Article 320

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It was a very old cloth quiver, embroidered with camellia patterns. Due to too much time, the patterns had faded, and the bright petals showed a slight yellowish color, like the fragrance embroidered on the cloth. After all, it cannot last forever, and it will eventually fade one day.

Nangong Si's whole body was bright and beautiful, but the quiver was very torn, and even the traces of sewing could be clearly seen. Mo Ran knew in his heart that this quiver must be a precious thing to him, but who in the world doesn't have two or three broomsticks that he cherishes? What about the stuff? No matter how glorious a person is, he will always have a memory that will stay with him for a long time.

No one is as simple and heartless as they seem.

Nangong Si frowned: "Mo Ran...remembered. Master Chu's apprentice?"

"Um."

In this case, Nangong Si's attitude became slightly better and said: "I'm sorry, we were far apart just now. Looking at your body and dress, I thought you were the master who left the seclusion early, but I didn't know."

Mo Ran looked away from the quiver, and did not ask ignorantly, but replied calmly: "I just heard you shouting like this, and I thought it was the master who left the seclusion early, and I didn't know."

Nangong Si laughed, perhaps because of his noble birth. Even when he laughed, there was still a bit of arrogance in his handsome features. And his arrogance is different from Xue Meng's arrogance. Xue Meng is proud of his talent, but Nangong Si seems to be a little more violent, a little arrogant and arrogant.

But he was born very well. This kind of violence did not make him scary, but made him more wild.

Mo Ran couldn't help but think in his heart, Nangong Si, Nangong Si, is really a free and fierce horse.

He was lost in thought when he heard Nangong Si say: "Before, the world of ghosts was shattered and Grandmaster Chu was unfortunately in trouble. I was sad for a long time. Fortunately, with the guidance of the master, I was able to bring Grandmaster back to life. When he wakes up later, I will definitely die and live." Visit from the top.”

"Then I'll look forward to seeing you young master."

Nangong Si waved his hand, and suddenly saw the book in Mo Ran's hand, and asked curiously: "What is Brother Mo doing?"

"read."

Nangong Si originally thought that the reading he was talking about should be reading some obscure and difficult texts. Unexpectedly, when he took a closer look, he found that they were just classics such as "Xiaoyaoyou" and "Book of Rites". He was stunned at first, and then Said: "These... are all basic scriptures. I memorized them all when I was a child. What do you think these are used for?"

Mo Ran didn't feel ashamed, his eyes were calm, and he said: "When I was a child, I couldn't even write my own name."

"Ahem..." Nangong Si was a little embarrassed, "Signed up to study in an academy?"

"Yes. I'm just going to collect some spiritual stones for cultivation on Mount Tai these days. I saw a new lecture was held at Xinglin Academy. I have nothing to do. Come and have a listen."

Nangong Si nodded, looked at how late it was, and said, "Look, Brother Mo hasn't had dinner yet. Since you have come to the Confucian Fengmen realm and you are Master Chu's disciple, I naturally have to fulfill my duties as a landlord. It happens that my companion is waiting for me at a nearby restaurant, how about we go have a drink together?"

Mo Ran thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong anyway, so he said: "It's disrespectful."

"Wu Yulou. It is one of the most famous restaurants in Linyi. The nine-turn sausage is delicious. Have you heard of it?" Nangong Si asked him as he walked.

"Why haven't you heard of it?" Mo Ran smiled and said, "One of the best restaurants in the world of cultivation. Mr. Nangong, you really know how to choose a place."

"I didn't pick the place."

"Oh, that's it?"

Nangong Si said: "My companion picked it."

As a person who has lived for a lifetime, Mo Ran is more or less aware of the intricate relationships of the Confucian Feng Sect. Although he does not say it, he is a little surprised in his heart, and secretly thinks: Ye Wangxi is here too?

But he followed Nangong Si onto the restaurant, lifted the bead curtain of the wing and stepped in. The people inside made him almost choke——

I saw Song Qiutong, wearing light and loose clothes, standing by the window in the pavilion. The peach blossoms were blooming outside. She turned around when she heard the sound. The golden steps on her temples were swaying and shining, which made her skin look like gelatin and her lips were like red. It was indescribable. Good looking.

The half-foot that Mo Ran put in subconsciously retracted.

He was thinking, is it still too late to tell Nangong Si that he doesn't like Shandong cuisine, especially Jiuzuan Fat Sausage?

Chapter 122 Master’s Reflection

"Come, Brother Mo, let me introduce you to you. This is a junior sister under my sect, named Song Qiutong."

Finally, he bit the bullet and sat down, and Nangong Si introduced him excitedly at the wine table. Song Qiutong, Song Qiutong, he even knew clearly where there were moles on her back and birthmarks on the roots of her legs, so Nangong Si needed to say more.

But his face was still tense, and he nodded restrainedly: "Miss Song."

"This is Grandmaster Chu's direct disciple, Mo Weiyu from the Peak of Death and Life. You should have seen him before in Caidie Town, but there were so many people at that time that you probably can't remember clearly."

Song Qiutong smiled warmly, stood up, folded her crotch and bowed, "My little daughter Qiutong, I have met Mr. Mo Xian."

"..."

Mo Ran did not get up, and looked at her with deep eyes for a long time, and then said: "You're welcome."

For his former wife, Mo Ran was actually disgusted from the bottom of his heart. This kind of nausea does not only appear after reincarnation, but has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow in previous lives and is indelible.

In the previous few times they met, he had never met her directly, so although he was disgusted, he was not as unhappy as he was today.

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