The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The sun is getting higher and higher, and more and more people come to the inn to be the best. Mo Ran thinks that the downstairs is noisy, and asks Xiaoer to deliver all the prepared dishes to his room.

In the end, he still invited Chu Wanning. After all, the master is the biggest, and he is not the emperor of the human world now, so the rules still have to be followed.

There are three steaming bowls of steaming noodle soup on the beech wood square table. The noodles are made by ourselves, which are different from those bought outside. Green vegetables, golden egg shreds, bright and attractive colors, beautifully arranged.

But the most outstanding thing about these three bowls of noodles is not the water leaves, nor the large pieces of meat, and the luxurious ingredients, but the bone broth that has been simmered for four hours on a low fire, poured into the noodle bowls, and the milky white soup floats Sesame red oil, Mo Ran took a stone bowl to grind a spicy and delicious seasoning, boiled it in the soup, the aroma was tangy and the taste was rich.

He thought that Shi Mei likes spicy food, so there are plenty of red oil and spicy oil.Seeing that the teacher buried his head in the food and it was very delicious, the arc of the corner of Mo Ran's mouth became more and more comfortable. After sneaking a few glances, he couldn't help asking: "Is it delicious?"

The teacher said: "It's very delicious."

Chu Wanning didn't speak, and it was still the gloomy expression that God owed him a hundred gold and silver mountains.

Mo Ran showed some complacent expression: "Then when you want to eat it, tell me, and I will do it."

There was a thin layer of water mist in Shi Mei's hot eyes, and he raised his eyes and smiled at Mo Ran, with softness between his brows.The beauty is in front, if there is not Chu Wanning who is sitting next to him in a world of ice and snow, Mo Ran will be a little uncertain whether he should eat Shimei or the noodles in the bowl.

Pea sprouts, fat intestines, Shi Mei didn't eat much, but the beef and vegetables quickly bottomed out.

Mo Ran, who had been watching quietly by the side, stretched out his chopsticks, pulled the pea sprouts and fat intestines into his bowl, and picked up several pieces of beef from his noodle bowl to fill the gap.

The disciples at the peak of life and death all eat at Meng Potang, and they often exchange dishes with each other, so Shi Mei didn't think there was anything strange, and smiled: "Ah Ran doesn't eat beef?"

"Well, I love pea sprouts."

He buried his head and snored.The ears are pointed and slightly red.

Chu Wanning picked up the bean sprouts in his bowl with chopsticks expressionlessly, and threw them all into the ink-burning bowl.

"I don't eat bean sprouts."

He threw all the beef in his bowl to Shi Mei: "I don't eat beef either."

Then he frowned, stared at what was left in the bowl, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

Shi Mo cautiously said: "Master...is it not to your liking?"

Chu Wanning: "..."

He didn't answer, but lowered his head, silently picked up a piece of green vegetable, took a small bite, his expression became even uglier, and with a "snap", he put down the chopsticks neatly.

"Mo Weiyu, did you overturn the hot sauce jar in the soup?"

I didn't expect that the hard-working breakfast would be met with such a sentence, Mo Ran was taken aback, raised his head, and there was still a noodle hanging from the corner of his mouth.He blinked at Chu Wanning innocently, and couldn't believe his ears, so he swallowed the noodles with a sniff, and said, "What?"

Chu Wanning didn't give face this time: "Are you making something that people eat? Can people eat this thing?"

Mo Ran blinked his eyes a few more times, and finally determined that Chu Wanning was scolding himself, and said indignantly: "Why is it not eaten by people?"

Chu Wanning's eyebrows twitched, and he said sharply: "It's really hard to swallow."

Mo Ran choked, anyway, he was the craft of Zuiyulou who stole his master.

"Master, you too... are too picky."

The teacher also said: "Master, you haven't eaten for a day, even if you don't like it, you should eat some."

Chu Wanning got up and said coldly: "I don't eat spicy food."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

The two people who stayed at the table suddenly fell into an awkward silence.The teacher was a little surprised: "Master doesn't eat spicy food? I don't know why... Ah Ran, don't you know?"

"I……"

Mo Ran stared at the noodles that Chu Wanning left on the table, almost didn't take a bite, stayed for a while, then nodded.

"Hmm. I don't know."

This is a lie, Mo Ran knows that Chu Wan would rather not eat spicy food.

Only he forgot.

After all, he has been entangled with this person for most of his life in his previous life. He knows what Chu Wanning likes to eat and what he doesn't like.

But he doesn't care, and he never remembers.

Back in the room alone, Chu Wanning lay down in his clothes, facing the wall, but couldn't sleep with his eyes open.

He lost a lot of blood, and consumed a lot of spiritual power. He didn't finish the grains of rice all night and in the morning, but his stomach was already empty, and he felt very uncomfortable.

This person doesn't know how to take care of himself, and when he's in a bad mood, he simply doesn't eat, as if feeling angry can make his stomach full.

He didn't know why he was angry, or rather, he didn't want to know.

It's just that in the silence, a face appeared vaguely in front of my eyes, with a bright smile, the corners of the mouth were slightly curled, and a pair of eyes were black and bright, with a flowing luster, which was a gentle deep purple.

It looked warm and a little lazy.

Chu Wanning tightened the mattress because it was too hard.The knuckles are slightly whitish.He was not willing to fall into this, and closed his eyes to get rid of this wanton laughing face.

But after closing his eyes, the past became more and more turbulent, flooding his heart like a tide...

The first time he saw Mo Ran was in front of the Tongtian Tower at the peak of death and life.

On that day, the sun was shining brightly, and all twenty elders were present, talking to each other in low voices.

Elder Yuheng is naturally an exception, he is not so stupid, he is willing to stand there and bask in the sun.Instead, he had long been hiding under the flower tree alone, holding up one finger absent-mindedly, looking at whether the black iron nail cover he made could be stretched freely.

Of course, he himself didn't need to use the nail cover. This iron armor was specially forged for the low-level disciples at the peak of death and life.

The lower cultivation world is adjacent to the ghost world, and there are often dangers. It is not uncommon for low-level disciples to be injured and die. A lightweight, flexible, and easy-to-handle weapon.

Others were discussing with relish.

"Have you heard? The lord's nephew, who had been lost for many years, was rescued from the sea of ​​fire. Everyone else died in the building where the water passed. Take away the ashes, it's really a blessing."

"It must be his father who protects the child in the dark. Poor him who has been separated since childhood and suffered so much, alas..."

"Is that kid called Mo Ran? Is he 15 years old? It's time for the weak crown to take a character. Does he have a character?"

"Elder Xuanji, you don't know something. This kid grew up in a music hall. It's good to have a name. How can there be words."

"I heard that the lord has drawn up a few words for him, and he is currently choosing them. I don't know which one he will choose in the end."

"Honorable Master really attaches great importance to my little nephew."

"Isn't it? Don't talk about the lord, even the wife loves him dearly. Hey, I think the only person who is unhappy in this life and death is probably our proud son of heaven—"

"Elder Greedy Wolf! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Haha. A slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue! But our proud son of heaven is so arrogant, he doesn't pay attention to his elders, he fights cocks and dogs all day long, and looks like he was born rich, and he has indeed lost control."

"Elder Tanlang, you drank too much wine today..." The people next to him gave him winks, and the chin pointed to Chu Wanning standing in the distance, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Xue Meng, the proud son of heaven, is a disciple of Chu Wanning, saying that Xue Meng has lost control, isn't he just turning a corner and mocking Chu Wanning's teaching is not good?

This Elder Yuheng, despite his usual slow-moving, blunt and fairy-like manner, seems to be floating in the world, with a style of superiority.But everyone knows that he has a very bad temper. If anyone accidentally touches his Nilin, they should wash their necks and wait to be whipped to death.

Chu Wanning had heard what they said a long time ago.

But he didn't bother to care about it, he was probably not as interested in how others judged him than the patterns on his nails.

It is good to say that this armor set is good, but its toughness is not high enough. When encountering a thick-skinned monster, it may not be able to tear the opponent's flesh with one blow. Go back and add a little dragon bone powder, the effect should be better.

Seeing that Chu Wanning did not respond, those elders were a little relieved, and began to discuss in a low voice.

"The Lord summoned us today to choose a master for that Mr. Mo?"

"It's strange, why doesn't the lord teach it himself?"

"It seems that the young nephew's bones are not suitable for practicing the mind of the lord." Someone muttered, "But it doesn't mean that all the elders will be gathered here, and the young master will choose one by one?"

Elder Lu Cun sighed faintly, brushed his elegant and smooth long hair, and said plaintively: "I feel that at this moment, I am like a cheap cabbage, placed on the desk, waiting for young master Mo to pick."

Everyone: "..."

So can this sissy stop telling the big truth like this?

After waiting for a long time, the Lord finally came.He walked up a thousand steps and came to Tongtian Tower, followed by a young man behind him.

Chu Wanning just glanced at it casually, but before he could see it clearly, he turned his eyes away and continued to study his nail cover.Didn't even bother to take a second look.

When it comes to apprenticeship, I have to talk about how unconventional and unconventional the summit of death and life is.For other sects, the master is superior, touching the head of a new disciple and saying: "Young man, I think you have a lot of wisdom. From today on, you will be my disciple."

The apprentice didn't even have a chance to say "no".

Or the master looked indifferent and contemptuous, waving his sleeves and said: "Young man, your skull is too high, your eyes are dull, and the back of your head is boney. It is not what my disciple should look like. You have no destiny with me, and I will not accept you as a disciple."

Then the apprentice didn't have time to express himself, the master flew away with a whoosh of the sword, running faster than a dog.

The pinnacle of life and death is different, the master and the disciple choose each other.

What does that mean?

There are twenty elders on the summit of death and life. After getting started, all the disciples can submit a teacher's invitation card piously after getting along for a period of time, expressing their willingness to practice with the elder.

If the elders accept it, then everyone will be happy.

If the elder doesn't accept it, the disciple can stalk and stalk until the elder softens or the disciple gives up.

Logically speaking, Chu Wanning is highly skilled and handsome, and he should be like a market, and all the disciples will worship him as their master if they squeeze their heads.But it is not.

Chu Wanning's face is good-looking, but his temper is outrageous. It is said that he can beat female disciples as male disciples when he is annoyed, and directly sink male disciples.Few people have the courage to worship such a master.

Therefore, under Elder Yuheng's sect, the horses were deserted.

Except for Xue Meng, the proud son of heaven, and Xue Meng's friend Shi Mei, he has never accepted anyone.

Everyone would rather call him "Elder" respectfully than call him "Master" affectionately.

Chu Wanning said coldly that he was not sad, lowered his head nonchalantly, and continued to dump the cold mech weapons.What sleeve quiver, martial law whistle, are designed for others.The earlier it is done, the sooner more people will be spared suffering.

So he didn't expect that Mo Ran would choose himself without hesitation.

At that time, he was frowning, rubbing the sharp thorns on his fingertips, thinking about how to improve, and he didn't pay attention to what the Lord said to everyone.

Suddenly, the surroundings gradually became quiet.

Chu Wanning, who had finished thinking about the improved formula of sharp thorns, suddenly realized that the surroundings where the human voice was buzzing just now seemed to be too silent.

So he finally looked away from his fingertips, and raised his eyelids with some impatience and questioning.

Then he saw a face.

It is almost dazzling in the sun.

It was a handsome young man looking up at him.The corner of the young man's mouth was curled with a lazy, vague smile, and the dimples on his cheeks were deep, a little smoky, but also a little innocent.A pair of black and purple eyes were staring at him without blinking, half eager and curious.

He is new here and doesn't know the rules.The distance between them is so close that it can almost be called rude.

A person suddenly appeared from a short distance away, and Chu Wanning was taken aback, as if he had been burned, he subconsciously took a step back, and with a bang, his head hit the tree trunk.

The boy slightly opened his eyes wide: "Ah..."

Chu Wanning: "..."

juvenile:"……"

Chu Wanning: "What are you doing?"

The young man smiled and said: "Xianjun Xianjun, I have been watching you for a long time, why don't you pay attention to me."

The author has something to say: Every day, I feel that feeding the fish is like a erha with a clear brain circuit, and the master is like a Satsuma who is cold and reserved on the outside and very gentle on the inside...

Ah, suddenly I really want to change the name to "The Erha and His Master Satsuma"