[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 135 [English]

Chapter 135 Master steals his master

Yuliang Village is a very small village. The people living in the village are quite old and there are not many young people. Therefore, every year when farming is busy, the Immortal Lord from the Peak of Death and Life is invited to help.

This kind of entrustment that has nothing to do with Taoism would never be accepted by other He Xianmen. However, Xue Zhengyong and He’s eldest brother started from scratch and have been used to a hard life since they were young. It is said that they grew up eating hundreds of meals. Therefore, He not only could not refuse these requests from the old tenant farmers, but he also took them seriously every time and would send his disciple Haosheng to complete them.

The village was neither far nor close to the summit of life and death. It was a difficult journey to walk to and too pretentious to take a carriage.

So Xue Zhengyong prepared two good horses for them. Chu Wanning went down to the mountain gate and saw Mo Ran standing under a tall maple tree. It was late autumn, the forest was gradually dyeing, the maple leaves were red, and when the wind blew, the frosty leaves on the branches were like brocade, and like red carp jumping.

Mo Ran was holding a black horse rope in his hand, while the other white horse was rubbing his cheek affectionately. He was teasing them with a handful of alfalfa flowers. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around, and just as a few red leaves fell, Mo Ran looked up and smiled among the flowers.

“Master.”

Chu Wanning’s footsteps slowed down and finally stopped on the last few steps.

The sun shines through the lush leaves and soaks into the moss-covered stone steps. He looks at the man not far away. Perhaps because he has to do farm work, Mo Ran did not wear the disciple uniform of the Peak of Death and Life today, nor did he wear the white robe he wore when he came back.

He wears a black cloth, with handguards tied around his wrists. It couldn’t be simpler, but he has a slender waist, long legs, and broad shoulders. He looks like he has a great figure, especially at the chest, because the collar of the cloth is low, and you can see the strong and tight chest muscles, and the honey-colored skin rises and falls with the breathing.

If Xue Meng’s way of dressing up in silver and armor is called bright coquettishness, which is like a peacock spreading its tail and ink burning, it is a dull coquettishness, an innocent coquettishness, a reckless and pure coquettishness – in a word, I am an honest person, I never tease, and I can do nothing but work hard.

“…” Chu Wanning looked at he back and forth several times before speaking, “Mo Ran.”

“Huh? What’s wrong, Master?” The strong man asked with a smile.

Chu Wanning was expressionless: “With the collar so open, are you cold?”

The ink burned slightly, and then he felt that the master was caring about himself and was very happy. He put the alfalfa back into the horse straw basket, clapped his hands, ran up the bluestone steps, and stood tall and handsome in front of Chu Wanning. Before Chu Wanning could react, he caught Chu Wanning’s wrist.

“It’s not cold. I’ve been busy all morning. In fact, I’m very hot.” he smiled heartlessly, with Chu Wanning’s hand pressed on his undulating chest, “Master, look, isn’t it?”

So hot.

The temperature on the young man’s chest was very warm. Accompanied by the surging heartbeat and his eyes as bright as stars, Allen Chu felt a numbness on his back. He hurriedly shook off his hand and his face sank.

“What words.”

“Ah…are you sweating?” Mo Ran was mistaken. He now thinks that Chu Wanning does not like men. After all, the entanglement with him in the previous life was all because of his unreasonable coercion. He did not think that Chu Wanning would have any interest in him, so he only regarded the master’s displeasure as being unable to stand the sweat and heat on his body.

Thinking that Allen Chu loves cleanliness so much and doesn’t like to be in contact with others, Mo Ran couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said: “I was reckless for a while…”

If you look carefully, you will find that the depths of Chu Wan Ning’s handsome neck are crimson, and there is a glimmer of affection under the cold and drooping eyelashes.

But if he didn’t notice it in the first moment, Chu Wanning would not give him another chance to notice.With his pure white shoes stepping on the slippery bluestone, he walked straight towards the black horse, turned over, and mounted, all in one smooth motion.

In the sun-blocking sunshine, among the red leaves all over the mountains and plains, he was dressed in white, riding on a tall black horse. He turned sideways and looked down at the apprentice standing on the ground. His ice jade-like face looked very unruly. He was still the sharp-edged elder Yu Heng, and he couldn’t be more handsome.

“I’m leaving, hurry up and follow.”

After saying that, his slender legs tightened around the horse’s belly, he rode Hongchen, and galloped away.

Mo Ran stood there, stunned for a while, picked up the half-filled bamboo basket of alfalfa flowers, tied the basket behind the white horse’s saddle, and got on the horse, dumbfounded: “That black horse is my horse, why is Master riding so randomly… Master! Wait for me!”

The two of them rode fast and arrived at Yuliang Village in less than half an hour.

There are dozens of acres of rice fields outside the village, with golden waves rolling over them. There are about thirty farmers busy in the fields. Because there are not many people, both young and old, they are all working. They are hunched, rolling up their trouser legs, swinging sickles, and beads of sweat dripping from their faces. They look very strenuous.

Mo Ran immediately went to the village chief and handed the letter to him. Then without saying much, he changed into his hemp shoes and went into the field.He is strong and energetic, plus he is a Taoist, so cutting some wheat is not a problem.After working for a long time, two large ridges of rice have been cut away.

Golden rice ears are piled beside the rice fields, and when the sun shines, they are filled with the fragrance of grains.The sound of rustling sickles as farmers work can be heard in the mountains and plains, and the eldest daughter sitting on the ridge is busy picking up the ears and singing farm songs leisurely.

“The sun sets and the red flowers sparkle. The four mountains are red, and the red flowers match the peonies. I sing a love song with a red fan and ask my lover. The hydrangea flowers are round. I’m holding the man’s belt. When will he come? I don’t have time today. I have to chop firewood tomorrow. I will come to my little sister’s house later.”

This soft little melody and shy lyrics came out of the peasant girl’s mouth carelessly and unintentionally, lingering between heaven and earth and falling into the hearts of the listeners.

“I don’t have time today. I have to chop wood tomorrow. I won’t come to my little sister’s house until the day after tomorrow.”

Chu Wanning did not go to the ground, but leaned under the tree with a tank of hot water to drink. Listening to the song, his eyes followed the diligent black figure in the distance. His mind was ups and downs. The water dripped from his throat. It seemed that it did not flow to his stomach, but instead gurgled into his chest, causing a burst of heat.

“The sound of Mi Mi.” After finishing the water, he commented coldly in four words.Go and return the porcelain jar to the village chief.

The village chief looked at him hesitantly.

Allen Chu was a little irritable and asked: “What’s wrong?”

“…The Immortal Lord…doesn’t go to the ground?” The old village chief is an upright person. Since he asked, he answered tremblingly, his white beard trembling, and his white eyebrows wrinkled in one place, “The Immortal Lord…is here to supervise the work?”

“…”

Chu Wanning felt so embarrassed for the first time.

Go to the ground…

Didn’t Xue Zhengyong tell him that he just had to stand by and watch Mo Ran work hard?Do you really want to go down?

…he can’t!!

Helpless, the old village chief looked at he without wanting to speak. Even several young children and old women nearby heard the sound and raised their heads to glance at this well-dressed man.

Tongyanwuji, a child with a bun in a bun asked bluntly: “Grandma, grandma, how can this Taoist brother go to the ground when he is wearing such white clothes?”

“His sleeves are so wide…” another child murmured.

“The shoes are also very clean…”

Chu Wanning was said to have a thorn in his back, so awkward.After standing there for a while, I really didn’t have the face to continue leisurely like this, so I picked up a sickle and went into the paddy field without taking off my shoes. The slippery mud immediately wrapped his feet, and the cold water reached his ankles. Chu Wanning tried to take two steps, but the slippery feeling made people frown, and tried to swing the sickle twice. Unfortunately, the strength was always wrong, and the cutting was very clumsy.

“…Pfft, this Taoist brother is so stupid.” Two children held their chins and saw his actions under the mulberry tree, laughing at him like this.

Allen Chu: “…”

Most of his face was darkened, and he no longer wanted to get too close to these people. Chu nightning struggled to maintain a calm gait in the quagmire, with handsome features, and strode towards the fiery figure harvesting rice in the distance.

He is going to take a sneak peek at how Mo Ran does it.

When three people are walking together, there must be my teacher, and he wants to steal his teacher.

Regarding tenant work, Mo Ran is obviously much more skilled than Chu Wanning. Under the scorching sun, he bent over, raised the knife in his hand, and was put down from the golden rice ears, and fell softly into his broad arms.He first holds the harvested rice in one hand, holds a full bundle, and then throws it into the bamboo basket behind him.

He was very serious when doing these things. He did not see Chu Wanning coming. Instead, he drooped his soft eyelashes diligently and diligently. There was a vague shadow on the high nose. Sweat dripped down his cheek. He had an almost wild breath, hot and wild, dull and passionate.Under the sun, his skin was like burning copper and iron, sparkling with astonishing sparks, as if it was still hissing with the hot steam from the sword-making pool, so bright and brilliant.

Chu Wanning admired it for a while, and suddenly realized what he was doing. He immediately frowned and shook his head, muttered something, and continued to walk forward with a straight face.

He is going to steal the teacher!

He wants to see how Mo Ran’s hand holds the sickle, how the falling arc should be tilted, and why the rice is as hard as wire in his hand, but in Mo Ran’s palm, the bunches have turned into weak and boneless girls, willing to lean into He’s arms one after another.

Probably because he was too focused on it, Chu Wanning didn’t notice that there was a frog under his feet that jumped up with a “croak” and jumped towards the ridge.

Chu Wanning was taken aback and hurriedly closed his feet to avoid it, but the paddy field was too slippery. He didn’t pay attention. The dignified elder Yuheng suddenly fell forward because of a majestic frog!

“Brush!”

Seeing that his face was about to be buried in the mud, Chu Wanning did not care about casting spells, but subconsciously pulled the busy figure in front of him.

The girl’s singing voice became more and more charming: “I’m holding the man’s belt – when will he come -”

By coincidence, Chu Wanning suddenly grabbed Mo Ran’s belt, staggered forward a few steps, and then fell into a hot, broad chest exuding a masculine atmosphere, and a pair of strong arms surrounded him.

The author has something to say:

Female assist: My chapter is already online, really.

Mo Ran:…Uh…is it that frog?

Female assist: Goodbye.