[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – Chapter 3 of “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” [English]

Chapter 3 My Senior Brother

Hmm… Now that my soul is back, will the strong cultivation level from my previous life also come back?

Mo Ran mobilized the spell and felt the surge of spiritual power in his body. Although it was abundant, it was not powerful.In other words, his cultivation was not inherited.

But it doesn’t matter. He is talented and has a high level of understanding. At worst, it won’t be a big deal if he starts practicing again.What’s more, rebirth is a great joy. Even if there are some flaws, it’s normal.Mo Ran thought like this, and quickly restrained his darkness and fangs, looking like a fifteen-year-old boy, happily preparing to return to the sect.

The summer atmosphere is thick in the outskirts of the city, and occasionally there are cars and horses passing by, and the wheels are rolling. No one will pay attention to Mo Ran, who is only fifteen years old at this time.

Occasionally, a village woman who was busy in the fields would look up and wipe her sweat when she got free time. When she saw a particularly handsome young man, her eyes would light up and she would stare at him twice.

Mo Ran also smiled and looked back unceremoniously, until the married women looked at them with blushing faces and lowered their heads.

In the evening, Mo Ran came to Wuchang Town, which was very close to the top of life and death. In the twilight, a red sun was like blood, and the burning clouds set off the majestic peaks.He felt hungry, so he walked into the restaurant by familiar means, looked at the row of red and black food labels in front of the counter, knocked on the counter, and said quickly: “Shopkeeper, please bring a Bangbang chicken, a plate of couple’s lung slices, two kilograms of soju, and a plate of beef.”

There were a lot of people talking, and it was very lively. The storyteller was waving his fan on the stage, and was telling the story of the peak of life and death, with excitement and saliva flying.

Mo Ran asked for a private room by the window, eating and listening to others’ lectures.

“As we all know, our cultivation world is divided into two areas: upper cultivation and lower cultivation. Today we will talk about the most amazing sect in the lower cultivation world, the pinnacle of death and life. Hey, you must know that our Wuchang Town was a desolate and turbulent poor town a hundred years ago. Because of the entrance to the ghost world, when it gets dark, the villagers dare not go out. If you have to walk at night, you mustRinging the exorcism bell, scattering incense and paper money, while shouting “people come to separate the mountains, ghosts come to separate the paper”, but today it seems that our town is lively and prosperous, and it is no different from other places.This is all due to the care of the top of life and death. This fairy mansion is just at the entrance of the ghost gate, between the yin and yang worlds.Although it was established not long ago, but…”

During this period of history, Mo Ran’s ears almost became calluses as he listened to it, so he began to look under the window with little interest.By chance, a stall was set up downstairs, and a few foreigners dressed as Taoist priests were carrying a cage covered with black cloth and performing tricks on the street.

This is much more interesting than the old gentleman’s storytelling.

The ink-burning attention was attracted.

“Take a look, take a look, this is the cub of the ancient ferocious beast Pixiu, who was subdued by us. Now it is as obedient as a child, and can also juggle and do arithmetic! It is not easy to be a chivalrous person. The rich will support you with money, and the poor will support you personally. Let’s watch the first good show – Pixiu’s abacus!”

I saw the Taoist priests loudly lifting up the black cloth, and what was locked in the cage were several monster beasts with human faces and bear bodies.

Mo Ran: “………………”

Just these furry bear cubs with low eyebrows and submissive eyes??Do you dare to say it’s Pixiu???

This guy is so awesome, no one will believe him.

But it didn’t take long for Mo Ran to open his eyes. Twenty or thirty donkey brains gathered around them to watch the show, cheering and applauding from time to time. The excitement was so lively that even the people in the restaurant couldn’t help but poke their heads out to watch, making the storyteller very embarrassed.

“The Lord who is now at the top of life and death is a man of great authority and fame -”

“Okay!! One more section!!!”

The storyteller was greatly encouraged, and he followed the sound and saw that the guest’s face was red and excited, but it was obvious that he was not looking at himself, but at the juggling stall downstairs.

“Hey, where’s Pixiu’s abacus?”

“Ah, ah, that’s awesome!”

“Okay! Wonderful! Let’s do another Pixiu tossing an apple!”

People all over the building burst into laughter and gathered at the window bars to watch the excitement below.The storyteller continued pitifully: “The most famous thing about the Lord is his fan, he…”

“Ah hahaha, that Pixiu with the lightest fur wants to grab the apple and eat it, look at it, it’s still rolling on the ground!”

The storyteller wiped his face with a sweat towel, his lips trembling with anger.

Mo Ran pursed his lips, smiled, and shouted slowly from behind the bead curtain: “Stop talking about the peak of life and death, let’s do “Eighteen Touches”, and I’m sure to bring everyone back.”

The storyteller did not know that the person behind the curtain was none other than Young Master Mo Ran, who was at the peak of life and death. He said with integrity: “Vulgar and vulgar words are not acceptable, and they are not suitable for elegance.”

Mo Ran smiled and said: “How elegant is this place? You are not ashamed.”

After saying that, I suddenly heard a commotion downstairs.

“Oh! What a fast horse!”

“He must be the Immortal Lord at the top of life and death!”

In the midst of the discussion, a dark horse galloped from the direction of the Peak of Death and Life, rushing into the juggling circle like lightning!

There were two people sitting on the horse. One was wearing a black hat and a black cloak, which was so tightly covered that his age and gender could not be identified. The other was a woman in her thirties or forties, with clumsy hands and a weathered face.

The woman burst into tears when she saw those man-bears. She climbed off the horse and stumbled over. She hugged one of the man-bears and knelt down and howled: “My son!!! My son——”

Everyone around was confused.Someone scratched their head and murmured: “Yeah? Isn’t this the cub of the ancient mythical beast Pixiu? Why does this woman call it son?”

“Isn’t this the female Pixiu?”

“Oh, it’s so powerful. This mother has transformed into a human form.”

The villagers here are ignorant and talking nonsense, but Mo Ran has figured it out.

According to legend, some Taoist priests would abduct children, then pluck out the children’s tongues to render them speechless, then use boiling water to scald off the children’s skin, and while the flesh and blood were blurred, they would stick the animal skins to their bodies. After the blood solidified, the fur and children were glued together, making them look like monsters.These children cannot speak or write, so they can only be bullied and perform juggling acts such as “Pixiu Abacus”. If they resist, they will be beaten with sticks.

No wonder he couldn’t feel the slightest bit of demonic energy before. These “Pixiu” are not demons at all, but real people…

He was thinking to himself, what the black cloak said in a low voice to the Taoist priests over there, when those Taoist priests heard the words, they became furious instantly, shouting, “Apologise? Your grandpa doesn’t know how to write the word apology!” “What’s so great about the summit of life and death?” “If you mind your own business, beat me up!” They rushed towards the black cloak and tried to beat him.

“Ouch.”

Seeing his fellow students being beaten, Mo Ran laughed softly, “It’s so fierce.”

He had no intention of helping.In his previous life, he really hated the sect’s atmosphere of drawing swords and helping each other when the road was rough. One or two of them would rush up like fools. Aunt Wang’s cat at the entrance of the village couldn’t climb the tree and she had to ask them to help. Everyone in the sect, from the leader to the handyman, was careless.

There are so many unfair things in the world, why do you care? It’s exhausting for you.

“It’s a fight! It’s a fight! Drink! What a powerful fist!”

Up and down the restaurant, people crowded around to join in the fun.

“It’s shameless to hit one of so many people!”

“Watch your back, Immortal Lord! Oh! It’s so dangerous! Wow, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”

“Well dodged this blow!”

These people like to watch fights, but Mo Ran doesn’t like to watch them. He has seen too many bloody storms, and what happens under his nose is like a fly buzzing to him.He lazily dusted off the peanut crumbs on his clothes, got up and left.

After going downstairs, the Taoist priests were fighting with each other in black cloaks. The swords were swishing. Mo Ran crossed his arms and leaned against the door of the wine shop. He only glanced at them and couldn’t help but clicked his tongue.

Shameful.

Everyone on the summit of life and death was as fierce and brave as ten, but this black cloak was not very powerful in a fight. He saw them being pulled off their horses by those Taoist priests, and they were surrounded and kicked violently, but they were not ruthless.

Instead, Wenwen weakly shouted: “A gentleman can reason with you with his hands or his mouth, why don’t you listen?!”

Taoist priests: “………………”

Mo Ran: “……………………”

What are the Taoist priests thinking?This person has been beaten to look like a grandma, how can a gentleman still use his words but not his hands?This is the head of a steamed bun, no filling, right?

Mo Ran’s face changed suddenly, and he was a little dizzy for a while. He held his breath and opened his eyes in disbelief – this voice…

“Teacher!” Mo Ran shouted and rushed up hurriedly, filled with spiritual power and struck out with a palm, shaking away all five evil-doing Taoist priests!he knelt down on the ground, holding up the black cloak covered with muddy footprints, his voice couldn’t help but tremble slightly——

“Teacher, is it you?”

The author has something to say: Although his name is Shi Mei, he is really his senior brother, his senior brother 23333