The night was dark, and in an ancient clumsy pavilion on the top of the Tianmu mountains, a middle-aged Confucian wearing a long cloth robe, a thin body, and a quiet face was sitting opposite a rich middle-aged man wearing a cloud brocade dress with a white face and a wide body.

Between the two of them is a chessboard and two cups of tea. The stars in the sky are dense, the evil moon in the eastern sky is as scarlet as blood, the surrounding mountains are black and oppressive like a creeping prehistoric beast herd, and the Yuezhou City in the far distance is also faintly visible.

The face is white and the body is wide, like a middle-aged man in a pampered costume who has been pampered all the year round, took a sip of tea and put it down, and said with a smile: "The more people talk about the sky, the clouds and clouds may be visible." I have lived in the college for 17 years when I was young, and it has been almost a year since I returned to the college, and it seems that this is the first time I have seen the college as it was tonight. ”

The cloth-clothed Confucian looked at the chessboard with an indifferent expression, his sleeves and black beard were blown by the mountain wind, but his body was as immovable as a mountain. He didn't seem to hear the words of the middle-aged man in Huafu, and all his energy was focused on the chessboard, and after a long while, he shook his head slightly and said: "The evil moon rises, a hundred ghosts walk, where does Qiankun Langlang come from?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man in Huafu looked at the evil moon in the eastern sky, lowered his head and muttered: "Today, in this world, there are Moon Worship Sects in the southwest to bewitch the people's hearts, there are Beidi Hulu drinking horses and Tianshan outside the Sai, and there are still strange forces and chaos on the thousands of islands in the East China Sea...... Senior brother, the trouble of the evil moon is not as good as that of people. ”

Buyi Rusheng was silent when he heard this, but he still shook his head slightly.

The middle-aged man in Huafu said: "Senior Brother Huaicang thinks I am not right?"

Buyi Confucian is the head of Tianmu Academy Huaicang, who Bu'an has never seen, he stretched out his hand and lightly tapped a white child on the chessboard, and said leisurely: "If the moon is constant, where does the moon worship sect come from? If there is no evil moon that messes up yin and yang, a hundred ghosts do not come out, the tides are not chaotic, and the people are determined, why are they afraid of the Hulu outside the Saiwai?"

The middle-aged man in Huafu nodded with a smile, suddenly frowned, raised his eyes to look in the direction of Yuezhou City, and said lightly: "Jinpeng Bird...... It seems that the evil moon is coming, and the old gods are ready to move. ”

Huaicang didn't even look at it, as if he had already noticed the movement in the direction of Yuezhou, and while lifting the sunspot in the robbery, he said: "I'm afraid I'm tired of staying on the island, come out and activate your hands and feet." ”

The young man in the Chinese costume said in a loud voice: "Senior brother, could it be a ...... on the floating island of Yingzhou" He said that Yingzhou would not go down, as if he was afraid of mentioning something extraordinary.

Huaicang smiled slightly: "Zi said that he was silent, and the strange power was confused. It is because the hearts of the people in the world are not strong, and when it comes to the name of the chaotic gods, it is inevitable that they will worship their incense and spiritual power with their own spiritual wisdom. You are not among them. ”

The middle-aged man in Huafu said: "Senior Brother Xie's teachings." The Jinpeng Bird is now alive, could it be that the Yingzhou Nuwa clan wants to take advantage of the evil moon to return to Shenzhou?"

Huaicang shook his head and said, "The Nuwa clan has lived for more than two thousand years, how can it be so ostentatious. It's just that the descendants of whose family can't bear the loneliness on the island and come out of the world to walk around. Then he raised his eyes and said: "You will not leave the world tonight, are you still concerned about Bianliang?"

The middle-aged man in Huafu was slightly stunned, and said earnestly: "My father often said when he was alive that he sought virtue in prosperous times and sought talent in troubled times. My brother can use his strategy to win the heir, and his intelligence is far better than mine. Now that the evil moon is coming, the troubled times are coming, and the world should have talented people living in it. ”

Huaicang nodded and said: "If Ling Di can really help the world and survive the evil moon, he will be a Ming monarch who has not met for thousands of years, and he should have taken the position of your crown prince; ”

Shan Chang Huaicang's words were plain, Zeng Gui was the middle-aged man of the prince of Daliang, but he was shocked to hear it, he said that he admired his younger brother's intelligence, but his heart may not be unwilling, but now he is hiding in Tianmu Academy, and even his life was saved by the senior brother in front of him, and his full body was full of sharpness when he was in Bianliang at the beginning, which has been exhausted after the palace accident last year, and now when he heard the senior brother say this, he had to nod and smile on his face, pretending not to care.

Huaicang glanced up at him, sighed thoughtfully, and said, "You live too boring in the academy, and the end of the next month is the Lanting Summer Gathering, so let's go and relax." ”

The middle-aged man in Huafu waved his hand and said, "I live in the academy, and I have already caused a lot of trouble to my senior brother. Lanting Xia Ji has a lot of people, so it's better not to go. Then he said: "I also watched "Fixing the Storm" in the spring test this year, and it was really extraordinary. Senior brother, if the academy can get such talents, there is hope for revival. ”

Huaicang smiled and said, "The academy is weak, how can it be revived by relying on a talent." What's more, the scholar surnamed Nabu and the daughter of Yu Zhaozhong have a rich marriage contract with him...... Why should the college put its hope for revival on a son-in-law? ”

The middle-aged man in Huafu changed his face slightly, probably remembering the experience of life and death hanging by a thread in the whole month when he left Beijing in a hurry.

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In a dilapidated tiled house in the southern city of Yuezhou, under the dim oil lamp, Bu An was washing his feet while telling Su Su, who was lying on the bed, about the experience of catching ghosts tonight.

Hearing him say that the door suddenly opened and another hanged ghost floated outside the door, Su Su screamed in fright and pulled up the quilt to cover his whole face, while Bu An burst out laughing.

After a while, Su Sucai showed a pair of eyes from the quilt, and asked nervously and curiously, "Childe...... And then?"

"Later, the two hanged ghosts were all cleaned up by us!" Bu An wiped his feet and sat down on the edge of the bed with the little lute in his arms.

Su Su was puzzled: "Childe still has to practice the piano so late?"

Bu An smiled: "I'll make a trick for you." As he spoke, he pressed one chord knob that he had figured out in the past few days with one hand, and swept the strings with the fingertip of his index finger filled with luxury with the other.

One, two, three...... It took three sweeps of the strings for the cloud of ghost qi in his body to be consumed, which was twice as much as the last time. And the warm light rippling around the strings was also richer and more gorgeous than the one in the courtyard of the Loujia Library, clearly divided into three layers, fluttering and merging, and it took a while to completely disappear.

Bu An watched the process of the warm light disappearing blankly, but Su Su said softly: "Isn't Childe going to show me a trick? How can it not change?" Bu An immediately turned his head and said, "You ...... Don't you see?"

Su Su wondered, "What do you see?"

Bu An immediately reacted, Su Su must not be able to see these warm lights shocked by the strings, and by pushing one and the other, maybe no one can see it except himself!

He felt that this should be a good thing, but after thinking about it, he was worried that his ghosts would not be able to kill the enemy and subdue the demons, and in the end he would be busy in vain. But the ghost energy that I have accumulated now can only be used to sweep the strings three times, and I can't even play a complete melody, and I can't try it if I want to.

"Why do you think so much uselessly!!" he said to himself, blowing out the lamp and going to bed.

Before going to sleep, Bu An commanded softly: "Su Su, from tomorrow, you will go to the outside of Linglong Fang to inquire about the situation there, and when the evil moon goes down the mountain, as soon as the sunny night comes, Gongzi and I will go to mix on an errand." By the way, remember to get home before dark and don't wander around. ”

Su Su responded with a grin and shrunk her legs, for fear that Gongzi would scratch the soles of her feet again.