On the strange white jade brush, the white lanyard of the suppressed jade money seems inconspicuous, but it is impossible to ignore, the feeling of reaching people's hearts, although it is a little illusory, but it can feel real, and even a little inferior, as if ordinary people, it is difficult to see its true face of the dragon;

The palm-sized brush, lying quietly, Mo Tong held it in the palm of his hand in mid-air, faintly, as if there was an inexplicable brilliance flowing, and the sound of the mysterious dragon chanting and tiger roaring echoed, as if there was a green dragon and a white tiger, dormant in it, wandering and churning in the illusory Xuanguang;

But under closer inspection, it seems to be back to the basics, as if everything before is a void illusion, and even the faint fragrance of books and ink has disappeared, I don't know if it was blown away by the cold wind of the night, and quietly taken away;

Thinking back to the advice left by the old man, Mo Tong thought stupidly in his heart: Do you want to tell Childe about this matter? Childe is so good to me, besides, such a good brush, at a glance, I know that it is not a mortal thing, since it is a life-saving thing, do you want to give it to Childe?

Hunger and fright, and that fantastic experience, perhaps too tired, so I curled up next to the bookcase, and fell into a deep sleep, the wound on my forehead, which scabbed over at some point, and the sallow face was stained with sweat after the air, and a slightly frowning brow. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Several hungry wolves, taking advantage of the moonlight, surrounded the sleeping Mo Tong, and seemed to take him as a prey, preparing a good meal, one of them, slowly stepped forward, sniffed with his nose, grinned, showed his fangs, his eyes were green, and opened his foul teeth;

"Buzz!"

A white light, emanating from the brush in Mo Tong's hand, condensed in mid-air, turned into a "town" character, the brilliance flowed, the fairy light was brilliant, with a sacrosanct majesty, as if it was a projection of the handwriting on the pen barrel, with some kind of mysterious power;

The wild wolf, who does not understand human nature, as if he was influenced by the sage, knelt on the ground, bowed his head and bowed, as if the characters in the air were regarded as the bright moon in the night sky, and sincerely worshipped, and after a while, the wolves turned around in unison, and left, returning to the mountains.

In the quiet moonlight, the souls of the dead in the mountains quietly appeared, they went into the mountains to hunt, were killed by fierce birds and beasts, and the flesh and bones were all eaten by wild beasts, so they were not allowed to be reincarnated, unless there were capable people and strangers, chanting for them excessively, it can be seen that the heaven and earth of the cycle of cause and effect are reasonable;

These vain souls, who have been dead for many years, cannot be reincarnated, have resentment, turn into resentful ghosts, and rely on creating terrifying illusions and terrifying sounds, scaring people who are wandering in the mountains and wilderness to death, absorbing the resentment of the undead, soul awareness, and even devouring the soul, so as to cultivate.

Mo Tong's popularity attracted countless resentful ghosts to wander around him, each performing ghostly illusions, reproducing the scene of his tragic death, enveloping the sleeping Mo Tong, confusing him and sinking into it, wanting to harm his life;

"Buzz!"

The white light is long, the golden light is flashing, and in an instant, the fairy light is steaming, sweeping the world and sweeping the world, faintly, there is a loud sound of reading, turning into bursts of righteousness, forcing many resentful ghosts, ghosts screaming and retreating, and even some retreating slowly, were injured to the remnant soul;

After a while, many resentful ghosts, like students who have received enlightenment and studied poetry and books, sat cross-legged one by one, floating in the void, reciting together, one by one mysterious poems and songs, turning into the light of reincarnation, wrapping the remnant soul and sending it to reincarnation.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The sound of the golden crow of dawn woke up the sleeping Mo Tong, opened his hazy sleepy eyes, looked at the light of dawn, pierced the sky, and was draped in a faint glow, lingering in the distant sky, as if the gods and Buddhas in the sky were preparing to meet the Sun Shrine;

Mo Tong rubbed his eyes, endured the hunger from the Five Organs Temple, he knew that there was dry food in the bookbox and water in the water bag, but he didn't dare to eat it without permission, because it was Gongzi's, as a scholar, he was not allowed to move without permission, otherwise it would be theft.

Mo Tong stood up, patted the dust on his body, raised his sleeves, wiped the wet morning dew on his face, stretched out his tongue, licked his chapped lips, and suddenly, stunned, looked at the arm hanging in mid-air, to be precise, the white jade brush in the palm;

Knowing that last night's magical experience was not a dream, faintly, Mo Tong's heart, a trace of inexplicable, a sense of loss, he shook his head vigorously, shook off the chaotic thoughts, and then cherished it, the white jade brush, close to the body;

Feeling the cold touch on his chest, Mo Tong's heart was surprisingly steady, as if he had a reliance, as if he had confidence, more self-confidence, the confidence to dare to face everything, bear everything, and challenge everything, even his waist was unconsciously straightened;

Bending down to reload the heavy bookcase, the stinging pain in his back made him more awake, it was the wound left yesterday, but he didn't care, it seemed that he had long been used to it, or, yesterday's pain, just because of the strenuous exercise, worn out the calluses of the past;

Raising his head and looking at the upcoming sunrise, Mo Tong's heart was quiet, there was a feeling of being reborn, breathing in the fresh air of the morning, the corners of Mo Tong's mouth slowly curled, revealing a satisfied smirk, standing quietly on the side, waiting for the city gate to open.

Wu Wu Inn, Mo Li had dark circles under his eyes, his expression was complicated, and his heart was infinitely entangled, he was excited all night, and at the same time, he was also depressed all night, and he didn't sleep all night, there was no warm fragrant nephrite as he imagined, only the concentration of the beauty's teeth;

The beauty's intelligent talent shocked him, and even couldn't believe that just overnight, a woman who could barely speak could already recite a few simple poems, which was incredible;

Think about him at the beginning, from Mengtong to Xiucai, ten years of hard work, and now he still feels that fame is hopeless, and then look at this girl, just overnight, she can do it so far, that amazing learning talent, even if it is Mo Li, I feel deeply ashamed;

"Good morning, Childe!"

As soon as Mo Li opened the door, he saw Mo Tong carrying a bookcase on his back, his hands lowered, his chin against his chest, his eyes staring at the worn old cloth shoes, standing stupidly outside the door, embarrassed, cautious, softly asking him for peace, looking like he was admitting his mistake and waiting to be punished;

Mo Li, who had not slept all night, although he had a beautiful woman by his side, he was able to get what he wanted, and he was depressed in his heart, and he was really in no mood to take care of him, especially Mo Tong's embarrassed appearance, and the heavy smell of sweat on his body made him even more disliked, and he forgot about it, this was all his handiwork;

"Where did you go last night?"

Mo Li's face was impatient, his face was gloomy and handsome, his tone was perfunctory, and he asked lukewarmly.