It is rumored that Liu Xuanshi drank a glass of wine for a thousand days in the Jin Dynasty, drunk for a thousand days, no different from the dead corpse, the family cried and was buried, after three years, the restaurant dug the grave and saw, Xuanshi came back, but laughed and said: "The fast one is drunk and I am also drunk!"

This is a man who can drink, and a man who can live.

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In 1007 AD, the seventh year of Longxing of Qi State.

Time always passes unconsciously, and when people think of it, it has already crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and ran to nowhere.

Spring goes to autumn, a year's time flows leisurely between the fingers of teenagers and girls, the plane tree on Chang'an Street has fallen the first leaf, on both sides of the street, many literati and celebrities who open a study can't help but sigh "a leaf falls and the world knows autumn".

Chang'an City in autumn is very lively, as a giant city at the eastern gateway of Qi State, Chang'an bears the important task of transportation arteries and military fortresses, whether it is from Qi to the bright divine kingdom bordering to the east, or straight through Mangdang, enter the distant and remote Qinglong Academy, you need to walk through this majestic giant city.

On this day, in front of the East City Gate of the Mangdang Mountains, scholars and students came and went innumerably, and the sound of selling along the street came and went.

On both sides of the road, many loving mothers who sent their children out to study had tears in their eyes, constantly telling their children about various matters of their children's life outside. For children, autumn is not only the season of withering and harvesting, but also the time of many schools to welcome new students.

New classmates, old classmates, new faces, old faces, will gradually be digested in this season, and become an established class and a small circle. Circling around this circle every day, slowly moving to the next class, the next school, or the moment when you go straight to the rivers and lakes, is the expectation of time gears in the hearts of many children.

It sounds sad for adults, but for children, it's a good thing to be happy about.

Especially at this time, the children who came to the east gate of Chang'an City, everyone held their heads high, their immature faces were full of pride and joy, and they greeted the gaze and envy of the crowd on both sides of the street, and slowly walked out of the high gate, got into their own carriage, and ran to the east.

"Look, that's my son, the one in red! He is just ten years old this year, and he has passed the test of the Qinglong Academy! Today he is going to the Falling Moon Basin to take the placement test!" A woman pointed to her child and shouted happily to the onlookers under the poplar tree on the side of the road.

"My daughter too, this time she was finally admitted to Qinglong Academy, she is already twelve years old, if she doesn't succeed this year, our family doesn't know what to do!"

"Look at it, it's my niece, I said that she has a good root, and she calculated a hexagram for her yesterday, showing that her luck is very good, and she was admitted immediately.

An old man started trading along the street, shouting loudly the slogan that had just been written, and the hexagram stall that no one cared about in the past, after having this voice, somehow, was immediately surrounded by water.

These few days are the entrance test of Qinglong Academy, and the students who go out from the east gate of Chang'an City are all martial arts geniuses who have been admitted.

Chang'an City is very large, there are too many people who can't finish this city in their lifetime, the old people in the city can't finish talking about the rise and fall of allusions for three months, but Qinglong College is bigger, only in terms of area, the three campuses together, there are dozens of times the size of Chang'an City, among which the Yanfu Campus goes deep into Mangdang Mountain, built according to the mountains and forests, and is one of the best universities in the Eastern Regions.

If you count in terms of influence, Chang'an City is even far from it, I am afraid that even among the people of the Kingdom of God bordering the east of Qi Kingdom, there are people who have never heard of this city, but if you mention the Qinglong Academy, it is a giant academy that the people of thousands of countries on the Eastern Regions yearn for.

It's been a year since Mo Fan came to this city. A year ago, he was ordered by Lin Cun to pretend to be a scholar to infiltrate the City Lord's Mansion of Chang'an City, and read with the third young master Yun Mofan, while observing the other party's behavior, striving to kill him within a year.

Today is the deadline.

In this year, Mo Fan had a lot of good opportunities to do it, but there was no way to assassinate the other party silently, today is different, the third young master of the Yun family has to go out of the Ice Silkworm House to congratulate the Lord of Cloud City on his birthday during the day, and at night he has to pack his bags and prepare to set off for the Falling Moon Basin early tomorrow morning to accept the placement test of the Blue Dragon Academy.

These two opportunities to enter and exit the Ice Silkworm House are like a godsend.

Mo Fan remembered Wu Jiali's words when he parted, let him use the sword quickly, he did not have a deep hatred with the other party, on the contrary, in this year, they got along better than the ordinary master-servant relationship. But the boy chose to sharpen the dagger anyway.

In the past year since entering Chang'an, Mo Fan has spent most of his time in the city lord's mansion to study, the third young master is the same age as him, and his body is extremely lonely and weak due to illness at a young age, so he especially likes to pull him to read and chat in the ice silkworm house, and study the cultivation difficulties of fighting qi together.

But his feelings don't stop there, there is a very delicate balance in his heart.

He is not a simple student who reads with him, and he is not like he said a year ago, 'his family is in the middle of the road, he has always read poetry and books, and he hopes to have the opportunity to contact etiquette and religion again'.

He entered the City Lord's Mansion to find an opportunity to kill people in the first place.

If the first meeting is to choose to be close to the other party, then the scale of killing intent and friendship must be balanced, until the moment of action, the balance must not be biased.

Whichever side deviates, there is a danger. If the killing intent is too heavy, you will be found or even killed on the spot, and if the killing intent is too light, you will be overwhelmed by emotion.

The killer who can't get off the sword may be a good person, but it's more likely to be a dead person.

So today, on this dagger, which is getting brighter and brighter, there is no temperature, or cold and scary. Next to the dagger, an old book is placed on the whetstone, and the worn-out cover is written with the four seal characters of 'Dahei Tianshu', and in the lower right corner, two crooked small trees are engraved on the paper.

Mo Fan opened the broken book he got a year ago, and the girl who handed him the book said that he should open it again on the day when he was ready to kill, which recorded the secret technique of Lin Village, which could secretly transmit the killed people back to the village, and before the corpse was corrupted and deformed, the elders of the village would make a face very similar to the dead man, so as to change his appearance, or say that the tanuki would change the prince.

Mo Fan was the tanuki, but this time he was skinned and replaced by the prince.

This strange book was given to him by a maid named Mei Xiang on the day the boy first came to the City Lord's Mansion. Mo Fan felt that this girl serving the eldest lady was very familiar, but he couldn't think of which 'old man' the other party was in Aunt Lin's mouth.

Is it possible that the deceased is a deceased person?

After spending more than thirty minutes reading the book, the boy raised a wisp of purple fire, burned the book to ashes, and then walked into an old house, sat in the dark, and waited quietly.

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If you find an old man in Chang'an City today and ask what important things have happened in the city in the past six months, most of the old people will shake their fans, roll their eyes first, and then look at the person who is asking, and reply disdainfully: It must be the fiftieth birthday of the city lord this year.

As a nominal imperial town, guarding the entire eastern gateway, although Chang'an City has not had a major war for nearly ten years, no one has ever dared to underestimate this Chang'an City Lord.

In the past thirty years, everyone knows that the martial arts talent of the Lord of Yuncheng is extremely high, and he has cultivated to serve the country and be loyal to the monarch, the king of the vassal inside, and the mangdang outside, and there is no invincible battle in the Qi country with him, but only a few people know that this martial arts genius Yun Glance was originally invited to the Hanlin Academy to repair the position as the champion of the Qinglong Academy's civil and military dual disciplines.

When it comes to the city lord of Chang'an, the old people in the city will say that the Wenzhi of the first undefeated marshal of the empire is above his martial arts, which is almost a big joke in the Qi country, but no one dares to mention the words 'abandon literature and follow martial arts' in front of the old city lord.

The literati were reborn, the warriors were reborn, although the old city lord never mentioned the story of the past year, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the city lord's birthday banquet in Chang'an City every year was many times grander than the previous year, and this year coincided with the old city lord's full fifty birthday.

This increasingly grand carnival may represent the old city lord's obsession with the rule of the world.

The city lord's mansion is full of lights, countless people come and go, gold and silver and other mundane things have rarely appeared in this level of congratulatory gifts, and the shots are full of rare and exotic objects that only people can't think of, and no one can't see. It is only at this time that this giant city, which is one of the best in the Qi country, will show a slight opportunity to take advantage of it.

In the inner courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, a small hut hidden in the darkness, suddenly there was a faint popping sound, like the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the thin cord of cloth, compared with the sound of jubilant fireworks outside the house, it was really so faint that no one noticed it.

There was a faint ** sound in the room, and only a boy about seven or eight years old stood quietly in the room, of course, if not counting the corpse in front of him, which was not yet dead.

In the end, it was the first time for the teenager to do such a murderous business, and there were still some slight omissions in the method, so that he was not killed with a knife, and in many cases, this represented the end of the killer.

Thinking of this, he scratched his head in annoyance, pulled out an inconspicuous black iron dagger from the body of the person in front of him, and with a wave of his right hand, a head with excessive panic and even a split of his eyes flew out, and before the dust and sound could be splashed on the ground, a wisp of dark purple flame appeared in the air, burning silently.

Looking at the former friend in front of him, to be precise, the half-cut body of the former friend, the young man's delicate little face did not have the slightest imaginary wonderful expression, he waved the blood stain on the dagger in his right hand, and lightly wiped it on the former's splendid shirt, and put it into the ink-colored long sleeves.

Standing in place for a while, the boy seemed to suddenly think of something, rubbed his hands nervously, took out a bundle of long incense from his arms, took out one very seriously and inserted it in the dust accumulated over the years, and recited two sentences of magic in his mouth, and a wisp of fire from the heart of the earth burst out of his left hand, burning the incense.

This scene is already extremely weird, the incense in the hands of the young man is even more weird, ordinary people burn incense and worship the Buddha with yellow, red and other incense that symbolizes the auspicious color, but this long incense is not, not only the length is more than double the length of the ordinary incense, the color is even more strange dark black, at a glance, like a black snake.

"No matter how long the incense is, there will be a time when it turns to ashes, as long as it is lit one day, this is its inevitable fate, just like waiting for rain, it is the fate of the umbrella's life..."

"The same goes for you. The young man looked down at half of the corpse, a not-so-cute smile pulled out of the corner of his mouth, thought about it, and said, "Dahei Tianjutsu, Youtian Heiren, I think you have a good journey." ”

After that, he got up, but without looking back, he walked out.

The night was deep, and there was a young man standing outside the door who was seven points similar to the boy who had died before, and when he saw that it was Mo Fan, the young man laughed happily and said softly:

"You're good. ”

The young man frowned slightly when he heard this.

"Good woman, I thought I would only hear this word when I was given a good person card. Mo Fan echoed and laughed twice.

"No, you're really nice. The young man repeated in a low voice, without explaining, smiled freely, took out a portrait from his arms, handed it to the young man, and said, "This is the eldest of my family, I'm afraid Lin Cun has already talked to you about him, you will pretend to be the third brother in the future and go to the academy to find him." ”

Mo Fan took the portrait, glanced at the familiar appearance in the painting, and didn't care, rubbed his hand casually, raised his head and said to the young man: "Boiled beans burn beans, beans cry in the kettle." ”

The sky seemed to be darker here, perhaps because the wind was blowing, blowing the dark clouds above the boy's head, and the sound of fireworks outside the courtyard gradually became quieter, but the two people in the courtyard seemed to be unaware.

After a long time, Mo Fan looked at the motionless person in front of him again, and said: "It is born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other." ”

Countless shadows flickered in the courtyard, like a devil who chose people to devour, but the young man waved his hand and said for the third time: "You are better than I imagined." ”

"Phew, good people don't live long, and the scourge will last for thousands of years! You don't take this pit to me, the master is gone, don't say goodbye to me, it's best not to see you in the future." ”

After saying this, Mo Fan turned his head and left, no longer looking at the person he had heard from Yun'er many years ago.

It wasn't until he walked out of the courtyard that the young man took advantage of the cover to look back at the man who was still standing alone in the dark, his brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered something in his mouth, and walked straight to the back door of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Yo, little scholar, why didn't you follow the third young master today, haha, is it that the young master doesn't want you anymore, don't be afraid, my brothers are covering you!"

"Don't talk nonsense, the third young master asked me to hurry up and buy him the rock sugar gourd of the old Li family in the west of the city, there is a delay here, can you bear the blame from the young master!"

The pride of the little slave who fights with people is vividly learned by the boy.

"You little monkey, if it weren't for the cuteness you were born with, you couldn't tease you as a brother, get out of here!"

Hearing this, the guard guarding the gate really didn't say anything more, and did not check the young man's body, as if he was very familiar with this scene, opened the door and let Mo Fan out.

The breeze is cool, and the autumn air is very comfortable to breathe, so fresh that people want to be thrown into the air like cotton balls, and they can't wake up.

Walking aimlessly in Chang'an City, this is the first time that Mo Fan has carefully looked at the city since he entered the city for five years, and it is also the first time to walk on the marble road at will, east and west, north and south, the young man walked for a long time, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated attic that he had never seen before, raised his head and looked at this small building, Mo Fan said softly:

"I'm going to open a study here, what do you think?"

It was late at night, the streets were empty, and the boy seemed to be talking to himself, but in the darkness a very nice girl's voice suddenly replied, "It's possible, but it's hard for you to get into the Heavenly Merchants." ”

Hearing this term again that he had heard in the mouth of a gentle woman a year ago, Mo Fan's eyes turned with a vague and complicated emotion, and he said softly:

"I know, I am...... I just want to open a study, in fact, you don't have to look at me so powerfully, Mei Xiang. ”

After saying this, the young man didn't know what he thought, laughed at himself, walked to the small building in front of him, waved the dust with his right hand, and sat on the stone steps in front of the door, waiting for the former's reply.

He was a very patient man, and he was obviously more patient today.

The girl was silent for a long time, and finally did not answer the young man's question, and said softly: "You should go back, today is the birthday of the master, and the third young master can only get out of the ice silkworm house, too long is not good." ”

After Mo Fan heard this, he suddenly smiled bitterly, his voice became louder and louder, and it spread far away in the silent streets and alleys, and there were intermittent echoes coming layer upon layer, but the wryly smiling young man didn't care, but the more he laughed, the happier he became, his little face tightened for a long time, nodded, and a trace of complexity flashed in his clear eyes, and said softly:

"I'm going to Qinglong Academy tomorrow, we'll work together for a year, is there anything you want me to do? Maybe I'll remember it when I'm in a good mood. ”

The voice in the darkness was silent for a moment, and then replied, "It's nothing, but ...... Congratulations on getting out of a sea of suffering. ”

Yes, Mo Fan has been out of a sea of suffering since today, but in front of him, there are countless seas of suffering.

As she spoke, the woman smiled tentatively, and a light laugh came from the corner.

"What, isn't it nice for you to laugh?"

As soon as Mo Fan finished speaking, the woman's laughter disappeared.

"Elder let me tell you, don't use too strong physical strength and spiritual power in your body until you have to, after all, you will still be the third young master in front of people in the future, and your body will be weaker. The girl said calmly, "The two of you practice Dou Qi together, and you also know his level, and he has not yet broken through the body refiner, so he will ...... in the future You just use vindictiveness. ”

Mo Fan nodded slightly, suddenly turned around and looked to the side, only to see that a man in black appeared there at some point, stretched out his hand, and handed him something.

The boy stretched out his hand to take it, found that it was a mask, kneaded it lightly twice, and said in a low voice: "I haven't been back to Lin Village for a long time, but I didn't expect the elders' craftsmanship to be so fast and good." ”

"Thanks to the instant burning of your Earth's Heart Fire, we were able to imitate it in such a short period of time. The man in black said with a smile.

It seemed that the hoarse voice that had not spoken for a long time sounded in his ears, which suddenly aroused the long-term memories in Mo Fan's heart, he shook his head slightly, moved a little imperceptibly to the side, and said, "Uncle Wang, you are polite." ”

"You're welcome, then, the third young master works hard. ”

The man in black smiled suspiciously, and the figure disappeared, along with a beautiful young woman.

"Mei Xiang...... Who the hell is it? Do I know the old man......"

Mo Fan thought for a moment, shook his head, threw the old things that no one cared about from his mind, patted his face self-deprecatingly, and suddenly thought of the album given to him by a huge rabbit many years ago, and the last page of the album reads:

"Looking back on the past and sad old traces are the precursors of aging, aging is the harbinger of death, there are two great tragedies in the life of the rabbit, one is all lost, the other is full of ambition, and we must find victory in failure!"

As if admonishing himself, the boy whispered it three more times.

After that, he casually took the mask at hand, and the originally delicate little face changed abruptly after putting on the mask, and another face that was also handsome but less handsome and more scholarly gradually fixed on Mo Fan's face, and if you looked closely, it was the appearance of the third young master who had died not long ago!

The ink-colored robe that Mo Fan wore was very long, long enough to cover a well-developed teenager, and the hat on his clothes was also very large, so big that he wore it on his head to completely cover his face.

Everyone in the city knows that the third young master is determined to enter the Hanlin Academy as a literati.