This is the second birthday of Chu Wanning after returning to seclusion.

His first birthday, which was last year, was very regrettable and absurd.

Because on that day last year, Mo Ran's body happened to be the master of the personality of the emperor. Although he was in the state of Master Mo, he couldn't completely remember what he did when he was in the state of stepping on the Immortal Monarch, but sporadically, he could still remember something.

Xian Liba people step on Xianjun, an honest man who thinks that "gold represents my heart", and he doesn't know anything about romance. He simply believes that there are only two ways to express love:

1. Sleep with him repeatedly.

Two, give him money.

There was nothing serious at all. Sleeping with him repeatedly means that the only night in the world can ignite his love, and spending money on him means that the only person in the world can move his purse. Although the soil is a bit soiled, the emperor can't think of any other more elegant ideas, and he can make it through.

But the problem lies in the timing of Step Xianjun's gift of gold. He tossed people all night on his birthday, and the next day, he carried nine baskets of gold bars and came back and placed them in front of his house in a dignified manner. Yundi waved his hand and said: "Chu nightning! This is all for you! Are you satisfied with everything you see? If you are satisfied, then-"

It is not known what is behind it, but Xianjun has been attached to his gold bars, and was smashed to the ground by Tianwen who was summoned by Chu Wanning.

Poor Step Xianjun couldn't understand why he would be beaten so badly after he slept. He really has no other intentions, he just wants to prove his intentions. Is there any problem with giving money after sleeping? Should it be given before bed? Should it be given while sleeping?

Shouldn't it be a one-time fee for a small move, and an eighty move for a small move?

Eighty-eight eighty-ten...

He sat silently on the tree stump in a daze, thinking in his mind what he would do if he was another personality. After thinking for a long time, I feel that in that case, I should not give gold directly, but will replace the gold with soft and comfortable clothes, delicate and delicious dishes, fresh and interesting instruments... Or in Chu nightning On the day of his birthday, Guangji Hanshi will surely win the joy and praise of Chu Wanning.

Too sassy.

Ta Xianjun thought angrily, and was so angry that he secretly beat his legs: How cunning! How vile! What a dog leg!

Chu nightning also felt that Mo Zongshi was honest.

Pooh! !

In this world, only he himself knows what he is!

Mo Zongshi's behavior that looks like a gentleman is actually a bunch of sloppy intestines, which really makes him ashamed! ! What happened to sending gold? Is it bad to send gold? How real! How rustic!

How could these people not see his heart of gold!

He turned his back to the hut where he and Chu nightning lived, held his cheeks and legs on the stump, and secretly suffocated for a long time. Finally, Chu nightning planned to come out and talk to him, and there were signs of reconciliation, but unexpectedly at this time the peach The owner of Baoshanzhuang's Mazhuang actually cried and called his mother to touch the mountain, passed through the enchantment, and started to complain while holding Chu Wanning's thigh:

"Master Chu, it doesn't make sense! Lord Mo Xian went down the mountain inexplicably and emptied the money from the two warehouses of my Taobao Villa, saying that a smile is worth a thousand dollars..."

Chu nightning's face just eased down and green again.

That night, until Mo Ran switched back to Master Mo's personality, Chu nightning did not allow him to enter the house. Mo Ran later wrote three thousand times "I will never go to the bottom of the mountain to steal chickens and get money for wrongdoing."

With such a painful lesson from last year, this year's ink burning is no longer dare to take it lightly.

Fortunately, after counting the days this year, on the day of Master's birthday, he is the more normal consciousness that controls the body, so there shouldn't be anything wrong.

Although in the memory of Ta Xianjun shared by him, I saw that this year, Ta Xianjun still wanted to prepare some gifts for the master in advance, but the nature of Ta Xianjun could not appear on that day, and it was estimated that he would not be able to set off any storms. This is probably just because he received a cold reception last year, for fear that this year, Master Mo's platoon will overwhelm him, so he wants to compete for favor.

Just fight.

Mo Zongshi, the old god, was thinking that the most difficult opponent for everyone to defeat is himself, and he is not afraid.

And to be honest, he actually wanted to see what kind of congratulatory gift he prepared this year that would best win the approval and joy of the master.

"Birthday gift?"

In the bedroom of the head of the dead and life, Xue Meng stared at the ink burning quietly visiting. The latter is sitting in front of the square table of Huanghuali Luoguo and Plum Blossoms, playing with the tea cup in front of him, and said with a smile: "Yes, what do you think will give people the most satisfaction?"

"Who are you giving it to?"

"A close person."

Because Chu nightning is a cold person, he has never had a birthday on the top of life and death before, and he will not tell his disciples what day of the month his birthday is. Later, Chu nightning and Mo Ran returned to seclusion, and Mo Ran entangled him several times, and he finally let out Mo Ran's mind, but he also asked Mo Ran not to tell others about it, especially Xue Meng these juniors. On the mobile phone, remember 'pen\interest\ge→m.\B\iq\u\g\eTv.C\o\m' to provide you with wonderful\novel reading.

So Xue Meng naturally couldn't think of him.

But after thinking about it, I really can't find a second gift object worthy of such painstaking thought. Xue Meng thought about it, and suddenly thought that his birthday was approaching, ah, could it be

Xue Meng was stunned, and then a warm current came to his heart. He stared at the burning eyes and suddenly became warm.

Ink burning: "???"

Xue Meng coughed twice. Although he was happy in his heart, he maintained the high coldness and restraint of his own head, and said lightly: "The birthday is just as good as it is, and the ceremony is not the most important thing."

The ink burned: "I still have to send some. The relationship between that person and me is extraordinary. Not only to send, but also to send the best."

"What a shame. I'm not short of anything—"

The ink burned slightly: "What?"

"Cough! I mean, people don't necessarily lack anything."

"Whether he lacks it or not is one thing, whether I give it or not is another."

Xue Meng's heart is even more grassy, ​​and the dark road is really on the road now. It's really touching that such a brother and brother Gong is so considerate. He took a lot of concentration to hold his face, pretending to be calm, and said in deep thought: "...If that's the case, then...let me think about it." Biquge TV has the fastest update https://www.biqugetv. com/ https://m.biqugetv.com/

"it is good."

"How about the new set of gold and silver silk embellished green feather soft armor from Jiang Dongtang?"

"..."

The suit of golden light is shining, the color is flowing, the extravagance is like a peacock, and the effect of Chu nightning's upper body can't be imagined. The ink burned for a moment, considered it, and said to Xue Meng euphemistically: "It is suitable for you." It is not suitable for him.

Xue Meng said happily: "Then it's settled, just this."

"... Think again." Mo Ran couldn't bear to attack his taste, and said implicitly, "Jiangdongtang's clothes are good, but they are not treasures. Help me think of something more precious?"

Xue Meng suddenly opened his eyes and stammered: "This, how embarrassing is this!"

"?"

"Cough... I mean, it's almost enough, you don't need to spend so much."

"Birthday is once a year, so you don't have to save money."

Xue Meng was so excited, he lowered his head and endured for a while, raised his hand and patted the burning shoulder: "Don't say anything, brother, I will remember what you said today."

Ink burning: "...???"

When the ink burned and left from the top of the dead, he still did not get any inspiration from Xue Meng.

On the contrary, he also felt that Xue Meng was very inexplicable today, and even a little abnormal, showing joy, excitement, and emotion at every turn. Although he tried his best to restrain it, it actually had little effect.

Is it too tiring to be the boss...

Do you want to write a letter to remind the greedy wolf elders to give Xue Meng a pulse in time, don't delay because of illness, Xue Meng is really not easy, alas.

In the next period of time, Mo Ran made an unannounced visit to famous buildings and shops in the world of self-cultivation, and read all the rare treasures. It's not that those treasures are bad, it's just that he thinks that they are either too vulgar, too gorgeous, or too ordinary, and they are no match for his heart of love. He wants to turn all his friendships into tangibles and dedicate them to Chu Wanning, but he doesn't know what can load his affection. There is a sea in his heart, but there are only scoops in the world.

Why is there nothing in the world that can be put into the world he wants to give to Chu Wanning?

He was so anxious that he didn't belong.

He even managed to get a copy of the "Cultivation Cultivation Celebrity Gift List" from the black market. The little dwarf who sold the book boasted that the book contained a detailed list of the gifts given to each other by prominent figures in the cultivation world in the past 30 years.

Regardless of whether the book dealer was bragging, the ink burned the letter, and he held this book and studied it for a long time.

"Nangong Si once gave Ye Wangxi a handkerchief, with 'Si' embroidered on the corners."

"Rong Yan once gave Nangong Si a quiver, which was made by Mrs. Rong herself."

"..."

Suddenly seeing the records related to these old people, Mo Ran couldn't help sighing, and his eyes were slightly dim.

Ye Wangxi has been wandering around the world for these years, and she has made a great breakthrough in the world alone. She plans to save some money after traveling around the world, and then reopen a small school in the hometown of Linyi Confucianism.

I heard that many, many years before Nangong Changying founded the school, there was an aristocrat who opened a school in Linyi and taught the apprentices the six virtues, six acts and six arts. The head of Changying was the last disciple of this school. Later, the school declined due to some reason, and Nangong Changying became a master. Based on the teachings taught by the teachers, he developed his own concept of "Confucianism and Seven Precepts", which created the Confucianism Gate and opened the Linyi Xiaoao Cultivation World for hundreds of years. of glory.

Now, after going around in circles, the Confucianism door has been destroyed, and the glory is not there, but Ye Wangxi at least still retains the fire of the Confucianism gentleman, and inherits it in the form of the original school.

Perhaps after another thousand years, it will be another cycle.

The ink burned and shook his head, then read on—

"Nangong Liu once gave Qi Liangji, Feng wears seven silk apron of Peony Heaven, and embroidered with gold thread to ward off evil spirits on the corners of 'You are so showy', 'Why are you wearing Rong Yan's clothes' and other foul language..."

"..."

After reading word by word, the ink burned and froze, and then aroused a strong nausea. He snorted in disgust, and quickly turned the page of "Confucianism Gate Gift List".

"The Gift of the Lonely Moon Night."

"Female disciple Zhao Tiantian gave Jiang Yeshen a pair of jade buttons."

"Female disciple Zhou Yanyan gave Jiang Ye Shen Fengyu a folding fan."

"The female disciple Zhang Chunchun presented Jiang Yeshen with a golden ear stove."

There are about forty pages of all these.

It was all records of the female disciples in the sect who gave him things when Jiang Xi was not yet the head of the sect, and even interspersed with a few thoughtful brothers and sisters.

The ink can't help but fall into contemplation... Jiang Xi will not make a fortune by beauty, right?

Flip down again.

"The above forty pages of gifts were all discarded by Jiang Yeshen."

Row.

...he misunderstood him.

Jiang Yeshen is really a wonderful person.

After turning over for a long time, Mo Ran didn't find any inspiration for gift giving, but inexplicably saw that Mei Hanxue had recently sent Xue Meng a top-grade Tianshan Snow Lotus that had a miraculous effect on the brain.

Snow lotus is a good thing, and the master is so smart, although it does not need to be replenished, if it can be harvested and raised in a pond, it is very suitable.

Unfortunately, it is a pity that after Chu Wanning returned to hermitage, she loved Chaimen to hear dogs barking. On the days of returning to people in wind and snow nights, she did not like to be extravagant. Otherwise, if you came here according to the meaning of stepping on the fairy, the entire Nanping Mountain has now been built up. , where will maintain the quiet and leisurely yard of the two huts on one side.

The ink burned with a sigh and closed the book.

It just so happened that the setting sun had also set in the west, and the silk paper of the window revealed a gentle orange-yellow light. Today, Shizun got up temporarily and packed some shoji, which was already cooked at this time. The sound of the collision of porcelain and jade came from the small kitchen: "The ink burns, come and help."

"It's here."

The ink burned in response, and his favorite food taste was flowing in the depths of Nanping Bamboo Forest. It is not as strong as stir-fried hot pot, but it can make people feel calm and gentle every time, just like water.

In the kitchen, a small yellow and white dog they adopted last year ran out and helped Chu Wanning to urge the ink to burn, and circled around him twice, sticking out his tongue and spinning, burning the ink all the way. lead over.

"Move the dining table to the yard, wipe it, and hold a small jar of wine."

Chu nightning is standing in front of the stove, the wooden pot lid has been lifted, and there are full and round dragon hands rolling in it. Red and savory toppings. Chu nightning asked casually in the steaming mist: "What book are you reading outside, so fascinated?"

"Xianshu." The ink burned and smiled, rolling up his sleeves and moving the wooden table.

As soon as the arm is exerted, the appearance of the muscles and the meridians is clearly highlighted.

Chu nightning frowned and said: "Read more good books. I heard that there have been a lot of absurd words outside recently. Don't bring them back to Nanping Mountain. There are many wood spirits visiting here, and some wood demons are still young. It's useless to read, and going back to teach them is bad."

The ink burned and smiled: "Yes."

Carrying the table, he went out under the jubilant bark of the little local dog "Wang Wang Wang".

When eating, Mo Ran bit his chopsticks in a trance.

And the little earth dog squatted at the table for the two of them, biting a piece of meat and bone without salt.

Chu nightning looked at him and looked at the dog, and felt that this person and a dog were like, but one bit a wooden stick and one bit a bone. "What are you thinking about?" he asked.

The ink burned back: "Ah... Master. I was thinking..."

"Um?"

The ink burns and stops talking.

Of course he can't ask what Chu nightning wants. First, the master will not say it. Second, even if the master said it, the meaning of surprise is gone. I am afraid the effect is not as good as stepping on the nine baskets of gold of Xianjun.

So the ink burned into a more tactful way, and asked carefully: "I don't know what our family... What is missing? Does the master think there is something else to add?"

"No. It's all complete." Chu nightning said, "Since I raised a dog head, I even feel that this place is a bit noisy and cramped, and there is no need to add more objects."

The dog's head is a small earth dog. Now it has finished chewing on the bones, and then gnaws at the corners of Chu Wanning's robe.

It was naughty by nature, and it was dying when it was brought back. Chu nightning rescued it, and it lived with them. After a long time, like to go to the house to reveal the tiles, jumping and looking for a fight. Chu nightning always despises it and dislikes it, but in the end, it is still spoiled. Not taken out.

The dog head wagged its tail happily.

The ink burned and asked: "How about expanding the house?"

"It takes a lot of work, it's annoying."

"..."

"Am I doing it all by myself?"

"It's already noisy enough, and you are also adding to the chaos." Chu night Ningfeng raised his eyes slightly and stared at him. "It's better to go down the mountain and build a house if you have spare money. One room for dogs, one for you, and one for me. ?"

"You can also share a room with Master and me, and the dog head lives by himself."

"Then it might float to the point where it doesn't know who it is."

"Pfft." The ink burned and asked with a smile, "Dog head, do you think I am good to you? I squeezed a room with the master and built a separate room for you. Where do you find a master who loves you so much?"

The yellow-and-white dog's head squinted at him with a human-like expression. It seems to be saying, why do you want to squeeze a room with Chu nightning, you have no heart in your heart? You can have a little face.

"..."

No results.

Calculated that the birthday is getting closer and closer, and it is only a few days away. The ink burned that night and couldn't help but feel no sleep. After Chu Wanning fell asleep, he put his hands behind his head and stared at the beam for a long time. stay.

Taking advantage of Master's birthday, it is a good idea to renovate the Nanping hut to be more beautiful and comfortable. But that requires more land and houses. It is best to search for some rare treasures, armor maps, build a library, build a mecha room, build a treasure house...

Alas, forget it, think about it and know that Master will be unhappy. He thinks that he has not used the money in the right place, and it will be troublesome to take care of.

As he was feeling melancholy, he suddenly heard a strange movement outside.

The ink burned and caught it all at once.

dog head?

wrong. Turning his eyes, he saw the yellow and white puppy curled up in the corner sleeping soundly, and immediately dismissed the idea.

...is it a thief?

But the place where they retreated is enchanted. Except for Xue Meng and Ma Yun who have obtained tokens, they can enter and leave at will, and other mortals are not allowed to enter easily.

Unless the visitor is not a human being.

The movement was very light, but he couldn't escape his eyes and ears. It seemed that something was approaching their residence quietly. The ink burned and held his breath, and was about to sit up quietly and look out from the crack of the window, when he heard the thing close to the hut "tuk-tuk-tuk" and softly buttoned the door three times.

"?"

In the middle of the night, who would touch Nanping Mountain and knock on their door?