In a blink of an eye, it was winter, and Mofeng Academy was still late autumn. The weather was sunny and not very cold.

That day when classes were in progress, the bell rang in the academy, again and again, and refused to stop.

This was a big deal in the academy, and the masters all stopped and looked out. After a while, a waiter came and said a few words to the master, but his voice was so small that he couldn't hear clearly. After that, the master said to the students, "If something big happens, go to the martial arts training ground." ”

There was a lot of discussion all around, and most of them were suspicious of what had happened, after all, it had not happened in the academy for a long time.

When everyone gathered, I saw the mountain chief standing at the front, facing everyone, with a sad expression and a little sadness between his eyebrows.

"Everyone, I have something important to announce. The mountain chief's voice was a little heavy.

As soon as the words came out, everyone realized the seriousness of the matter, and they didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the mountain chief.

"You all know that His Majesty the Emperor of the Southern Dynasty is slightly ill, but His Majesty has suddenly vomited blood the day before yesterday, and then died. All this is because a few days ago, the Northern Dynasty and the Jixi tribe united to send an army to attack our dynasty, and the three cities have been broken. ”

As soon as the words came out, some of the older masters were already hiding their faces and weeping.

The mountain chief did not stop, and said: "The first emperor has no heirs, so the first emperor's brother King Wei is the new majesty of the Northern Dynasty." ”

At this time, someone whispered, and his eyebrows were furrowed. Lu Qimeng only felt that that person had probably offended King Wei before, and now he was afraid that he would not have a good life. Before he could think much else, the mountain chief spoke up again, saying, "The whole country is mourning, the academy has decided to cancel the future classes, take the holiday in advance, and let you wait to go back." ”

After that, he took the masters with him.

The students probably felt that it was not good to be happy, so they could only endure it, and their faces were a little ugly. When you come, you are noisy, and when you leave, you are quiet, and you don't feel desolate.

All this had little impact on Lu Qimeng, but Song Qingyang and Li Shujun were silent.

One is worried about his parents and brothers, and the other is worried about his family and friends.

Lu Qimeng looked at the two of them, and he also felt upset and irritable. But he could only do his best to make the two of them happy, but with little success.

The next morning, Lu Qimeng and Li Shujun went to Song Qingyang's residence, but found it empty. The two of them looked at this scene and were silent. In just a moment, Li Shujun threw the sword he had been wearing, Song Qingyang gave him, on the ground, and shouted: "What kind of brother is this, can't you say goodbye?" ”

Lu Qimeng wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only watch Li Shujun, who had always been calm, get angry.

Unexpectedly, he was able to relieve himself. Li Shujun hurriedly walked forward, picked up the sword with a cold light, and left.

Lu Qimeng felt that he didn't know how to react, as if everything was wrong.

She had to go back to her residence alone.

Lu Qimeng has not left his residence these days.

The sun was just right on this day, Lu Qimeng was lying on the couch, looking at the scene outside, and suddenly Li Shujun came in and only said to her: "I'm going to leave tomorrow, I didn't want to tell you, but after thinking about it, I still came." If you want, come and send me, and if you don't, forget it. I don't force it. Like a gust of wind, he left gently.

Lu Qimeng looked at the door that opened and closed, turned over, and continued to sleep.

On the second day, the hour had arrived, and Lu Qimeng did not come. Li Shujun looked at the students who were carrying their bags, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Lu Qimeng waited for Li Shujun to leave before appearing in front of the gate of the academy. She watched Li Shujun's figure change from big to small, and finally disappeared.

She didn't know what her mood was, and she didn't know what Li Shujun's mood was when she turned around and walked down the mountain. Perhaps, sad, somewhat, perhaps, lonely, some, I'm afraid it's more lonely, as if the world was left alone, and all the years in the academy before were just a dream. Now that I have woken up from my dream, it is time to move on.

None of this can be helped. This era is like this, coming and going, originating and perishing.

Lu Qimeng didn't know if he would ever see him again. I had to shout down the mountain: "Li Shujun, you must be safe and happy!"

The voice spread into the distance, and came back, but it was broken, and some things like "Li Shujun, Shujun, Jun" could be heard, and the words behind it could not be heard clearly.

Li Shujun seemed to feel something, stopped his steps, and looked in the direction of the academy. There are only green trees in front of me, and only birdsong and ape crying in my ears. After looking at it for a while, I continued to walk down the mountain.

A few days later, the mountain chief said to these students who had never left: "Today is a great day for the new emperor to ascend the throne. Feel the joy for yourselves!"

This day was the beginning of the first year of Xuanle.