[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 122 [English]

Chapter 122 Master’s Reflection

“Come, Brother Mo, let me introduce you to you. This is a junior sister under my sect, named Song Qiutong.”

Finally, he bit the bullet and sat down, and Zhu Nangong Si excitedly introduced him at the wine table.Song Qiutong, Song Qiutong, he even knew clearly where there were moles on her back and birthmarks on her legs, so Nangong Si needed to say more about them.

But his face was still tense, and he nodded restrainedly: “Miss Song.”

“This is Grandmaster Chu’s direct disciple, Mo Weiyu from the Peak of Life and Death. You should have seen him before in Caidie Town, but there were so many people at that time that you probably can’t remember clearly.”

Song Qiutong smiled warmly, stood up, folded her crotch and bowed, “My little daughter Qiutong, I have met Mr. Mo Xian.”

“…”

Mo Ran didn’t get up. He looked at her with his deep eyes for a long time, and then said: “You’re welcome.”

For this wife in his previous life, Mo Ran was actually disgusted from the bottom of his heart.This kind of nausea does not only appear after reincarnation, but has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow in previous lives and is indelible.

In the previous few times they met, he had never met her directly, so although he was disgusted, he was not as unhappy as he was today.

She is a weak woman who always speaks softly.She is like the green fruit on the tree in early autumn, hidden behind the lush leaves. The smell is not as fragrant as the flowers, and the color is not overwhelming, but it is very attractive. The slender and plump body is filled with endless greenness and tenderness, as if you can taste the sweet and sour taste of the juice with a light bite.

Only when you gnaw deep into the fruit will you find a rotten and smelly bug lying inside, dead inside the core, with pus oozing from its body and moldy spots.

Admittedly, compared to he, Song Qiutong didn’t seem to have done anything heinous in his previous life.It was nothing more than betraying the Confucianism sect that saved her life.It’s just that when Mo Ran massacred the city, he paid tribute to Ye Wangxi to protect himself.It’s nothing more than that, when Linyi Corpse Mountain and the sea of ​​​​blood, she was overjoyed because of the reward from Mo Ran. She wore gold and silver, dressed herself up, and carefully served her new master.

It was nothing more than that, after the massacre, she expressed her sincerity and cried in front of Ye Wangxi’s corpse, which would never speak again, saying that Ye Wangxi treated her badly and never gave her a good life. If Mo Ran hadn’t come, she would have been working as a horse for someone named Ye for the rest of her life.

What else?

The ink burned silently and thought.

what else?

Nangong Si was an impatient person, so some dishes were delayed, so he went to urge them on.So only the couple from the previous life were left in the wing.

“Master Mo, let me propose a toast to you.” She poured wine for him, half of her forearm poked out from her sleeves, and there was a bit of bright red cinnabar on her wrist.

By some mistake, Mo Ran raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

She let out a soft cry, raised her eyes, and looked at He in panic, her eyes as soft as green onions with water: “Mr. Mo, what are you…”

Mo Ran stared at her face for a while, then lowered his eyes and stopped on her slender hands with jade fingers.

“What a pair of hands.” After a long time, he said softly, with a stern look on his face, “Can Miss Song know how to play chess?”

“Slightly, briefly understand one or two.”

“With such good hands, they can play a good game of chess.” He said coldly.The footsteps of Nangong Si could be heard outside, as well as the wolf-dog he had domesticated, barking at the door.

“I’m sorry.” Mo Ran loosened Song Qiutong’s thin wrist, then took a handkerchief and carefully wiped his fingers.

The rays of sunshine are shining outside, and a banquet is held on the terrace on a spring night.

Mo Ran’s expression remained as usual, as if nothing had happened.Although Song Qiutong was despised for no reason, she had always been able to endure it. She even stood up during the dinner and poured a glass of wine for Mo Ran.

He didn’t drink the wine she poured, so he never touched the glass again.

Nangong Si said: “Brother Mo, the Lingshan Conference will be here soon. You are Master Chu’s disciple after all, so you can’t let him lose face. Are you ready?”

“I’m not going.”

“…You’re not serious, are you?”

“Really.” Mo Ran smiled and said, “It’s enough for my cousin to go. All the sects in the world are rushing to Lingshan. I’m afraid of the excitement and don’t want to go.”

Nangong Si didn’t seem to believe it at all. He narrowed his brown eyes with an expression like a piercing eagle.

But Mo Ran’s eyes were magnanimous and he looked at him without any reservation.

The eagle stared at the rock for a while, and found that the rock was really just a rock, hiding neither cunning rabbits nor slippery snakes.

He leaned back in his chair, twirled his chopsticks, and suddenly grinned: “That’s interesting, so I won’t be able to see you at the Lingshan Conference?”

“You can’t see me anymore.”

Nangong Si raised his hand to his forehead and sneered: “Master Chu’s disciples are so powerful that it is not unusual for them to attend such a grand event.”

“…”

Mo Ranxin said, this is really hard to say, how to explain it?Could it be that you tell Nangong Si that this is not the case? He is an old man in his thirties who pretends to be a corpse. He lets Ta Xianjun fight with a group of fledgling children. Then he sits on the stage with the leaders who were killed and beaten by him in his previous life. These leaders also hold up small signs for him and give him small points.

…It’s just nonsense.

After coughing, he said: “It’s not that I don’t want to participate, but I’m not good at orthodox techniques and my knowledge is not solid. If I go, I might embarrass my master. Mr. Nangong has such good skills and he should be proud of himself. Don’t laugh at me.”

An innocent little bird like Xue Meng would probably be very happy after hearing this, feeling that Mo Ran had made the right move, but Nangong Si was in a Confucian sect with complex factions, and had lost his mother since he was a child.In fact, life is not that simple, so after listening to Mo Ran’s compliment, he just smiled and did not feel careless.

he Gudong took a few sips of wine, his Adam’s apple rolled, and then he wiped it with his sleeve and said: “Since Mr. Mo will not participate in the competition, it is clear to all bystanders, why not take a guess, who will be the leader of this conference in the end?”

“…” Mo Ran thought, your mother really asked the right person.

Who else knows better than he who will win the flower?Except for the fake Gou Chen who was most likely to be reborn, of course the only one left in the world was he Mo Weiyu who knew the outcome of the Lingshan sword debate that year.

The winner is…

“Nangong Si.”

Suddenly, the beaded curtain of the box was swept aside, and in the flickering halo of light, there was a calm face half-shrouded in shadow.The two men in the room had not yet responded, but Song Qiutong suddenly stood up as if he had been pricked by a needle. His face was full of pitiable panic, he lowered his head and apologized: “Ye, Mr. Ye.”

The visitor has a straight figure, wearing black clothes embroidered with dark gold trim, wristbands, and an extremely thin waist.His eyebrows are three-quarters beautiful and seven-quarters handsome. Who else could he be if he wasn’t Ye Wangxi?

“I didn’t call you.” Ye Wangxi didn’t even look at her, he blocked the bead curtain and walked into the house. He’s eyes kept resting on the same person, which looked very cold, but shone with other small glimmers, “Nangong Si, it’s you I called. If you hear it, raise your head.”

Nangong Si did not raise his head, but said to Song Qiutong: “Why are you standing up? Sit down.”

“No, Mr. Nangong, I am of humble rank, so I’d better stand.”

Nangong Si suddenly became furious and shouted: “Sit down!”

Song Qiutong winced, holding on to the edge of the table, hesitating.

Ye Wangxi didn’t want to be so frozen and said coldly: “You listen to him.”

“Thank you Mr. Ye…”

Ye Wangxi ignored Song Qiutong and said, “Nangong Si, how long are you going to make trouble? The leader is going crazy. Get up and go back with me.”

“That’s best. I’ll just think he’s crazy, and he just thinks I’m dead! There’s no need to talk about going back. Before he takes back his life, I won’t step back to the Confucianism Sect.” Nangong Si said word by word, “Ye, Gong, Zi, please come back.”

“You -” Ye Wangxi clenched his hands into fists, and his whole body was trembling slightly. Mo Ran was watching from the side, feeling that he might knock over the banquet table at any time, grab Nangong Si and pull him away, but Ye Wangxi was a gentleman after all, and he actually suppressed the overwhelming anger.

“Nangong Si.” He was silent for a while, and then spoke, his voice was hoarse, with a hint of exhaustion that went against his upright face, “Are you really going to do this?”

“So what?”

Ye Wangxi closed his eyes, sighed inaudibly, and slowly opened them again.He stood in front of the table, and finally turned his head to look at Mo Ran.

It is said that family scandals should not be made public, and of course you don’t want others to know about the affairs within the sect. Mo Ran stood up knowingly, bowed to Ye Wangxi, and said: “I just remembered that I made an appointment to pick up clothes at the clothing store in the evening. I went late and kept the shopkeeper waiting for a long time, so I took the first step.”

Ye Wangxi nodded to he: “Thank you, Mr. Mo.”

“No thank you, please have a nice chat.”

Mo Ran walked past Ye Wangxi and when he crossed shoulders, he glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.When he got closer, he realized that although Ye Wangxi was still as tall as a pine and cypress, with a steady and deep temperament, the ends of his eyes were slightly red, as if he had cried just before he came.

Mo Ran suddenly felt that Ye Wangxi’s forbearance was somewhat similar to that of Chu Wanning.

He’s heart was pounding for a moment, and he couldn’t help but turn around and say to Nangong Si: “Mr. Nangong, although I don’t know what the dispute is between you and Mr. Ye, I think he treats you very well. If you are willing, just have a good talk with him, and don’t hide it and say nothing.”

But Nangong Si didn’t appreciate it. He was so angry that he didn’t care about his closeness and said coldly: “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“…” This short-lived ghost!

The ink burned away.Before they even got downstairs, they heard Nangong Si’s angry shouts coming from the compartment. The wolf-dog-like young man was tearing at Ye Wangxi’s soul with his sharp teeth.he is questioning he——

“Ye Wangxi! What kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into my father? Let him regard you as more important than me!! Go back? Why should I go back with you? Since I was a child, what kind of things have I been able to decide on my own? Ah? Ye Wangxi, let me ask you, what on earth do you… what do you think of me!!”

There was a clang, the table fell over and the chairs fell, and the dishes and cups clattered all over the floor.

The maids standing in the aisle were all frightened, and there were even guests who poked their heads out of their compartments.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, who is so angry? Look at this attitude, don’t destroy the restaurant.”

Mo Ran pursed his lips and looked back at the end of the aisle.

He heard Ye Wangxi’s voice, as dry and withered as the dead leaves in autumn, lifeless.

“Nangong, if I make you unhappy at home, then I will leave and never appear in front of you again.”

“…”

“Go back.” Ye Wangxi said, “Please.”

If he hadn’t heard it with his own ears, Mo Ran would never believe that a straight-laced person like Ye Wangxi would say such a weak word as “begging”.

In his impression, Ye Wangxi is an unshakable gentleman and an invincible god of war. Mo Ran can imagine him bleeding, but cannot imagine him crying. He can imagine his death, but cannot imagine that he will kneel down.

But today, he actually said to a man in front of Song Qiutong in a restaurant, please.

The ink burned and closed its eyes.

How many things a person cannot know throughout his life?

No one is shown naked in front of others.People use clothes to hide their bodies, and words and expressions to hide their emotions.People wrap themselves up heavily, and their necks are like flower branches holding their heads out. Everyone gives the world a face with distinct emotions and anger. Those who sing in Tsing Yi sing in Tsing Yi, and those who sing in niches sing in niches. The world is like a play, with people who are born clean and those who are ugly, and whose professions are clear.

After singing for a long time, who can accept that with a roll up of sleeves and a hook in the eyes, he can switch to singing Dan?

But when the cymbals stopped, the yueqin went silent, and it was quiet in the dead of night, everyone washed away the heavy oil paint, and the greasy water stains took away the angular faces in the day, revealing unfamiliar facial features.

It turns out that Hua Dan is a heroic man and Wu Sheng has a pair of gentle and caring eyes.

Mo Ran returned to the hut where he lived temporarily, and he was thinking, after living for two lifetimes, how clearly have he seen all living beings?How clearly do you see yourself again?

A Chu Wanning, let his heart live and die, come back to life, Chu Wanning…

So he remembered that Nangong Si actually mistook him for Chu Wanning today. It was a bit funny. How could this be wrong?

But when I was washing, I suddenly noticed the man in the bronze mirror, with a high ponytail and a simple white warlock robe.

The ponytail was tied casually in the morning, and the warlock robe was because the old clothes were a little too small a few days ago. He went to the shop to choose clothes, and after looking around, he found a very beautiful white dress. He didn’t think too much about why he thought the dress was beautiful, so he bought it and wore it on his body.

Looking in the mirror, he suddenly understood.

It turns out that this white coat is so similar to the one that Chu Wanning once wore.

The bronze mirror is dim, and the past life is like a dream. Mo Ran looks at the person in the mirror, as if through the heavy color of this dream, he sees the fragments of Chu Wanning and the phantom of he.

The face wash water had not been wiped dry, and it dripped down the gradually hardened chin.

He stood in front of the mirror, somewhat understanding, just like his Night Walker God was imitating Chu Wanning’s Night Walker God, and he himself was also imitating his master badly.

Mo Ran subconsciously looked for Chu Wanning’s figure in the world of mortals. When he couldn’t find it, he slowly became he.

——

Time flies.I because of remorse, or its he.

I can’t see you, and I’m thinking about what you would do if you encountered such a thing.You will smile when you see something, and you will be annoyed when you see something.

I think of you before I do everything, and I want to make you happy when I do everything.

I thought, “If you were here and I did this, would you nod? Would you be willing to praise me a little and say that I did nothing wrong?”

I think this way every day, buried in my bones, and it has become a habit.So later, even I didn’t realize it.

It turns out that time flies by and I have already lived like you in my mind.