Wei Xingzhen's expression was still a little unhappy.

After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked away, "...... Say, what do you want me to do? ”

……

Under the same night sky, Blemish was standing in the courtyard looking at the moon tonight.

His small courtyard was also very lively tonight, and the two sisters, Sand and Hong, finally arrived in Luoyang with the last sharp blade, and several people settled in this small courtyard tonight.

"Sir, he's already in the tea room."

The elderly Kuang Lu slowly walked into the atrium and whispered to the flawed Ying who was looking at the moon.

Blemished came back from her contemplation and whispered "Got it."

Kuang Lu said again, "I asked, his name today is Jia Gu Heng." ”

Blemish laughed, "Nice name." ”

……

There was a calming incense in the tea room, and Jia Gu Heng had finished bathing and changing, and was sitting quietly on the seat at the moment waiting for the flawed Tao to come.

He stared at the wall of the tearoom with a vigorous inscription that read, "Frost and snow have fallen."

Jia Gu Heng recognized the origin of this sentence at a glance - this is the story of the old sage and his disciples who were besieged in Chen Cai, when the master and apprentice had not eaten for seven days, but the master and son still sang the song.

The disciples were puzzled, how could the master still have the heart to play the piano and sing when everyone was hungry and exhausted, and where was this person's conscience?

Although at this moment, he suffered from troubled times with the way of benevolence and righteousness, but he did not lose his virtue in the face of difficulties, and his self-reflection was not exhaustive - it can be seen that this is not a desperate situation, but it makes him more accessible and firm.

…… But why did Mr. Bin hang such an inscription in his tea room?

Jia Gu Heng thought with some respect.

He knows that there is an ancient adage called "the year is cold, and then the pine and cypress are withered", which is to praise the noble character of the pine and cypress who are not afraid of the cold.

However, isn't it natural that there is an order of cold, summer, wind and rain between heaven and earth?

Some flowers bloom in spring and summer, some fruits ripen in autumn, some grass and vines wither in one season, and there are giant trees such as pines and cypresses that are evergreen all year round......

Whether it is grass or trees, wind and rain, everyone is just guarding their own time, why should some be criticized, and some should be praised?

Thinking deeply, the so-called noble and cheap, lewd and righteous, fair and just, good and evil...... Is it the Heavenly Dao Law that has existed since ancient times, or is it an agreement made between people on a whim?

Grabbing the thread of this thought, Jia Gu Heng's gaze became more focused as he stared at the inscription.

He couldn't help but follow the thought, but suddenly a spasmodic headache sounded in his head.

Jia Gu Heng finally realized the danger, he frowned, and his two hands gripped his head deeply.

Before the intense and irrepressible pain was triggered, he quickly shook his head, as if to shake his useless and complicated thoughts out of his mind for the time being.

When everything calmed down, he gasped with some difficulty, and his whole body fell to the ground with convulsions.

Jia Gu Heng felt a burning stinging pain in his forehead again.

The pitch-black horns on his forehead seemed to have grown a few more centimeters.

In the corridor outside the house, there was a very light footstep, and he immediately looked at the door, which was pushed open, and the flaw appeared behind it.

"Sir......" Jia Guheng said a little weakly.

Bleed Ying frowned at the sight of his appearance.

He walked quickly to Jia Gu Heng's side, helped the other party sit up, and then quickly took out a small bottle of sniff salt from his sleeve and handed it to Jia Gu Heng's nose.

After a few moments, Jia Gu Heng regained his strength.

The two sat opposite each other under the lamp, staring at each other's black horns, which he remembered when they met a few years ago, and from a distance they looked like a large bag protruding from the middle of their foreheads.

Today, however, it is as long as a man's middle finger, pitch black, translucent, and looks like a rhinoceros horn.

“…… What have you been doing all these years? Defective asked.

Although Jia Gu Heng was covered with slate-gray skin, and even when he was ashamed, he would not be seen blushing, but he was still a little afraid to look at the flawed eyes.

"I ...... I've been staying in the mustard seed orchard in Jinling. Jia Guheng replied in a low voice.

"The bookstore?"

"Hmm."

Eyebrows, "...... It turns out that what I told you before, did you turn a deaf ear? ”

Although the tone of this sentence was still calm, Jia Gu Heng still heard some reproach from it.

He looked down at his fingers, like a child who had been reprimanded for making a mistake, with an embarrassed expression.

When we parted a few years ago, Mr. Bin repeatedly ordered that from now on, he would never read the subset of the world's scriptures and histories again.

However...... He couldn't.

He has lived for 4,700 years, is illiterate or literate, and lives a happy life like a fairy outside the territory.

However, since following Blemish to Middle-earth more than a decade ago, everything has slowly become weird.

The first problem that Jia Gu Heng encountered was that he did not have a name.

The name of a monster is different from that of a human, and it is not just a name or a good wish.

The names of monsters are innate, some are etched on spiritual sense, some appear in prophecies, and some are waiting for the right time to fall at a certain time when the Heavenly Dao is destined.

It falls before their eyes, into their hearts.

Before he met Bianying, Jiagu Heng had lived for 4,700 years in the world, but he never knew what he was called—a rare occurrence even among youkai.

He never minded it when he was out of town, but when he arrived in Middle-earth, he was immediately thrilled to discover that almost everyone had a name.

At that time, Jia Gu Heng asked, Mr. Fang, I don't have a name, what should I do?

Bleed Ying replied with a smile, the name of the person in this world, which one do you like, just grab it.

For humans, the connection between spirit and name is not as close as that of youkai, but every time he kills a person and takes his name for himself, he feels a brief and peaceful happiness rise in his heart.

But when he had the names, he was not satisfied—because he soon discovered that they could be put on paper. The people of Middle-earth call it "words", and each word can be combined into words, each with a deep meaning and exquisite meaning.

However, he had never read a book, so he naturally could not solve these puzzles.

When Mr. Flaw is free, he will disassemble and decipher for him, but when Mr. Flaw is busy, he will not be able to bother him anymore.

For many nights, Jia Gu Heng was alone in front of his new name, scratching his ears and cheeks, half-guessing and half-thinking, but he still couldn't figure it out.

One day, he had an idea, and every time before killing someone, he would force the other party to explain clearly what his name meant, so as to save him a lot of trouble.

He once caught a person named "Hongyi", and the other party told him that Zi said: Scholars can't do without Hongyi, and there is a long way to go...... This is the morality of Confucianism.

Later, a pair of brothers were arrested, one was called "Peifeng" and the other was called "Tu Nan".

The origin of their names is even more interesting, saying that there is a giant kun that has turned into a roc bird and soared to the top.

Ninety thousand miles, the wind is below, and then it is the wind today;

Carrying the blue sky, and Mo Zhi is dying, and then it is now Tu Nan.

One by one, these people with beautiful names died in his hands, and he happily took the countless names in the world that contained wishes for himself, sometimes changing their names in ten days, sometimes changing a dozen names a day.

Ten years have passed.

One night, in his sleep, he suddenly felt a splitting headache, almost dying, and when he woke up, a soft and tender horn had grown on his forehead.

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