Chapter 194: Shizun, Am I Not the Little Sister You Love?

Chu Wanning was a bit full from eating, so he angrily said, "Marry what? You're a man, aren't you ashamed to say such things …"

Mo Ran's smile became even brighter. "Then, if you're not marrying me, then I'm marrying you?"

Chu Wanning became even more angry. Not only was he angry, but he was also ashamed.

Even if he was beaten to death, he would never tell Mo Ran that the appearance of the colored gourd was the pale-skinned Mo Ran that he had once dreamt of.

He would never tell Mo Ran that in that dream, they were entangled and sweaty as they made love intensely.

As the saying goes, people need face, and trees need bark. One of the most important things in this world was Elder Yu Heng's face.

Thus, Chu Wanning flicked his sleeves and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, you'll leave now. You're not allowed to stay here any longer."

This time, Mo Ran really did behave. He pursed his lips, as if he was wronged, but he was still obedient. He looked at Chu Wanning with his dark eyes, then rubbed the tip of his nose against Chu Wanning's cheek. He said in a very gentle and coquettish manner, "Oh, then I won't ask anything. Good Shizun, don't chase me away."

"Shizun is Shizun, don't call me 'good'." Chu Wanning's heart softened at his words. He couldn't resist, but he still pushed Mo Ran's head away. He said with a straight face, "Don't call me that."

"But if I just call you Shizun, it's not intimate at all."

"Is it?"

Mo Ran patiently said, "Look, I call you Shizun in front of others. If I also call you Shizun when we're alone, how boring would that be, right?"

Chu Wanning didn't fall for it. "Wrong."

"… …" Mo Ran's first move didn't work, so he changed to another one. He pulled Chu Wanning and called, "Shizun, Shizun, Shizun." Every call was so sweet that it made Chu Wanning's hair stand on end. In the end, Chu Wanning couldn't take it anymore and threw a book at Mo Ran's face.

"Shut up."

The scroll was very thick, but it was very light and did not hurt when it was hit.

Mo Ran smiled as he took down the book, revealing the handsome face behind it. "I'm afraid that I'll get used to calling you that and accidentally call you Shizun in front of others. So, let's think of another name. "

Chu Wanning furrowed his brows. "If you call me something else, won't you get used to it? Why do you run in front of others and call them that?"

Mo Ran sighed. "Why don't you take the bait?"

"…" Chu Wanning was stung by the description of biting the bait. He became more and more displeased. He lowered his head and sorted out his book, no longer paying attention to his disciple who was lying on the table and blowing at the stray hair in front of him.

After a few moments of peace, Mo Ran said dejectedly, "I wanted to get some benefits from Shizun."

"Hmm?"

"Shi Mei and Xue Meng both call you Shizun. I also call you Shizun. There's no difference. I, I don't want much. I just want something different … something that only I can call you. "

Chu Wanning stopped what he was doing and straightened up to look at him.

"I won't call you that often." Mo Ran's thick and long eyelashes drooped down, casting a small shadow on the side of his nose. "Just occasionally … can't I?"

"…"

"If you really can't, then forget it." Mo Ran looked more and more disappointed. "If you don't want to call me that, then don't call me that."

In the end, Chu Wanning gave in.

Probably because he was ten years older than Mo Ran, he still couldn't resist the coaxing and pestering of young people and acted like a spoiled child.

He looked at the handsome man who smiled brilliantly after he nodded and suddenly felt that he had been deceived.

He seemed to be fierce all the time, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws. But in the end, he was always the one who compromised and obeyed Mo Ran.

He was a fish. After going around in circles for so long, he finally got dizzy and bit the hook called Mo Ran.

"What should I call you?" Hook asked.

Chu Wanning stammered, "Anything."

"How can you be casual? This is a very important matter."

Mo Ran racked his brains for a long time, but his mind was blank. He even felt a little vulgar, so he could only say, "Baby?"

Chu Wanning immediately thought of that dream and couldn't bear it. "Don't."

"Chu Lang?"

Chu Wanning was really disgusted. He asked with a gloomy face, "… Then do you need me to call you Sister Ran?"

"Hahaha, that's not very good." Mo Ran scratched his head and laughed for a while. He then frowned and pondered. But he always thought too hard, so it was still terrible. "Chu Lang Darling?"

After saying that, he couldn't bear it anymore. He held his forehead and felt a little hopeless.

Chu Wanning saw him like this and couldn't help but laugh. "Don't think about it. What's the point of thinking about it so hard? It's awkward. "

Mo Ran felt that what he said made sense, but he couldn't accept it. In the end, he smiled and said, "Then in the future, I'll think about it carefully and think of the most suitable one for you."

After a pause, he pulled Chu Wanning, who was standing at the side and reading a book, over. He held onto the back of Chu Wanning's neck and let him sit on his lap. He stared at Chu Wanning for a while.

Chu Wanning was a little uneasy. "What are you doing …"

Mo Ran sighed and muttered, "No matter how many times I look, I can't help it."

"What nonsense … Mmm …"

Before he could finish speaking, his lips were covered. Mo Ran's warm and moist lips touched his, sweet and fragrant. He hugged the person on his lap, and the two kissed intimately in the chair. It was raining outside, and the sound of the rain covered the sticky and shy sounds of their tongues intertwining.

When they separated, Chu Wanning slowly opened his moist eyes. He wanted to look at Mo Ran, but he didn't dare to.

Mo Ran smiled. He knew that he was thin-skinned, so he couldn't help but hold him in his arms. He stroked him, his heart beating wildly.

"Actually, I can call you anything."

"En?"

"It's nothing." Mo Ran smiled. In the end, he only said, "Shizun is the best."

Chu Wanning leaned on his shoulder. This feeling was very sweet, but he didn't know what to do.

He sat on Mo Ran's lap and could clearly feel that hard and hot thing. He felt like his head was smoking.

After a while, he said softly, "Why are you …"

"Cough, it's nothing."

"… I'll help you …" After saying this, Chu Wanning's face was burning.

Mo Ran hurriedly said, "No need, Shizun still has to go to the Council of Elders in a while."

Chu Wanning glanced at the hourglass. "There's about a cup of tea's time left, it should …"

Mo Ran said awkwardly, "It's not enough."

"En?"

"… It can't be done."

Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment. When he reacted, his face became even redder.

He hurriedly got up from Mo Ran's lap and took a step back.

After he took a step back, he was a bit annoyed. He probably felt that he was acting like a coward, so he took another step forward.

Mo Ran found it funny. He sat on the chair and didn't hide it. Even though he was covered by clothes, the places he wanted to look at were still horrifying and could take a person's life.

"I won't tease you anymore." In the end, Mo Ran grabbed his wrist. He originally wanted to pull him over and kiss his lips, but Chu Wanning's taste was so tempting. He was afraid that if he touched Chu Wanning, he wouldn't be able to control himself. So in the end, he just held Chu Wanning's hand.

He put the hand to his lips and looked at Chu Wanning. Then he lowered his eyelashes and kissed him. It was very sincere.

In the end, he lightly licked the back of Chu Wanning's hand.

"Shizun, you're so sweet."

The rain in Sichuan had been falling intermittently for half a month. Today, it finally cleared up and a good sun could be seen.

Mo Ran stepped on the deep and shallow ponds and walked in the bamboo forest. Morning cultivation resumed today, but Chu Wanning didn't come. He heard that he went to the back of the mountain to teach Xuanji's stupid disciples how to throw plum blossom darts.

Before he reached the shooting range, he heard Chu Wanning's cold voice. "Relax your hands. Hold the plum blossom darts between your index and ring fingers. Release your spiritual power from your fingertips and let it flow to the tip of your fingers. When the edges emit a golden light, throw it at the target."

"Sha —"

Just by listening to the sound, Mo Ran knew that the disciples missed again. They all lamented.

"God, it's really difficult."

"Elder, can you show it to us again?"

Chu Wanning said, "When the golden light is emitted, the plum blossom darts will be slightly hot. Feel it carefully, don't look at it with your eyes."

"Can you throw it accurately without looking?"

Before Chu Wanning could answer, he heard a laughing voice behind him. "Of course I can throw it accurately."

Chu Wanning turned around. "Why are you here?"

The new disciples said, "Senior Brother Mo."

Among them was an extremely delicate and cute female disciple. When she saw Mo Ran, she blushed and hurriedly cupped her hands.

Mo Ran didn't pay much attention to Xuanji's disciples. Instead, he went straight to Chu Wanning and said, "Shizun, why don't you blindfold them and show them?"

"… Okay."

After getting permission, Mo Ran took off the snow blue hair band on his head. It was three fingers wide and wrapped in front of Chu Wanning's eyes. The hair band was tight, but it didn't hurt. The silk felt like flowing water. The hair band fluttered slightly in the wind.

Chu Wanning said, "Plum blossom darts."

One of Xuanji's disciples came forward and handed his plum blossom dart to Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning said, "Three."

"Huh?" Although the disciple was puzzled, he still took out two more from his concealed weapon pouch and gave them to him. Chu Wanning's slender and cold white fingers rubbed the cold metal texture of the plum blossom dart. He pursed his lips and didn't say a word. He didn't stay for long. With a flick of his finger, the dart flew out from between his fingers.

"Clang! Clang! "

A crisp sound rang out.

"Aiya, it hit! The target's heart is red! But there's only one. "

Chu Wanning didn't say anything. Mo Ran said indifferently, "There are two more in the target behind you."

The new disciples didn't believe him. They all turned around to look. As a result, they were all horrified. The remaining two iron darts, one on the left and one on the right, were deeply embedded in the target in the opposite direction. They hit the bullseye.

In the rustling bamboo forest, the first rays of dawn flowed. Xuanji's disciples were so shocked that they couldn't speak. Chu Wanning raised his hand and took off the snow blue ribbon covering his eyes. His phoenix eyes slightly opened and his eyelashes fluttered.

He returned the ribbon to Mo Ran and said, "The first sound just now was the sound of the three plum blossom darts colliding in the air. If you control your spiritual energy well, you can cause two of the darts to be repelled and fly in the opposite direction. During a battle, you can often catch your opponent off guard and gain the upper hand."

The disciples looked at each other. Suddenly, a young disciple shouted with a longing expression, "Elder, how, how do we practice this? Do you have a trick? "

Chu Wanning said, "Mo Ran, let them see your hand."

Mo Ran smiled and stretched out his hand. The young disciples gathered in a group, fighting to see what secret Mo Ran's hand had. In the end, after looking for a long time, they couldn't see anything. Instead, the female cultivator looked at him, her heart beating wildly and her eyes shining brightly.

She and a few of her sisters had just entered the sect. Their hearts were still not calm, so they often went to the foot of the mountain to buy some leisure books. The book that Chu Wanning read a while ago, they had also privately read it. When the girls saw the size ranking, they were both embarrassed and surprised. They laughed and joked around, laughing at each other. However, they also quietly discussed this matter in the disciples' room.

"I heard that the longer a man's fingers, the more majestic that place is." A big breasted and bold Senior Sister said, "Next time, if I have the chance, I'll go to the Meng Po Lobby to eat. I'll squeeze behind Senior Brother Mo and see how big his hand is."

In the end, that Senior Sister really did squeeze. In order to get behind Mo Ran, she ran in a hurry and accidentally knocked over the soup bowl, splashing half of the hot soup on him.

The girl's small mouth slightly opened. She was stunned and embarrassed. Just as she didn't know what to do, she saw a slender and well-proportioned hand take away her bowl, which was still dripping hot soup, and put it back on the table. Then, a new bowl was replaced.

"Don't knock it over again. It's not good to waste it."

Hearing his deep and magnetic voice, that Senior Sister didn't even dare to raise her head. Her face flushed red, and her head was steaming like the soup in the bowl.

From beginning to end, she only dared to secretly look at Mo Ran. She looked at his waist, his strong lines, his wide chest, and of course, she looked at his hands the most …

"Top quality."

After she came back, she couldn't say a word of praise. In the end, she could only come up with this word to describe it.

At that time, all the Junior Sisters in the room didn't say anything. They pursed their lips, and their hearts were all hot and full of fanciful and charming fantasies.

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted her recollection.

"What did you see?"

A disciple said, "Elder, please forgive this disciple. This disciple is slow-witted and really can't see anything."

"Senior Brother Mo's hand seems to be especially strong?"

Everyone was talking at once. When it was her turn, she blushed. In a moment of nervousness, she blurted out, "His fingers are very long."

"?"

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what they were looking at. He simply withdrew his hand, scratched his head, and looked at Chu Wanning.

Although Chu Wanning didn't know what long fingers represented, he wasn't a slow-witted person. He glanced at the female disciple's shy appearance and vaguely understood that it wasn't something good. His face gradually darkened. He flicked his sleeve and coldly said, "What nonsense are you looking at?"

Seeing the anger between his eyebrows, the disciples were frightened and couldn't help but lower their heads.

Mo Ran felt the atmosphere become stiff. He didn't want Chu Wanning to be said to be unreasonable later, so he smiled and took the initiative to say, "It's a cocoon."

After he said this, he glanced at Chu Waning and said, "She's not going to make a fuss.

"Rub the fingertips, form a cocoon, and rub it again. After repeating this for nearly a hundred times, you can accurately control your spiritual power. There are no shortcuts."

After practicing with them until noon, most of the disciples had roughly grasped the basics. Chu Wanning didn't stay any longer. It didn't matter if he gave some pointers to other people's disciples, but if he taught them too carefully, it wouldn't necessarily make Elder Xuanji feel comfortable. Chu Wanning wasn't the fifteen or sixteen year old youth that had just left the mountain. In the end, he understood some of the ways of the world.

He and Mo Ran walked out of the bamboo forest together and arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness.

They walked very close together, side by side. Under their drooping sleeves, the backs of their hands would occasionally rub against each other. They rubbed against each other until their hearts were numb and warm, like spring buds sprouting.

There was no one around. Mo Ran finally quietly reached out and clasped Chu Wanning's fingers. Although they quickly let go, the tips of their ears were slightly red and their throats were hot and thirsty.

Speaking of which, after the intimate night in Wuchang Town, the two of them had very few opportunities to be alone.

Occasionally, they would close the door of the Red Lotus Pavilion and entangle with each other. They also had to worry about whether Xue Zhengyong would suddenly visit.

In fact, until now, just the brief touch of their fingers had made Mo Ran's chest burn. He said softly, "Master, can we go tonight …"

Before he could finish, someone suddenly rushed in front of them. Mo Ran immediately straightened his tall body, pursed his lips, and stood to the side without saying anything. That person didn't notice anything strange. Along the way, he bowed and said, "Elder Yuheng, there's an urgent matter. My Lord has asked you to go to Loyalty Hall immediately."

Chu Wanning asked, "What's wrong?"

"A guest has arrived with important news. It's related to Xu Shuanglin. Sect Leader Xue couldn't make up his mind alone, so he called all the Elders over early in the morning for a discussion. You're the only one left."

When Chu Wanning heard Xu Shuanglin's name, he could no longer care about being affectionate. He immediately rushed to Loyalty Hall.

Mo Ran followed closely behind and said, "Wait for me. I've fought with Xu Shuanglin before. Maybe I can help."

The two of them quickly swept past with their Lightness Skill and arrived in front of Loyalty Hall in a short while.

They pushed the door open and entered the hall. The whole place was silent. Other than Xue Zhengyong and the Elders, there were two people covered in blood standing in the main hall.

Mo Ran's gaze fell on the sword case on the back of one of them. He felt that it looked familiar. After a while, his eyes suddenly widened and his expression changed. "Ye Wangxi?!"