At this moment, the sky was getting dark, Wang Mo looked at the main peak, although the familiar feeling always existed, but it seemed that something was missing, after a long time, he shook his head with a long sigh, and was about to speak.

Suddenly, a roar came from the main peak, but I saw a black figure appear in the mist at the top of the peak, and in one step, he walked towards Wang Mo and Hui Soul Ancestor.

"Senior brother, who is this person?" The voice with vicissitudes of life came, and the black shadow approached, he was also a middle-aged man, and his eyes swept over Wang Mo.

"Mu Guang, this person is a wise man invited for my brother, you are at the moment of merging with the Banner Spirit, don't be distracted, go to retreat quickly. Hui Soul Ancestor's eyes showed relief, and he slowly spoke.

Li Muguang smiled slightly, Wang Mo was just a mortal in his opinion, although he glanced at it, he didn't remember it at all, turned around and took a step forward, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Although he is like this, Wang Mo was the moment he saw Li Muguang, his mind suddenly roared, and he faintly seemed to remember something, the whole person was shocked, looking at Li Muguang's departing figure, and a complex color appeared in his eyes unconsciously.

At this moment, a flying bird flew in the sky of this Wanlumen Mountain Gate, and whirled around in that roar.

"Wanlumen, hundreds of years later, on the same day that you sit down and die, there will be a person who will come here, and he will be your Wanlumen's road to heaven!"

Wang Mo muttered, looking at Li Muguang's back, the complexity in his eyes became even more complicated.

Hui Soul Ancestor's body was shocked, he looked at Wang Mo for a long time, and bowed with his fists. He didn't fully believe it, but he kept it in his heart, and he never talked about it with Li Muguang in his life, but one day hundreds of years later, he felt that the time limit was approaching, and when he was dying, the words of the wise man who made him unforgettable hundreds of years ago appeared in his mind.

As he lay dying, he recalled the words of the unknown wise man hundreds of years ago, and those words seemed to become eternal, lingering in his heart, until the moment when his eyes were closed, until the moment when his body was cut off and he threw himself into the soul banner and became the main soul within him.

His immortal consciousness exuded the last diffusion of life, spreading towards the Wanluo Gate, and it was at this moment that he saw a person who came here from a distance at this time, blending in with the crowd of people who wanted to worship the Wanluo Gate, a very ordinary person.

The moment he saw this person, the immortal consciousness of the Hui Soul Ancestor rippled unimaginablely, and he was shocked and shocked to find that that person was actually the wise man he had asked hundreds of years ago!!

With confusion and an unthinkable guess, his immortal consciousness dissipated, and his immortal spirit became the soul of a billion flags...

Wang Mo was sent back to the county seat, standing next to the big tree outside the examination room, in front of him, Dafu was still asleep, and everything before seemed to be just a dream.

"Cause and effect... I kind of understand..."Wang Mo looked at the sky, he saw the bird again, and the bird slowly disappeared into the clouds in the whirlpool.

Pushed Dafuku awake, in Daifuku's sleepy eyes, the two returned to the inn, the bright moon was in the sky, fell on the ground, and reflected the figures of the two, pulling it very long.

In the anxious waiting of those scholars, this day is coming, and those who can be on the list will have a reputation for showing their talents.

This fame is to go to Mocheng, the qualification to participate in the imperial examination in Mocheng, after this qualification, you have the opportunity to soar, once you become a lifter, you can go to the Kyoto of the imperial country of that person, to carry out the last battle!

Even if you are talented and have won the appreciation of the great wisdom of Mocheng, you will be famous all over the world, if you can worship the door of great wisdom and become its protégé, then the glory will be indescribable!

This is for all students. An almost coveted craving.

In the entire county, among the unmath students, there are less than fifty people who can get the fame of Xiucai, and Wang Mo's name, although it is not the best, is among these dozens of people.

When he saw his name, Wang Mo didn't have that feeling of excitement, he took a look at it very calmly, and then with a happy and even more proud Dafu, he took the road guide post to the county yamen to verify his identity, took the certificate of obtaining the fame of Xiucai and the reward silver tael issued by the imperial court, and left far away.

What made Daifuku excited was not that Wang Mo had become a showman, but that he had become a silver tael.

The things he has experienced in just over a month have invisibly changed Wang Mo, or rather, he should have been like this, the dreams of every night have always existed, and gradually Wang Mo has adapted to it.

His mentality has changed, and he no longer has that kind of idea of gain and loss, and he is no longer as hesitant as he was at the earliest, worrying about his loss after falling off the list.

Still... Misses remain.

Everything is nothing, only the heart is the same, the heart is like still water, the ancient well is not wavering, just like the artistic conception of seeing the mountain is a mountain, looking at the mountain is not a mountain, and looking at the mountain is still a mountain, Wang Mo has not even discovered it himself in just over a month, and has changed too much.

The breath of a generation of great wisdom gradually rose on his body, and even among countless scholars and students, his straight spine and calm gaze were like pearls, proudly independent.

For immortals, they look at all immortals coldly, for mortals, they are also heroes!

"Life is like a dream, this dream, I don't want to wake up. Wang Mo took Dafu and carried a bamboo bookbox, and dozens of people in the county cheered and celebrated, and left the county seat in the gloom and sadness of more people.

As he came, he left calmly and calmly.

Dafu followed behind Wang Mo, constantly calculating the silver taels, muttering a few words from time to time, revealing a heartache.

"Dafu, go buy wine!" Next to the gate of the county seat, Wang Mo paused, his eyes fell on the wine stall not far away, he suddenly wanted to drink, although he was drunk after two glasses.

"There's very little silver, and you still have to drink!!" Na Dafu rolled his eyelids, grabbed the shirt on his chest with his right hand, and shook his head vigorously.

"What's this bit of silver, the daughter is gone, come back, go buy wine!" Wang Mo smiled on his face and pushed a handful of great blessings.

Daifuku sighed in a long and struggling struggle, reluctantly came to the wine stall, and in a bargaining that made Wang Mo stunned, and even played a scoundrel, in the end, the wine seller smiled bitterly and sold two pots of wine to Daifuku at a very low price.

Despite this, the great fortune that took out the silver was still heartbroken, and even his expression was distorted, and he muttered in his mouth.

"Mine, mine, it's mine!"

Wang Mo smiled dumbly, took the wine jug, took a big sip, let the wine flow down the corners of his mouth, and walked out of the county with a long smile.

At this moment, it was noon, under the scorching sun, the two of them walked farther and farther, and on Wang Mo's back, it seemed that the atmosphere of loneliness and loneliness had dissipated a lot, and was replaced by a free and uninhibited atmosphere.

"Childe, where are we going?" In the distance, in the sky and earth, there was the voice of Daifuku.

"Mocheng, I heard that the flower wine there is good, I'm going there, waiting for someone to come. Wang Mo took another sip of wine, simply spread his hair in a bundle, and laughter echoed.

Mocheng, five hundred miles away on the south side of Kyoto in the mortal world, this city is very large, and several silver dragon streams meander through this city, making this Mocheng full of the meaning of a water town.

Those silver dragon streams, there are painting boats on them all the year round, singing and dancing day and night, quite lively, talented people chanting poems, beautiful women dancing, and more music and strings are permeated, so that the whole ink city is shrouded in this piece of crimson.

There are talented people who have beautiful women, and the beautiful women are equally famous, as well as the large and small liquor shops that sell flower liquor in Mocheng, and the flower liquor in Mocheng is very famous, and it is said that even the dignitaries and nobles of Kyoto often send people to Mocheng to buy this flower liquor.

After two months of travel, in a blink of an eye, Wang Mo and Dafu, sitting in a simple carriage, on the official road to Mocheng, while drinking the wine bought on the way, looked outside, and sometimes Wang Mo's drunken laughter was heard.

"Childe, don't drink it, it's too scary for you to drink, it's only been two months, two months, look at how much wine you've drunk, almost all of this silver has been drunk by you!!" Dafuku cried in a voice, revealing the extreme heartache, which came out of the carriage.

"If you want to drink it again, even if we get to Mocheng, we won't have the money to stay, let you drink, let you drink again!"

But his appearance, not only did not disgust Wang Mo, but instead made him seem to be acquainted, which was very cordial.

"It's okay, you're a scholar's butler, if you don't have any money, you can earn some money and come back. Wang Mo laughed with a joke, drank wine, and looked at Dafu, who was sitting on the side with a bitter face.

In the tumbling of Daifuku, at dusk, the light of the setting sun revealed red, but it was not dazzling, but extremely soft, and the carriage was swaying, slowly approaching Mocheng.

Mocheng is very large, and it looks like a majestic city from a distance, but this is only its appearance, and inside, it is like the water and moon in the south of the Yangtze River, which is permeated with graceful meaning.

After paying off the car money, in the struggle of that great fortune, he looked at the little silver left in his hand, and almost cried, and most of the expenses along the way turned into wine and entered Wang Mo's stomach.

Wang Mo's amount of alcohol has also grown unconsciously, and he is no longer the person who got drunk after the two glasses at the beginning.

After getting out of the car, Wang Mo packed his bags, dressed in white, his figure was very elegant, his long hair was scattered, and he was holding a wine jug in his hand.

Walking on the streets of Mocheng, there are many pedestrians here, among which scholars and students account for most of them, and there are many women wearing beautiful clothes, dotting Mocheng.

Although Wang Mo's appearance is ordinary, but the temperament on his body is extremely special, walking on the street, it attracted a lot of eyes, including many women's beautiful eyes, Wang Mo looked as usual, drank wine, and walked forward.

Daifuku followed behind, and in the past two months, he had hardly had a day when his face was not full of bitterness, and he was still sighing at the moment.