Chu Wanning had another dream that night. Unfortunately, it was not a good dream.

In the dream, he returned to the year when the colorful butterfly suppressed the sky, but the person who mended the sky with him was Shi Mei.

Heavy snow fell from the lead-gray sky. Shi Mei could not withstand it. His heart was pierced by a ghost and he fell from the Coiling Dragon Pillar into the boundless snowy ground. Mo Ran ran over and picked up the bleeding Shi Mei. He knelt at his feet and begged for help to save his disciple.

He also wanted to save him, but under the effect of the Twin Enchantment, he suffered the same heavy injuries as Shi Mei. He was pale and did not say a word. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would choke on blood and the surrounding ghosts would swarm over and tear them all to pieces.

“Master … I beg you … I beg you …”

Mo Ran was crying and kowtowing to him.

Chu Wanning closed her eyes for a moment before she decided to flee …

Shi Mei died.

Mo Ran never forgave him.

He dreamt of the Bridge of Helplessness at the pinnacle of life and death. It was the cold of spring, and it was raining. The spring tree buds were moistened by the rain, and the bluestone road under his feet was endless. He held an umbrella and walked alone.

Suddenly, he saw another person walking over from the other side of the bridge. He was dressed in black and did not hold an umbrella. He held a stack of books wrapped in oil paper and walked in his direction. Chu Wanning could not help but slow down.

That person clearly saw him as well, but that person’s footsteps did not slow down. He only raised his eyelashes, which were wet from the rain, and glanced at him coldly.

Chu Wanning wanted to call out to him. He wanted to say, “Mo …”

Mo Ran did not give him any chance to speak. He held his books and walked to the far left of the Bridge of Helplessness. One more inch and he would have fallen into the river. He just wanted to be a little further away from his master who was walking on the right.

They walked to the middle of the bridge.

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

Later, they passed by each other.

The person in the rain walked away without looking back. The person holding the umbrella stopped and stood in the same place.

The rain pattered on the umbrella. Chu Wanning stood for a long time. He stood for so long that his legs were numb. It was as if the cold air in Sichuan had penetrated his bones.

He suddenly felt very tired and could not walk anymore.

The dream darkened.

It was heavy and cold.

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

In her sleep, Chu Waning turned over and curled up her body. Something dripped from the corner of her eyes and wet the pillow. He vaguely knew that this was just a dream, but why did it feel so real? So real that he could clearly feel Mo Ran’s hatred, Mo Ran’s disappointment, and Mo Ran’s determination.

…..

Did it end here?

He was not reconciled. It was as if his unwillingness made the light around him brighten up again.

He was still in the dream. It had been many months since Shi Mei had passed away.

Mo Ran’s temperament grew gloomier and gloomier by the day. He spoke less and less. But he still came to all the cultivation classes. He just listened and did not talk much with Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning didn’t explain why he didn’t save Shi Mingjing back then. He had seen Mo Ran’s attitude. He knew that it was useless to say anything now that things had come to this.

In the cultivation class that day, Mo Ran stood at the top of a pine tree as instructed. He trained the convergence of spiritual power.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt weak and fell straight down. Chu Wanning did not have time to think. He rushed over to support him. But in his haste, he did not have time to use any spells. The two of them fell heavily from the tree and landed on the ground.

Fortunately, the soil was very soft and there was a thick layer of pine needles. They were not injured. However, Chu Wanning’s wrist was cut by a sharp branch. It was a hideous wound. Blood flowed out.

Mo Ran looked at his wound. Then, for the first time in months, he raised his eyes. Without hiding anything, he looked at Chu Wanning’s face.

Finally, he said, “Shizun, you’re bleeding.”

His tone was a bit numb, but the words he said were still warm.

“I have some ointment and bandages in my Qiankun bag. Take care of them.”

They sat in the thick coniferous forest. The air was filled with the fragrance of pine and cypress. Chu Wanning did not say anything. He looked at Mo Ran with his head lowered. He silently wrapped the bandages around his wound, one round after another.

The youth’s eyelashes were trembling. Chu Wanning could not see the expression on his face. For a moment, he suddenly wanted to gather enough courage to ask:

Mo Ran, do you really hate me that much?

But at that time, the wind was too gentle, the sun was too warm. There were birds chirping and insects chirping among the leaves. His injured hand was quietly held by Mo Ran as he took care of the bandages. Everything was peaceful and tranquil.

In the end, he did not ask. He did not want to disturb this tranquil picture.

He suddenly felt that the answer was not that important. What was important was that in this dream, after Shi Mei died, his blood, his injury, could more or less be exchanged for a bit of Mo Ran’s consciousness.

The next day, when Chu Wanning woke up, he was still in a daze for a moment.

He lay on the bed. He could even feel a faint pain in his arm, but it also seemed like there was some residual warmth. After a long time, he tiredly rubbed his face. He couldn’t help but feel that it was funny.

What kind of nonsense was he dreaming about?

People say that what they think about during the day, they dream at night. Could it be that after seeing Shi Mei’s handsome appearance today, he felt a little depressed and decided to vent it in his dream? He actually dreamed that Shi Mei was dead …

It was really ridiculous.

He got dressed, washed up, and tied up his hair. Soon, he forgot about the fragmented dream from last night.

Today, the village chief and the others were going to make rice cakes.

In the Lower Cultivation World, rice cakes were a must eat on New Year’s Eve to get a good omen. The rice flour and glutinous rice flour had been ground the night before. Then, the women and the elderly needed to heat the stove and steam the flour in the pot. This process was quite time-consuming, but it did not require the young and strong men to help. Therefore, Chu Wan-ning woke up a little later than usual and had to walk slowly to the kitchen. It did not matter.

When he got there, he saw a big pot on the big sunning ground. A wooden barrel that was half a person’s height was being steamed through the water. The village chief’s wife was standing on a low stool, adding rice flour into the pot from time to time. A few children were running around the stove. From time to time, they would take out a bunch of roasted peanuts and a corn cob from the fire pond.

To Chu Wanning’s surprise, Mo Ran woke up very early as usual. He was helping the village chief’s wife watch the fire. A child ran too fast, laughing and laughing. She stumbled and fell to the ground, sobbing a few times before crying loudly.

“Why did you fall?” Mo Ran helped her up and patted the mud off her body. “Are there any abrasions?”

“Hand — —” The little girl wailed as she raised her dark little hand to show Mo Ran.

Mo Ran carried her and brought her to the well. He fetched a bucket of water for her to wash her hands. The distance was a little far, so Chu Wanning did not hear what he said to the little girl. But the little girl held back her tears and sobbed. After a while, she stopped crying. After a while, her tears turned into laughter. She looked at Mo Ran with a face full of snot and began to talk to Mo Ran.

“… …”

Chu Wanning quietly stood at the corner and watched him. He watched as he coaxed the child. He watched as he carried the child back to the fire pond. He watched as he pulled out a sweet potato from the fire, carefully peeled the skin, and handed it to the little girl.

He just watched.

It was as if he saw the five years Mo Weiyu had gone through.

“Ah, Shizun is here?”

“Yes.” After a long time, Chu Wanning walked to Mo Ran’s side and sat down. He looked at the roaring fire under the stove for a while and said, “What are you roasting in there?”

“Peanuts, sweet potatoes, corn.” Mo Ran said, “You’re here. I’ll roast a candy for you.”

“… … Candy can be roasted?”

“Shizun can’t roast it. It’ll burn.” Mo Ran smiled. “It’s better if I do it.”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of milk malt candy from his pocket. He removed the straw wrapper and used a pair of tongs to pick it up. He brought it to the stove and roasted it a little. Then, he immediately took it back and took the candy out. “Hiss, it’s a little hot.” He blew on it and then held it to Chu Wanning’s lips.

“Try it.”

“… …” Chu Wanning was not used to being fed, so he reached out and took the candy. The milky white candy was a little soft from the roasting, and the milky fragrance overflowed when he chewed. Chu Wanning said, “Not bad. Roast another one. ”

Mo Ran roasted another one. Chu Wanning took it again and ate it himself.

“Another one.”

“… …”

Mo Ran roasted eight in a row. When he was about to roast the ninth, a child ran over and asked Mo Ran for a sweet potato. Mo Ran could not free his hands, so he could only let Chu Wanning get it.

Chu Wanning picked up another pair of tongs and picked out the biggest one. Mo Ran glanced at it and said, “Put this back and take the smaller one next to it.”

“The bigger one is delicious.”

“The bigger one isn’t cooked yet.” Mo Ran smiled.

Chu Wanning was a little unconvinced. “How do you know it’s not cooked yet?”

“Trust me. I often roast them in the wild. Give him the smaller one. The smaller one is sweet. ”

Chu Wanning had no choice but to take the smaller one. The child did not know what kind of outstanding figure Chu Wanning was in the cultivation world, but seeing that he was willing to pick the sweet potato for him, he leaned over and whispered to Chu Wanning, “Big brother, I want to eat the bigger one.”

“Go tell the other big brother.” Chu Wanning said, “He won’t let you eat it. He said it’s not cooked yet.”

The child really ran to Mo Ran. “Big brother Mo Ran, I want to eat the bigger one.”

Mo Ran said, “If you want to eat the bigger one, wait a little longer.”

“How long is a little longer?”

“Count from one to one hundred.”

“But I only know how to count from one to ten … …” The child felt wronged.

Mo Ran laughed. “Then you can only eat the smaller one as punishment.”

The little guy had no choice. He sighed and could only accept the unfairness of fate. He drooped his head and said, “Fine, I’ll eat the smaller one.”

Chu Wanning peeled the sweet potato for him. When he was almost done, Mo Ran’s candy was also roasted to its softest. If he did not eat it now, he was afraid it would completely melt. Thus, he hurriedly peeled it off and handed it to Chu Wanning. “Shizun, come, open your mouth — —”

There were still sweet potatoes in his hand, so Chu Wanning did not think much of it and naturally opened his mouth. It was not until Mo Ran fed him the soft and warm milk candy and used his rough fingertips to gently brush the corner of his mouth that Chu Wanning suddenly realized that he had eaten the candy that his disciple had personally fed him. The tips of his ears instantly flushed red.

“Do you want more?”

Chu Wanning coughed lightly. Fortunately, the firelight was warm and reflected on his face, so no one could see that his expression was strange. He said, “No more.”

Mo Ran laughed. “Just enough to feed you. There’s only one last milk candy left. If you eat more, there won’t be any left.”

Because he was relaxed, his words were sloppy and did not consider them carefully.

So naturally, he said the two words “feed”. However, the disciple naturally did not dare to speak to the master in such a manner. The sense of doting and dominance in these two words was too strong. For example, the master would feed his favorite child, the emperor would feed his wife and concubines. It could even be extended to the bed, where the conqueror on top would use his burning hot body to feed the person who was moaning below.

Chu Wanning was immersed in these two crude words and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

After the rice was steamed, it had to be spread out. This was a physical work. The strong men in the village had to swing a wooden mallet to make the rice cakes. The village chief gave Mo Ran a wooden mallet wrapped in gauze and wanted to pass one to Chu Wanning, but he was stopped by Mo Ran.

Mo Ran laughed. “Village chief, my shizun has never done this work before. He can’t do it well.”

“…” Chu Wanning was speechless at the side.

He was very unwilling and even a little angry. Because he was a person, from the time he left the mountain until now, there had never been anyone who could associate him with the three words “can’t do it well”.

From the mouths of others, he could always hear pleas, pleas, “Immortal Monarch, can you do me a favor?”.

This was the first time someone blocked him behind and said, “He doesn’t know how to do it. He can’t do it well.”

Chu Wanning was very angry. He wanted to shake his sleeves and shout angrily, “You can’t do it well!”

But he held it in. He held it in.

Because what Mo Ran said was the truth. He really couldn’t do it well.

In the end, they were arranged in front of a stone mortar by the village chief. The stone mortar was already filled with steamed rice flour, which was emitting scorching hot steam.

Mo Ran said, “Shizun, I’ll be making the rice cakes later. Remember to help me flip the rice cakes every three times. Be careful not to burn your hands. Also, don’t be too anxious. Don’t get hit by me. ”

“… If you can hit me with just a swing of the mallet, you can forget about cultivating as an immortal and go home to farm.”

Mo Ran laughed. “I’m just saying. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Chu Wanning couldn’t be bothered to talk nonsense with him. At the side, there were already two people in a team. He didn’t want to be left behind, so he stood beside the stone mortar and said, “Come on.”

Mo Ran swung the mallet. The first strike was very heavy, hitting the soft and hot rice flour. The rice flour sank in and wrapped around the mallet. He swung the mallet three times, then raised his bright eyes and said to Chu Wanning, “Shizun, flip it over.”

Chu Wanning flipped the rice balls over, and Mo Ran swung the mallet again.

After a few rounds of cooperation, they had mastered the rhythm very well. Basically, when Mo Ran swung the mallet for the third time, Chu Wanning would flip the rice balls over. Just as he withdrew his hand, Mo Ran swung the mallet again. Although it seemed easy to hit the rice balls, the strength had to be controlled well. The person hitting them had to be very strong and full of energy. They flipped the rice balls over and over again countless times. When the rice balls were completely sticky, they couldn’t be considered done.

After a while, Mo Ran’s face didn’t turn red and his heart didn’t beat fast. However, the farmers beside him were a little tired. They began to shout in a hoarse voice, “One, two, three — — one, two, three — —” They were shouting the rhythm of the mallet. Mo Ran found it interesting, so he followed their rhythm and hit the rice balls together. When the rice balls were half sticky, the people beside him were already panting. Mo Ran didn’t feel anything. He smiled at Chu Wanning and said, “Again.”

Chu Wanning glanced at him. The young man’s forehead was full of sweat. Under the sun, it glistened like honey. His lips were slightly open. He didn’t sigh like ordinary people, but his breathing was more or less heavy. His chest rose and fell.

When he saw Chu Wanning looking at him, he was stunned. He raised his sleeve and wiped his face. His eyes were as bright as the stars. He smiled, “What’s wrong? Is there rice on my face? ”

“No.”

“Then … …”

Chu Wanning looked at him. He was hot and sweaty, but he obediently folded his clothes to his Adam’s apple. Suddenly, he couldn’t bear to see him like this. He asked, “Are you hot?”

Yesterday, he asked Mo Ran if he was cold. Today, he asked Mo Ran if he was hot. This really made Mo Ran very confused. The temperature of the two days was about the same. After a while, he said, “I’m fine.”

“If you’re hot, then take it off.”

“If Shizun doesn’t like it, I won’t take it off.”

“… …” Chu Wanning said, “It’s even more annoying when you’re all sweaty.”

Since he said so, Mo Ran was already uncomfortable. He took off his outer robe and upper garment and threw them on the graphite beside him. Chu Wanning looked on coldly, but his heart gradually heated up. He looked at Mo Ran’s broad shoulders and firm arms. After taking off his inner garment, he could almost feel the scalding hot air assaulting his face. As expected, Mo Ran was sweating all over. Under the sun, he shone with a glossy luster. He was like a mermaid out of the water. He turned around and smiled at Chu Wanning. He was so handsome that it made people dazzled.

“Immortals, do you want some water?” The village chief’s wife held a cup of tea and asked them one by one.

Mo Ran returned to the stone mortar and picked up the wooden hammer again. He smiled, “No, I’m not thirsty.”

A hand reached over and took a teacup from the tray.

Under the astonished gazes of the two people, Chu Wanning drank an entire cup of tea with gusto. He then passed the teacup to the village chief’s wife, “Please give me another cup.”

“… … Shizun, are you very thirsty?”

It was unknown how these words stabbed him. Chu Wanning suddenly raised his head. His eyes were burning and full of vigilance, “Thirsty? … … No, I’m not thirsty. ”

He then gulped down an entire cup of water.

Mo Ran looked at him and couldn’t help but feel a little puzzled. When did Shizun’s self-esteem become so bad that he was ashamed to even say that he was thirsty?