Chapter 356

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"It's not cold. I've been busy all morning. In fact, I'm very hot." He smiled heartlessly and put Chu Wanning's hand 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 in his back. He hurriedly shook off his hand and his face sank.

"What words."

"Ah... are you sweating?" Mo Ran was wrong. He now thinks that Chu Wanning does not like men. After all, the entanglement with him in his previous life was all because of his unreasonable pressure. He did not feel that What does Chu Wanning mean to him, so he only regards the master's displeasure as being unable to bear the sweat and heat on his body.

Thinking that Chu nightning loves to be clean and doesn't like to be in contact with others, Mo Ran couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "I was reckless for a while..."

If he looked carefully, he would find that the depths of Chu Wan Ning's handsome neck were crimson, and there was a glimmer of affection hidden 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 blinding sunshine and 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 his apprentice standing on the ground. His ice jade-like face looked very unruly, and he was still as sharp as ever. Elder Yuheng, however, was extremely 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, Master. Why are you 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 ears rolling. There are about thirty farmers busy in the fields. Because there are not many people, both young and old are working. They are hunched and holding hands. He was holding a sickle in his trouser legs, and beads of sweat were dripping from his face, which looked very laborious.

Mo Ran immediately went to the village chief and handed him the letter. Then without saying much, he changed into his hemp shoes and went into the field. He is strong and energetic, and he is a Taoist, so it is no problem to cut some wheat. 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. The red flowers match the peonies. I sing a love song. I hold 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, and my son will come to my little sister’s house tomorrow.”

This soft little tune and shy lyrics came out of the peasant girl's mouth unintentionally, traveled between heaven and earth, and landed in the listener's heart.

"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 against the tree with a tank of hot water to drink. Listening to the song, his eyes followed the hard-working black figure in the distance. His mind was ups and downs, and the water dripped from his throat, seemingly without any flow. Instead of reaching the stomach, it gurgled into the chest, causing a burst of heat.

"The sound of Mi Mi." After drinking 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.

Chu Wanning was a little irritable and asked: "What's wrong?"

"...The Immortal Lord...won't you go to the ground?" The old village chief was an upright person. Since he asked, he answered tremblingly, with his white beard trembling and his white eyebrows wrinkled in one place, "The Immortal Lord...is here. Supervisor?"

"..."

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 him to go down?

...he can't! !

Helplessly, the old village chief stared at him 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, he really had no shame to continue leisurely like this, so he picked up a sickle and went into the paddy field without taking off his shoes. The slippery mud immediately wrapped his feet, and the cold water reached his ankles. Chu Wanning tried to take two steps. The greasy feeling made people frown, and he tried to swing the sickle twice. Unfortunately, the strength was always wrong, and the cut was awkward.

"...Pfft, this Daoist 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. Allen Chu struggled to maintain a calm gait in the quagmire, with handsome features, and strode towards the fiery figure harvesting rice in the distance. .

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