Qunsen, Shaoling County. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The moon in the sky is as bright as water, the cold light is bright, over the eaves of the bucket arches, sprinkled down the high hall.

There is also a moon in the high hall, and the crescent moon is like a hook, carved in the center of a painting wall, faint and shiny.

One person sat on the temple, leaning on the crescent moon with his back to him, but his chest and abdomen were exposed.

Before the crescent moon, dozens of figures sat on either side, their eyes never taking a moment off the man.

Du Chuan indifferently tossed his old favorite wine glass, and casually threw it next to the wine jug on the long table in front of him.

"Who's going to pour the wine for me?" He asked.

The many figures on the left side of the table rose silently and walked forward, their figures scattered and swaying in the crescent moon's glow, but their footsteps were surprisingly consistent.

The large drooping sleeves of the departers swayed with each other, and the palms in those sleeves resembled each other, slender and smooth, like the blades of swords that were constantly sharpened and polished.

One palm trembled slightly, and all the palms seemed to wake up, groping and coiling, guiding the plain white flames of light that had fallen from those figures that had become trance-like and illusory.

The plain white flame of light fell on the four sides of the silent walking figure, cold as the moon, flying like a flocculent, attracting each other and closing together, gradually forming a ring shape.

Ding――

After a clear sound like a bell chime, the plain white ring shattered and sank into the ground, and then, like an island splitting and the sea gushing up, an immeasurable stream of light overflowed from the ground of the deep high hall.

In an instant, the main hall seemed to float above the ten thousand acres of jade fields, and the jade fields were like mirrors, reflecting Du Chuan and the crescent moon behind him.

The group of figures continued to move forward, the palms in their sleeves slowly slid out, holding the palms of their companions, and the sound of Zhong Qi Huanpei came from nothingness, gradually becoming stronger.

In the music, the reflection of the crescent moon suddenly brightened, turning from a loss to a profit.

The leading figure paused before the reflected full moon, then stepped into it, walking towards the depths of the illusory moon, and the rest of the figures followed, holding hands into the reflected moon ring, and the back image of the crowd dripped a cloud of thick ink on the moon's surface, farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, and finally turned into an imperceptible black spot.

In the main hall, thousands of jade fields turned over and shattered the moon wheel reflected in the center.

Du Chuan's empty cup had an extra round of Haoyue, and there was a faint ink color in the Haoyue.

Whirlpools appeared on the endless lake of plain white light in the hall, the turbulent flow of light fell downward and disappeared, and the moonlight as thick as elixir gushed out from the bottom of Du Chuan's cup.

The essence formed by the condensation of majestic qi and blood penetrated the space and common sense, and poured into Du Chuan's eyebrows.

Rushing came a cup of heavy moonlight that was enough to collapse the mountains.

Three of the sixty-four hands, the moon surges.

Du Chuan stared at the bright moon in the cup.

In the depths of the bright moon, dozens of pairs of old eyes looked at him, as if expecting his answer.

It was the eyes that witnessed the turbulent times such as the Year of Miracles, the Twelve Butterfly Plagues, and the Eradication of Black Temples.

Witness the shattered heads and blood of countless adversaries, and witness the fallen figures and rotten bones of countless comrades.

The only twenty-seven remaining clan elders of the Shaoling Du clan, even Du Chuan, had longed for them when he was young.

They had fought side by side with his father, and they were the brains, courage, and backbone of the Shaoling Du clan...... Not a single child of the Du family, not a single child of the twelve families, is willing to lose these venerable old men.

Du Chuan reached out to cover the rim of the cup and looked away.

But how can a heartbroken man care so much?

He smiled helplessly, raised his hand and tossed the cup of the moon, then tilted his head.

Suddenly the moonlight was like the sea, and the moon surged like a tsunami.

The glass fell downwards and sank into the moon.

It was the fourth month of tonight.

The bright moon in Du Chuan's eyes.

After a long time, Du Chuan put down the wine glass that had been poured out of the moonlight, and those old figures and turbulent ones were hidden in the depths of his eyes, faintly.

"Who's going to toast to me?" The man leaning in front of the moon asked again, and no one stood in the hall, except for the respectfully bowed head.