On the eighth day after the ink burned away, Xue Zhengyi received his first letter.
Huanhua paper, the handwriting is crooked and twisted, trying to straighten it, but unfortunately to no avail.
"Uncle, don't read, I am at Fanhuadu today, and everything is fine. There was an evil here a few days ago, but fortunately there were no casualties. My nephew has cleaned up the troubled water ghost. Now the ferry is very peaceful, and the boss of the boat is taken. Five hundred silver notes, enclosed with the letter. Greetings to Aunt and Master."
One hundred and twenty days, twenty-second letter.
"Uncle, don't read. My nephew recently got a top-quality spirit stone by coincidence. If it is set on Xue Meng's Longcheng machete, it can become an inescapable weapon. Although it can't be compared with Shenwu, it is very rare. Ask auntie and master how are you."
One hundred and thirty days, twenty-fourth letter.
"Uncle, don't read. My nephew has been practicing in Xuegu recently. The snowy valley is cold all day long, and it is easy to produce exotic flowers and trees. Among them, the frost flower snow lotus is the most rare, but it is a pity that the flower field is guarded by a thousand-year-old ape demon. He is low-key and not very skilled, so he can't pick it up. He has been so diligent these days that he was able to break his defenses. He picked more than ten flowers and sent them back together with the letter. Greetings to auntie and master."
…
With the letter, there are often some other toys, elixir, wood and stone.
In addition to letter to Xue Zhengyong, Mo Ran will also write to the teacher in private, the content is about trivial things such as the world's knowledge, asking about warmth and adding clothes.
The ink smears on the paper, and there will be typos from the beginning. Later, although the characters are not very beautiful, they are horizontal and vertical, the structure is becoming more neat and mature, and there are fewer and fewer wrong places. .
A year has passed.
On this day, Xue Zhengyi drank the new spring tea and received another letter from the ink.
He finished reading it with a smile, and then handed the letter to Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang looked at it and laughed: "This child's words are getting more and more beautiful."
"Like a person?"
"who?"
Xue Zhengyi blew the tea leaves and found a book of "Ancient Enchantment Collection" from the desk scroll: "Do you see Yuheng's seven-point similarity?"
Madam Wang flipped through the scroll, and said in surprise, "It really looks like it."
"When he first came to the summit of life and death, he worshipped Yu Heng as his teacher. Yu Heng asked him to read the book first, but he didn't know a few words. Later Yu Heng taught him for a long time. His own name, from simple to difficult." Xue Zhengyi shook his head, "At that time, he didn't learn carefully, and he always dealt with it like a talisman, but now he looks decent."
Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "He should go down the mountain for more walks. I see him outside, he is really calm."
Xue Zhengyi also smiled and said, "I don't know what he will look like after traveling for five years. How old was he then? Twenty-two?"
"twenty two."
"Alas." Xue Zhengyi sighed and seemed to be a little emotional. "I thought Yuheng would take them until they were twenty years old. People are not as good as heaven."
People are not as good as the sky, and the ink burns also thinks so.
He has traveled across the world, from the rainy and smoky land in the south of the Yangtze River to the Great Sanctuary in Saibei. In the summer, I drank a sip of Yuejiu by sitting in the mash river, and I listened to a Qiang flute in the winter snow around the fire pond.
After he was proclaimed emperor in his previous life, the whole world belonged to him, but he never traveled all over the mountains to see the lights of the fishing boats in the east, the karez in the west, and never looked carefully at the dark feet of the porters who were carrying the burdens stepping on the stone road. Cracked, the soles of the feet were as hard as iron. I have never heard the babbling of the little boy in the pear orchard in the Weitangzi again, his voice pierced into the clouds, his voice was like cracked silk:
"It turned out that the purple and red blossoms have bloomed all over the place, and it seems that they are all given to the broken walls..."
He is no longer Treading Immortal Monarch, and he will never be Treading Immortal Monarch again in this life. he is-
"Big brother." This is the crisp and tender voice of a child in the market. "Big brother, can you help me save this bird? Its wings are broken, I-I don't know what to do."
"Little Xianjun." This was the hoarse voice of the old village head of Shijiu Village, "Thank you, thank you, if it weren't for you, our village would be full of loneliness, widows, old and weak, and the evil spirits would cause chaos, and we could only leave our homeland. Immortal Monarch, great kindness and great virtue, old man... old man is unforgettable."
"Good-hearted people." This is the trembling voice of the beggar I met on the road. "Good-hearted people, our mothers have not had a full meal for many days. Please do well and be merciful..."
The ink burned and closed his eyes.
Open again.
because someone called him.
"Master Mo."
He was somewhat stung by this title, and looked up at the dark man who called him that way, feeling rather helpless: "I'm not a master, my master is. Don't call me like that again."
The man scratched his head honestly: "I'm sorry, everyone in the village calls you that. I know you don't like it, but you can't change it."
Mo Ran has lived in a village on the edge of Xiujie in recent days. There is a towering snow-capped mountain several miles away from the village. Snow ghosts often come down the mountain to make trouble. They are all little demons with low spiritual power. The night tour god mecha is enough to deal with it. It's a pity that this small village is too remote, and Yeyoushen didn't benefit from it.
After many failures, he finally made the first one. The Night Wandering God he made was far less beautiful and agile than Master's, but the creaky wooden man could still be used.
This novelty can make these poor villagers happy, and call him Master Mo one by one, so that the ink burns is not embarrassing.
But even more embarrassing is yet to come.
It was an evening, and the setting sun dyed half of the sky red. He came back from the Taishan Academy and was walking on the bustling Xinglin path when someone suddenly shouted.
"Master Chu!"
Hearing this title, Mo Ran didn't even have time to think, so he turned back immediately, and then he was really funny. There are so many warlocks surnamed Chu in the world, but now he heard that the wind is the rain, and thought it was his master who woke up early.
how can that be possible.
He smiled and shook his head, and was about to turn around when he heard another shout: "Master Chu!"
"… "
The ink burned holding a stack of books, squinting and watching in the crowd. Suddenly he saw someone beckoning to him, but unfortunately it was too far away, he couldn't see the face of that person clearly, he could only see his clothes and posture, it was a young man in a blue robe, carrying a bow on his back, followed by one. wolf dog.
The man quickly approached, but when the ink burned and he could see each other's facial features, they were all stunned.
"You are… "
"Ink burns." He reacted before the other party, holding the scroll, it was inconvenient for luggage, he simply nodded, and his eyes stopped for a moment on the young man's face curiously, "I didn't expect to meet Nangong son here, okay. skillful."
It turned out that the person who called him "Master Chu" was Nangong Si, the direct son of Confucianism.
Because this guy died early, Mo Ran has never met him in the previous life, but Chu nightning is different. Chu nightning was a guest of the Confucianism, and Nangong Si must be familiar with him. Mo Ran looked at him up and down, and his eyes stopped for a while on the quiver held in Nangong Si's hand.
It was a very old cloth quiver with a camellia pattern embroidered on it. Due to the passage of time, the pattern had faded, and the bright petals were slightly yellowed, like the fragrance embroidered on the cloth. It can't last forever, and it will fade away one day.
Nangong Si's body is bright and beautiful, only this quiver is very broken, and even the traces of stitching can be clearly seen. The ink burns and knows that this quiver must be precious to him, but who does not have two or three kinds of brooms in this world. things? No matter how beautiful people are, there will be a memory that will accompany them for a long time in their hearts.
No one is as simple and heartless as they seem.
Nangong Si frowned: "The ink burns... I remember it. The apprentice of Master Chu?"
"Um."
That being the case, Nangong Si's attitude improved a little, and said, "I'm sorry, I've just been far apart. Looking at your appearance, I thought it was the grandmaster who left the customs earlier, but I don't know."
The ink burned his eyes away from the quiver, and he did not ask indifferently, but replied calmly: "I just heard you shout like this, I thought it was the master who left the customs ahead of time, I didn't know."
Nangong Si laughed, perhaps because of his noble birth, even when he was laughing, there was still a bit of arrogance in his handsome features. And his arrogance is different from Xue Meng's arrogance. Xue Meng is arrogant and arrogant, and Nangong Si seems to be a little more arrogant, a little arrogant and irritable.
But he was born very well, this kind of hostility did not make him terrible, but more wild.
Mo Ran couldn't help thinking in his heart, Nangong Si and Nangong Si are really a free and free horse.
He was in a trance when he heard Nangong Si say: "Before the ghost world was split, and Master Chu suffered misfortune. I was still sad for a long time. Fortunately, there was a master who gave instructions to bring the master back to life. When he wakes up, I will definitely go to death. Visit from the top."
"Then wait for the young master to drive."
Nangong Si waved his hand, and suddenly saw the book in Mo Ran's hand, and said strangely: "What is Brother Mo doing?"
"read."
Nangong Si thought that the reading he was talking about should be reading some obscure and difficult volumes, but when he took a closer look, he found that they were all classics such as "Xiaoyaoyou" and "Book of Rites". Said: "These... are all basic scriptures. I recited them when I was a child. What do you think these are useful for?"
The ink burned and didn't feel ashamed, his eyes were calm, and he said: "When I was a child, I couldn't even write my own name."
"Cough..." Nangong Si was a little embarrassed, "Signed up to study in an academy?"
"Yeah. I just want to collect some spiritual stones for spiritual practice on Mount Tai these days. I saw that Xinglin Academy opened a new lecture. I have nothing to do. Come and listen."
Nangong Si nodded, seeing that it was getting late, and said, "Look at this, Brother Mo hasn't had dinner yet. Since you are in the realm of Confucianism, and you are Master Chu's apprentice, I naturally want to do my best as a landlord. It just so happened that my companion was waiting for me at a nearby restaurant, how about a drink together?"
The ink burned and thought, and felt that there was nothing to do anyway, so he said: "But it's disrespectful."
"Wuyu Lou. One of the most famous restaurants in Linyi's realm. The nine-turned fat intestines are delicious. Have you heard of it?" Nangong Si asked him as he walked.
"Why haven't you heard of it." Mo Ran said with a smile, "One of the best restaurants in the world. Nangong son, you really know where to choose."
"I didn't pick the place."
"Oh, is that?"
Nangong Si said, "My partner picked it."
As a person who has lived for one life, Mo Ran is also aware of the intricate relationship between Confucianism and style. Although he doesn't say it, he is a little surprised in his heart and thinks to himself: Ye Wangxi is here too
But he followed Nangong Si up the restaurant, lifted the bead curtain of the wing and walked in. The person inside made him almost choke—
I saw Song Qiutong wearing a light Russell robe, in the pavilion by the window, the peach blossoms were blooming outside, she heard the sound and turned back, the golden steps on the temples swayed and rustled, which made her skin more like a cream, her lips were red, she couldn't tell. look good.
The half foot that the ink burned in subconsciously retracted.
He was thinking, is it too late to tell Nangong Si that he does not like Shandong cuisine, especially Jiuzhuan fat intestines