Article 74

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Naihe Bridge is the bridge connecting the main area of ​​the summit of death and life and the rest area of ​​the disciples. It can accommodate five horse-drawn carriages passing side by side. The bridge pillars stand with nine white jade beasts, representing the nine sons of the dragon, and 360 lion heads. Low column, magnificent momentum.

Chu Wanning swept the ground silently, and after sweeping, carefully wiped the jade.

After working for most of the day, when the sky was getting dark, it started to rain.

Most of the disciples who finished class did not bring oil-paper umbrellas, and ran towards their residences chattering through the puddles. The raindrops slammed on the stone steps, Chu Wanning glanced away, and saw the boys and girls with relaxed smiles on their faces, drenched and bright in the rain.

"..." Chu Wanning knew that if they saw him, the brightness and ease would disappear, so he thought about it and went under the bridge hole.

Some disciples who ran ahead came to the bridge, saw the scene clearly, and couldn't help but let out a "huh".

"Enchantment?"

"Why is there an enchantment on the Naihe Bridge?"

"Probably arranged by Elder Xuanji." A disciple guessed, "Elder Xuanji is the best for us."

The translucent golden enchantment enveloped the upper end of the Naihe Bridge, stretching and spreading until the main promenade of the disciple rest area, covering all the roads they were going to walk next.

"It must have been arranged by Elder Xuanji, isn't this place under his control?"

"Elder Xuanji is so kind."

"This enchantment is so beautiful, the elder is really powerful."

All the disciples shook their wet hair, laughed and shoved and hid in the barrier, talking all the way to the rest area.

Chu Wanning stood under the bridge hole, listening to the voices of people on the bridge, until there was no more sound, and the returned teenagers had gone far away, then he slowly closed the enchantment, and walked out of the bridge calmly dòng.

"Master."

Suddenly he was surprised to hear someone calling him.

Chu Wanning suddenly raised his head, but no one was seen on the shore.

"I'm here."

He followed the sound and looked up, and saw Mo Ran leaning on the white jade bridge, wearing a silver-blue light armor, and his legs resting lazily on the edge of the bridge railing.

The young man's eyebrows were astonishingly black, his eyelashes were like two small fans, hanging down before his eyes. He was holding an oil-paper umbrella, staring at himself with a half-smile.

They were alone on the bridge, and Lin Ye was shivering. One is under the bridge, cold and rainy.

Just looking at each other like this, no one spoke for a while.

The misty rain between the sky and the earth is lingering and lingering. Occasionally, fallen leaves and thin bamboos flutter down with the wind and rain, and they flutter and fall between the two of them.

In the end, Mo Ran laughed out loud, with some teasing: "Elder Xuanji, you are all wet."

Chu Wanning also said coldly almost at the same time: "How do you know it's me?"

Mo Ran pursed his lips, his eyes were crooked, and his dimples were deep: "Such a big enchantment, Elder Xuanji can't make it out? It's not Master, who else can it be?"

Chu Wanning: "..."

Mo Ran knew that he was too lazy to cast a spell for himself to avoid the rain, so he threw the umbrella down when he had an idea.

"This is for you, go on."

The bright red oil-paper umbrella flew down, Chu Wanning caught it, the handle of Birun's bamboo and wood umbrella was still dyed with some temperature, crystal water drops dripped down the umbrella surface, Chu Wanning looked up at him: "Then And you?"

Mo Ran smiled slyly: "Master cast a little spell, can't I go back cleanly?"

Chu Wanning snorted, but still flicked his sleeves, Mo Ran immediately opened a translucent golden barrier above Mo Ran, Mo Ran looked up and smiled: "Haha, it's so beautiful, and there are peony patterns, thank you. "

Chu WanNing glanced at him: "That's Begonia, only five petals."

After all, the white-clothed scarlet umbrella floated away. Liu Moran stood alone in the rain curtain, counting the petals: "One, two, three, four, five...ah, it's really five petals..."

Looking up again, Chu Wanning has gone far.

Mo Ran squinted his eyes and stood under the enchantment. The childish smile on his face disappeared little by little, and gradually changed into a complex expression.

He suddenly didn't understand what he was thinking.

If there is only pure love or pure loathing for a person's feelings, it will be fine.

The rain lasted for four days before it stopped. When the clouds parted and the rain rested, a group of cars and horses jingled their bells, stepped on the clear pool of stagnant water, smashed the sky, clouds and shadows, and stopped in front of the mountain gate of the Peak of Death and Life.

The bamboo curtain was raised, and a folding fan with bright red tassels protruded from inside.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of blue-backed and silver-edged combat boots stepped out, stepped on the shaft of the car, and fell heavily on the ground with a bang, flying dust.

This is a strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, big arms and round waist, wearing blue and silver light armor, with neat sideburns and beards, he looks about forty years old. He looks rough, but his tower-like hands are shaking an exquisite literati fan, which is indescribably weird.

The fan opened with a "snap", and on the side facing others, it read——

"Xue Lang is very beautiful."

On the side facing me, it says——

"The world is ugly."

This fan is famous all over the world. The reason is not only that the owner of the fan is very skillful, but also because the words written on the fan are too embarrassing.

Positively boast about yourself, and mock others negatively.

The handle of the fan was shaken lightly, and the owner could smell the narcissism of the fan owner for a hundred miles around, and everyone in the cultivation world knew about it.

Who is the owner of this fan? It was Xue Meng's father, Mo Ran's uncle, Xue Zhengyong and Xue Xianchang who had stayed outside for more than two months.

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