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"It's not too much." Mo Wuhen replied indifferently, a pair of pupils without pupils looked at Li Qingshan, "Where have we seen it?"
Although there are no pupils in his eyes, they are different from the dead whiteness of the blind, and more like the white space in the painting, containing an endless and far-reaching space, reflecting everything in the world.
Li Qingshan suddenly felt naked and invisible under the ice and snow. Those blank eyes, through his body and soul, were looking for something. His almost instinct urged the "Ling Turtle Zhenhai Jue" "Only this feeling disappeared, and he smiled: "It should be no, otherwise I must be impressed!"
Although Li Qingshan had a conjecture, he didn't dare to confirm it. After all, that conjecture was too amazing. How could it be such a coincidence? And it really doesn't feel like it.
"It should be." Mo Wuhen said.
I don't know when the Heming and Qin's sound subsided, only the heavy snow rustled down. The two men looked at each other and confirmed a certain doubt in their hearts. Although they both felt that the doubt was a little weird, they had a very subtle feeling.
The thread of fate that was once broken, at this moment, begins to entangle again.
"My master has been in hiding for many years, Qingshan is normal if you don't know it."
Chu Danqing felt the strange atmosphere, and while playing round from it, he took the red umbrella in Mo Wuhen's hand and welcomed him into the pavilion.
"Friend Mo Daoist heard my name?" Li Qingshan turned around and took a seat, unknowingly, no longer worthy of his predecessors.
"Li Qingshan, it's a good name." Mo Wuhen also sat down, her long hem and sleeves tucked down, her long hair almost falling to the ground.
"Qingshan, I did not mention you less with the master!" Chu Danqing tried to ease the atmosphere.
"I also think this name is good, why not bury the bones in the mulberry field, where is no green hill in life." Li Qingshan chanted.
"Good poem." Mo Wuhen seemed a little surprised.
"Qingshan, I don't know yet. Your name came from here!" Chu Danqing said.
"I don't know the word'Wuhen' comes from that poem again?" Li Qingshan played with the wine bottle.
"It's just a fake name, there is no poem to mention!" Mo Wuhen said.
"That's really a pity." Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed slightly. Is it a pseudonym or a pseudonym
Suddenly said: "I remembered a poem, people like Qiuhong come to believe. Things are like a spring dream, no trace!"
"People are like Qiuhong who has faith, and things are like spring dreams, Wuhen." Mo Wuhen muttered in a deep voice, as if immersed in a poem.
"Qingshan, after you have been away for many years, you have not only cultivated and become a great poet, you are really disrespectful."
Chu Danqing said in surprise. In his impression, Li Qingshan has nothing to do with the word "Wen Ya". How could he suddenly change his temperament today, and the master is also somewhat unusual.
"Don't forget. I'm a disciple of a novelist." Li Qingshan smiled slightly, and said to Mo Wuhen: "When we first met, I didn't prepare any gifts. Give this poem to the dao friends as a meeting ceremony. It's not for nothing. A glass of Danqing wine!"
"Your gift is very elegant." Chu Danqing smiled. But when Mo Wuhen said, "No!" He couldn't help but his expression froze, looking at Li Qingshan worriedly.
"Why didn't you accept it?" Li Qingshan didn't look angry and unexpected, slowly tasting the Danqing wine.
"Poetry is a good poem, but the essay is not on the topic. At this time, there is neither Qiuhong nor Spring Dream." Mo Wuhen looked at the snow outside the pavilion.
"That's true." Li Qingshan strolled to the pavilion and thought for a moment, "How about this one? Thousands of birds flew extinct, people disappeared in thousands of paths, lone boats and small boats, fishing alone in Hanjiang snow."
"Good poem!" Chu Danqing praised passionately: "Qingshan, I can't see that you have such a literary talent!"
"Thank you!" Li Qingshan smiled.
"Although the text is correct, it has nothing to do with Wuhen."
Mo Wuhen groaned for a moment, but then spoke in denial, making Chu Danqing at a loss. I don't know that the master suddenly became so picky, as if he was trying to find Li Qingshan's trouble.
"There will be no traces, words and things done, there will always be some traces. Even those who think they have been erased may one day jump out again." Li Qingshan said meaningfully. .
"If you can erase it once, you can erase it twice, it doesn't matter." Mo Wuhen's words turned sharply: "I have a favorite gift on your body. I don't know if you are willing to cut love."
"What do you want to receive? Just come!" Li Qingshan opened his arms.
"The Three Great Books."
Li Qingshan's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help looking at Chu Danqing.
"Sorry, Aoyama, when the master asked me when healed me..."
Chu Danqing apologized. When he met Mo Wuhen in the past, he had not fully recovered from the wounds he left in order to repair the "Three Jueshu". Mo Wuhen not only healed his injuries, but also showed his otherworldly painting skills. He made up his mind to worship him as a teacher.
"It's okay, it's all trivial!"
Li Qingshan didn't take it seriously. He and Chu Danqing were just friends, and the relationship between master and apprentice was one level worse, and Chu Danqing had always respected his teacher, so naturally he would not deceive his master. And he even exposed the Shura field in his hand, and he didn't care about this small volume of "Three Great Books".
"But it's a pity that this volume of "Three Great Books" is not in my hands, and I will not give it to others."
"Where did you get it?" Mo Wuhen didn't ask where the "Three Great Books" had gone, only asked where the "Three Great Books" came from, which made Li Qingshan more sure of his conjecture, so Said: "From a good friend."
"What's the name of your good friend?"
"Beiyue!" Li Qingshan nodded slightly, and under his thick eyebrows, he stared at Mo Wuhen in front of him.
"Could it be that Beiyue who was killed in Longzhou by... Mohai Dragon King?" Chu Danqing said in surprise, stumbling in his words, and subconsciously glanced at Mo Wuhen.
Li Qingshan became more aware, and then asked: "Does Fellow Daoist Mo know me as a good friend?"
"Acknowledge." Mo Wuhen made no secret of it.
Li Qingshan suddenly laughed. The laughter broke the silence. Without temptation, he pressed his hands on the stone table, leaned forward, staring at Mo Wuhen, and bluntly said: "Could the Taoist friend be the Mohai Dragon King?"
"Exactly." Mo Wuhen said calmly.
"Master..."
Chu Danqing was a little stunned. In fact, after so many years of getting along, he had already guessed the identity of Mo Wuhen, none of the great monks in the world was an unknown person, but since the master didn't say anything, he, a disciple, could not explore too much.
"I don't know if the word Beiyue comes from what poem?" Mo Wuhen asked.
"It's just a fake name, there is no poem to mention!" Li Qingshan picked up the wine bottle, his pupils suddenly turned crimson, staring at Mo Wuhen, "Beiyue come to respect the Dragon King!"
In Mo Wuhen's blank eyes, a pair of dark pupils suddenly condensed. They were not human eyes, but dragon eyes that exuded endless majesty.
The moment the eyes met, the heavy snow froze for a while! RP
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