Chapter 77: This Venerable One Feels Very Awkward

After Chu Wanning and Mo Ran left the Peach Blossom Spring, they went around to find out when the big and small sects' markets would open. After traveling for a few days, they settled down in an inn in a small town that night.

After leaving the Peach Blossom Spring, they finally had a chance to rest. Mo Ran had already returned to his room. Chu Wanning sat in front of the table and lit the candle. Under the warm yellow light, he carefully examined the porcelain bottle in his hand.

Inside the white jade bottle, there were more than thirty dazzling golden pills.

Fortunately, when Xuanji came, he gave this bottle of medicine to him. Otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to interact with Mo Ran.

"This is Tanlang's new medicine. There are about thirty pills."

At that time in the Peach Blossom Spring cave, Xuanji said to Chu Wanning, "He looked through the ancient records and changed some of the ingredients.

One pill can support your recovery for seven days. This bottle of medicine should last you a long time. Take it. "

"Thank Tanlang for me."

"No need to thank me."

Xuanji waved his hand and smiled, "I saw Tanlang's serious face. He must be very curious about your illness.

Oh right, he told me to remind you that the medicinal properties of this pill are not stable. Don't be too happy or sad, or it will lose its effect. Remember this. "

Chu Wanning was lost in thought about Xuanji's words. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door of the inn. He immediately put away the porcelain bottle and extinguished the incense burning in the celadon stove. Only then did he slowly say, "Come in."

Mo Ran had just finished bathing. He put on a thin silk bathrobe and wiped his black jade-like hair as he walked into Chu Wanning's room.

"…" Chu Wanning coughed. Fortunately, his face was still indifferent. "What's wrong?"

"My room is not good. I don't like it.

Master, can I make do with sleeping on the floor here tonight? "

Seeing that Mo Ran's words were vague, Chu Wanning wasn't stupid and naturally felt that something was wrong. He asked, "What's there not to like?"

"In … in any case, it's … it's just not good." As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Chu Wanning and muttered, "The sound insulation is too bad."

Chu Wanning was used to having a noble temperament. He frowned and actually didn't understand what Mo Ran was referring to.

He put on his outer robe and walked barefoot to Mo Ran's room. Mo Ran couldn't stop him and could only follow behind him.

"Although it's a little shabby, it's not to the extent that I can't sleep peacefully."

Chu Wan-ning stood in the room and looked around. She scolded, "Why are you so delicate?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a violent crash from the other side of the wall. It seemed that something had fallen heavily to the ground.

Mo Ran really didn't have the face to listen. Taking advantage of the situation before it got worse, he stepped forward and grabbed Chu Wanning's sleeve. "Shizun, let's go quickly."

Chu Wanning frowned. "What's wrong with you?

Is there something wrong? "

Mo Ran opened his mouth, but before he could organize his words, he heard a burst of laughter from the other side of the wall. "Young Master Chang is so annoying. You only know how to bully others. Ah, don't, don't be like this … ah!"

"Hehe, darling, the peony on your chest is so beautiful. Let me smell it to see if it's fragrant."

The wall was really thin. Even the rustling of clothes on the other side could be heard clearly.

A man's rough breathing and a woman's sweet moans mixed together. It was simply unbearable to the ear.

At first, Chu Wanning didn't understand. After a while, he reacted. A pair of beautiful eyes suddenly widened. Then his face quickly turned from white to red, from red to green. Finally, with an ashen face, he scolded, "Shameless!" He angrily swung his sleeve and left.

"Pfft."

Mo Ran couldn't hold back and laughed softly behind him.

Fortunately, Chu Wanning was so embarrassed that he even walked with the same hand and foot. He didn't hear Mo Ran's ridicule.

When he returned to his room, he silently drank a cup of tea. Only then could he force himself to be calm. He nodded to Mo Ran. "Such filthy words are really bad for cultivation. Stay here with me tonight."

"Oh."

In fact, when he suddenly saw Chu Wanning appear in the Peach Blossom Spring, and that he didn't suspect him at all and even protected him in every possible way, Mo Ran was pleasantly surprised. Now that he had settled down, he couldn't help but be in a good mood. Under the candlelight, his master's usually cold face seemed much cuter.

Mo Ran curved his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground. He supported his chin and looked up at Chu Wanning.

"… What are you looking at?"

"I haven't seen Master in a long time.

I want to see more. "The youth's voice carried a hint of a smile. His gaze was also warm and bright.

Upon closer inspection, Chu Wanning … really did look like Junior Martial Brother Xia.

Chu Wanning glared at him. "If you have time to look at me, why don't you go dry your hair? How are you going to sleep when it's so wet?"

"I left my towel next door." Mo Ran smiled. "Can Master help me?"

"… …"

Xue Meng had been injured once before and couldn't lift his arm for many days. During that time, when he washed his hair, it was his master who helped him dry it. Master always dried his hair very quickly because he could control his spiritual power very well. He quickly dried the towel in his hand.

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes and looked at Mo Ran, whose hands and feet were all right. He coldly snorted. "If you're not sick or in pain, why should I help you?"

But he still waved his hand to let him come over.

At night, the candlelight was warm, illuminating Mo Ran's handsome young face.

Mo Ran sat on the bed. It had been nearly a year since his rebirth. It was the time when a youth was growing. In these past few months, he had unknowingly grown a lot taller. At this time, he was actually about the same height as Chu Wanning.

At this height, it was not convenient for Chu Wanning to dry his hair, so Mo Ran put his hands behind him and lowered his body. Chu Wanning stood by the bed and rubbed his long hair impatiently.

Mo Ran yawned contentedly and closed his eyes to enjoy this rare peace.

Occasionally, there would be two or three frog croaks outside the window.

"Master."

"Yes."

"Did you know that in the feathermen's illusion, I returned to Lin 'an two hundred years ago and saw a person called Chu Xun?"

His wiping did not stop at all. "How would I know?"

Mo Ran rubbed his nose and laughed. "He looks a lot like you."

"… … There are many people who look alike in the world. What's so strange about that?"

"No."

Mo Ran said seriously. "He's more or less made from the same mold as you. Master, do you think he's your ancestor?"

Chu Wanning said lightly, "It's possible.

However, this was two hundred years ago. Who can say for sure? "

"He has a son."

Mo Ran said to himself. "He looks a lot like Junior Martial Brother Xia. I think this is too much of a coincidence. Master, do you think Junior Martial Brother Xia is your long-lost relative?"

"I don't have any relatives."

"I already said you're long-lost … …" Mo Ran muttered. He was very close to Chu Wanning and could smell the faint fragrance of begonia flowers that made people feel at ease.

It smelled really good. Whether it was in his previous life or this life, Chu Wanning's scent always seemed to have a calming effect on his mind. In his previous life, he returned from a bloody battle. Only by burying his face in his master's neck could he obtain that moment of respite.

Whether he was willing to admit it or not, he was already addicted to Chu Wanning's scent. He could not quit even if he wanted to.

He closed his eyes. In this familiar silence, he gradually let go of his consciousness. He did not know what time it was.

In his previous life, in the empty Shaman Mountain Hall, he killed someone and came back drenched in the rain. He was clearly a sinful person, but instead he was soaking wet like a homeless dog.

At that time, he sat down and hugged Chu Wanning's waist. He buried his face in the other's stomach and let Chu Wanning stroke his hair over and over again. Only in this way could he barely suppress his crazy heart.

Those old dreams were clearly separated from the past. The past was as vast as the sea.

But when he closed his eyes, it seemed as if it was only yesterday.

Chu Wanning saw that the person who had been talking about him was not talking. He lowered his eyes and saw a calm face in the dim candlelight.

Although there was still a bit of youthfulness between his eyebrows, and he had not shed his childishness, his facial features had already matured. He could see that kind of handsome face.

It was like the bones of a flower vaguely visible amidst the clouds. It carried the freshness and vitality of a young person.

Chu Wanning's hand paused slightly, and his heart seemed to beat a little faster.

For some reason, he called out softly, "Mo Ran."

"Mm … …"

Mo Ran, who was in a daze, responded vaguely. He seemed to be a little tired. He moved his face closer and leaned on Chu Wanning's waist like he did in his previous life.

Chu Wanning, "… …"

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

The dense heartbeat was like a war drum on the battlefield. It shook him until he was a little dizzy.

Chu Wanning pursed his lips. He did not know what to do. He could only continue to wipe Mo Ran's hair, evaporating the last bit of water.

After a long time, he threw away the towel and smoothed the strands of hair in front of Mo Ran's forehead. He said in a low voice, "Alright.

Go to sleep. "

Mo Ran opened his eyes. His dark purple eyes were dazed for a moment, and then gradually became clear.

He finally came back to his senses. He remembered that he had leaned against Chu Wan-ning's waist out of habit, and Chu Wan-ning hadn't pushed him away. He couldn't help but be shocked. He stared blankly with his eyes wide open like a silly dog.

Chu Wanning was originally a little uncomfortable, but seeing him like this, he could not help but laugh.

Mo Ran saw that he was actually laughing. Although it was a faint smile, it was definitely a smile. He could not help but open his eyes even wider. He sat up straight. With his slightly messy hair, he suddenly said very seriously, "Shizun, there's a fragrance on your body. It smells very good."

"… …"

After a pause, he suddenly frowned, as if he was trying hard to recall something. Then he remembered something. His expression was a little stunned. He muttered, "How strange. Xia Si Ni … … why does he also have this smell?"

Chu Wanning's expression suddenly changed.

Before Mo Ran could react, he threw the towel on Mo Ran's head and directly threw him off the bed. He said coldly, "I'm tired. Get down and sleep."

Mo Ran was unexpectedly thrown on his back. He lay on the floor in a daze for a long time. Then he sat up and rubbed his nose. He was not angry and obediently got up to sleep on the floor.