Article 517

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Not long before the last retreat, he had just had a conflict with Chu Wanning because of "picking flowers". He was a little discouraged after being punished by Chu Wanning, so the master retreated for ten days, and he did not accompany him for a day. Instead, he ran to help his uncle organize the library.

Thinking about those years, Mo Ran felt uneasy and immediately said: "I'll go see him."

"You don't need to go. He said it before entering the customs. Just like last time, let Xue Meng stay for the first three days, Shi Mo stay for the middle three days, and you can go and accompany him for the last four days."

"I just want to take a look at him..."

"What's so good about this?" Xue Zhengyong said with a smile, "Last time we crossed this pass, it was Master Meng who accompanied us, so what else do you have to worry about? What's more, when you passed by, Meng'er saw you. I have to talk to you, it won’t be good if I disturb Yu Heng.”

Mo Ran thought about it, so he agreed not to go, but he didn't fall asleep that night. Thinking of Xue Mengzheng and Chu Wanning being alone in the Red Lotus Pavilion, he felt sour in his heart, especially uncomfortable.

Of course he knew that Xue Meng was pure and had no interest in men, but he just felt uncomfortable and awkward. He tossed and turned for most of the night, and finally managed to sleep for an hour or two when it was dawn.

After waking up, Mo Ran felt that it was not possible.

He still couldn't help it. He wanted to see Allen Chu, even if he took a look from a distance.

Although the gate of the Red Lotus Water Pavilion is closed and barriers are everywhere, Mo Ran is Chu Wanning's apprentice, and the barrier will not stop him. As for the chai door made of green bamboo, it is just a decoration. Mo Ran's Qinggong is swept away , and landed smoothly in the courtyard. Every time Chu Wanning meditates and practices, he is used to being in a green bamboo pavilion deep in the lotus pond, and this should be the same.

Sure enough, from a distance, I saw the mist pool, the lotus leaves in it, the elegant bamboo pavilion with gauze blowing on all sides, Chu Wanning sitting on the ground in silence, white clothes spread all over the ground.

Xue Meng stood next to him. He probably felt that the sun was shining brightly outside, so he tied up the snow gauze on one side so that the master could also get some warm sunshine. The winter morning light flowed into the pavilion, illuminating Chu Wanning's slightly pale face. He probably felt the warmth while meditating, and his face gradually gained some color.

After a while, Chu Wanning gradually began to sweat on his forehead due to the daily cycle. Xue Meng wiped him with the white towel next to him. After wiping, he couldn't help but look up and looked around. He muttered: "It's so strange, why do I feel like someone is staring at me..."

The ink burns not to stare, but to stare.

His expression seemed calm, but in fact his heart was filled with turmoil.

He felt that Xue Meng held the handkerchief and wiped Chu Wanning's forehead for a little longer, the distance was a little closer, and the eyes were a little ambiguous - in short, all kinds of unfounded charges were thrown at Xue Meng, he just wasn't shy and impatient. Depressed.

Depressed and depressed, Mo Ran couldn't bear it. He didn't want to stay here and suffer, and planned to leave.

But he couldn't control it, and the sound under his feet was louder. Xue Meng immediately threw out a plum blossom dart filled with cold light and spiritual power, and shouted sternly: "Who?!"

The Plum Blossom Dart was a trivial matter, and I caught it with my bare hands, but when I heard him shout like this, Mo Ran's heart almost rose to his throat. He hurriedly rushed out of the bamboo forest, passed over the lotus pond, and jumped lightly into the bamboo pavilion. .

Xue Meng's eyes widened and he said in astonishment: "How did you -"

"Be gentle." Mo Ran immediately covered his mouth and lowered his voice, "Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"Uh-huh--uh!" Xue Meng struggled for a long time, and suddenly broke out of Mo Ran's hand. His face turned red, and he angrily stroked his scattered hair and said angrily, "You still talking about me? What are you looking at hiding in the bushes like a little thief?"

"...I'm just afraid that you'll make as much noise as you do now."

"I shouted to the master but he couldn't hear me!" Xue Meng said angrily, "The sound-absorbing curse, didn't you see that the master has cast the sound-absorbing curse on yourself? Unless you remove his curse, otherwise you are facing him He can't hear what you are saying even if you shout..."

He was yelling, and Mo Ran was stunned for a moment: "The Silence Curse? Then why did uncle say he was afraid that I would come over and disturb you?"

"My dad must think that you are too tired just after you returned from Yizhou, and he wants you to rest by yourself first." Xue Meng said speechlessly, "You also believe what he said, and I don't know whether to think about it first, which retreat did Master take? You didn't cast this or that spell on yourself first so that we could feel more comfortable around you, but you didn't even use your brain, you are so stupid."

Mo Ran: "..."

Seeing that Mo Ran was about to sit down in the pavilion, Xue Meng hurriedly pulled him: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Mo Ran said: "In this case, I will keep it."

Xue Meng said: "Who wants you to keep it? I agreed to guard the first three days, and you have to behave with the master again. Take a walk and don't take my job."

"Can you take care of him well on your own?"

"Why can't I take good care of him? It's not the first time I've taken care of Master in retreat."

Seeing that Xue Meng was angry, Mo Ran didn't know what to say. He hesitated for a while and was about to leave. Suddenly he saw the tea cup on the table. The leaves were wide and dark in color. He smelled a light blending fragrance and asked: "Kunlun Snow cold tea produced?"

"Huh? How do you know?"

"..." How could he not know that this tea is Xue Meng's favorite drink? Xue Meng is always willing to give his most beloved things to the master, but he has not thought carefully about these things. Whether it fits or not, whether you like it or not.

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