Chapter 72: This Venerable One Stews Soup

At night, the two of them were lying on the spacious stone bed. The time spent under house arrest was really hard to bear. They had practiced martial arts and eaten, but there was nothing else to do.

They walked around in the small cave. Chu Wanning was still calm, but Mo Ran was different. He felt like every day was like a year.

"Sigh, it's so boring. What are we playing?

What are we playing? "

Chu Wanning closed his eyes and said, "Sleep."

"It's still early." Mo Ran looked at the hourglass and shook his head. "It's still early."

Chu Wanning ignored him.

Mo Ran rolled around on the bed and suddenly pulled his face.

"Junior."

"… …"

"Junior ~"

"… …"

"Junior!!"

Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes and said angrily, "What are you doing!?"

Mo Ran shamelessly pulled his hand and shook it back and forth. "Play with me."

"… … Are you or am I the junior?" Chu Wanning was unable to restrain his anger and shook off his hand. "Who's playing with you!?"

Mo Ran smiled sweetly. He was truly shameless as he said, "Of course it's you who will accompany me in my nonsense.

Who else could it be? "

Chu Wanning, "… …"

The headband was removed from Mo Ran's head. It was a red and narrow string with both ends tied together. It was stretched between Mo Ran's fingers and formed a unique knot.

In the end, Chu Wan-ning sat up on the bed and asked in a bad temper, "What is this?

How do you play with it? "

"This is a flower rope.

Girls usually play with it, but boys usually don't play with it. But didn't I grow up in a music hall?

There were many girls there, so I learned how to play. "

"… …"

"It's actually quite interesting. Look, you hook this string on your finger … … No, not this one, it's your pinky finger. Yes, that's it.

Then, use your thumb and index finger to hook the two threads over there … "Mo Ran said slowly and quietly. He was very patient and calm.

The candlelight crackled, and the warm yellow light shone on their silhouettes. One was big and one was small. They lowered their heads and circled around the red string made by the hair tie. Their expressions couldn't help but gradually become gentle.

Under Mo Ran's guidance, Chu Wanning's hand held the string tightly. She had tried to figure out a pattern under Mo Ran's guidance. Unexpectedly, she made a mistake. When the red string changed hands, she pulled it back. Instead of creating a new pattern, she pulled it back to its original pattern, two simple strings.

He stared blankly, his hand still raised in the air, but he muttered with a puzzled expression, "Why did it scatter?

How could this be … "

"Haha, you got it wrong again."

"… Again."

"No, no, no." Mo Ran laughed. "It's no fun to always play one game. Let's change to something else."

"No." This time, it was Chu Wanning's turn to be unhappy. He said solemnly, "One more time."

"…"

The two stayed in the cave for three days. On the night of the fourth day, Mo Ran prepared to make some delicious food for Chu Wanning as usual.

These few days, he had already figured out some tricks. This little martial brother of his was indeed from the same hometown as his master. Their likes and dislikes for food were exactly the same.

Tonight, the feathermen sent a hen and a few mushrooms.

Mo Ran planned to make a pot of chicken soup with fresh mushrooms. Adding some noodles that he made himself, the taste should not be too bad.

"Are we having chicken soup tonight?"

"Yes." Mo Ran answered, and glanced sideways at Chu Wanning.

Although this child was exceptionally gifted in martial arts, he was completely unable to grasp the knack of the Flipping Flower Rope. Furthermore, he was extremely stubborn and stubborn. When he had nothing to do, he would pick up the Flipping Flower Rope and ponder over it. His stubborn appearance made people unable to help but laugh.

Mo Ran smiled and said, "You can sit at the side and play slowly. However, I'm afraid that by the time I'm done with the soup, you still haven't figured out the rope."

Chu Wanning snorted coldly, paused, and said indifferently, "Among the remaining ingredients, are there any slices of ginger?"

"Let me see … Oh, there are. There are a lot of them. Yesterday, I gave you a bunch of ginger."

Chu Wanning said satisfactorily, "Put more in to get rid of the smell."

Mo Ran rubbed his chin, "Oh … Don't tell me you want to put in some wolfberries?"

Chu Wanning's eyes lit up, "Do I?"

"Pfft.

Of course not. I just feel that you and master have similar tastes.

He also likes to put ginger and wolfberries in his soup. "

"… Do you remember what he likes to eat?"

"Haha, yes, yes. I'm very obedient." Mo Ran was too lazy to explain further. He could not possibly talk about past and present lives to his little martial brother, right?

So he went along with the flow and said, "I'm a good disciple of the twenty-four filial piety. It's a pity that master can't see that I have a pure and innocent heart. I admire him with every punch."

As Mo Ran spoke casually, he began to process the meat. Thus, he perfectly missed Chu Wanning's expression. He quickly plucked the feathers and removed the organs. Just as he was preparing to boil water to get rid of the bloodstains, he suddenly heard his little martial brother say softly, "He might not necessarily not know."

"What?"

When Chu Wanning saw Mo Ran look up, the tips of his ears suddenly turned red. He turned his head and coughed dryly a few times, saying, "I said that you treat Elder Yu Heng well. He might not necessarily not know."

"Oh, that. Actually, it doesn't matter.

In any case, I'm used to it. Although there are times when I fantasize that he can be like other masters and tell me some intimate things, or that he occasionally knows what I like to eat like I know what he likes to eat.

But that's all in the past.

When I first entered the sect, I was blinded by his beautiful appearance and thought that he was a gentle person. Now that I think about it, it's really … Ai, he's too high to reach and has to deal with a myriad of affairs every day. How would I dare to enter his eyes? Haha, ahahahaha. "

When Chu Wanning heard this, he was a little angry. However, when he thought about it carefully, although he was usually concerned about Mo Ran, he did indeed always put on a distant attitude. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed and silently lowered his head.

After a while, he jumped off the bed and silently walked to Mo Ran's side.

"What are you doing?"

"You've been cooking for several days. Today's meal is simple. It's my turn to cook for you."

Mo Ran was stunned and then smiled, saying, "Why do you suddenly have this idea?

You're so small, how can you cook?

You can't even reach the stove.

What's more, I'm your martial brother. Since you call me that, a few meals is nothing. "

Chu Wanning moved a stool over and stood on it without making a sound. He stubbornly looked at him.

Mo Ran, "… Why are you staring at me?"

"You want to see if I can get the stove."

"… …"

"Elder Yu Heng doesn't know what you like to eat, but I'm not as heartless as him." Chu Wanning expressionlessly said, "Go rest, I'll cook for you."

After busying for half a day, Chu Wanning didn't let Mo Ran interfere. Instead, he fiercely held the kitchen knife and cut up the hen's carcass with a fierce look in his eyes. His expression was focused and his movements were stiff. The scene was unbearable to look at.

Mo Ran originally wanted to help, but his martial brother's bad temper was very similar to his master's. When he was focused on doing something, he hated to be disturbed. Thus, after asking for a few snubs, Mo Ran could only scratch his head and lie on the bed in a daze to rest.

The chicken was finally in the pot. Chu Wanning covered the pot with mud. Just as he was about to turn around and say something to Mo Ran, he suddenly heard a soft voice coming from the entrance of the prison.

"Mo Ran, Martial Brother Xia, are you here?"

When Mo Ran heard this voice, it was as if he was struck by lightning. He immediately jumped off the bed and rushed to the entrance. Through the gap, he first saw a featherman coldly standing outside. However, when he turned his gaze, he saw Shi Mei standing behind her. He was dressed in plain white and had a worried expression on his face. He couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Shi Mei!

You … Why are you here? "

"I have something to tell you."

Shi Mei said, "The Lord has already received the report and rushed over to the Peach Blossom Spring. He is currently negotiating with the feathermen.

How are you? Have you suffered these past few days? "

"I'm very good. I can eat, drink, and jump." Mo Ran paused for a moment, then asked, "Where's Master?

Where is he? "

"He said that he is still in closed-door cultivation and has not come."

"Oh …" Mo Ran's eyes flickered. He sighed and muttered to himself, "It's good that he doesn't come … It's good that he doesn't come."

"However, Elder Xuanji is here. He said that he is here to vouch for Martial Brother Xia." Shi Mei asked, "Is Martial Brother Xia sleeping?"

Mo Ran said, "No, he is making soup.

Martial Brother — Come here quickly! "

Chu Wanning put down the small bamboo fan that he used to fan the fire. He walked to the door and looked at the two people outside. He did not have a surprised expression. He asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

Before Shi Mei could say anything, the featherman snorted and asked, "Isn't it because the people from your Life and Death Summit have come? Your Master said that he wants to protect you and is currently negotiating with our Immortal Sovereign."

"… My Master?"

"Elder Xuanji."

"Oh." Chu Wanning paused for a moment. He said expressionlessly, "Very good."

The featherman curled his lips and said, "You two can come out. All the Supremes have already gathered at the Dew Pavilion and are waiting to hear your explanations."

Chu Wanning turned around and looked at the chicken soup that was currently being cooked. He said, "I'm not going. The soup is halfway done. I can't leave.

Mo Ran, you go on my behalf. "

When the featherman heard this, he thought to himself that he was indeed a child who was still wet behind the ears. His words were actually so unreliable. Thus, he laughed coldly and threatened him, "If you don't go, you will miss the chance to explain yourself. If the verdict is that you killed Miss Eighteen, you will have to pay with your life and lose your head."

Unexpectedly, Chu Wanning was not afraid at all. Instead, his expression was indifferent. He looked at him coldly, turned around and left.

Shi Mei wanted to stop him, but Mo Ran smiled and shook his head, "Let him be. I'll go."

"But Elder Xuanji came from afar. If he doesn't go and greet him, it would be impolite …"

Before Mo Ran could say anything, Chu Wanning said from afar, "Martial Brother Mo, please send my regards to Master."

"…" He had said it so softly, but he was still heard. Shi Mei couldn't help but feel awkward. He cleared his throat and waited for the featherman to open the brambles outside the prison. He then pulled Mo Ran and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Chu Wanning turned around and called him, "Martial Brother."

"Martial Brother, have you changed your mind and want to go with me?" Mo Ran smiled and asked.

Chu Wanning waved his sleeves and said, "I won't go.

I'm here to remind you to come back early. If you're late, the soup will be cold. It won't taste good. "

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment and laughed, "Alright, wait for me."

"Okay."

Chu Wanning didn't say anything else. He waited until Mo Ran had walked far away and disappeared around the corner. Only then did he turn around and focus on boiling the soup.

The Dew Pavilion wasn't far from the prison. On the way there, Shi Mei asked, "Mo Ran, you seem to have gotten closer to Martial Brother Xia these days?"

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Yes, we've gone through thick and thin together.

Why, Shi Mei, are you jealous of a child? "

"… You're spouting nonsense."

"Hahaha, Shi Mei, don't worry. The one I like the most is still Shi Mei. It won't change."

"… Don't talk nonsense. I just feel that Martial Brother Xia is a little strange …"

"Strange?

Oh … "Mo Ran thought for a moment and nodded," He is quite strange. "

"You feel it too?"

"Yes." Mo Ran smiled and said, "He speaks like an adult at such a young age. His mana shouldn't be underestimated.

In addition, I haven't had the time to tell you about the bizarre things that happened in the illusion.

Do you know?

I suspect that he's a distant relative of our Master. "

Shi Mei's eyes moved slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

"We saw a person in the illusion. He was the son of the governor of Lin 'an two hundred years ago. His surname was also Chu and he looked very much like our Master. He had a son, and his appearance was also …"

Just as he was about to get to the crux of the matter, he suddenly heard a burst of curses in front of him. He looked up and saw Xue Meng striding over with an angry look on his face. He kept on cursing, "Bastard!

Beast!

You shameless dog! "