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    The sun is getting higher and higher, and more and more people come to the inn to be the best. Mo Ran thinks that the downstairs is noisy, so he asks Xiaoer to deliver all the prepared dishes to his room.

    In the end, he still invited Chu Wanning. After all, the master is the greatest, and he is not the emperor of the human world now, so the rules still have to be followed.

    There are three steaming bowls of steaming noodle soup on the beech wood square table. The noodles are made by myself, which are different from those bought outside. They are smooth and chewy, with thick slices of beef on top, oiled fat intestines, fresh and tender pea sprouts, plump  The green vegetables and golden egg shreds are bright and attractive, and they are beautifully arranged.

    But the most outstanding thing about these three bowls of noodles is not the water leaves, nor the large pieces of meat, or the luxurious ingredients, but the bone broth that has been simmered for four hours, poured into the noodle bowls, and the milky white soup floats  Sesame red oil, Mo Ran took a stone bowl to grind a spicy and fragrant seasoning, boiled it in the soup, the aroma was tangy, and the taste was strong.

    He was thinking about Shi Mei's favorite spicy food, so there were plenty of red oil and spicy oil.  Seeing that the teacher buried his head in the food and it was very delicious, the arc of the corner of Mo Ran's mouth became more and more comfortable. After sneaking a few glances, he couldn't help asking: "Is it delicious?"

    The teacher said: "It's very delicious."

    Chu Wanning didn't speak, but still had the gloomy expression that God owed him a hundred gold and silver mountains.

    Mo Ran showed some complacent expression: "Then when you want to eat it, tell me, and I will do it."

    There is a thin layer of water mist in Shi Mo's hot eyes, and he raises his eyes and smiles at Mo Ran, with softness between his brows.  The beauty is in front, if there is not Chu Wanning who is sitting next to him in a world of ice and snow, Mo Ran will be a little uncertain whether he should eat Shimei or the noodles in the bowl.

    Pea sprouts, fat intestines, Shi Mei didn't eat much, but the beef and vegetables quickly bottomed out.

    Mo Ran, who has been observing quietly by the side, stretched out his chopsticks, pulled the pea sprouts and fat intestines into his bowl, and picked up several pieces of beef from his noodle bowl to fill the gap.

    The disciples at the peak of life and death all eat in Meng Potang, and they often exchange dishes with each other, so Shi Mei didn't think there was anything strange, and smiled: "Ah Ran doesn't eat beef?"

    "Well, I love pea sprouts."

    As he spoke, he buried his head and snored.  The ears are pointed and slightly red.

    Chu Wanning picked up the bean sprouts in his bowl with chopsticks expressionlessly, and threw them all into the ink-burning bowl.

    "I don't eat bean sprouts."

    He threw all the beef in his bowl to Shi Mei: "I don't eat beef either."

    Then he frowned, stared at what was left in the bowl, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

    Shi Mo cautiously said: "Masteris it not to your liking?"

    Chu WanNing: ""

    He didn't answer. He lowered his head, silently picked up a piece of green vegetable, took a small bite, his face became even uglier, and with a "snap", he put down the chopsticks neatly.

    "Mo Weiyu, did you overturn the hot sauce jar in the soup?"

    Unexpectedly, such a hard-working breakfast would be confronted with such a robbing, Mo Ran was taken aback, raised his head, and there was a noodle hanging from the corner of his mouth.  He blinked at Chu Wanning innocently, and couldn't believe his ears, so he swallowed the noodles with a sniff, and said, "What?"

    Chu Wanning didn't give face this time: "Are you making something that people eat? Can people eat this thing?"

    Mo Ran blinked his eyes a few more times, and finally determined that Chu Wanning was scolding himself, and said indignantly: "Why is it not eaten by humans?"

    Chu Wanning's eyebrows twitched, and he said sharply: "It's really hard to swallow."

    Mo Ran choked, anyway, he was the craft of Zuiyulou who stole the teacher.

    "Master, you too are too picky."

    The teacher also said: "Master, you haven't eaten for a day, even if you don't like it, you should eat some."

    Chu Wanning got up and said coldly: "I don't eat spicy food."

    After speaking, he turned and left.

    The two people who stayed at the table suddenly fell into an awkward silence.  The teacher was a little surprised: "Master doesn't eat spicy food? I don't know why Ah Ran, don't you know?"

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    Mo Ran stared at the noodles that Chu Wanning left on the table, barely took a bite, stayed for a while, and then nodded.

    "Hmm. I don't know."

    This is a lie, Mo Ran knows that Chu Wan would rather not eat spicy food.

    It's just that he forgot.

    After all, he has been entangled with this person for most of his life in his previous life. He knows what Chu Wanning likes to eat and what he doesn't like.

    But he didn't care, and he never remembered.

    Returning to the room alone, Chu¡­¡­¡­¡­¡±

    So can this sissy stop telling the big truth like this?

    After waiting for a long time, the Lord finally came.  He walked up a thousand steps and came to Tongtian Tower, followed by a young man behind him.

    Chu Wanning just glanced at it casually, but before he saw it clearly, he turned his eyes away and continued to study his nail cover.  Didn't even bother to take a second look.

    When it comes to apprenticeship, I have to talk about how unconventional and unconventional the summit of death and life is.  For other sects, the master is superior, touching the head of a new disciple and saying: "Young man, I think you have a lot of wisdom. From today on, you will be my disciple."

    The apprentice didn't even have a chance to say "no".

    Or the master looked indifferent and contemptuous, waving his sleeves and said: "Young man, your skull is too high, your eyes are dull, and the back of your head is reflexive. It is not what my disciple should look like. You have no destiny with me, and I will not accept you as a disciple."

    Then the apprentice had no time to express himself, the master flew away with a whoosh of the sword, running faster than a dog.

    The peak of life and death is different, the master and the disciple choose each other.

    What does that mean?

    There are 20 elders at the Peak of Death and Life. After getting started, all disciples can piously hand in invitations to teachers after getting along with each other for a period of time, expressing their willingness to practice with the elder.

    If the elders accept it, then everyone will be happy.

    If the elder does not accept it, the disciple can stalk him until the elder softens or the disciple gives up.

    Logically speaking, Chu Wanning is highly skilled and handsome, and he should be like a crowd, and all the disciples will worship him as their master if they squeeze their heads.  But it is not.

    Chu Wanning's face is good-looking, but his temper is terrible. It is said that he can beat female disciples as male disciples when he is annoyed, and directly sink male disciples.  Few people have the courage to worship such a master.

    Therefore, under Elder Yuheng's sect, the horses were deserted.

    Except for Xue Meng, the proud son of heaven, and Xue Meng's friend Shi Mei, he has never accepted anyone.

    Everyone would rather call him respectfully: "Elder." than call him "Master" affectionately.

    Chu Wanning said coldly that he was not sad, lowered his head nonchalantly, and continued to dump the cold mech weapons.  What sleeve quiver, martial law whistle, are designed for others.  The earlier it is done, the sooner more people will be spared suffering.

    So he didn't expect that Mo Ran would choose himself without hesitation.

    At that time, he was frowning, rubbing the sharp thorns on his fingertips, thinking about how to improve, and he didn't pay attention to what the Lord said to everyone.

    I don't know when, but the surrounding gradually became quiet.

    Chu Wanning, who had finished thinking about the improved formula of sharp thorns, suddenly realized that the surroundings where the human voice was buzzing just now seemed to be too silent.

    So he finally looked away from his fingertips, and raised his eyelids with some impatience and questioning.

    Then he saw a face.

    It is almost dazzling in the sun.

    It was a handsome young man looking up at him.  The corner of the young man's mouth was curled with a lazy, vague smile, and the dimples on his cheeks were deep, a little smoky, but also a little innocent.  A pair of black and purple eyes were staring at him without blinking, half eager and curious.

    He is new here and doesn't know the rules.  The distance between them is so close that it can almost be called rude.

    Suddenly a person appeared from a short distance away, and Chu Wanning was taken aback, as if he had been burned, he subconsciously took a step back, and with a bang, his head hit the tree trunk.

    The boy slightly opened his eyes wide: "Ah"

    Chu WanNing: ""

    Boy: ""

    Chu WanNing: "What are you doing?"

    The young man smiled and said: "Xianjun Xianjun, I have been watching you for a long time, why do you ignore me." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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