The liberal arts exam is coming to an end as the sun and moon alternate, and it is already dusk.
Lu Dao
After receiving the order, the people in the Wen Mansion increased their vigilance several times. Every entrance to the Mansion was secretly guarded, and they did not relax at all even at night.
After sunset, the new moon rises. This alternation is not easy for thousands of years.
But something was obviously different today. People in Qingdu were standing on the streets, watching the moon that was supposed to rise in the sky not only rise as usual, but also turn into two moons.
The sun that was supposed to sink under the western mountains not only did not set, but actually rose from the east again.
One day and two months, they appeared in Qingdu at the same time.
At this time, half of Qingdu was at night, and the other side became daytime.
"How is this going"
"Yes, the sun has just set and risen again. The moon has risen normally, but it can't rise both at once."
"All the people in Qingdu, please go back to your houses and rest. If there is an enemy attack, Wenfu will retreat."
"Enemy attack?"
The people of Qingdu, who have been at ease for most of their lives, heard such fresh words for the first time. Who is crazy enough to dare to attack Wen Mansion, one of the eight mansions, and do so in such an upright and open manner.
But no matter how they talked about it, after knowing that it was Lu Daoxuan's order, they still returned to the room, and some of them paid attention to what was going on outside through the window.
Meng Kuyin and Yang Xiangru rushed to Lu Daoxuan's side after seeing such a strange scene.
"The sun and the moon are in the mirror, he is here"
Lu Yufu, Gu Tinglin, and Zuo Xianweng were still doing the objective ceremony at the Wen Mansion, and when they saw this scene, they all noticed something unusual.
"Immortal, you are the most senior and senior person in the field. What is going on?"
Zuo Xianweng was a little distracted as he looked at the sky where the sun and moon reached together.
"This is the painting spirit"
"Hua Ling? Tianpin Hua Ling? There hasn't been a Tianpin Hua Ling in the entire Xuan Kingdom for decades, right?" Gu Tinglin said.
"This is a painting from six hundred years ago. The sun and moon are in the mirror. The news of his death came out from the Wen Mansion. It turned out to be false." Zuo Xianweng muttered to himself in a daze.
"He? Who!"
"Qi Cifeng, you probably don't know this name, but if Master Ji is here, he must know it very well!"
"Could he be my teacher's old friend?"
The Master Ji mentioned by Zuo Xianweng is the current head of the Confucian Mansion.
"Old friend?" Zuo Xianweng sneered, "Enemies are more or less the same."
"Although my teacher is old-fashioned, he is also tolerant. I have never heard of him having any enemies."
"Your teacher's three-pole art has few rivals in the world, but when he was young, there was a painter in the Eight Prefectures who could beat him several times, Qi Cifeng."
"Can he beat my teacher? Why are there so few rumors about him in the entire Xuan Kingdom?"
"Because he died six hundred years ago. At that time, many people lamented his untimely death. Many people in your Confucian government even celebrated it, but now that I think about it, this rumor was weird in the first place.
At that time, the Wen Mansion had one of the best positions among the Eight Mansion, with strong men emerging in large numbers, and the disciples under the sect were all famous in Yuling Continent.
The eldest brother Zhuji cannot resist Qi Cifeng, the second brother Lu Daoxuan will destroy all things, and the younger brother Nanling steals wine and Wei Changli. The three heroes of the same sect are all geniuses that have not been seen in thousands of years.
You can tell the difference between the three of them from their names. Qi Ci Feng has lost all his luster and is extraordinary. His talent and strength are among the best of his generation, and he is the best among the Eight Prefectures. Lu Daoxuan is obsessed with painting and only focuses on his paintings.
In contrast, Wei Changli's behavior was a bit ridiculous. When he was young, he stayed outside Nanling Jiuquan for three years, stealing wine all day long.
When Xiaoyao Gong, the second generation lord of Wen Mansion, chose the successor of the palace lord, Qi Cifeng also had the loudest voice, but as you know the final result, what surprised everyone was that Wei Changli became the third generation palace lord.
Not long after that, it was reported that Qi Cifeng died of illness."
"So, something happened when the palace master was replaced." Gu Tinglin instantly heard the key to the problem.
"Qi Cifeng, who has no control over Zhuji, is a man of strong character, and he is also the person who is most like the second-generation Lord Xiaoyao Gong. If he were still in Wen Mansion, Master Ji would not dare to suppress Wen Mansion like this everywhere." Zuo
There was obviously some dissatisfaction in Xian Weng's tone.
"But looking at this posture, it seems that Qi Cifeng is not here to reminisce about the past."
The sun and moon mirror shrouded the entire Qingdu, and everyone who wanted to enter or leave was trapped.
After seeing the painting spirit, Lu Daoxuan's figure disappeared instantly, and then appeared under Wen Gong Liu.
A man with gray and disheveled hair sat alone under a willow tree, looking at the sparkling Jade Mirror Lake in front of him. He seemed to be immersed in memories.
Before seeing him, Lu Daoxuan was worried, but when he saw him again, he was only filled with emotion.
"came back?"
"kindness"
Qi Cifeng seemed to suddenly think of something. He jumped up onto the Wengong Willow tree, searched everywhere among the dense branches, and finally found a yellow oil bag in the branches.
After opening it, I saw three bottles of wine inside. I took out the two bottles and put the remaining ones back.
Seeing that the wine was still there, Qi Cifeng showed a happy smile on his face.
"Everything here is as it was when you left, and everything in the room you stayed in remains the same."
"Stop talking nonsense and have a drink with me."
Qi Cifeng threw the wine bottle to Lu Daoxuan, and Lu Daoxuan took it and sat side by side by the Jade Mirror Lake like Qi Cifeng.
"These are the three pots of unique wine that my junior brother stole from Nanling back then," Qi Cifeng said.
"This is the oldest wine in Nanling. I almost stole it all. In the end, I was caught drunk in the wine cellar. The old maids in Nanling took him and came to the master to ask for an explanation."
Speaking of Wei Changli back then, Lu Daoxuan couldn't help laughing, his old face was full of wrinkles when he smiled.
"Junior brother also wrote a poem in front of them, do you still remember?"
"The green curtains on the river reflect the white sand, and Nanling's wine and jade are flawless. When I was drunk here, my peach blossoms fell and I didn't miss home." Qi Cifeng opened his mouth and came.
Perhaps remembering the ridiculous things that happened back then, the two looked at each other and laughed, with tears oozing out of the corners of Qi Cifeng's eyes while laughing.
"This brat is really ridiculous and is afraid of the master's punishment, so he hid the last three bottles of wine he stole and gave them to us. I didn't expect you to hide them here."
"Come on, drink!"
The two of them were drinking while reminiscing about the past. The three of them had known each other since childhood and studied in the Wenfu together.
After drinking together, they gradually got drunk. The two of them exchanged glasses and were drunk. They knew each other's intentions, but they were very drunk.
"There are endless stories to tell, but there is still wine to drink. This is the last glass."
Seeing that there was only the last one left, Qi Cifeng stood up, picked up the wine glass, and poured it into the wind.
"Brother, after all these years, can't you let go of your obsession?" Lu Daoxuan still didn't want his former brother to become his enemy now.
"When I left, Zhuji Buyu was crazy about drinking, but look at it now."
Qi Cifeng sighed and sighed while stroking his gray hair.
"I'm old. If I don't fight for what I want, I won't close my eyes until I die."