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    The two brothers stopped fighting and got up.

    The person in front of him has a very solemn temperament. Xue Meng was stunned for a while before reacting, nodding his head and saying: "Well. That's right. Who are you?"

    He has been self-willed since he was a child. Although Mrs. Wang repeatedly taught him etiquette, he didn't pay attention to it. Therefore, it is very impolite to ask other people's names without honoring them.

    But Mo Ran knew that this person would never have the same knowledge as Xue Meng.  After all, people are

    "I'm a Confucian disciple, Ye Wangxi." The young man was really calm and not angry. Under his dark sword eyebrows, his eyes seemed to be shining with stars, which were extraordinarily bright and sharp. "Dare to ask your surname Gao."

    "Ye Wangxi?" Xue Meng frowned and murmured, "I haven't heard of it. I'm not famous."

    Although his muttering was not loud, if the other party's hearing was not bad, he would definitely be able to hear it.  Therefore, Mo Ran pulled Xue Meng's sleeves in the dark to let him restrain himself, and then suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and smiled slightly: "Mo Ran, at the top of life and death, next to me is my humble brother Xue Meng."

    Xue Meng broke away from him and glared at him.

    "Don't touch me, who is your brother?"

    "Hey, Xue Meng, you" Mo Ran sighed, then bent his eyes again, and smiled at Ye Wangxi: "My brother is stubborn, let Brother Ye laugh."

    He didn't suddenly change his temper and became polite to Xue Meng.  It's just because this Ye Wangxi is really a hero among the people. Although he is unknown at this time, in his previous life, he was the second best master in the entire cultivation world except Chu Wanning.

    God knows how much Mo Ran suffered from Ye Wangxi in his previous life.  As a human being in this life, for this hero who is as sharp as a blade and as noble as a bamboo, let's not talk about wooing him, at least Mo Ran will never want to be his enemy again.

    One Chu Wanning is enough for him to burn out, and another Ye Wangxi, how can there be a comfortable life?

    Ye Wangxi didn't talk much, exchanged a few polite words, and then went back to the house.

    As soon as the others left, Mo Ran returned to the grinning face of the gods and ghosts, poked Xue Meng with his elbow, and asked with a smile: "How is it?"

    "How about what?"

    "This person." Mo Ran asked, "Do you like it, does it look good?"

    "?" Xue Meng glanced at him inexplicably, and cursed, "Crazy."

    Mo Ran laughed and said: "The four of us live in the same courtyard, and we will look down and see you in the future. You should be glad that he is the one who lives with us."

    Xue Meng said strangely: "Listen to your tone, do you know him?"

    Of course, Mo Ran couldn't tell the truth, so he joked old and unscrupulously: "I don't know, but, I only look at people's faces. I think he looks good, and I am very happy."

    Xue Meng scolded: "Disgusting!"

    Mo Ran made a haha, turned around and waved his hand, and made a curse gesture with his back to Xue Meng, then lazily returned to his stone hut, knocked down the door latch, and shut Xue Meng's cursing  outside.

    In the early morning of the next day, the ink lit up early.

    In order to let them get acquainted with life in Taoyuan, Yumin postponed the practice for three days.  After Mo Ran finished washing up, he saw that Ye Wangxi had gone out, and the other two hadn't woken up yet, so they went to wander the street by themselves.

    In the early morning mist, many immortal swordsmen walked lightly, drifting past, rushing to their respective training places.

    Mo Ran passed by an early shop, and saw a new pot of fried water, and remembered that the younger brother was still sick, so he walked over and said: "Madam, I want eight fried buns, and a bowl of sweet porridge, take it away."

    The featherman who set up the stall said without looking up: "Give me six feathers."

    Mo Ran stunned: "Six what?"

    "Six feathers."

    "Then do I have to find a chicken now and pluck a few feathers?"

    The featherman raised his eyes and gave him a blank look: "Want to eat without hair? Go, go."

    Mo Ran was angry and funny, and when he wanted to ask again, suddenly a familiar voice came from behind, and a bandaged hand stretched out, with six golden wings between his fingers.

    "Madam proprietress, let's make porridge, I'll pay for him."

    The Feathermen took the feathers and didn't bother to talk to them, so they turned around and packed up to go early.  Mo Ran turned his face to the side, and saw Ye Wangxi standing beside him, looking handsome and handsome, with a self-possessed bearing.

    "Thank you very much." Carrying steaming fried buns and sweet porridge, Mo Ran and Ye Wangxi said as they walked, "If we didn't meet you today, I'm afraid we would all be hungry."

    "It's okay." Ye Wangxi said, "Eighteen girls rememberCan't help being slightly envious.  So facing this bowl of porridge and a few steamed buns, he was silent for a long time, but he was reluctant to eat it.

    Mo Ran saw him sitting on a small stool, staring at the food in front of him, but didn't move his chopsticks. He thought it was not to his appetite, so he asked, "What's wrong? Is it greasy?"

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    Chu Wanning looked back at him, shook his head, picked up a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of porridge, blew it cool, and took a sip carefully.

    If he was the handsome and indifferent Chu Zongshi in the past, drinking porridge like this would only make him look well-mannered and elegant.

    But on a child, it was a bit clumsy and pitiful.

    Mo Ran misunderstood, and said to him: "You don't like longan? Then you pick it out and throw it aside, it's okay."

    "No." The younger brother didn't have much expression on his face, but when he looked at Mo Ran again, his black eyes were warm, "I like it."

    "Ohhaha, that's good, I thought you didn't like food."

    Chu Wanning hung down the thick eyelashes and repeated in a low voice: "I like it. No one has ever treated me like this before."

    He said, raised his eyes and looked at Mo Ran, and said seriously.

    "Thank you, brother."

    Mo Ran didn't expect him to say this, and couldn't help but stunned.

    He is not a kind person, nor does he like children.  The reason why he is good to Xia Sini is that he is very capable at a young age, and he is a young man worth making friends with.

    However, he was utilitarian, but the other party treated him with sincerity.  Mo Ran couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but after listening to the words of this little junior brother, he felt strange, so after waving his hand to let Chu Wanning stop thanking himself, he asked, "Has no one bought you breakfast before?"

    Chu Wanning had no expression and nodded.

    "Won't those people under Elder Xuanji's sect take care of each other?"

    Chu Wanning said: "I don't often get together with them."

    "Then what happened before you started? When you were in the secular family, your parents" Halfway through the words, Mo Ran stopped.

    His little teacher was born so clear, which parents would have the heart to throw him to the mountain to practice, and never come to the sect to see him?  Presumably his experience is the same as that of the teacher and himself.

    Sure enough, Chu Wanning calmly said: "My parents have abandoned me, and I have no other relatives, no one will take me."

    Mo Ran stopped talking, and after a long silence, he sighed.  Xindao: I originally had a good relationship with this child, firstly because of his superb cultivation, secondly because he is quite calm, different from ordinary squeaking children.  But I don't want him to have the same background as me.

    Looking at the junior in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the years when he was young that was full of bitterness and suffering, and a blood surged in his chest, gradually growing compassion and intimacy.  Suddenly said: "Nobody took you with me before, but now I have. Since you call me senior brother, I will take good care of you from now on."

    Chu Wanning didn't seem to expect him to say this, and looked a little surprised. After a while, he slowly rubbed a smile and said, "You want to take care of me?"

    "Well. You follow me in the future, and I will teach you the mind and how to practice the sword."

    Chu Wanning's smile became stronger: "You want to teach me the mind, teach me how to practice the sword?"

    Mo Ran misunderstood his expression, scratched his head and said: "Don't laugh at me, I know your cultivation base is very good, but you are still young after all, and you have to learn many things again. Elder Xuanji has many disciples, he will not care  You. What's wrong with you learning from me, at least I'm still a martial artist."

    Chu Wan was quiet for a long time, and said: "I never laughed at you. I think you are very good."

    In this case, before, he would never be able to say it, but his body has become smaller, and it seems that even his temperament will soften, as if he is hiding in a dark place, and he can finally remove the hard mask.

    Mo Ran, on the other hand, lived for two lifetimes, and it was the first time someone praised "You are fine", even though the other party was just a child, it also made him at a loss, very pleasantly surprised, stuttering for a long time, always as thick as a city wall  His face turned red.

    He muttered and repeated: "I, I, I, I'm fine Am I fine?"

    Suddenly, I vaguely remembered that when I was young, I really wanted to be a good person.

    However, the humble but gentle wish at that time was the same as "When I grow up, I will ask Sister Li from the Rouge Shop to be my daughter-in-law", "I will buy sesame seed cakes every day after earning enough silver", "If there are two in a meal in the future",  A piece of braised pork, even if you are a god, you won¡¯t change it¡±, and later it became a memory of Feng Chuixuesan.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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