Chapter 347: Fighting for Affection 5

When Taxian-Jun came in, Ricecake Tyrant was sitting in the hills and rivers that had been built by Mo Ran, chasing butterflies with his short legs.

When he heard the sound of his arrival, he turned his head at once, almost fell to the ground from moving too fast, and finally staggered back to his feet. The Ricecake Tyrant put out his paws to straighten out the lotus leaves on his head then shouted, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah— small male harvest, you finally came. I was dying of boredom!"

Taxian-Jun stared at it for a moment, and came to the conclusion that it was only a foolish ricecake guard.

So he averted his gaze.

Then, with his sharp eyes, he looked back and forth at the house thoroughly.

The paradise was still in progress, but it seemed like it wasn't far from being completed. Taxian-Jun could fully appreciate its elegance, flying sparkling flower fields, dwelling between the flower stamens playing piano and flute, golden flowing lotus pond, tree house twined by vines, shell summer couch in the courtyard...

The look of the gentleman's face became gloomy.

He knows Chu Wanning. Chu Wanning looked serious but, in fact, he was very curious. He certainly would like these kinds of strange places which do not belong to the mortal world.

The only possible cause of Chu Wanning's dislike was that of Chu Wanning.——

He turned his head and stared at the Ricecake Tyrant.

When the thin lips that were pursed were opened and buttoned, Mo Ran asked, "How much is the price here?"

At this time, Ricecake Tyrant had not responded, but because the current temperament has changed greatly, some were confused: "Silly, silly..."

Taxian-Jun furrowed his long eyebrows before suddenly lifting ricecake up in his palm.

"Eh-"

"Who are you scolding for being silly?"

The net pockets for catching butterflies in the hands of the baker heaven dropped, and his eyes turned white under the stranglehold of the Emperor Taxian-Jun. He shook his calves scaredly and gave his substandard Mandarin to the standard: "What, what's going on?"

Taxian-Jun: "......"

This was a misunderstanding. With a cold hum, he loosened his five fingers and threw the monster back on the ground. Ricecake Tyrant touched his neck, exhaled heavily and felt somewhat relieved. He then looked up at the man's apparently hazy face, and suddenly sensed something.

Ouch?! This was not Mo-zongshi!

They all know that Mo Ran's personality changes every three days. It had been in exile for a long time, so they would naturally forget about it. In front of him, this vicious and violent version of Mo-zongshi, who had been kind to it two days ago, was clearly...

"AH!" Ricecake Tyrant uttered a scream and quickly got up as it was preparing to flee. "Help! He's here!!! He's not coming back with him!!!!"

He was too scared to stutter.

The two soft ricecake legs of the Ricecake Tyrant strode hard. It closed its eyes and sprinted hard for a long time. When it opened a tiny gap of their eyelids to peek out, it realized that he was still there.

"..."

It wasn't aware that Taxian-Jun had placed it into a spiritual cage, just like a hamster wheel, where a hamster would run for half of a day, but would make zero progress in going anywhere.

Ricecake Tyrant swallowed its saliva before turning back trembling, feeling embarrassed and frightened.

"Brother, Brother..."

"Are you looking for death?" "Who is your brother?"

"Emperor, Emperor is good!"

Taxian-Jun once again: "......"

In order to survive, Ricecake Tyrant soon succumbed to the lewd authority of Taxian-Jun. It told the Emperor everything about the 'box of thoughts' in great detail, and told him the answer that he wanted to know at the beginning.——

"No, no, no, no, no, no, it's cheap here!"

Taxian-Jun fell into silence.

It was not expensive, it was not wasteful, and it was intentional.

How could you compare yourself with a gift like this?

...Damn, luckily he found out about this earlier, otherwise the birth of Wanning would be in front of him. If Mo-zongshi really played this card, he would lose.

Taxian-Jun's heart was crushed. He could not miss this opportunity as it would no longer come again. He must take advantage of the remaining time, he needed to remove the cover of the field!

His handsome face flickered with blurred shadows. He stared at the landscape dwelling built by Mo-zongshi as he listened to the Ricecake Tyrant's nagging.

Ricecake Tyrant explained, "Everything outside can be used to exchange materials with me to make it beautiful inside here. Fourth, these building materials for now are not the best. This was because you sent a few items two days ago to exchange, but all four of them were not worth a lot of money."

"Oh? Really?" Taxian-Jun gazed onto the road, "But this sea of flowers looks very valuable."

"Those four gifts."

Taxian-Jun pointed to the pond again: "This pond does not look cheap either."

"The four were exchanged with the best thing you've traded."

Taxian-Jun raised his ears: "The best thing?"

"Four."

"What was it?" If he could afford it, then there was no doubt that this venerable one could too.

When the tyrant heard his words, it small eyes lit up: "Want me to drop a hint? Well, then, we like the coke made by Taxian-Jun!"

"..."

He was wrong.

There was one thing in the world that he was almost paranoid and doomed to not be able to afford.

And that was Chu Wanning's cooking.

In this aspect, Mo-zongshi was different from Taxian-Jun. He had no experience in the life and death years of the Wushan Palace in his previous life, nor the feeling in the suffocating loneliness. Being so madly missing the dishes that were not delicious but steaming with the heat of the world. Therefore, Mo-zongshi's craftsmanship of Chu Wanning was never a morbid possession.

On the contrary, Mo-zongshi always wanted to make his cooking recognized by more people, or by the monsters of the mountains and forests. This was all so that Chu Wanning would be happy, causing him to feel happy too.

So as soon as he heard that the Ricecake Tyrant liked eating the coke made by Chu Wanning, he was very willing to share it.

But Taxian-Jun is different.

Taxian-Jun was like a person who has been hungry for ten poor years. He occupied all the cooking of Chu Wanning as revenge. Even if it was unpalatable, he would still swallow it hungrily and thirstily. He even had a stomach ache but was still unwilling to share it with others. The most exaggerated thing was that once Chu Wanning had nothing to do to wrap five pieces of bamboo flat handwriting, and originally thought of putting them away so he could eat slowly. It would be enough to eat for half a month.

As a result, Taxian-Jun knew that he was going to cut back to another state the next day. In order to avoid cheapening another of himself, he really ate half a month's handwriting before the time of his son arrived.

Then Taxian-Jun laid in bed for the next three days.

So when he heard that the Ricecake Tyrant was so covetous, he immediately snapped, "Don't even think about it!" "The coke Chu Wanning made can only be eaten by this venerable one! "

Ricecake Tyrant stared at him as his eyes began to be teary.

"It's no use crying!"

Ricecake Tyrant sadly wiped his eyes using its paws and claws: "Whoop..."

The Emperor was indeed a bad, bad thing!

Since coke could not be replaced, Taxian-Jun began to think of other ideas.

"Tell this venerable one, besides coke, what else can I give you for more exquisite and valuable monster utensils?"

Ricecake Tyrant choked. Even though it didn't want to answer, it had to: "...The Emperor can first grope for themselves and try four things for a change.

Taxian-Jun frowned: "Mo-zongshi tried it like this?"

"Well." Ricecake Tyrant bowed grievantly. "You used your clothes during the first two days and exchanged them into a flower field."

"So... So he took off his clothes…" He murmured, pinched his chin and thought for a while, feeling that he could not lose to himself.

So he also took off his robe and handed it to the Ricecake Tyrant.

"This is the dress of this venerable one. Take a good look at it and see what you can exchange?"

Ricecake Tyrant held up his clothes and examined them up and down for a long time. It also took its time to reply. Just when Taxian-Jun was a little impatient, he hesitated to poke half of its head against the lotus leaf from behind its clothes.

"Emperor, exchanging, exchanging the forest is not by my own decision. Four rules, if the exchange of rough things was not your intention, can you stop pinching my neck..."

"Say less nonsense then. What on earth can I exchange?!"

The voices of ricecakes and bullies were like mosquitoes singing: "...Keep natural, pollution-free and pollution-free... Wash, wash water..."

Taxian-Jun thought he had misheard, "Foot wash water?"

"Four... Four washes of hanging water..." Ricecake Tyrant looked like a weeping lady, and then it continued, "Three days in a wash.. In March, nourish the essence of natural herbs. You, you will be more powerful and stronger than now."

Taxian-Jun was stiff, he then felt like he looked like the bottom of a pot and said furiously, "I'm sorry to hear that." "Do you want to die?!"

"Whoop no! I don't want to!!!!" Ricecake Tyrant shook its head and burst into tears.

"Why can he change the sea of flowers but mine was changed into washing water! Do I look like I need this kind of thing? Ah??!"

"Whoop you don't need it!"

"Then think of something else! Can you change it for another one?'

"No..."

Taxian-Jun glared at it with eyes filled with curses, Ricecake Tyrant cried out repeatedly: "No, four, I am not the one to decide! We also have rules in the demon clan!"

"What rules are not changeable? You are so absurd, believe it or not, this venerable one will kill you!"

"It will be useless for you if you throw me away. You will also lose your guide!"

"You...!"

Taxian-Jun choked as he suppressed his anger.

"Alright, forget it!" In the face of great events, he had to endure the sea and the sky for a while.

He also needed to depend on this ricecake to defeat his opponent, Mo-zongshi.

Thus he forced himself to swallow a lot of the dirty words that were about to be spit out and tried to be calm. However, he soon gritted his teeth and asked, "Then tell this venerable one immediately, what do you want to receive in exchange for something good?." He pointed to the field that was almost completely built. "To get better materials than these?"

"I, I can't ramble too much..." The Ricecake Tyrant choked.

The Emperor of Taxian-Jun jumped violently as veins almost broke out through his muscles. He threatened angrily, "Never say that or this venerable one will really cut you!"

"Whoop!"

There was no way out.

In order not to be knocked out flat and be made as sweet-scented osmanthus candy ricecake to be eaten, the Ricecake Tyrant had to sit on the stump, choking on tears and reveal the echangement tips to Taxian-Jun.

It took so much time to search in its pocket using its plump little small hand. It soon pulled out a tattered little book made out of bark then handed it to Taxian-Jun grievantly. Where else can it display a little swaggering other than in front of Mo-zongshi? Taxian-Jun wasn't the polite type either. He took the book and flipped two pages.

"Goddess of the Flower... This is not good. You can't be too happy in front of Chu Wanning."

"Supreme cook... It's not interesting either. The craftsmanship of this venerable one is much better than that of the cook. No one else has to do it."

Frowning disdainfully for a good amount of time, Taxian-Jun was suddenly attracted to one of them.

"Flowering rain - a cloud, will float over the pastoral courtyard after acquisition, constantly sprinkle petals down."

Taxian-Jun, who had an amazing taste, read the praises of the festival and said, "Okay, this is good, how can I exchange into this?"

The Ricecake Tyrant stretched out its paws weakly before turning a page for him.

Behind it wrote the following words:

Exchange terms: Living people.

Taxian-Jun instantly widened his eyes: "Living people? Live sacrifices?"

"...Don't think, think so bloodily." The Ricecake Tyrant buzzed and said, "Just grab someone and shut them inside the box... Shut them in, it rains. Let them go, it stops. Very literary and civilized!"

"Then why shut people in?"

Ricecake Tyrant poked his soft little finger with some embarrassment: "Because there is no other person in the box, in fact, the fourth year cake in our village can run around with the door. Grab and catch them, so that everyone can visit."

"You, demons, need visitors?"

Ricecake Tyrant continued to rub his hands with embarrassment: "Four or four ah."

"That's a great story! How could this venerable one do such absurd things! "

Ricecake Tyrant: "You can also exchange them for these. These things that are exchanged with living people are of the highest level, but you can also change the level of..."

"Wait a minute."

As soon as Taxian-Jun heard about the highest level, he raised his hand and interrupted it. "Are all the living people the best?"

"Yes, yes."

Taxian-Jun snapped shut the tattered bark book and embraced it with his arms with righteousness.

"Whom are you going to catch?"

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Chu Wanning thought Mo Ran was acting abnormal these days.

First it was Mo-zongshi, staying awake in the middle of the night, lying naked on the ground and pressing Goutou.

Then it was Taxian-Jun. He confined himself mysteriously in the kitchen for almost the whole day, saying that he was going to make pie, but when lunch time came, he didn't even toss the flour into the bowl. When Chu Wanning asked him what he had been doing for so long, he answered that he was thinking about life.

What was more odd is that Taxian-Jun only appears once in three days. He likes to be entangled with him most on weekdays. Although he occasionally went downhill in the daytime and made some secrets of his own, he would always return before dinner, bringing back a jar of good wine or a box of snacks in his hand. He would usually try not to be embarrassed as he offered them to Chu Wanning.

But today was different. Not only did they not eat the pie at noon, but Taxian-Jun wanted to boil some noodles before Taxian-Jun announced that he would be going out.

Chu Wanning asked, "What do you want to eat in the evening? Let me do it."

Taxian-Jun hesitated for a moment. It seemed that he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle. At last, he said abnormally, "No, this venerable one will come back very late tonight. You don't have to wait. You can go to bed early."

Chu Wanning open his phoenix eyes wide.

This was...

Seven years itch?

But seven years didn't seem to have arrived yet, or has it already passed?

—— That was it. Chu Wanning completely forgot that his birthday was coming.

But in fact, for the former Chu Wanning, birthdays were not a particularly beautiful thing. When he was a child and was with Huai Zhiu in Wubei Temple, in the first few years, he would deliberately give him some small things to play with and some pastries on this day. Every time, he would be very happy to hold a wooden sword or a sweet snack. He would always look at the monk, smiling and saying "Thank you, Shizun. Shizun treats me very well."

Huai Zhui's look at that time seemed to be pricked somewhere.

But at that time, Chu Wanning did not know that he was bearing the pain of guilt inside.

Later, from a certain year on, Huai Zhui suddenly stopped giving him birthday gifts. Of course, snacks and other things would still often happen. The monk would pull them out by magic from his broad and elegant sleeves, but would not necessarily wait until the day of his birthday.

Chu Wanning thought that if he grew up, he would not celebrate his birthday every year.

He wondered if it was correct to cherish sin. After a while, the Master looked at the evergreen giant cypress in the Zen Temple all year round and touched the head of Chu Wanning. He said, "Yes, Wanning is very big. In a few years, it will be a weak crown."

At that time, he did not look into Chu Wanning's eyes. When he said these words, he kept looking at the twilight sun.

A bright red reflection on the horizon was in the monk's eyes.

Like blood.

Chu Wanning had no reason to feel guilty. His face was very complex. He was not deep into the world. He had seen many stories only in books, but he never found a concrete expression in his life. At that moment, he seemed to realize that his guilty face was half cruel and half sad.

Chu Wanning didn't know why his Master had such an expression when he mentioned his weak crown, but maybe he just felt blocked and saddened by the sorrow of being guilty.

He stood up, while the guilty man was still sitting next to him. He had the courage to touch the guilty man's bald head and coax the great monk in front of him clumsily.

"Master, don't be unhappy. When I am weak, I will give you my birthday."

There was a stiffness of guilt as he dropped his head.

Chu Wanning did not see his face in the shadows at that time.

Half of the time with guilt, he laughed hoarsely and said, "No grown-up man can celebrate this day... Only a child can." After the pause, Chu Wanning got up before he could continue.

The broad monk's robes and gowns floated in the evening breeze. At that time, the monk's figure was so tall. When he stood up, he covered all the oblique sunshine bloodstains that fell on Chu Wanning.

"It's not too early. There's something I need to do. You... Goodbye, junior disciple."

He left without looking back.

Later, after a long period of more than 20 years, Chu Wanning never received a sentence of "Happy Birthday". No one has ever wished him for another year, wishing him well for the rest of his life.

Until returning to Nanping.

Until this time, he finally had his own life stability. Mo Ran would sincerely celebrate his birthday, wanting to make up for the past years. Unfortunately, this concern was already too late. Chu Wanning had been used to being forgotten during the loneliness of the past.

He was used to forgetting himself.

Yuheng Elder, who can't even remember the "birthday" at all, frowned in the courtyard and fell into deep thought. What happened to Mo Ran?

Was there anything he's been unhappy about lately?

Or was there something big going on outside?

Otherwise, no matter whether it was Mo-zongshi or Taxian-Jun, they were both very strange these days...