On the spiritual boat, the fishing old man wearing a hat held a bamboo pole in his hand. The foggy lake view was floating between the virtual and the real. The wind blew the gray cloak on his shoulder. One of his hands slowly raised, his fingertips

In a little bit of calculation.

After a while, the old man fishing turned around little by little, and his hands were a little more streaming.

Silently, the literati palace lanterns on Mo Xing's hand in Liyuan suddenly disappeared, and countless saints' words appeared on him, turning into a golden gut.

With a click, three cracks suddenly appeared on the Wen Gallbladder.

Dingdengdeng.

Mo Xing retreated several steps, but in fact he floated away and retreated thousands of feet.

The old and distant voice came from the depths of the fog:

"I just calculated by bending my fingers. For thousands of years, in the Holy Academy Book Mountain, there are only three-handed people in my eyes. Some people need to look up to me, some people can treat each other, and some people can count me as juniors.

What are you...?"

"If it weren't for your Mo family ancestors who once laid an anchor for me, today's affairs wouldn't have been so good."

A copper coin buzzed from the fog and hovered in front of Mo Xing's eyes.

"The affection of your Mo family ancestor has been exhausted, so I'll do it myself in the future."

The old man fishing, walking on a boat with a fog, quietly left and disappeared at the end of the lake.

puff!

A mouthful of golden blood spurted on the side of the lake.

Mo Xing held the copper coin in the round sky in his hand, his fingers turned white and the copper coin disappeared without a trace.

"Director Mo."

The great teacher Wei Zhong fled from a distance.

Seeing that Mo Xingwen's gallbladder was cracked, a deep shock appeared in his eyes. He hurriedly lowered his head and pretended not to see it.

"Go and do something for me."

Mo Xing sat cross-legged, his eyes cold.

"Please give me instructions."

The great teacher said respectfully.

"Go and tell the Tang envoys of the Haoqi Alliance that if the Holy Academy knows the list of demon-slaying list in advance, they have to show sincerity.

Mo Fanchen can go to Tian Yao City openly, and the collection of the Tian Shu Pavilion will definitely not be with him. It is likely to be in Qingpingzhou. If they can get things done, a recommendation for the Book Mountain Ceremony a year later will be my hand.

You can give it to them the Tang family.”

"clear."

The great teacher Wei Zhong bowed.

Mo Xing stood up and said with his hands behind his back: "No, you don't understand. The Tang family is very ambitious and difficult to control. You can send someone to a capable man. If they make trouble, they will smooth out all the traces.

Although Qingyun Sect is a small sect, there are three holy places behind it, so you should be more cautious.”

Wei Zhong thought about it and suggested: "How about Yin Shen?"

Mo Xing is silent.

Wei Zhong bowed his slightest step back three steps and traveled far away from the air.

Mo Xing, with white hair, stood there motionless.

suddenly.

A volume of heavenly books on the Holy Academy Book Mountain became extremely bright, illuminating the entire Jingting Mountain. Then, a sword flew out of the heavenly books, two swords flew out of the heavenly books, and then disappeared...

Mo Xing's eyelids twitched, and he looked in disbelief and muttered to himself: "Isn't that legendary character already dead!"

...

early morning.

Tea shop.

Snowflakes sagged, pear trees with withered leaves were covered with thick ice ridges, and wisps of blue smoke floated in the air.

The tea seller, who has always been wearing simple and worn, changed into a long blue cloth gown early in the morning, and his pale hair was tied up with a blue cloth belt, just like an elderly Confucian scholar. There were big and vigorous words written on charcoal hanging on the wood door: Close.

"Xiao Gu, come with me."

Old man Qiao slowly walked towards the backyard with a key in his hand.

Today, Gu Yusheng was wearing a white dress, a cold dress on his shoulders, and a long hair and a scarf, which was a bit more literary than before.

The locked door was slowly pushed open by Old Man Qiao, and the snow was reflected in the steps and shone into the clean room.

The smell of medicine and book are mixed.

There is no moldy smell in the air.

Many precious medicinal materials and elixir bottles are listed on wooden shelves and placed in an especially neat and symmetrical manner.

A medicine cabinet composed of thousands of small grids and dark drawers occupy three walls.

Old man Qiao walked to the medicine cabinet and gently pushed it with his hand.

The dark trunk in the middle of the medicine cabinet rotates back and forth.

A back-style bookcase appeared in front of Gu Yusheng.

Looking at the old bookcase, Gu Yusheng's body trembled slightly, and the vague memories seemed to become clearer at this moment:

The age of being stumbled when walking, tired and sleepy, was picked up by two wide palms and put them in the bookcase, and lying quietly in the bookcase covered with warm mats.

Book boxes were not book boxes at that time.

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It is the cradle of warmth.

Hang it on the peach tree in the yard.

When the wind comes, it will sway.

When there is no wind, one hand will shake.

When I woke up, I was no longer in the bookcase, but on a larger bed.

Later, when I grew up, the bookcase could no longer be lying down. I stood inside crying and put it on my back, and walked in the peach blossom forest.

Further back.

The bookcase is gone.

He kept crying and watching his father lie on the ground with a smile, and put the little wooden tiger carved overnight on the ground to shake his head.

He laughed and clapped his hands, and staggered onto the big little wooden tiger.

Time just sways away.

As we grow older, those innocent memories that are not familiar with the world become blurred and even disappear.

Gu Yusheng walked to the bookcase step by step, and he stretched out his hand and stroked the old bookcase.

It is no longer as wide as in memory, nor is it as in memory that can cover the depth of vision.

Gu Yusheng held back tears and his eyes were blurred.

I stood there for a long time, motionless.

Old man Qiao had quietly walked out of the room and closed the door.

then.

The boy squatted down and wanted to cry like he did when he was a child.

But he didn't cry after all.

Even tears cannot fall.

After frowned with his slightly sour nose, he reached into the bookcase and a note fell on his hand.

Turn a page.

The elegant characters dyed ink fragrance, line after line:

I was addicted to studying in my childhood, but my family was poor, so I couldn't read books.

For twenty years on earth, I carried my chest and dragged my trunks and walked through the green duckweed world. Only then did I know that the sixteen states in the world are not finished, and the earth is endless. Every year is over.

So he abandoned the book.

Fang Xuejian.

Ten years of success.

Only when you enter the cabinet and kill the spirits, will you realize that there will be disaster every day and the crime will not be yours.

I went back at night, and the books on dust racks made a nest with insects.

The original intention has been lost.

It is hard to regret.

Alas!
To be continued...