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After all, I laughed first: "Probably how to play 'angry'?"

Xue Meng glared at him: "Why don't you play how to 'pick Mo Weiyu to death'?"

During the Chinese New Year, Xue Meng made a mean joke, Mo Ran was not angry, and suddenly remembered something, and asked: "By the way, did you see the younger brother today?"

"You mean Xia Sini?" Xue Meng said, "I didn't see it, he is Xuanji's disciple after all, and Xuanji doesn't care if he hangs out with us every day. If he hangs out with us again during the Chinese New Year, his master will die of anger."

Mo Ran laughed and said: "That's true."

The red lotus waterside pavilion, the setting sun sets in the evening.

Chu Wanning pinched a pill and looked at it carefully. Xue Zhengyi sat opposite him. Chu Wanning never invited him to drink tea, so he filled a pot for himself, and unceremoniously ate a su cake from someone else's plate.

Chu Wanning glared at him, but he didn't notice it at all, but chewed the pastry and said, "Yuheng, don't look at it, although the greedy mouth is poisonous, but the heart is not bad. How could he harm you. "

"...Where did the Lord want to go?" Chu Wanning said lightly, "I was just thinking, since Elder Greedy Wolf has painstakingly developed a elixir that can restore me to a day's adult form, why doesn't he just be more straightforward? How many do you refine? If you need it, just take it."

"Oh, how can it be so easy." Xue Zhengyi said, "The medicinal materials required for this medicine are very rare. He has refined three of them, and they have already been used up. It is not a long-term solution."

"That's it." Chu Wanning murmured, "So that's the case, thank you very much."

"Haha." Xue Zhengyi waved his hand, "The two of you are actually quite alike, both of you say it badly, but your heart is not bad."

Chu Wanning glanced at him without saying a word, poured himself a cup of tea, and took the elixir that could restore him to his former form for a day.

Xue Zhengyi wanted to eat another piece of flower cake, but was held down by Chu Wanning.

"Gān?" The Lord said dissatisfied.

Chu WanNing said: "Mine."

Xue Zhengyong: "..."

As night fell, the disciples from the pinnacle of death and life came to Meng Potang one after another. Each elder sat with their apprentices, shuttled through the crowd with bread dumplings, snowmen, and flame mice, helping them pass salt shakers, chili powder, green onion plates, or other miscellaneous items.

Every table was bustling with joy and laughter, only at Elder Yuheng's table, where all the apprentices were filled, but the master was absent.

Xue Meng looked to the side and sighed: "I miss Master."

The teacher said softly: "Didn't Master write a letter a few days ago, let us have a good holiday, practice hard in Taohuayuan, and when he leaves the customs, he will come to see us?"

"It's true to say so, but when will he leave the customs..."

The one who was mourning and sighing, glanced listlessly across the hall, was suddenly taken aback, then sat up straight again, opened his eyes round like a cat, and looked towards the door of Meng Potang's courtyard.

The blood color quickly faded and came back again, Xue Meng's face was flushed, his eyes were bright, he stuttered excitedly and couldn't speak: "Yes... yes... yes..."

Mo Ran thought that the rare and strange animal raised by the elder Xuanji ran out to add to the fun, and felt that Xue Meng had little knowledge and made a fuss. He couldn't help laughing and said: "What's the matter? Look at you, it's like seeing a fairy, what's so fussing——"

He turned his head with a smile, and raised his eyes casually.

I can't say the word "weird" at the end anyway.

Outside the open lobby door, in the twilight and snowstorm, Chu Wanning was dressed in white, wearing a bright red cloak, Zheng Xiuya complacently closed the oiled paper umbrella sideways, shaking off the fine snow, and then the eyelash curtain rolled up, revealing A pair of sharp and slender phoenix eyes came and gave them a light look.

At this moment, when Mo Ran noticed it, he found that his heartbeat was accelerating, his palms were sweating, and even his breathing slowed down involuntarily.

Meng Potang gradually became quiet. When Chu Wanning appeared in Meng Po Hall on weekdays, the disciples did not dare to make noise, not to mention that he had been in seclusion for a long time, and now he appeared in the snowy night of New Year's Eve. The stained frost and snow made his face even more innocent and handsome, and his brows were even darker and darker.

The ink burned up and murmured: "Master..."

Xue Meng stood up suddenly, like a cat, rushed towards Chu Wanning, shouting "Master!" and plunged into Chu Wanning's arms.

Chu Wanning's clothes were soaked in the snow and it was extremely cold, but looking at Xue Meng's expression, it was as if he was hugging the peach blossoms in March and the charcoal fire in October, which was too warm, and he kept yelling: "Master, you finally came out, I I thought I couldn't see you before I left, but you still love us, Master Master..."

The teacher also greeted the past, bowed down, and showed joy: "Welcome to the master to leave the customs."

Chu Wanning patted Xue Meng's head, and nodded towards the teacher: "It's a bit late for the teacher, let's go, and stay with you."

He sat in the banquet, sitting next to Xue Meng, opposite Mo Ran.

As soon as Chu Wanning came, after the initial excitement and joy, everyone returned to their old habits, and they all sat upright like their masters. The table was eerily quiet.

On the table in the middle were various ingredients such as flour, meat stuffed eggs, and a brand new copper plate.

Mo Ran is the best cook among them, so everyone finally decided to let him direct.

"Then, I'd rather be respectful than obedient." Mo Ran laughed, "Do you know how to roll noodles?"

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