The two brothers stopped messing around and stood up.
The person in front of them had a very dignified temperament. Xue Meng was stunned for a while before he reacted. He nodded and said, "En.
That's right.
Who are you? "
He was used to being willful since he was young. Although Madam Wang had repeatedly taught him etiquette, he did not take it to heart. Thus, when he asked for someone's name, he did not use honorifics, and he did not use his own name first. It was very impolite.
However, Mo Ran knew that this person would not lower himself to Xue Meng's level.
After all, this person was … …
"This one is a disciple of the Scholarly Wind Sect, Ye Wangxi."
The youth was indeed calm and did not get angry. Under his jet black eyebrows, his eyes seemed to be quenched with the light of stars, exceptionally bright and sharp. "May I ask what your name is?"
"Ye Wangxi?" Xue Meng frowned and muttered, "Never heard of him.
Not famous. "
Although his muttering was not loud, if the other person's hearing was not bad, they would definitely hear it.
Because of this, Mo Ran secretly pulled on Xue Meng's sleeve, making him restrain himself. Then, he restrained the emotions in his eyes and said with a slight smile, "This one is Mo Ran, the pinnacle of life and death. The one beside me is my younger brother, Xue Meng."
Xue Meng broke free from his grasp and angrily glared at him.
"Don't touch me. Who's your younger brother?"
"Ai, Xue Meng, you … …" Mo Ran sighed. Then, his eyes curved as he smiled at Ye Wangxi and said, "My younger brother is naughty and mischievous. Brother Ye has seen a joke."
It was not that he suddenly changed his temperament and became polite to Xue Meng.
It was because this Ye Wangxi was an outstanding person. Although he was not famous right now, in his previous life, he was the second most powerful expert in the entire cultivation world after Chu Wanning.
Only the heavens knew how much Mo Ran had suffered at the hands of Ye Wangxi in his previous life.
In this life, Mo Ran didn't want to be enemies with this hero who was as sharp as a blade and as noble as a bamboo. He didn't want to curry favor with him, but at the very least, he didn't want to be enemies with him.
Just one Chu Wanning was enough to put him in a terrible fix. If there was another Ye Wangxi, how could he still live comfortably?
Ye Wangxi was a man of few words. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he returned to his room.
As soon as he left, Mo Ran resumed his annoying grin. He elbowed Xue Meng and asked with a smile, "How was it?"
"What do you mean?"
"This person." Mo Ran asked, "Do you like her? Is she good-looking?"
"…?" Xue Meng looked at him strangely and scolded, "You're crazy."
Mo Ran laughed and said, "The four of us are staying in the same courtyard. In the future, we won't be able to see each other. You should be glad that he's the one staying with us."
Xue Meng asked curiously, "Judging from your tone, you know him?"
Mo Ran obviously couldn't tell the truth, so he joked, "I don't know him. However, I only look at people's faces.
I think he's good-looking, so I like him very much. "
Xue Meng cursed, "Disgusting!"
Mo Ran laughed, turned around, and waved his hand. With his back facing Xue Meng, he made a cursing gesture. Then, he lazily returned to his own stone hut. With a click, he unlatched the door and shut Xue Meng's cursing outside.
The next morning, Mo Ran woke up early.
In order to let them familiarize themselves with the life in paradise, the feathermen specially delayed their cultivation for three days.
After Mo Ran finished washing up, he saw that Ye Wangxi had already left. The other two had not woken up yet, so he went to stroll on the streets.
In the early morning mist, many swordsmen from the immortal sects walked past with light steps, rushing to their respective cultivation places.
Mo Ran passed by a breakfast stall and saw a new pot of water pancakes. He remembered that his Junior Brother was still sick, so he walked over and said, "Lady boss, I want eight pancakes and a bowl of sweet porridge. Take them away."
The featherman who set up the stall said without raising her head, "Give me six feathers."
Mo Ran was stunned, "Six what?"
"Six feathers."
"… Then should I go find a chicken and pluck a few feathers?"
The featherman looked up and rolled her eyes, "You want to eat without feathers?
Go, go, go. "
Mo Ran was angry and amused at the same time. When he was about to ask in detail, a familiar voice came from behind. A bandaged hand stretched out, holding six golden feathers.
"Lady boss, get the porridge. I'll pay for him."
The featherman took the feathers and was too lazy to talk to them. She turned around and packed her breakfast.
Mo Ran turned his head to the side and saw Ye Wangxi standing beside him. He was handsome and handsome, with a natural air of elegance.
"Thank you very much."
Carrying the piping hot pancakes and sweet porridge, Mo Ran and Ye Wangxi walked and said, "If we didn't meet you today, I'm afraid we would have gone hungry."
"It's okay," Ye Wangxi said, "Miss Eighteen has a bad memory. She always forgets to give the newcomers some feathers.
I just happened to pass by. It's just a small matter. You don't have to be so polite. "
Mo Ran asked, "Do we have to exchange feathers to do business in paradise?"
"That's right."
"Then where do the feathers come from?"
Ye Wangxi said, "Plucked from the ground."
"Pluck, pluck …" Mo Ran was stunned. Did they really pluck the feathers from the birds?
Then wouldn't all the birds here be plucked by them?
Seeing his shocked expression, Ye Wangxi glanced at him in amusement, "What are you thinking about?
There's an ancestral abyss in paradise. It's said that it's the place where the Vermillion Bird High God ascended. The bottom of the abyss is filled with red true fire. It's unbearably hot.
Thus, not a single blade of grass grows around it. None of the beasts can live there. "
When Mo Ran heard his description, he immediately thought of the blood-red sky when he passed by the outskirts of the city yesterday. He said, "Is that abyss near the north of the city?"
"You're right."
"Then what does it have to do with feathers?"
Ye Wangxi said, "It's like this. Although there are no other living creatures near the ancestral abyss, there's a group of angry owls living in the abyss. They use true fire as their nests and come out at night.
Their feathers can help the feathermen improve their cultivation. "
"I see." Mo Ran smiled, "No wonder you want to use feathers to exchange for things."
"Yes.
But you have to be careful. When they're active at night, their feathers will become the same as those of ordinary owls. Even if you catch them, they'll be useless.
Only when the sun rises in the east every day will the thousands of angry owls return to the ancestral abyss.
When they're about to enter the abyss, their feathers will turn back to gold. It'll be useful to pluck them then. "
"Haha, doesn't that mean you'll be cultivating qinggong?
If you're not good enough, you'll become barbecued meat if you fall.
If you don't pluck them, you'll starve to death. "Mo Ran couldn't help but click his tongue," This is really troublesome. "
Ye Wangxi asked, "Are you not good at qinggong?"
Mo Ran smiled, "I'm just so-so."
"That won't do." Ye Wangxi said, "Angry owls move fast and are not inferior to falcons.
If you don't cultivate diligently, you'll starve in a few days. "
"This … …"
Seeing that Mo Ran was still in a daze, Ye Wangxi sighed and said, "I've collected a lot of feathers. I don't lack them for now.
If the three of you need them, you can ask me first. "
Mo Ran waved his hand and said with a smile, "How can I do that?
I'll just take these six feathers as a loan. I'll go back to eat first. If I pick the feathers tomorrow, I'll return them to you.
Many thanks. "
After bidding farewell to Ye Wangxi, Mo Ran returned to the side courtyard with the porridge.
Xue Meng's room was empty. He probably had nothing to do after waking up, so he wandered around.
Mo Ran then went to Chu Wanning's bamboo house.
Chu Wanning had not woken up yet.
Mo Ran put the porridge and fried buns on the table. He went to his bedside and lowered his head to look at him.
Suddenly, a familiar feeling floated to his heart.
The way this little martial brother slept … … why did he look a little like someone?
But he couldn't remember who he was thinking of. He only had a vague impression of someone who also looked like this. When lying on the bed, he would always curl up into a ball and use his hand as a pillow. Who was it?
While he was in a daze, Chu Wanning woke up.
"Oh … …" Chu Wanning turned over and saw the person beside the bed. His eyes suddenly widened. "Mo Ran?"
"How many times have I told you to call me Senior Martial Brother."
Mo Ran rubbed his hair and then put his hand on his forehead to check his temperature. "Your fever has subsided. Come, get up and eat something."
"Eat … …" The child on the bed repeated in a daze. His hair was messy, which made his face look even more lovely.
"Look at how much your Senior Martial Brother dotes on you. I woke up early to buy breakfast.
Eat it while it's still hot. "
Chu Wanning got off the bed in his white underwear and walked to the dining table.
There was a fresh lotus leaf on the table. Inside were fried buns with thin skin and crispy bottom. They were sprinkled with green onions and black sesame seeds.
There was also a small bowl of longan and osmanthus porridge. It was cooked until it was soft and thick, and it was steaming hot.
Elder Yu Heng, who had always been strong, was actually a little uncertain. "Is this for me?"
"Huh?"
"Is this all … … for me?"
Mo Ran was stunned for a moment. "Yes."
He looked at Chu Wanning's hesitant expression and thought for a moment. He smiled and said, "Hurry up and eat. Otherwise, it will get cold."
Chu Wanning had been at the peak of life and death for so many years. Although everyone respected him, because of his stubborn and cold personality, almost no one was willing to eat with him, let alone get breakfast for him.
Sometimes, when he saw his disciples taking care of each other, although he was unwilling to admit it, he couldn't help but feel a little envious.
Therefore, facing this bowl of porridge and a few buns, he was silent for a long time. He couldn't bear to eat them.
Mo Ran saw him sitting on the stool and staring at the food in front of him without eating. He thought that it was not to his taste, so he asked, "What's wrong?
Is it a little oily? "
"… …"
Chu Wanning looked back at him and shook his head. He picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of porridge. He blew on it to cool it down and carefully drank a mouthful.
If he was the handsome and cold Grandmaster Chu of the past, eating porridge like this would only show that he had good self-restraint and was elegant.
But when it was done by a child, it was actually a little clumsy and pitiful.
Mo Ran misunderstood and said to him, "You don't like longan?
Then you can pick it out and throw it aside. It's not a problem. "
"No."
Little Junior Brother's face didn't have much expression, but when he looked at Mo Ran again, his dark eyes were gentle. "I like it."
"Oh … … haha, that's good. I thought you didn't like it."
Chu Wanning lowered his thick eyelashes and repeated softly, "I like it.
No one has ever treated me like this before. "
As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at Mo Ran and said seriously, "Don't worry.
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Mo Ran didn't expect him to say this and couldn't help but be stunned.
He wasn't a kind person, and he didn't like children.
The reason why he was so nice to Xia Sini was because he felt that he had extraordinary skills at such a young age, and was a young man worth befriending.
But he had a utilitarian heart, and the other party treated him with sincerity.
Mo Ran couldn't help but be a little surprised, but when he heard this Little Junior Brother's words, he felt that it was strange, so he waved his hand to stop Chu Wanning from thanking him. He asked, "Has no one ever bought you breakfast before?"
Chu Wanning was expressionless and nodded.
"Don't the people under Elder Xuanji know how to take care of each other?"
Chu Wanning said, "I don't often get together with them."
"Then what about before you entered the sect?
When you were in the secular world, your parents … … "Mo Ran stopped halfway through his sentence.
His Little Junior Brother was born as pure as snow, which parent would have the heart to throw him into the mountain to cultivate, and never come to the sect to see him?
Presumably, his experience was the same as Shi Mei's and his own.
As expected, Chu Wanning said calmly, "My parents abandoned me, and I didn't have any other relatives, so no one took me in."
Mo Ran didn't say anything. After a long silence, he sighed deeply.
He thought to himself, 'I originally wanted to get along well with this child, first because of his high cultivation level, and second because he's quite calm, different from the usual kids who make noises.
But I didn't expect him to have the same experience as me. '
Looking at the Shidi in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the bitter years when he was young. A surge of hot blood surged in his chest, and gradually he felt pity and intimacy.
Suddenly he said, "In the past, no one took you in, but now there will be.
Since you call me Shixiong, from now on I'll take good care of you. "
Chu Wanning didn't seem to expect him to say this, and was a bit surprised. After a while, he slowly smiled and said, "You want to take care of me?"
"Yes.
From now on you follow me, I'll teach you heart sutras and sword practice. "
Chu Wanning's smile deepened, "You want to teach me heart sutras and sword practice?"
Mo Ran misunderstood his expression, scratched his head and said, "Don't laugh at me, I know your cultivation level is very good, but you're still young, there are a lot of things you still need to learn.
Xuanji Elder has a lot of disciples, he definitely won't take care of you.
What's wrong with you learning from me, at least I'm a person with a divine martial art. "
Chu Wanning was silent for a long time, and then said, "I've never laughed at you.
I … think you're very good. "
If it was before, he would never say such words, but after his body became smaller, it seemed that his temperament also became gentler, as if hiding in the dark, he could finally take off his hard face.
Mo Ran, on the other hand, had lived for two lifetimes, and this was the first time he was praised as "you're very good". Even though the other person was only a child, it made him feel at a loss and very surprised. He stammered for a long time, and his face, which was always as thick as a city wall, actually turned red.
He muttered and repeated, "I, I, I, I'm very good … am I very good?"
Suddenly, he vaguely remembered that when he was young, he really wanted to be a good person.
But, at that time, his humble but gentle wish was the same as "When I grow up, I want to ask Sister Li from the rouge shop to be my wife", "When I earn enough money, I want to buy sesame seed cakes to eat every day", "If in the future I can have two pieces of red braised pork in one meal, I won't change it even if I'm an immortal". Later on, it became a memory that was blown away by the wind and scattered snow.