[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 121 [English]

Chapter 121 The Master is the Grandmaster

On the eighth day after Mo Ran left, Xue Zhengyong received his first letter.

The handwriting is crooked on Huanhua paper. I tried my best to straighten it out, but to no avail.

“Uncle, please don’t miss me. I was at Fanhua Ferry today and everything is fine. There was an evil spirit here a few days ago, but fortunately there were no casualties. My nephew has taken care of the water ghosts that caused trouble. Now the boats are coming and going at the ferry. It is very peaceful. I took the five hundred silver notes from the boat boss and enclosed them with the letter. I ask my aunt and master how they are.”

Day 120, letter 22.

“Uncle, don’t miss it. My nephew recently got a top-quality spiritual stone by chance. If it is set on Xue Meng’s Dragon City scimitar, it can become an unparalleled weapon. Although it cannot be compared with Shenwu, it is also very rare. Ask aunt and master how they are.”

One hundred and thirty days, twenty-four letters.

“Uncle, please don’t miss me. My nephew has been practicing in the Snow Valley recently. It is cold all day long, and it is easy to produce strange flowers and trees. Among them, the Frost Flower Snow Lotus is the most rare, but unfortunately there is a thousand-year-old ape demon guarding the flower field. When my nephew first came here, his spiritual power was low and his kung fu was not deep, so he couldn’t pick it. But he has made great progress these days and was able to break his defense. He picked more than ten flowers and sent them back with the letter. Ask aunt and master how they are.”

…

Along with the letter, there are often some toys, elixirs, wood and stones.

In addition to writing letters to Xue Zhengyong, Mo Ran would also write privately to Shi Mo. The content was probably about trivial matters such as seeing things from all over the world and asking for warmth and clothes.

The ink smeared on the paper, and there were still typos in the beginning. Later, although the words were not beautiful, they were horizontally and vertically, the structure gradually became more neat and mature, and there were fewer and fewer typos.

One year has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Xue Zhengyong drank the new spring tea and received another letter from Mo Ran.

He finished reading it with a smile and handed the letter to Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang looked at it and laughed: “This child’s handwriting is getting more and more beautiful.”

“Like a person?”

“Whose?”

Xue Zhengyong blew the tea leaves and found a book “Annotations on Ancient Barriers” from the books on his desk: “Look at Yu Heng’s, are they seventy-nine similar.”

Mrs. Wang held the book and flipped through it, and said in surprise: “It really looks like it.”

“When he first came to the Peak of Death and Life, he had Yu Heng as his teacher. Yu Heng asked him to read the book first, but he didn’t know a few Chinese characters. Later, Yu Heng taught him for a long time, from his own name, to simple ones, to difficult ones.”

Mrs. Wang smiled and said: “He should go down the mountain and walk more. I see that he is really calm outside.”

Xue Zhengyong also laughed and said: “I wonder what he will look like after traveling for five years. How old will he be then? Twenty-two?”

“Twenty-two.”

“Alas.” Xue Zhengyong sighed, seeming to be a little emotional, “I thought Yu Heng would take them until they are twenty years old. Man’s fate is not as good as God’s.”

Man’s calculation is not as good as God’s calculation, and Mo Ran thinks so too.

He traveled all over the world, from the misty and rainy land in the south of the Yangtze River to Dasanguan in the north of Saibei.In the summer, I drank a sip of Yue wine while sitting in the Minhe River; in the winter, I listened to a Qiang flute song around the fire pond in the snow.

After he became emperor in his previous life, the world belonged to him, but he never traveled across thousands of rivers and mountains to see the lights of fishing boats in the east or the stream of karez in the west. He never took a close look at the dark feet of the porter carrying the load on the stone road. The skin and flesh were chapped, and the soles of the feet were as hard as iron.I have never heard the pear orchard child in Weitangzi babbling and raising his voice, his voice reaching into the clouds like cracked silk:

“It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, but they are all left in ruins…”

He is no longer Ta Xianjun, and he will never be Ta Xianjun again in this life.he is——

“Brother.” This was the crisp voice of a child. “Brother, can you help me save this little bird? Its wings are broken. I, I don’t know what to do.”

“Little Immortal Lord.” This is the hoarse voice of the old village head of Shijiu Village, “Thank you, thank you very much. If it weren’t for you, our village would be full of lonely old people and weak people. When evil spirits cause chaos, we can only leave our homes. The Immortal Lord is so kind and kind, I… I will never forget it.”

“Good Samaritan.” This was the trembling voice of the beggar I met on the road. “Good Samaritan, we two have not had a full meal in many days. Please do me a favor and show mercy…”

The ink burned and closed its eyes.

Opened again.

Because someone called him.

“Master Mo.”

He was somewhat stung by this title. He looked up at the dark man who called him this way and felt helpless: “I am not a grandmaster, my master is. Please don’t call me that again.”

The man scratched his head honestly: “I’m sorry, everyone in the village calls you that. I know you don’t like it, but you can’t change it.”

In recent days, Mo Ran has been living in a village on the border of the lower cultivation world. A few miles outside the village stands a majestic snow mountain. Snow ghosts often come down from the mountain to cause trouble. They are little monsters with low spiritual power. The Night Walker God Mecha left by the master is enough to deal with it.Unfortunately, this small village is too remote, and the Night Wandering God has not benefited here. He had no other choice, so he tried to do it according to the map left by his master.

After many failures, I finally made the first one. The Night Walker God he made was not as beautiful as the master’s, nor as nimble as the master’s, but the wooden man was creaky and still usable.

This novelty made the villagers in these remote villages very happy. They called Grandmaster Mo one by one, which made Mo Ran feel embarrassed.

But the more embarrassing thing is yet to come.

It was an evening, and the sunset dyed half of the sky red.he came back from studying at Taishan Academy and was walking on the bustling apricot forest path when someone suddenly shouted.

“Master Chu!”

Hearing this title, Mo Ran didn’t even have time to think, so he immediately turned back, and then he said that it was really funny. There are so many warlocks named Chu in the world, but now he heard that the wind is rain, and he thought it was his master who woke up early.

How is it possible?

he smiled and shook his head, and was about to turn around when he suddenly heard another shout: “Master Chu!”

“…”

Mo Ran held a stack of books and squinted his eyes to look at the crowd.Suddenly he saw someone waving to him, but unfortunately he was too far away. He couldn’t see the person’s face clearly. He could only roughly see his clothes and figure. He was a young man in a blue robe, carrying a bow on his back, and followed by a wolf dog.

The man approached quickly, but when Mo Ran and he could see each other’s facial features clearly, they were both stunned.

“You are…”

“Mo Ran.” He reacted before the other party. Holding the book in his arms, it was inconvenient for luggage. He simply nodded and his eyes curiously paused on the young man’s face for a moment, “I didn’t expect to meet Mr. Nangong here. What a coincidence.”

It turns out that the person who called him “Master Chu” was Nangong Si, the legitimate son of the Confucian Feng Sect.

Because this guy died early, Mo Ran had never met him in his previous life, but Chu Wanning was different. Chu Wanning was once a guest of Confucianism, and Nangong Si must be familiar with him.Mo Ran looked him up and down, and his eyes stopped for a while on the quiver in Nangong Si’s hand.

It was a very old cloth quiver, with camellia patterns embroidered on it. Due to too much time, the pattern had faded, and the bright leaves showed a slight yellow color, as if the fragrance embroidered on the cloth could not last forever and would eventually wither one day.

Nangong Si’s whole body is bright and beautiful, but the quiver is very broken, and even the traces of sewing can be clearly seen. Mo Ran knows in his heart that this quiver must be a precious thing to him, but who in the world doesn’t have two or three things that he treasures?No matter how glorious a person is, he will always have a memory that will stay with him for a long time.

No one is as simple and heartless as they seem.

Nangong Si frowned: “Mo Ran…remembered. Master Chu’s apprentice?”

“Yeah.”

In this case, Nangong Si’s attitude became slightly better and said: “Sorry, we were far apart just now. Looking at your body and dress, I thought it was Grandmaster He who left the seclusion early, but I didn’t know.”

Mo Ran looked away from the quiver, and did not ask ignorantly, but replied calmly: “I just heard you shouting like this, and I thought it was the master who left the seclusion early, and I didn’t know.”

Nangong Si laughed, maybe because of his noble birth, even when he laughed, there was still a bit of arrogance in his handsome eyebrows.And he’s arrogance is different from Xue Meng’s arrogance. Xue Meng is proud of his talents, while Nangong Si seems to be a little more violent, a little arrogant and irritable.

But he was born very well. This kind of violence did not make him scary, but made him more wild.

Mo Ran couldn’t help but think in his heart, Nangong Si, Nangong Si, is really a free and fierce horse.

he was lost in thought when he heard Nangong Si say: “The ghost world was shattered before, and Grandmaster Chu was unfortunately in trouble. I was sad for a long time. Fortunately, with the guidance of the master, I can bring the master back to life. When he wakes up, I will definitely visit the top of life and death.”

“Then I’ll look forward to seeing you young master.”

Nangong Si waved his hand, and suddenly saw the book in Mo Ran’s hand, and asked curiously: “What is Brother Mo doing?”

“Read.”

Nangong Si originally thought that the reading he was talking about should be reading some obscure and difficult scrolls. Unexpectedly, when he took a closer look, he found that they were just classics such as “Xiaoyaoyou” and “Book of Rites”. He was stunned for a moment, and then said: “These… are basic scriptures. I memorized them all when I was a child. What use do you see in these?”

Mo Ran didn’t feel ashamed, his eyes were calm, and he said: “When I was a child, I couldn’t even write my own name.”

“Ahem…” Nangong Si was a little embarrassed, “Signed up to study in an academy?”

“Yes. I’m just going to collect some spiritual stones for cultivation on Mount Tai these days. I saw a new lecture was held at Xinglin Academy. I have nothing to do. Come and have a listen.”

Nangong Si nodded, looked at how late it was, and said, “Look, Brother Mo hasn’t had dinner yet. Since we have come to the realm of Confucianism and you are Master Chu’s disciple, I naturally have to fulfill my duties as a landlord. It happens that my companion is waiting for me in a nearby restaurant. How about we go have a drink together?”

Mo Ran thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong anyway, so he said: “It’s disrespectful.”

“Wu Yulou. One of the most famous restaurants in Linyi. The Jiuzhuan Sausage is delicious. Have you heard of it?” Nangong Si asked as he walked.

“Why haven’t you heard of it?” Mo Ran smiled and said, “One of the best restaurants in the world of cultivation. Mr. Nangong, you really know how to choose a place.”

“I didn’t pick the place.”

“Oh, that’s it?”

Nangong Si said: “My companion picked it.”

As a person who has lived for a lifetime, Mo Ran is more or less aware of the intricate relationships of the Confucian Feng Sect. Although he does not say it, he is a little surprised in his heart, and secretly thinks: Ye Wangxi is here too?

But he followed Nangong Si onto the restaurant, lifted the bead curtain of the wing and stepped in.The people inside made him almost choke——

I saw Song Qiutong, wearing light and loose clothes, standing by the window in the pavilion. The peach blossoms were blooming outside.

The half-foot that Mo Ran put in subconsciously retracted.

He was thinking, is it still too late to tell Nangong Si that he doesn’t like Shandong cuisine, especially Jiuzuan Fat Sausage?