Article 505

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Xue Meng said: "The demon is gone."

A thin mark appeared on Chu nightning's eyebrows: "There is another demon? This is the nineteenth one this month."

"They all ran out of the Golden Drum Tower of Confucianism Gate." It’s not as powerful as the Confucian Feng Sect. If this continues, I’m afraid Ta will not be able to bear it.”

Xue Zhengyong said: "The next time Li Wuxin comes, let him take some to Bitan Villa and put it in his Holy Spirit Tower."

Xue Meng smiled: "This is also a good idea."

Xue Zhengyong said: "Guyue Ye can also share some points. I heard that their Star Picking Tower is even bigger than the Golden Drum Tower of Rufeng Sect..."

This time Xue Meng was unwilling. He raised his dark eyebrows and said angrily: "No!"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't like that ginger dog. He's so annoying. If the Tower of Babel explodes, I won't even give him the monsters captured by my sect!"

Chu night Ning shook his head, not wanting to listen to their father and son yelling anymore, so he left first.

He returned to Shuixie and took a nap. Sure enough, he had a good night's sleep again, without any old dreams to disturb him. When he woke up, the setting sun was like blood. Most of the sky was filled with night sky, and only a trace of sunset blood remained on the horizon.

At this time, Meng Potang had no food, but he was a little hungry, so he packed up his clothes, opened the door and went out, preparing to go around Wuchang Town and eat some snacks.

As a result, I happened to see Mo Ran returning from the demon slaying, walking on the long bluestone steps leading to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion.

When he saw him, Mo Ran smiled: "Master, I heard from uncle that you were sleeping, and I wanted to wake you up."

"Is something wrong?"

"It's okay." He said, "I just want to come and see you and walk together."

It's a coincidence that Chu Wanning feels a little happy because of the coincidence between them. In the affection, a little bit of rapport is worthy of making people feel comfortable.

"Where to go?"

But they all asked at the same time.

Chu night Ning was stunned for a moment, and Mo Ran was also stunned for a moment.

Then he said: "I listen to you."

Said together again.

Chu Wanning's ten fingers were clenched in his sleeves in confusion. There was sweat between his fingers. His eyes were dark and hot, but he looked at the ink burning calmly and calmly.

Mo Ran couldn't help but grin.

"Anywhere is fine."

Chu Wanning is actually very happy, but he is still used to it being light, even if his happiness is not light, it is very rich, like the pale crimson-colored Xifu Begonia flowers on the branches.

He said: "Let's go and see the town and have something to eat."

He didn't even ask Mo Ran how he was going to slay the demon, whether it went smoothly or not. They were now destined and intentional, and they had a tacit understanding. When he stood outside the bamboo leaf, looking at Mo Ran's black clothes, the edge of the dark golden curly grass pattern was in the night. There was a faint light inside, and he knew that everything was fine and there was no need to say anything.

They came to the town of Impermanence together.

Wuchang Town has been getting better and better over the years. It has expanded from the original three horizontal streets and three vertical streets to the current six horizontal streets and five vertical streets, which is almost a full circle.

"When I first came to the top of life and death, the firewood doors of every household here were closed before nightfall, incense burner ashes were sprinkled outside the courtyard, Bagua mirrors were hung on the doors, and soul-calming bells were tied under the eaves." Chu Wanning looked at the people coming and going in front of him. , the scene at the beginning of the lanterns, he said, "Now except for the name of this town, which has not changed, the rest is almost unrecognizable."

Mo Ran smiled and said: "With the peak of life and death here, it will only be better in the future."

The two of them walked along the re-paved bluestone main street in the town. Along the way, there were people making candy, people doing shadow puppet shows, people selling snacks and barbecue at stalls, and people eating Gudong pot. They were all dazzling, and the sky was filled with excitement. Rows of lanterns illuminate the lively night market and the fireworks in the world.

When Mo Ran saw the Gudong Pot stall, he remembered that he, Xue Meng and Xia Sini had eaten here together, so he smiled and pulled Chu Wanning: "Master, eat this, this is your favorite restaurant." I love drinking soy milk.”

They sat down on the squeaky bamboo chairs. It was very cold, but the master cooking the dishes was extremely hot. He was shirtless, wiping his sweat, and moved over to ask: "Two immortals, what do you want?" ?”

Chu nightning said: "Mandarin duck pot."

Mo Ran said: "Mushroom clear soup pot."

"...don't you want spicy food?"

Mo Ran lowered his eyes and smiled, his voice gentle and low: "I want to quit."

Chu night Ning was startled for a moment, and he vaguely understood why Mo Ran suddenly didn't want to eat spicy food anymore. It seemed that there was a fish swimming by in the lake, and there was a bubble in the pool of his heart, and the water rippled slightly.

"You don't need to quit..."

Mo Ran said: "No, I just like it."

"..."

"I like to quit, I want to quit." He looked at Chu Wanning, the thick eyelash curtains moved, and fell on the tip of the other person's reddish ears, and smiled.

The second half of the sentence was never spoken again——

If you want to be like you, when eating hot pot, you can put two pairs of chopsticks into a lively pot, no longer one red and one white, clearly distinguishable.

Mo Ran ordered some more stir-fries, but unfortunately the stall did not make exquisite desserts. He ordered three cans of soy milk in a fat porcelain pot, and then sat down to wait for the food to be served.

There are people eating all around, men, women, old and young, with black hair and white frost. The steam in the soup pot is rising, the fire in the wok is rising, shouting and punching, talking and laughing, and selfish desires are all in this cauldron of fireworks, fragrant food and wine. The warmth gathers into the tenderness of a lake and a sea.

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