[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 187 [English]

Chapter 187 Master, you are my light

Seeing Chu Wanning turning his head, Hua Binan seemed to have a smile in his eyes. He stretched out a white and delicate hand from under the sleeves of the wide blue silk robe, and spread it forward softly, indicating the brocade box in front of Chu Wanning’s men.

Chu night Ning nodded and said to the mute servant: “Thank you.”

Seeing that he had put away the box, the mute servant bowed low and returned to his master.

Xue Zhengyong said in surprise: “Yu Heng, do you know the Cold Scale Saint Hand?”

“I don’t know.” Chu Wanning looked at the box in front of him. “If you know me, you don’t need to spend 2.5 million gold in Xuanyuanhui to buy his tapir scented dew.”

“Then why did he give you this?”

“I don’t know either.” Chu Wanning said, “Open it and take a look.”

The brocade box was opened, and there were five bottles of warm tapir fragrance neatly packed inside, as well as a letter.

Chu Wanning opened it and read it. The content of the letter was quite simple. He said that he knew that Master Chu had paid a high price for the dew in Xuanyuan Pavilion. He felt that the tapir scented dew was not worth the price. He had always wanted to offer five more bottles, but he never had the opportunity to meet the master. Now that he has got this good relationship in Lingshan, I hope you will accept it.

Xue Zhengyong immediately said: “I think he wants to make friends with you.”

“…”

If you don’t accept this kind of gift, it will be a disgrace to the other party. Chu Wanning thanked Hua Binan from a distance, but handed the bottom of the brocade box to Xue Zhengyong.

Xue Zhengyong said happily: “Give it to me?”

“…To Elder Tanlang.” Chu Wanning said, “I always feel that this Hua Binan is a bit strange. Xuanyuan Pavilion sells so many high-priced medicines every year. They are all artificially high. Can he compensate for them one by one?”

Xue Zhengyong muttered: “I don’t think it’s strange. After all, the price is high. It’s as outrageous as yours. This is the first time I’ve heard of it.”

Chu Wanning looked angry and said: “It’s just what you need, what’s wrong with it. In short, you give these five bottles to Tanlang. I think there should be no poison in it, but it’s not a waste to let Tanlang learn how to prepare tapir scented dew.”

“You don’t need it anymore?”

“I…”

It’s strange to say that those absurd and extremely real dreams have become less and less recently. Except for the few days when I just came out of the Confucianism Sect, I occasionally dreamed of some fragmented scenes, the rest of the nights were all good dreams.

Drinking tapir scented dew is also a waste of natural resources. Chu Wanning feels that there is no need to keep such a good medicine for himself.

After staying in Lingshan for two or three days, when he returned to the top of life and death, Mo Ran was no longer there.

Xue Meng said: “The demon is gone.”

A thin mark appeared on Chu nightning’s eyebrows: “There is another demon? This is the nineteenth one this month.”

“They all ran out of the Golden Drum Tower of the Confucian Feng Sect.” Xue Meng sighed, “I caught a lot of them and locked them up in our Tongtian Tower. However, the Tongtian Tower is no better than the Golden Drum Tower. The tower body is smaller, and the inlaid spiritual stone charms are not as powerful as the Confucian Feng Sect. If this continues, I am afraid the tower will not be able to bear it.”

Xue Zhengyong said: “The next time Li Wuxin comes, let him take some to Bitan Villa and put them in his Holy Spirit Tower.”

Xue Meng smiled: “This is also a good idea.”

Xue Zhengyong said: “Guyueye can also be divided a little bit. I heard that their Star Picking Tower is bigger than the Golden Drum Tower of Rufeng Sect…”

This time Xue Meng was unwilling. He raised his dark eyebrows and said angrily: “No!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like that ginger dog. He is so annoying. If the Tower of Babel explodes, I won’t even give him the monsters captured by my sect!”

Chu nightning shook his head, not wanting to listen to the father and son yelling anymore, so he left first.

he After sleeping in Huishui Pavilion, it turned out to be a good night’s sleep again, without the interruption of old dreams. When he woke up, the setting sun was already like blood, and the night filled most of the sky, with only a trace of sunset blood remaining on the horizon.

At this time, Meng Potang had no food, but he was a little hungry, so he packed up his clothes, pushed the door open and went out, preparing to go around Wuchang Town and eat some snacks.

As a result, I happened to see Mo Ran returning from the demon slaying, walking on the long bluestone steps leading to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion.

Seeing he, Mo Ran smiled: “Master, I heard from uncle that you were sleeping, and I wanted to wake you up.”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s okay.” He said, “I just want to come see you and walk together.”

It’s a coincidence that Chu Wanning feels a little happy because of the coincidence between them. In the affection, a little bit of rapport is worthy of making people feel comfortable.

“Where to go?”

But they all asked at the same time.

Chu night Ning was stunned for a moment, and Mo Ran was also stunned for a moment.

Then he said: “I listen to you.”

Said together again.

Chu Wanning’s ten fingers were clenched in his sleeves in confusion. There was sweat between his fingers. His eyes were dark and hot, but he looked at the ink burning calmly and calmly.

Mo Ran couldn’t help but grin.

“Anywhere is fine.”

Chu Wanning is actually very happy, but he is still used to being light, even if his happiness is not light, it is very rich, like the pale crimson begonia flowers on the branches.

He said: “Let’s go and see the town and have something to eat.”

He didn’t even ask Mo Ran how to eliminate demons, whether it went smoothly or not. Now they are destined and intentional, and they have a tacit understanding. When he stood outside the bamboo leaf and looked at Mo Ran’s black clothes, the edges of the dark golden curly grass pattern shimmered in the night, he knew that everything was fine and there was no need to say anything.

They came to the town of Impermanence together.

Wuchang Town has been getting better and better over the years. It has expanded from the original three horizontal streets and three vertical streets to the current six horizontal streets and five vertical streets, which is almost a full circle.

“When I first came to the Peak of Life and Death, the firewood doors of every household were closed before nightfall, incense burner ashes were sprinkled outside the courtyard, Bagua mirrors were hung on the doors, and soul-calming bells were tied under the eaves.” Chu Wanning looked at the people coming and going in front of him and the scene of the lanterns coming on, and said, “Now, except for the name of this town, which has not changed, the rest are almost unrecognizable.”

Mo Ran smiled and said: “With the peak of life and death here, it will only be better in the future.”

The two of them walked along the re-paved bluestone main street of the town. Along the way, there were candy performers, shadow puppet performers, stalls selling snacks and barbecue, and people eating Gudong pot. There was a dazzling array of things to see, and the sky was filled with excitement. Rows of lanterns were hung on the sky street, illuminating the lively night market and the fireworks in the world.

When Mo Ran saw the Gudong Pot stall, he remembered that he, Xue Meng and Xia Si Ni had eaten here together, so he smiled and pulled Chu Wanning: “Master, eat this, this store has your favorite soy milk.”

They sat down on the squeaky bamboo chairs. It was very cold, but the master cooking the dishes was extremely hot. He was shirtless, wiping his sweat, and moved over and asked: “Two immortals, what do you want?”

Chu nightning said: “Mandarin duck pot.”

Mo Ran said: “Mushroom clear soup pot.”

“…Don’t you want spicy food?”

Mo Ran lowered his eyes and smiled, his voice gentle and low: “I want to quit.”

Chu night Ning was startled for a moment, and he vaguely understood why Mo Ran suddenly didn’t want to eat spicy food anymore. It seemed like there was a fish swimming by in the lake, and there was a bubble in the pool of his heart, and the water rippled slightly.

“You don’t need to quit…”

Mo Ran said: “No, I just like it.”

“…”

“I like to quit, I want to quit.” He looked at Chu Wanning, the thick eyelash curtains moved, fell on the tip of the other person’s reddish ears, and smiled.

The second half of the sentence was never spoken again——

If you want to be like you, when eating hot pot, you can put two pairs of chopsticks into a lively pot, no longer one red and one white, clearly distinguishable.

Mo Ran ordered some more stir-fried dishes, but unfortunately the stall did not make exquisite desserts. He ordered three cans of soy milk in a fat porcelain pot, and then sat down to wait for the dishes to be served.

There were people eating all around, men, women, old and young, with black hair and white frost. The steam in the soup pot was rising, the fire in the wok was rising, shouting and punching, talking, laughing and selfish desires, all converged into the tenderness of a lake and a sea in the heat of fireworks, the fragrance of vegetables and wine.

The world is so ordinary, but the mortal world is so lively.

Before Mo Ran was fifteen years old, he was very hungry and could not eat these good wines and dishes.

After becoming the Immortal Emperor, even among thousands of people, he still couldn’t get such true peace.

It’s all there now.

Suddenly, flames rose up, and it turned out that the man in charge of the ladle was putting the vegetables in the pot. The fire rolled up in clusters from the big pot, reflecting a delicate copper-colored sheen on the shirtless man’s body. Oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar were poured in one after another, and the strong muscles of his arms trembled, and a plate of stir-fry was instantly cooked.

When hot, serve immediately.

“Double-fried and crispy!” shouted the second brother who was doing the job.

In the previous life, Ta Xianjun was not pleased with all kinds of delicacies, but for some reason, he was actually made to laugh out loud by this “fried double crisp”. He crossed his slender fingers and placed them on the smooth chin. A pair of long and thick eyelashes moved slightly. The brilliance from all over the world gathered on the two ink curtains at this moment, dyeing the darkness very brightly.

Allen Chu asked: “Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t know, I’m just happy.”

Allen Chu stopped talking, but the smile of the handsome man opposite was so charming, and inexplicably, it made his heart brighten.

After eating, I looked up at the sky and felt that it was going to rain, but the people below didn’t seem to care and were still enjoying the glorious night in an orderly manner.

They walked through a lantern shop, and Mo Ran suddenly stopped and stood there looking.

Chu night Ning followed he’s gaze and looked over. It turned out that the old craftsman was carefully pasting a pagoda lantern. There was another very similar one that had already been made. There was a holder underneath, which was a river lantern.

“Old man, please, please bring me this pagoda lamp.”

He didn’t ask the price, and he didn’t ask whether Mo Ran liked it.

Chu night Ning walked over and handed the golden leaf to the old man who was hunched over and making a lamp seriously, and then casually handed the river lantern to the apprentice standing behind him.

“Take it.”

Mo Ran was surprised and happy, and even a little confused: “For me?”

Chu nightning did not speak. He took the half bottle of wine that was not finished during the meal and looked around. His eyes fell on the gurgling river in the distance, and he walked towards it.

The lights flickered on and off, then on again, and the lights were brilliant, winning the solemnity of the pagoda.

Mo Ran held the river lantern and murmured: “I have wanted to fly it once since I was a child, but I have no money every year.”

“Yes.” Chu Wanning glanced at he lightly, “You are the poorest.”

The ink burned and smiled.

The river was flowing quietly and gently. Chu Wanning did not want to go down to the stone steps. He was lazy, so he folded his arms and leaned under the covered bridge so leisurely. The priest in white clothes leaned against the dark black bridge pillar, holding a wine bottle with bright red tassels. He raised his head and took a sip, and then turned his face slightly. The dim light of the red lantern at the corner of the eaves shone on he’s delicate face like porcelain jade, heHis expression was indifferent, but his eyes could not hide the warmth. He looked at the happy man on the river bank, holding a river lantern, and his hands and feet were slightly clumsy.

Idiot, what’s so funny about this.

But still without blinking, I watched Mo Ran walk to the river, chatting a lot with the pagoda lantern, and finally leaned over and gently placed it on the river. A ray of golden and red light was reflected in the sparkling river water. Mo Ran paddled the water twice and sent the pagoda away.

That day, Mo Ran stood by the dark river for a long time.

It was not a festival, and no one else put lanterns on the river except he.

Only the small pagoda lantern, exuding a weak and stubborn light, traveled far and wide in the endless cold water of the night, then turned into a trembling and bleak spark, and was finally swallowed up by the darkness and disappeared.

Mo Ran stood there silently, no one knew what he was thinking.

he saw it till the end.

Until the surface of the Yangtze River, there was no more light.

It’s raining, thunderstorm.

The raindrops hit the duckweeds and knocked on the white walls and black tiles.

Everyone left with a smile and exclaimed. It was rare to see such a sudden downpour in winter. The vendors rushed to cover the pots, pans, utensils and utensils they used to make a living with brown oilcloths, and hurriedly fled around with their small carts to escape the heavy rain.

Chu Wanning was also a little dull for a while. Although Jingzhe was not far away, it was not winter yet, and the rain was too heavy and anxious.

He stood under the covered bridge, the rain and wind blew, only a little bit of he’s clothes were wet, but Mo Ran ran up from the river beach below in a hurry, his clothes were wet, his face was wet, and his eyes were wet and very dark.

Looking at he, he smiled softly and sheepishly.

“Create a spell and dry it yourself.”

“Yeah.”

Such heavy rain does not prevent the immortals from traveling, especially masters like Mo Ran and Chu Wanning. A small barrier can cleanly return to the top of life and death.

But none of them opened the barrier. Instead, they stood side by side under the pillars, waiting for the rain to stop.

After waiting for a long time, the rain showed no signs of abating. The sky and the earth were filled with mist and rapids. The night market that was bustling just now suddenly dissipated, like watercolors diluted by the cold rain and wet ink paintings.

Mo Ran said: “The rain seems to have no intention of stopping.”

Chu Wanning said lightly: “It’s raining so much, it seems like I’m sick.”

Mo Ran laughed out loud, laughed for a while, turned his head and said to Allen Chu: “What should I do, I can’t go back.”

“…”

Chu nightning knew that he should answer he “Don’t you practice Taoism?” “Don’t you know how to open a barrier?” “Why can’t you go back?”

But he was silent for a while. He didn’t say anything for some reason, but he didn’t respond either. He just raised his head and looked at the vast night rain.

The palms of his hands were slightly warm, and there was a little sweat between the curled fingers.

Just as he was thinking about how to answer, his hand was held by Mo Ran. Whether it was a slight tremor, a slight heat, or a slight stain of sweat, they all fell into Mo Ran’s hands without any cover.

Mo Ran looked at he, for a long time, his Adam’s apple twitched: “Master, I, I want to be with you…”

The words came to my lips, but I couldn’t say them out, but my heart was numb and throbbing, and I couldn’t swallow them.

At the end, he’s dark eyes were wet and hot. In one sentence, he spoke eagerly yet implicitly, cryptically yet intimately. He whispered: “I mean…it’s raining too much. Don’t go back to the sect tonight. It’s such a long journey, you’ll catch a cold.”

Allen Chu didn’t react. He was stunned for a moment and said, “I’m not cold.”

“Are you hot?”

“I’m not hot either…”

Mo Ran’s breath was hot and his chest was rising and falling. Before Chu Wanning could answer, he held He’s hand, placed it against his beating heart, and whispered: “I’m hot.”

The rain beats the duckweed.

But Chu Wanning saw fire in his eyes, saw the molten flow and Zhongxia.

The young man was almost pitiful in his anxiety and endearing at the same time.

He’s voice was a little hoarse: “Let’s go to the nearest inn, okay? Let’s go now.”

The author has something to say:

Gouzi: After seeing the last sentence today, why do I feel like the kind of bastard who tricked her boyfriend into renting a house in college…