Heaven and earth walk together to give birth to the world, and there are people in the world who write stories.

Zhang Xun first visited Mo Sheng on the fourth day after he entered the city, this day was the nineteenth day of the first month, and there were a few scattered lanterns of the Shangyuan Festival, hanging in the half-dark night, and the silver platform in the sky was far away, reflected on the bluestone street, quite elegant.

Although the wind and rain are coming in Suiyang City, the people still don't know the inside story, they only know that the whole city is noisy, all kinds of craftsmen come and go, and the joy of the Shangyuan Festival, which is very urgent and lively than usual. Zhang Xun has been in the city for four days, every day is busy with various things, today during the day, he went to check the settlement of the people in the inner city, breakfast let the concubine specially prepare a lot, hard to eat, brought some dry food and water, put on armor, and Xu Taishou made an appointment to go to the inner city, check the situation of the people in the city, and was busy until the evening before stepping on the snow and returning. As for Mo Sheng, Xu Yuan deliberately mentioned to Zhang Xun on the evening of the second day, Zhang Xun was familiar with poetry and books, and he also knew some about the Mo family theory.

Back to the barracks residence, Zhang Xun ate the dinner prepared by the concubine's room, and instructed the concubine's room to make a few good side dishes, after eating and drinking, he specially freshened up, he according to the address he asked for during the day, carried a three-layer lacquerware food box, packed the side dishes and carried a pot of wine, lit a night patrol yarn lamp, and walked alone towards Mosheng's residence. At that time, Emperor Zhaolie invited Wuhou to go out of the mountain to divide the world, and he stepped on the snow tonight to visit Xian, hoping to gain something.

There was a snowfall a few days ago, Suiyang City was wrapped in a layer of cotton, Xu Yuan ordered people to sweep the snow on the main road to the corners of the walls on both sides, and the people did the same, and also swept the doors of the lanes. The slender moon bend emitted a cold shimmer, reflecting on the white ice and snow, becoming more and more deserted.

Mo Sheng's residence is easy to find, and it is very recognizable, and Zhang Xun saw it from afar. Because no matter how bad your eyesight is, you will always be in a pile of high-walled compounds, attracted by the low and dilapidated thatched huts. Yes, Mo Sheng lived in a thatched hut that leaked on all sides, and the snow spilled through half of the collapsed roof and sprinkled half of the ground, and the other half of the snow was Mo Sheng's living room.

A broken table, a broken stool, a basket of broken books, a broken sword, a broken armor, a broken urn, a pile of broken bedding, and a broken manger covered with thick hay, this is Mosheng's house, which is clear at a glance.

After all, the rotten house is easy to find, and the rotten table is easy to match, but the small objects that are really to be used, in the Xu family, which has been luxurious for a hundred years, it still takes a lot of effort to find a tea bowl lamp that can match the dilapidated style of the thatched house. Mo Sheng was not so particular, and after moving in, he picked out a few necessities, and the other things were brought back to the Xu family by the sergeant. At this time, Mo Sheng was sitting on a broken stool reading, there was a blue book bound in thread on the broken table, he held a slender strip of black foreign object in his right hand, listened to the footsteps outside, raised his head and looked in the direction of the road.

Zhang Xun knows the Mo family, after all, the dispute between Confucianism and Mo is an unavoidable topic, although he himself can't know much about some of the rules of the Mo family, but he has also heard a little, plus Xu Yuan's advice when he came, he still has a lot of respect for this Mo Sheng who abides by the ancestral teachings.

Mo Zhai, the ancestor of the Mo family, is a great saint, and there is naturally no one who can be ranked among the "top ten heroes in the world". However, the sage was also dissatisfied, although Mozi was knowledgeable, angry, and admired by all the people, but some of his requirements, for scholars of other schools, are a bit unbelievable and inexplicable, some of them secretly call this a kind of eccentricity, saying that they are ink masters are pretentious, eye-catching.

"Take Qiu Brown as a garment, take trampling as a garment, day and night, and take self-suffering as the extreme!"

Although Mozi himself was from an aristocratic background, he was sympathetic to the hard work of the common people, and after completing his studies, he was mostly active in the lower class of poor peasants and handicrafts, and the extravagance and extravagance of the upper class society at that time prevailed.

The Venerable Master does send people to the upper people, and the lower people are reluctant to be the lower people.

Mozi felt that the people should not work hard for the poverty and luxury of the aristocratic class all their lives, and even several lives and dozens of generations of people were ruthlessly exploited, so he put forward the idea of thrift, they Mozi regarded their own hardship as a code of conduct, and used sheepskin and coarse cloth to make clothes, and wooden shoes and straw sandals as clothing, as for the residence, it can be done "to resist the wind and cold, to resist the rain and snow, and to distinguish between men and women", sleeping in the manger has become a subtle rule, and he expects to influence those "masters" through this behavior and reduce unnecessary waste. Through round-the-clock operations, the wealth of the country and the people is increased. But the original intention was good, but the effect was very little, after all, people who are used to eating flesh and blood can't swallow the chaff, after all, not everyone's code of conduct has the style of a gentleman.

Zhang Xun watched Mo Sheng sitting in the dilapidated house, wearing the "Silk Clothes" of their Confucian "gentlemen do not decorate with Confucianism", and began to have a headache, knowing that the dispute between Confucianism and Mo was fierce, and he couldn't imagine that even the most ordinary clothes were so-for-tat.

Suiyang City after the snow is bitterly cold, Zhang Xun is a scholar, he used to only know that the rain and snow were a kind of emotion when he was studying, but today, he understands that the rain and snow are really a feeling. He was wearing a thick cotton coat with bright armor on the outside, although he was born as a literati, but his years of sword and soldier career had tempered him into a spear, although thin, but also imposing like a rainbow, the wind and cold did not invade.

Mo Sheng guessed that the person who came was Zhang Xun Zhang County, who had been boiling recently, he put down the carbon bar in his hand, stood up, moved his legs and feet, which were a little frozen, and walked to the gate of the courtyard.

Inside and outside the half-collapsed courtyard gate, inside is Mo Sheng in tattered clothes, and outside is Zhang Xun in fresh clothes and angry horses. Zhang Xun looked at this mysterious Mo Sheng, although this person was not well-dressed, but his face was handsome, his complexion was heavy, his eyebrows were dark and strong, like two mountains, standing on an angular face, tall, broad chest, his right shoulder was slightly higher than his left, and at first glance it was a physical anomaly caused by the perennial bow and sword dance.

Mo Sheng also looked at this famous Zhang Xun, more than half a hundred years old, more than seven feet long, the body is not very thick, holding a gauze lamp in his left hand, a food box in his right hand, a sword at his waist, wearing armor, good appearance, long beard and beautiful hair, three percent of the killing qi, seven points of elegant qi, although he has reached the age of the mandate of heaven, but a pair of eyes are shining, the eye sockets are deep and slightly puffy, although Mo Sheng is not proficient in the art of physiognomy, but looking at his appearance, he knows that this person is extraordinary, not a layman.

The two stood opposite each other, both secretly praised each other's looks, and couldn't help but be more cautious in their hearts, Zhang Xun put down the things in his hand, Mo Sheng also straightened his clothes, his eyes were facing each other, and at the same time he bowed his hands and shook them to the ground, one called "Lord Zhang", the other called "Mr. Mo", and his tone was very pious. After the salute, Mo Sheng stepped forward to greet him, although he knew the purpose of Zhang Xun's trip, and also understood that Confucianism and Mo were fighting, but at this time, both of them were defending the city, and normal interpersonal contacts were still well understood.

Mo Sheng welcomed Zhang Xun to his hut, Zhang Xun looked around, and saw that this was no longer just a simple residence, and the "rules" flaunted by the Mo family were redefined, although there was a lack of stubbornness, but it was also commendable.

The embarrassing situation soon came, Mosheng's bedroom only has a table and a stool, which he uses by himself on weekdays, and most of the people who come to visit will not stay for a long time, they are all pampered and accustomed to big people, when they come to a place like Mosheng, they naturally don't want to suffer more hardships after finishing things, after all, normal people who want to suffer from the cold for no reason, it is not beautiful to stay in the charcoal fire in this cold winter, not to mention this transparent ice cellar on all sides, the cold wind that draws cold is genuine, it is really difficult to endure tight.

In the current situation, Zhang Xun came with a food box, Mo Sheng could see at a glance that Zhang Xun was ready for a long talk, although it would not be all night, but it would certainly not be too short, and his only stool was stretched, and it became a very embarrassing situation who should sit on it.

Zhang Xun is a transparent person, he saw through Mo Sheng's embarrassment, and he didn't pay attention to it, he brought the food box to the table, removed the sword at his waist, gathered a pile of hay on the ground, and sat on the ground. Mo Sheng was stunned by Zhang Xun's actions, he couldn't imagine that this Zhang Xun was not an ordinary Confucian student, he didn't have an official style, whether he was sincere or fake, he could resolve the embarrassment between the two while talking and laughing, and inadvertently brought the relationship closer to each other, he was a rare wonderful person.

Mo Sheng learned from Zhang Xun's appearance, and also sat on the ground, but the two people sitting on the broken table are now a little too high, sitting on the ground with their heads as high as the table, it seems that the two of them are destined to be unable to talk to the table tonight. Zhang Xun is very casual, Mo Sheng is no longer exquisite, the guests are as they please, the guests are so bohemian, and it is a bit unreasonable to twist and pinch his posture again. The two coincidentally were like those hermit masters in the late Han Dynasty and early Jin Dynasty, using the sky as the top to make a bed on the ground, staggering, and talking for a long time, which was also very freehand.

It's just that Zhang Xun looked at the small dishes and wine he brought with him, and he had a slight headache. There are a total of six kinds of dim sum side dishes in the food box, all of which are suitable for slow drinking, and they are served on a white porcelain plate, which is very attractive and colorful. It's just that the conditions on Mo Sheng's side are limited, and the table can't reach it, and now it's on the ground like this, it's a pity, he spoiled such a good thing, and lived up to the general hard work of his concubine, no matter how thoughtful he was, he would never have thought that Mo Sheng's house didn't even have a stool for guests to sit on. Mo Sheng looked at these delicate side dishes, and then looked at his own table, and suddenly his heart moved, and he confessed to Zhang Xun, asking Zhang Xun to wait for a while.

I saw Mo Sheng stand up, he put away the lamps and books on the broken table, grabbed the table legs with both hands, lifted the table and walked to the courtyard a little farther away. Zhang Xun was still differentiating Mo Sheng's actions, and he saw Mo Sheng's secret luck with a breath of true qi, holding the table with his left hand and stopping in the air in front of his chest, his right hand spread, his five fingers were put together into a knife, his arm was raised, and his wrist turned half a circle, and he slashed towards the table leg.

After a while, the four arm-thick table legs were cut off by Mo Sheng with a meat palm under Zhang Xun's gaze, the cutting surface was smooth, like a kitchen knife cutting tofu, Mo Sheng's right palm was like a real magic weapon, one was a meat palm, and the other was an elm table leg, which was also incredible. The four table legs were cut off in three or two clicks, a shabby but sturdy hardwood square table, which was half a cut short in an instant, just the right height, Mo Sheng had already carried the broken table back to the inner room, and Zhang Xun was still dumbfounded.

Zhang Xun is a scholar, although those who can read are generally quite well-off, but after all, those who can read and start a book may not be able to practice martial arts, and those who can afford to ask a master to learn to start their fists and feet must be quite a solid family. Although Zhang Xun's ancestral home is the Zhang family in Hedong, there are also some industries, but his father was persecuted, the family fled to Dengzhou, and the industry dissipated seven or eight, to the time he was born, there was only some money and grain, and the livelihood was worry-free, but then to ask the martial artist to teach the fists and feet, first, there was no such capital, and secondly, the time was still short, and the power of the sect in the area was not clear, so there was no plan. Zhang Xun himself is also a good reader of military books every day, and in addition to his homework, he practiced some ordinary boxing techniques according to the book's boxing book.

Mosheng is different from Zhang Xun, because he was born in Momen, he has been reading good books since he was a child, and he has a good teacher for practicing martial arts. The Mohists have learned a wide range of things, such as astronomy and geography, astrological mathematics, mechanical equipment, fists and feet, internal qi exhalation, medical danfu and so on. Mo Sheng has been yearning for those Mo family chivalrous people who walk the world since he was a child, firstly, he thinks that they are very chic in hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and secondly, he is also looking forward to learning and succeeding, so that he can go to the outside world of flowers and flowers. Although he is hidden in the door, he has no worries about food and clothing, but in the end there are still some constraints, Mo Sheng's wish since childhood is to study hard, practice martial arts hard, grow up early, walk the rivers and lakes, and expand the Mo family. It's only when I reach middle age and wander for half my life that I feel how ridiculous it is to look forward to growing up when I was a child.

Mo Sheng's kung fu is excellent, at least Zhang Xun thinks so, splitting hardwood with his hands, being in a cold room without getting hurt, these are things that he Zhang Xun can never do, those generals he knows, whether it is Nan Jiyun or Lei Wanchun, although he doesn't know which of them is stronger, but it doesn't prevent him from respecting these people. What people are good at, what I am short of, should be respected.

Mo Sheng returned to the inner room, put the table in his hand in front of Zhang Xun, picked up the oil lamp and set it up, picked up the side dishes on the ground, and placed them neatly. Zhang Xun understood Mo Sheng's intentions, laughed, and praised sincerely: "Mr. Mo is so handsome, so exquisite!" After speaking, he stretched out his hand and took out a wine jug with a big belly and a long neck from the bottom of the food box, two silver wine bottles with three legs under them, cylindrical, straight arms with lids, deep abdomen, and animal rank ringed ears, which looked very precious. Mo Sheng politely dealt with where and where, the two of them were talking politely, and at the same time put these things away, Zhang Xun expected that Mo Sheng didn't even have a stool here, and there was no charcoal stove for warm wine.

The wine brought by Zhang Xun is the best sake, crystal clear, no green, and you can see that it is a treasure at a glance. There are generally two kinds of men in the Tang Dynasty, one is fond of drinking, and the other is very fond of drinking. There are many people who are noble and low, and wine is also born because of the people who drink it.

Mosheng is a good wine, and has drunk many, many wines. After decades of rolling rivers and lakes, he has drunk the palace tribute wine of the Western Regions, sipped the amber tarmegranate wine that touches people's hearts just because of its color, tasted the clear and transparent sake that does not change for thousands of dollars, drunk the rice wine brewed and sold by the squires and wealthy households, and poured the coarse and slightly cheaper yellow and green wine, as for the worse old turbid wine, he also drank it. All the civil ministers, military generals, and literati in the Tang Dynasty are not good at drinking. Li Longji, the co-owner of the world, Yang Yuhuan, who lost his color in the six palaces, Zhang Wenwen, who was admired by thousands of people, Wang Zhonghe, who reached the top of the world in martial arts, Li Linfu, the honey-bellied sword, and Pei Min, the sage of swordsmanship, all preferred the things in the cup. Whether it is the arrogant Li Taibai or the depressed Du Zimei, or the Wang Wei who is loved by thousands of people, these poetry authors who represent the façade of the Tang Dynasty readers are even more addicted to alcohol, you can't write more articles and poems, you can read and write more, but if you can't drink, then you may really not be good.

Zhang Xun, as a scholar, naturally wants to drink, not to mention that he is going to visit Mo Sheng tonight, the best communication between men is to drink, two people who have never been in their lives, often only use a glass of wine, they can exchange for a fateful friendship, of course, this kind of unreasonable emotion is really inexplicable in the eyes of women. The wine brought by Zhang Xun is a high-grade sake that many people are afraid of, and it is worth 10,000 dollars depending on the appearance. With Zhang Xun's family background, he naturally can't get such a valuable wine, and now it is a troubled time, and it is even more difficult to find a price without a market, this wine is also Xu Yuan's thoughtfulness, knowing that Mosheng is good to drink, and specially selected it from his private collection at home, so that Zhang Xun can borrow wine as a gift and alleviate possible conflicts with Mosheng. After all, if you don't look at the Confucian noodles and look at the wine noodles, the situation will not be too embarrassing.

The wine has been put into the bottle, but it can't be heated, it is slightly not beautiful, Zhang Xun is still talking with Mo Sheng about family life, from shallow to deep, slowly penetrating, and the masters have to think carefully. Zhang Xun didn't want to deliberately detour and not show his intentions, after all, the two met for the first time, and the other party's foundation was not very transparent, and defending the city was very important, so he couldn't be sloppy. Mo Sheng is also cautious, although Zhang Xun is famous, intelligence shows that he can resist the rebels with thousands of men and horses for more than 40,000 months, and can still achieve a lot of gains, but after all, it is only the intelligence collected by the people below, and he has not experienced the scene.

After three rounds of wine, the mellow fragrance was overflowing, and Zhang Xun's slightly stiff body was also enlivened by the comfort of the wine. Mo Sheng is a person who practices qi, he is not afraid of wind and cold, the dishes on the plate are delicious, the elixir in the cup is moisturized, and the two of them are also people with a heart for the city, they talk extraordinary, respect each other, and talk very happily.

"I heard that when Lord Zhang was guarding Yongqiu, he was full of scheming, connecting the virtual and the real, and he couldn't fight the fox tide before and after, and played more than 40,000 people on the other side with thousands of people. This time, Suiyang has to meet the help of adults, and it is foolproof to think that Mosheng will make this trip, I am afraid that it will be too much, and the snake will be added! ”

Mo Sheng finally couldn't sit still and shot the first arrow of the confrontation between the two. Zhang Xun put down the silver cup in his hand, restrained his smile, looked at Mo Sheng who was sitting opposite, slowly stood up, shook his hands, and bowed to Mo Sheng:

"Please help me!"

Mo Sheng was taken aback, he was just a tentative remark, but he didn't expect Zhang Xun's reaction to be so big that he actually gave himself a big gift. He hurriedly got up, turned sideways to avoid this unbearable gift, and also folded his hands, and said in his mouth as he returned the salute:

"Lord Zhang harmed me!"

The two pushed and shoved for a long time, and then they sat down again, with serious expressions, Zhang Xun and Mo Sheng both knew that it was time to cut to the chase, and the confrontation between the two tonight officially began.

The sky began to fall sporadic snowflakes, one by one, slowly covering the road they came, and the two people sitting opposite each other slowly uncovered their armor at this time, revealing their sincerity.

The bleak twilight wind, the fluttering through the snow.