On the morning of the second day of the confession, Chu Wanning woke up very early.

But he didn't get up because he quietly looked out from the curtain and found Mo Ran still asleep, simple flooring, right next to the edge of the bed.

It was not so real through the curtain. Chu Wanning held it for a moment, but he stretched out his hand and wanted to lift a little bit of the curtain. But before his hand touched the curtain, he changed it to a finger and used his fingertips to lift it open only a little bit.

It seems that as long as it is a little bit, I don't seem to be peeking.

Qingxi fell from the window paper, red and golden, cut into a narrow silhouette, shining on Mo Ran's handsome face.

Chu Wanning hadn't seen his sleeping face for a long time. He looked quietly, looking very carefully, staring for a long time.

It grew so much that he couldn't help but think of the year when Mo Ran was just taken back to the top of life and death by Xue Zhengyong. A shy boy could burst out with a brilliant and passionate feeling when he was happy. He loved to stick to himself and even said anything, he would like to be his teacher.

Even if you can't drive it away.

When I saw him in front of the Tower of Heaven, Chu Wanning insisted on not accepting disciples because he thought the sentence "He looks the gentlest, and I like it the most" was simply absurd and unbelievable.

For this reason, he hung ink and drizzled for fourteen days.

I heard that in order to find a way to join him, Mo Weiyu asked Mrs. Xue Zhengyong, his wife Mingjing, including Xue Ziming.

In the end, I don’t know who gave him a bad idea, so he asked him to learn from Cheng Men Lixue and wait for someone outside the Honglian Water Pavilion. In the morning, Chu Wanning went out and asked for his wishes and asked for his wishes and asked for his wishes and asked for his wishes and asked for his wishes and asked for his wishes and asked for his wishes and sorrows, even if water drops can penetrate a stone.

Chu Wanning's reaction to this behavior was: Heh.

Turning a blind eye, he left.

He doesn't like others to pursue them so fiercely. He is a person with a weak relationship, so he is only willing to deal with those equally peaceful and silly emotions.

I don’t know if it was due to the environment I lived in since childhood, but the young man was very good at observing his expressions and expressions. He probably felt Chu Wanning’s coldness. He only pestered him for two days and never chased Chu Wanning to beg for a disciple.

But every day, he still came to the Honglian Water Pavilion to clean up the dead branches and leaves in front of the courtyard for Chu Wanning. Seeing Chu Wanning come out, he stood on a broom, scratched his head, and smiled, "Elder Yuheng."

I don’t say I wake up early in the morning, and I don’t ask for peace in the dusk.

Just such a simple sentence, Elder Yuheng, then just laughed.

Chu Wanning didn't look at him and walked away on his own. He was not angry. He swept the fallen leaves behind him.

After spending ten days in peace, one morning, about the early morning of the day, the lotus flowers bloomed in the Red Lotus Water Pavilion overnight, and the fragrance was fragrant, which made Chu Wanning feel very good.

He pushed the door out and saw the winding and quiet mountain path. The young man Mo Ran was lowering his head and concentrating on climbing up the steps, sweeping the leaves. One leaf was probably stuck in the crack of the rock, which was particularly difficult to clean up. He leaned over to pick it up and prepared to throw it into the grass and trees.

The moment he looked up, he found Chu Wanning standing in front of the mountain gate. He was stunned for a moment, then grinned, and his arms rolled up half-sleeved out. He held the dead leaves that had not yet been thrown away, and waved to Chu Wanning-

"Elder Yuheng."

The sound is very clear, with fresh fruits and sweetness. It is clearly not loud, but it seems to echo between the peaks for a long time. A white cloud flows away. The sunshine pours down from the clouds, penetrates the leaves, and the wind blows among the bamboo forests, whistling and wailing.

Chu Wanning stood there for a while, and his pupils were soaked in amber by the dazzling morning light. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and for a moment he felt that the dead leaves in the boy's hand seemed to be no longer as dead as the person who was smiling. He became as dazzling as the person who was smiling.

He walked down the stone steps quietly.

Mo Ran had long been accustomed to his indifference and didn't care. He just stood aside as usual and waited for Chu Wanning to pass.

That day, Chu Wanning went down one level at a time and walked past him as usual.

Then, suddenly, he turned his face slightly and glanced back at the young man. His voice was as clear as a spring and as quiet as a lake.

He said, "Thank you."

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's all what the disciples should do."

Chu Wanning said: "...I don't plan to accept you as an apprentice."

But his tone and expression were no longer as firm as before.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and continued to move forward. But for some reason, he probably felt unbearable and looked back at Mo Ran.

As a result, when I saw that the boy was not at all worried, he jumped on the spot with a broom excitedly. The young face was full of vitality and emitted endless light and heat.

...It turns out that this guy didn't care about the second half at all. He only heard one thank you, and was he so happy that he was so happy?

The days passed like this for a few more days, and one day it was raining.

The rain was not too heavy. Chu Wanning was always a person who was too lazy to hold an umbrella and rarely opened a barrier. It was estimated that it would only take an incense stick to the good and evil platform, and it would be okay to get wet. Then use magic to stew it dry.

He pushed the door open and went out.

Mo Ran is still there.

However, he was not sweeping the floor today. He put the broom aside. He held an oil-paper umbrella and squatted on the ground, with his back facing Chu Wanning, and was tinkering with something intently. His shoulders were slightly shaking. He was short and smaller when he squatted. The umbrella was big and dark brown. It looked very funny, like a mushroom emerging from the spring rain.

Chu Wanning held back a faint smile, walked behind him, coughed lightly, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Ah." The young man was startled, turned around and looked up at him.

The first sentence is "Elder Yuheng".

Before Chu Wanning could respond, he opened his eyes wide and said the second sentence: "Why didn't you hold an umbrella?"

Before Chu Wanning could answer, he stood up, tiptoed, tried to raise the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and said the third sentence: "This is for you."

But he was still too short after all, and the steps he stood were one level lower than Chu Wanning. After working very hard, the umbrella barely covered Chu Wanning's head, but the force was not stable. When the wind blew, he didn't hold it. The umbrella tilted instantly, and all the water beads fell into the edge of Chu Wanning's neck and flowed into his neck.

So, before Chu Wanning could make a sound, Mo Ran hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Chu Wanning: “…………”

When Mo Ran said the first sentence, he could answer "Yes."

When Mo Ran said the second sentence, he could answer, "No."

When Mo Ran said the third sentence, he could answer, "Save it yourself."

But Mo Ran said the fourth sentence, and said sorry again and again. Chu Wanning was speechless. She lowered her eyes, unable to tell whether her expression was dull or gloomy. Finally, she just sighed, took the umbrella from Mo Ran's hand, and hit the two of them upright.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Mo Ran, thought for a moment, and then went back to the original sentence.

"What are you doing?"

"Save the earthworms."

Chu Wanning thought he had heard it wrong, frowned and asked, "What?"

Mo Ran smiled, the dimples were deep and very cute. He scratched his head with a little embarrassed and stuttered: "Save, save the earthworm."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on Mo Ran's hanging hand. He held a branch in his palm, dripping with water, which should have been picked up from the ground. Looking forward, there was indeed a stupid earthworm lying in the pool of water on the stone steps, slowly wriggling.

"When the rain stops, the earthworms that run out of the soil will be dried up." Mo Ran felt a little embarrassed, "so he wanted to get them all back into the grass."

Chu Wanning asked lightly: "Use branches?"

"……Um."

Seeing that the other party was cold, Mo Ran was probably worried that Elder Yuheng would look down on him, so he hurriedly said: "I, I'm not afraid of using my hands, but when I was a child, my mother told me that earthworms cannot be caught by hands, and they will be rotten... "

Chu Wanning shook his head: "I'm not talking about this."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand slightly, and his fingertips flickered in the air. A soft golden willow branch actually emerged from the gap of the long bluestone steps. The willow branch wrapped the earthworm lying in the pool and held it back into the nearby haystack. Mo Ran opened his eyes wide and was surprised: "What is this?"

"God asked."

"What is God's question?"

Chu Wanning glanced at him and said, "It's my weapon."

Mo Ran seemed even more surprised: "The elder's weapon...so...so..."

"So young?" Chu Wanning said for him.

Mo Ran: "Hehe."

Chu Wanning brushed his sleeves with an indifferent expression: "It naturally has a time of fierceness."

"Then, can I see?"

"It's better not to see it forever."

At that time, Mo Ran had not understood what Chu Wanning said, so he turned around and watched Liu Teng poke his head through the cracks on the stone steps, rolled up all the earthworms soaked in the rain, and sent them back to the moist soil, gradually showing an envious look.

Chu Wanning suddenly asked, "Do you want to learn?"

Mo Ran was stunned, then suddenly opened his eyes wide, so surprised that he didn't know what to say. In the end, he would nod repeatedly, and his handsome little face turned red.

Chu Wanning said: "After practicing tomorrow morning, go to the bamboo forest behind the Good and Evil Platform, and I will wait for you there."

After he finished speaking, his white silk shoes stepped on the wet stone steps, clinging to the oil-paper umbrella, walked down the mountain. Mo Ran stared at his Wu Dian Dangfeng's back. After a while, he suddenly realized what Chu Wanning said, and his face turned redder in an instant, and his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He no longer cared about the wet ground and immediately kowtowed. His still tender voice was full of enthusiasm and joy.

“Yes, Master!”

"..." This time, Chu Wanning did not agree or stop him. He just stood there for a while, and then continued to walk far away. The raindrops hit the umbrella, bit by bit, like a guzheng.

It was not until his back disappeared that Mo Ran stood up from the ground. It was not until this time that he realized that a golden translucent barrier had been opened on his head at some point, with five petals of flower shadows flowing, covering him with fine wind and rain.

Chu Wanning remembered that when Xue Zhengyong learned about his decision, he was relieved and surprised, and asked him: "Yuheng, why are you willing to accept him?"

At that time, I was sitting on the high seat of the platform of good and evil, throwing the oil-paper umbrella that Mo Ran gave him in my hand, with slender knuckles that were vague, rubbing over the ancient umbrella handle, and finally said lightly: "It is convenient for him to save the earthworms."

Xue Zhengyong let out a scream, and his leopard eyes were wide open, making him look like a cat.

"What to save?"
To be continued...