Bab 197: Chapter 197: Shizun Is Not a Vixen
Because of what Mo Ran said yesterday, Chu Wanning felt extremely ashamed. After leaving the Wondrous Sound Pond, he didn't want to talk to Mo Ran anymore, so he left without looking back.
People need face, trees need bark. He was very angry, how could Mo Ran have the face to say such shameful words … Did Mo Ran think that he would agree?
This kind of thing should be done, why ask him!
The next day, the Classics and History Elder fell ill, so Xue Zhengyong let Chu Wanning be in charge of supervising the recitation of the students. Classics and History was a big class, so there were many students. He couldn't manage all of them by himself, so he let Mo Ran and the others help patrol and answer questions.
Among the four of them, Shi Mei and Mo Ran were the busiest. The reason was very simple, Shi Mei was gentle and handsome, while Mo Ran was kind and heroic. Both of them were very popular with the junior brothers and sisters, especially Shi Mei. He had long legs, a narrow waist, and picturesque features. He didn't have the immaturity of youth, and was a completely elegant and handsome man. He had a good temper and a pleasant voice, so it was easy for both men and women to have a good impression of him.
As for Mo Ran, he was trapped in the group of female disciples and couldn't get out.
"Senior Brother Mo, I don't understand this sentence, can you help me take a look?"
"Senior Brother Mo, I don't really understand the difference between these two incantations, can senior brother teach me?"
"Senior Brother Mo — —"
After Mo Ran finished explaining to the ninth smiling junior sister why the "Myriad Waves Incantation" had to be exactly the same as the incantation drawn by the creator in order to be effective, Chu Wanning finally couldn't take it anymore. He frowned, and coldly glanced at Mo Ran from a few rows of disciples.
Mo Ran had been ignored since yesterday, so he felt a bit wronged.
He was used to being rough in his previous life, so in this life, he cherished it even more. Therefore, every step he took, he wanted to see if Chu Wanning was happy. He didn't know what he had done wrong. Could it be that he shouldn't have asked that question?
Or perhaps he had addressed her incorrectly. He shouldn't have asked, "My dear Master, can I go in next time?" Instead, he should have asked, "My dear darling, can I go in next time?"
After being treated coldly for no reason the entire day, Mo Ran suddenly felt Chu Wanning's gaze. Even though Chu Wanning was glaring at him fiercely, Mo Ran was still like a little cabbage that had been watered with water. He immediately became spirited and smiled brightly at Chu Wanning.
"…"
This person didn't understand where all these women came from, and why they had so many questions.
Did they not understand? If they really didn't understand, why didn't they ask Chu Wanning when the creator of the Myriad Waves Incantation was standing right here? Why did they take a roundabout way to call "Senior Brother Mo"?
Chu Wanning was displeased, but he didn't say anything. He only looked coldly and silently at Mo Ran.
As he stared, Mo Ran felt that something was wrong. Coincidentally, there was a tenth junior sister waving at him eagerly. "Senior Brother Mo ~"
"Sorry, I have something to do." Mo Ran smiled and pointed at Xue Meng. "Ask your Senior Brother Xue."
After he finished speaking, he walked over to Chu Wanning, leaving behind the junior sister with the hair tied into a bun. She had a disappointed expression on her face. She bit the end of her pen and let out a long sigh.
"Master, what's wrong? You don't seem very happy. "
Chu Wanning pursed his lips. He didn't say it directly. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm a bit tired. Let Xue Meng patrol that circle. You help watch this area."
Mo Ran didn't doubt him. He nodded and dutifully followed Chu Wanning around the area. It was strange. As he walked next to Chu Wanning, he suddenly felt that the number of people asking questions had suddenly decreased. Could it be that the disciples in this area were smarter than those in that area?
Chu Wanning's mood improved a bit when he didn't hear the annoying "Senior Brother Mo" or the even more annoying "Senior Brother Mo". However, his face was still expressionless as he paced back and forth among the junior disciples who were reciting the scriptures. As he walked, he suddenly heard a conversation between two junior disciples.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, let me tell you, there's a fox spirit in the Wonderful Sound Pool."
"Ah? What do you mean? "
"Yesterday, after I finished bathing at the Plum Blossom Pool, I was preparing to go back. Then I heard faint … uh … that kind of movement in the distance …"
The senior brother seemed very surprised. He opened his mouth for a moment and hesitated. "Could it be that some pair of fellow disciples are daring?"
"Who would be so daring? That's impossible. It's fine if this kind of thing is done in private. If it was seen by Elder Yu Heng or Elder Tanlang at the Wonderful Sound Pool, their legs would be broken! It definitely can't be a disciple of the sect! "
"That's true."
"It's definitely the fox spirit taking Yang to nourish her Yin. Tonight, I'll call a few of my fellow disciples to go take a look and see if we can catch that little fox. That would count as making a contribution. We can't just let her go seduce our fellow disciples, right?"
"That's true. But did you see who the fellow disciple she seduced yesterday was?"
"… The fog at the Wonderful Sound Pool is so thick. You have to walk right under their eyes to see their facial features. I don't want to go. I'm still a child. What if that fox spirit takes a fancy to me and drags me into dual cultivation with her?" The junior disciple muttered. Suddenly, he saw that his senior brother's expression wasn't quite right. He stretched out his hand and waved it. "What's wrong? Why do you have this expression? "
"…"
The junior disciple finally felt a chill on his back. He faintly turned his head and saw Elder Yu Heng standing behind him with an unfathomable expression and an extremely cold aura. He was so frightened that he let out an "aiya" and hurriedly said, "Elder, please forgive me!"
"Recite scriptures then recite scriptures. What are you talking about? Dual cultivation." Chu Wanning's face was gloomy. "You're dreaming. Study properly. If you talk nonsense again, I'll punish you. "Finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left.
Mo Ran also heard this conversation. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. His gaze followed Chu Wanning's back. He thought to himself, how could this serious person like me? How could he be willing to be with me …
His chest was filled with warmth and bitterness, a mixture of bitterness and sweetness. After class, in the Green Book Hall, he couldn't help but hug Chu Wanning who was tidying up the books. He held him in his arms and dotingly kissed him.
Chu Wanning was angry. He took a bamboo scroll and hit him on the head. As he hit him, he said, "It's all because of your good idea. The Wonderful Sound Pool … this is great. What have I become?"
Mo Ran held back his laughter. The tip of his nose rubbed against his ear. His voice was low and gentle. He asked knowingly, "What have you become, Shizun?"
Chu Wanning didn't think that he would be so shameless. He couldn't help but widen his eyes. "You — —!"
His dimples were about to turn into honey. Mo Ran kissed him again and laughed. "Those shidi are really ridiculous. Fox spirit? Pick … that … haha, picking yang to nourish yin? "
"If you say that again, I'll kill you." Chu Wanning almost stuffed the bamboo scroll into his mouth.
Mo Ran laughed. "Oh … can I choose how to die? Being picked to death by the fox spirit of the Wonderful Sound Pool is also a very good thing … "
"Mo Weiyu!!"
From then on, Chu Wanning was no longer willing to bathe in the Wonderful Sound Pool with Mo Ran.
A few days later, Madam Wang called Mo Ran to the table. She pulled him and asked him something.
"Ran Er, when you were wandering outside a few years ago, did you see a strange girl in the snow valley?"
"What girl? What do you mean by strange? "
"She should be very white. Her face didn't have much color. She liked to wear red clothes and always carried a basket in her arms. She would talk to passersby in the snow valley …"
Mo Ran laughed. "Oh, auntie is talking about Snow Young Gold, right?"
Madam Wang was surprised at first. Then she was happy. "You know about Snow Young Gold? Such a strange monster. I thought you had never read about it before. I even wanted to describe it to you … I didn't expect … "
"It was in Master's notes. I just happened to see it." Mo Ran said. "Why is auntie asking about Snow Young Gold?"
"It's like this. Master Nangong came a few days ago. I took his pulse and felt that the Burning Yang Qi in his body is not uncontrollable. It's just that the materials required are very rare. The hardest to find is the Ice Fish in Snow Young Gold's basket." Madam Wang sighed. "Master Nangong and Meng 'er are about the same age. Now that a tiger has fallen from the sky, I really can't bear it. I want to help if I can, but that Snow Young Gold is very rare. Twenty years ago, someone met her in the snow valley. If you want to trace back further, it would be the records of the Kunlun Treading in Snow Palace a hundred years ago. So I wanted to ask you and try my luck."
After Mo Ran heard this, he was both happy and worried. He was happy because if Nangong Si's Burning Yang Qi could be cured, then she was a normal person. Ye Wangxi and he had deep feelings for each other. Perhaps they could become a good couple.
He was worried because he had been in the snow valley for more than a year, but he had never seen the legendary Snow Young Gold. He said to Madam Wang, "After Xu Shuanglin's matter is settled, I will personally go to the snow valley and search from the foot of the mountain to the peak. Maybe I can find some clues."
After Mo Ran finished speaking, he was happy and wanted to tell Nangong Si. Madam Wang said from behind, "Hey, Ran Er, don't go so fast. I've already told Master Nangong. You don't have to …"
But Mo Ran did not hear her at all. He was already far away.
He looked around and found that Nangong Si was next to the Bridge of Helplessness at the peak of life and death. Just as he was about to go over, he saw a person walking over from the other side of the bridge. Mo Ran looked and saw that it was Ye Wangxi. His heart moved. He did not call out to Nangong Si. Instead, he stood in the distance and looked at them.
Ye Wangxi was still very handsome. It was rare to see too many feminine features on her face. The mantras she cultivated and the teachings she received made it so that there was little difference between her and men. In fact, in these past few years, if not for the fact that she still had a secret love for Nangong Si in her heart, she might have already forgotten that she was a woman.
Nangong Si saw her and lightly coughed. His gaze turned to the boundless river.
"Master called for me?"
"… Ah …" Nangong Si's expression seemed to be a bit awkward. His ten fingers were crossed and he rested his head on the stone lion of the Bridge of Helplessness. After a while, he made a sound of "En."
"Is something the matter?"
"No, no." Nangong Si said. He did not dare to look at Ye Wangxi. His fingers stroked the curled mane of the stone lion. "It's just … there's something that I want to give you."
Ye Wangxi said blankly, "What is it?"
Nangong Si lowered his head and slowly untied an ornament at his waist. He clumsily untied it for a long time before finally handing it to Ye Wangxi. He lightly coughed. "Thank you for all these years … Forget it, I don't know how to say it. I don't have any valuable ornaments right now. I can only give this to you. It has been with me for many years. It's not the best jade, but …"
He did not say anything else. His eyelids drooped, his face somewhat red.
He did not dare to look at Ye Wangxi. After a long time, seeing that Ye Wangxi did not respond, he suddenly felt very dejected. It was very abrupt and also very embarrassing. He hesitated to take the jade pendant with the phoenix totem on it back from Ye Wangxi. He muttered, "I, I know that this is not pretty. If you don't like it, then … then just give it back to me. It's okay, I, I won't mind … Wait until we revive the Confucian Wind Sect, then I'll find you the best one, I …"
Ye Wangxi was stunned for a long time. Then, she smiled. In her clear and handsome eyes, there was a trace of the gentleness of a girl. The corners of her eyes also seemed to be dyed with a thin layer of rouge that had never been there before.
Her calloused and scarred hand, which was not as slender and beautiful as that of a lady in the boudoir, grasped the jade pendant. The wind rustled, and the bamboo leaves rustled. Ye Wangxi said, "This piece is enough. Thank you, Young Master."
Nangong Si's face turned even redder as he stuttered, "As long as you like it … I also … sigh … I don't know what to say."
Mo Ran: "…"
He listened in the bamboo forest and wanted to hold down Nangong Si's head and smash it against the stone lion.
Did this person not know how to do anything else other than raising a few wolfhounds? Why did it turn into "I don't know what to say?"
Out of nowhere, Nangong Si suddenly said, "Madam Wang told me that the Violent Spirit Core in my body can be suppressed. Perhaps we don't need the Dual Cultivation Method to resolve it."
Ye Wangxi was stunned, but seemed to have misunderstood. She softly nodded and lowered her eyelashes, not saying anything else.
If there was no need for the Dual Cultivation Method, then Nangong Si could be with anyone. Perhaps she would no longer have a reason to shamelessly stay by his side. She also had her dignity. She did not want to beg Nangong Si to love and pity her. Nangong Si wanted to use this jade pendant to end things, so that he could keep it as a memento in the future.
"Do you understand … hmm … do you understand what I mean?"
"… hmm."
Nangong Si heard this and became happy, but still stupidly said, "Then, then if you're willing … actually … you can call me like when we were young. I … I think that's pretty good … sigh, sorry … I really don't know what to say … sigh …"
He sighed twice in a row. In the end, even he could not stand it anymore. He covered his eyes and sighed, "Oh my god, what am I saying?"
This time, it was Ye Wangxi's turn to be at a loss. She blankly raised her head. Suddenly, she seemed to understand something. Her eyes widened slightly, and then a thin trace of blood appeared on her face.
The bamboo leaves on the Bridge of Helplessness fluttered. Her clothes gently fluttered. The jade pendant was warm, and the bright red tassels fluttered between her fingers.
After a long while, Ye Wangxi hesitated. Probingly, she softly called out, "Ah Si?"
In an instant, not knowing if it was an illusion or not, Nangong Si actually felt that her voice, which had been distorted by the Sound Change Spell to the point where it could no longer be restored, faintly had some softness, some gentleness in the blurry wind.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Wangxi's face. The rosy clouds of the morning sun filled the sky like brocade, reflecting her eyebrows and eyes. She smiled. She still had the familiar handsome and upright appearance, but there were fragments of light flashing in her slightly narrowed eyes. She could not hold it in. In the end, tears rolled down from her smiling face.
Nangong Si looked at her, looked at this face, and a vague impression of his childhood came back to him.
It was a little girl, green, tender, with rosy cheeks and long eyelashes. She had a very gentle and sweet appearance.
At that time, Ye Wangxi had not yet been sent by Nangong Liu to Ancheng to practice the Heart Sutra. She had just been picked up by Xu Shuanglin not long ago. She followed Nangong Si all day long and learned some basic spells.
That day, in order to train them, Nangong Liu let them go to the simplest illusion of the Confucian Wind Sect together to test their skills. The illusion was not difficult, but it was a little scary. There were ghosts who had died unjustly. They wandered around inside, their hair disheveled, and they let out faint whimpers.
At first, Nangong Si did not plan to pay attention to Ye Wangxi. He only cared about himself. Who knew that as he walked, he found that Ye Wangxi did not follow him. A little girl, curled up in the ruined temple of the illusion, did not dare to move.
He looked back at her and snorted. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a hanged ghost floating behind her. It stretched out its bright red tongue to coil around her throat.
"Ah –!"
When the little girl realized it, it was too late. She was so scared that she could only scream. But she could not do anything. She hugged the sword in her arms and turned her head.
But nothing happened.
When she timidly opened her eyes, she discovered that Nangong Si was standing in front of her. That hanged ghost had already been repelled by his sword and stuck onto the lightning talisman spirit. Amidst the flickering sparks, he turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at her. He originally wanted to reprimand her, but that girl's expression was so pitiful. She was like a frightened cat with her round eyes wide open. She couldn't hold back her tears and they gushed out.
Nangong Si was stunned. After a while, he said, "You, why are you so useless? You're even afraid of ghosts …"
"That's a ghost!" Ye Wangxi cried, "If I'm not even afraid of ghosts, what am I afraid of?"
Nangong Si, "… Why are you girls so useless?"
"Then I also want to be useful!" The beautiful little girl cried and cried. She was so wronged that even her snot flowed down, "Who wants to drag you down? I also want to help, but you left so fast. You didn't wait for me … I … I'm just afraid of ghosts …"
"Uh …"
Nangong Si had no choice but to squat beside her. He didn't know how to coax people, so he just watched her cry. Ye Wangxi, who had not experienced the hardships of Ancheng, was like the most ordinary girl. Her tears kept falling down.
Crying and crying, she choked, "What are you looking at?"
"… I want to see when you're done crying."
"…"
"When you're done crying, let's go together. Who told you to be so weak." Nangong Si sighed. He raised his hand and flicked the little girl's white forehead, "Follow me, I'll protect you."
Rosy clouds rose and the world was bathed in golden radiance. Only now did Nangong Si suddenly realize that in the illusory realm that day, it was actually the only time in his life that he saw Ye Wangxi as a girl crying out of fear.
Later, she became iron and turned into ice, suppressing all her emotions under a light face.
She suppressed it to the depths. Not to mention Nangong Si, even she forgot what kind of person she was originally. She only remembered that she chased the back of the young master of the Confucian Wind Sect in front of her. From a child to a teenager, until he became a young master, and her beautiful face was no longer there.
She was like this, not crying, not dragging him down, silently following him for twenty years.
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