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Xue Meng's face suddenly turned red, and he stuttered: "Robbing a bride? No, no, no, I won't steal a bride."

Mo Ran teased him: "Are you afraid that you and Miss Song will be arrested and locked up in a small room?"

"You were just locked up in a small room!" Xue Meng was ashamed and angry, "I just don't wear it!"

Xue Zhengyong said: "I see that you are not very clear about the clothing requirements for wedding guests. How about this? I will have someone custom-made one for each of you. Just take it and wear it when the time comes."

He paused, especially looking at Chu Wanning, and asked tentatively: "Yu Heng, is that okay?"

Others, Xue Zhengyong, are not afraid. At most, they just make some jokes, but Chu Wanning is used to wearing white clothes. If you don't mention him, it is not impossible for him to attend other people's wedding banquets in all white. When the time comes, Nangong Liu might be so angry that he vomits blood, and then the Summit of Death and Life and the Confucianism Sect would be at loggerheads.

Chu Wanning said: "Okay."

The night before departure, the wedding clothes Xue Zhengyong customized for everyone arrived. He specially invited a tailor from Linyi to bring these clothes out. They are strictly made, with tight stitching, and are very beautiful in appearance. Even a picky person like Xue Meng nodded with satisfaction after receiving the clothes.

Mo Ran held a stack of clean clothes, went up to the south peak of the top of life and death, entered the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, and said loudly: "Master, my uncle asked me to bring these clothes to you."

He walked to the lotus pond and saw Chu Wanning dancing with his sword.

He remembered that Chu Wanning's second weapon was a sword, but the sword was full of murderous intent and had the power to destroy the world. Chu Wanning would never use it easily. But if the knife is not sharpened, it will not be sharp, and if the skill is not practiced, it will not be skillful. Even if the sharp blade has no chance to be unsheathed, Chu Wanning will still dance with other swords from time to time.

The moonlight was cold at the moment, and maybe he was getting hot from sword practice. He took off his outer robe, leaving only a white silk tunic underneath. The silk material fluttered slightly with the evening breeze, making it look lively and elegant.

Instead of combing his usual high ponytail, he pulled up his hair and tied it into a strict and neat high bun, which made his face look particularly energetic and slimmer. The long swords are fighting, and the blade is as sharp as snow. His sword-dancing posture is strong but soft, and his feet are stretched and contracted. When the frost flowers are rolled up, they are as pale as a lotus shining on the water. After the cold electricity comes out, it is like a dragon piercing the sky. He opens and relaxes. After putting it away and putting it away, the best points were highlighted. Mo Ran stood not far away and looked at it, but he couldn't find any flaws at all.

Suddenly Chu Wan Ning's eyebrows froze, and he pointed his long sword towards the lotus pond. However, the move was so fierce that the water waves in the pond were split into two by the sword energy. It was actually forced by the sword's edge and could not close together for a long time - he drew the knife to cut off the water. ! He tapped his toes, swept up his long body, and flew through the center of the split water waves lightly and elegantly. With his arms spread out and his white sleeves surging, he floated down to the pavilion on the other side of the pool like a fairy.

"Master!"

Mo Ran was afraid that he would run away if he plundered again, so he quickly chased him under the pavilion and called him. The bright moon was high, the night was slightly cool, and the tall crabapple trees beside the pavilion were falling with white petals as gentle as frost and snow. Chu Wanning stepped on the sharp corners of the pavilion, and his clothes were a little loose, and the jade-colored moonlight leaked in. He heard the movement. , lowered his head, his eyes were dark and bright, he was panting, and his lips had the color of blood that had condensed after dancing with the sword, so he rarely looked very gorgeous.

"How did you come?"

The night wind blew the scattered hair on his forehead, and he narrowed his eyes.

"I'm here to bring you some clothes. You can try them on and see if they fit you?"

Chu night Ning snorted softly, and suddenly remembered that Mo Ran was now revered as a master by the world. After he woke up, he had not yet fought against him. He couldn't help but feel something in his heart. In the next moment, he was floating down with a sword in his hand. He shouted: "You first try to catch my sword if you can't catch it!"

Chapter 148 Master is naturally flirtatious

Mo Ran was startled. He didn't expect him to do this. He hurriedly dodged, and the sword edge grazed his chest.

"Master wants to spar with me. At least he should try on the clothes first. Uncle is still waiting for me to reply to him."

"Let's spar first, then try on clothes."

"Uncle is waiting impatiently. The tailor is still in the palace. If there is anything inappropriate, he needs to correct it."

"Then let's do it quickly."

"..."

In this regard, Chu Wanning and Xue Meng are very similar. They are both masters who are extremely difficult to suppress when they are eager to compete. As the two of them talked and answered, the long sword had pierced several vital points of Mo Ran. Thanks to Mo Ran's long-term tempering, he could dodge in time, otherwise he would be fine, and his clothes would probably be scratched thousands of times by Chu Wanning. Full of holes.

The blade of the sword suddenly hit Mo Ran's shoulder. Chu Wanning stopped his attack in time and only hit him sideways with the sword. He mocked and provoked: "Master Mo, is this all you have?"

Mo Ran was helpless by this person, and he had nowhere to put the clothes in his hands. He smiled bitterly and said: "Master is not going to let me go now, but you are still bullying me?"

Chu Wanning's eyes were like bayonets, and his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned: "Do you still want me to let you live forever?"

"Haha, that's true."

"...Do you want to fight or not?"

"Okay, okay, I'll fight, can't I fight?" Mo Ran smiled and shook his head, his fingertips blazing together, "Hell, summon me!"

The ghost came out in response, but Chu Wanning only had an ordinary weapon in his hand, so Mo Ran did not inject spiritual power into the ghost. He just held the willow vine, and another sword came from the front. The ink burned a few feet back, and he suddenly waved Take out the vine whip and wrap it around Chu Wanning's sword hilt. Chu nightning didn't take it seriously. He clenched his wrist and broke away from the restraint. His body quickly flashed behind Mo Ran like a ghost. With a long blade, he pressed his head against Mo Ran's neck.

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