Wang Mo silently raised his head and looked at the fluttering catkins that were fluttering in this year, just like ten years ago.

Gradually, he seemed to see a ball of catkins glued together, it was two, as if they were foaming at each other, sticking together, slowly floating silently in the endless catkins, no matter how strong the wind was, it couldn't blow them apart.

In my ears, there seemed to be a piano sound wafting from nowhere, and the piano sound revealed a sense of loss, as if there was a woman, in that lonely waiting, only accompanied by the piano sound.

Year after year, year after year.

In a flash, another decade.

Mo Yu died of old age three years ago, and when he left, it was in the winter of that year, he was struggling, wanting to get through that winter, wanting to live a few more months, to see the catkins of the next year.

It's just that his mind can understand heaven and earth, but his body can't change the alternation of life and death, in the winter of that year, when the snowflakes fluttered all over the city, and the entire river of Mocheng formed a thin layer of ice, he looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, as if eternal.

Wang Mo pushed the wooden chair where he was, walking on the streets of Mocheng, Wang Mo, who was close to forty years, was full of stability and vicissitudes, he was wearing a white robe, and silently pushed Mo Yu to walk.

This year's winter, particularly cold, the falling snowflakes, blown by the cold wind, fell on the two of them, early in the morning, the bell of Sushan Temple in the distance rose slowly, in the sound of the knock, can wash people's souls.

"Mo'er, the teacher is leaving... As a teacher, I have no heirs in my life, and your three senior brothers have inherited a lot of truths from me, but you are the only one who is close to my thoughts...

I know that the theory of cause and effect, you have already understood, although it is still hazy, but you will still understand after all, and what you have to pursue is not only cause and effect.

This mansion is for the teacher. Mo Yu's voice was weak, mixed with the wind, and fell into Wang Mo's ears, Wang Mo was silent, and his eyes showed sadness.

Mo Yu has been with him for seventeen years, in the past seventeen years, Wang Mo has grown from a nineteen-year-old young man to a middle-aged man, and with Mo Yu's side, Wang Mo has learned a lot, learned a lot, and understood a lot.

The snow was very heavy, and under the sound of that bell, it covered the eyes in front of them, covering the heaven and earth, the ink city, and the street where the two Wang Mo were located.

The sound of the creaking wooden chair seems to be faint and imperceptible, only the imprint of the two rows of wheels on the ground, like life, looking back, it is long, you can see the starting point, but it is not closed. But they can't see where the end is.

The snowflakes fell, covering the two lines of imprints on the ground, gradually merging together, and even the starting point could not be seen.

"Send me... Go to Moshan outside the city..."Mo Yu's voice was even weaker, but his eyes were bright, looking at the heavens and the earth, as if he had seen the end of himself.

Wang Mo nodded silently, pushed the wooden chair, and slowly walked forward under the creaking sound, towards the end of Mo Yu.

The snow, getting bigger and bigger, facing the wind, let the snowflakes fall on the face, fall on the hair, let it melt and become cold, into the heart, Wang Mo pushed the wooden chair, walked out of this ancient street, walked out of the city, far away, he saw the hill outside the city.

The mountain is not high, but there is a god.

This god can't see, but he can close his eyes, but he can think of every grass and tree of the mountain in his mind, and he can feel the breath of the mountain in the cold wind, which is enough.

After following the bluestone-paved mountain road to the top, Mo Yu was slowly closing his eyes, he was vaguely, a little unable to support it, but his slightly closed eyes were as bright as seventeen years ago.

The eyes are the window of the heart, and his Mo Yu's body will decay, but his thoughts, the trajectory of his life's existence, will never dissipate because they have appeared.

"Carry me on your back and go... There. Mo Yu's voice became weaker and weaker, Wang Mo walked in front of him, carried Mo Yu behind him, and walked out of the bluestone mountain road in the direction he pointed out, under a white snow, towards the place where no one seemed to go in the mountains, step by step.

At the end of that place, there was a lonely grave, which existed there in the snow, as if waiting for something, as if it had been waiting for decades, until today.

In front of this grave, Mo Yu sat there, looking at the tombstone, his eyes were not tears, but soft.

"I'm coming... You said you wanted to keep looking at me, so I buried you here, so that you could always look at me down the mountain, at home. Mo Yu muttered, touching the tombstone, and the old face gently pressed against the stele, forgetting the coldness on it.

In other words, the coldness of the stele turned into warmth in his heart.

Slowly, he closed his eyes, with a soft smile on his face, and lost his breath...

Mo Yu, return to the ruins.

Wang Mo stood there for a long time, he turned around and looked at the mountain behind him, in this position, he could see Mocheng, and he could see Mo Yu's mansion in Mocheng.

A thick melancholy permeated Wang Mo's heart, he was confused, in this world, he was always thinking about what kind of existence it was.

Whether it is one's past life, one's own reincarnation, or a dream, but no matter which one it is, it is impossible to explain all the phenomena clearly, as if in the virtual and the real, the eternal circle makes people unable to find the beginning and the end, and cannot distinguish between them.

Half a month after the seventeenth year, there was another tomb next to the lonely grave on the ink mountain, and they were no longer lonely.

In the third year after Mo Yu's death, Wang Mo was thirty-nine years old.

His brothers, also many years ago, were picked up by him from Lecheng, but the brothers were used to the life of the small city, and they were very uncomfortable with Mocheng, and after living for a few months, they still returned to their hometown, and lived an ordinary life in that small city.

In the winter when Wang Mo was thirty-nine years old, Wang Mo stood in the courtyard, looked at the snowflakes that were drifting, and received the holy decree of the emperor of the world.

This is the fifth holy decree in the three years after Mo Yu's death.

The content of the five holy decrees is roughly similar, but the rhetoric is more and more gorgeous every time, and what they say is to let Wang Mo go to Kyoto and become an emperor.

In the past 20 years, Wang Mo's name has risen among the scholars of the country, although he has never left Mocheng in these 20 years, but every year the imperial examination scholars will come to visit and listen to the teachings.

All this is related to Mo Yu, but it is also related to Wang Mo himself, in the past 20 years, some high-ranking officials and nobles, some scholars and scholars, under their visits, have been impressed by Wang Mo's words.

As everyone knows, Wang Mo is the inheritance of Mo Yu's great wisdom, especially after Mo Yu's death, which is even more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

It's just that everything is not absolute, and there are still quite a few people who do not recognize the existence of Wang Mo, they believe that Wang Mo is not worthy of being called Great Wisdom, and among them, the emperor of the People's Republic of China is the mainstay.

Such voices were only scattered before Mo Yu's death, but in the three years after Mo Yu's death, they became more and more, higher and higher, and finally became a voice of doubt in the three years when Wang Mo was silent.

Wang Mo didn't pay attention to this kind of thing, he lived a peaceful life and was accompanied by Dafu.

Wang Mo's silence made those who questioned it even more presumptuous, they admitted that Wang Mo was Mo Yu's protégé, but they believed that Wang Mo was a person who sold his reputation and was not worthy of wisdom.

Wang Mo still ignored this, he looked at the sunrise and sunset, the alternation of spring and autumn, comprehended heaven and earth, understood cause and effect, looked for signs of life and death and virtual reality, and pursued the beginning and end of everything.

Although he himself is in a state of confusion, he is constantly experiencing life, and he doesn't want to pay attention to those complicated things, and he doesn't want to prove anything, which has no meaning to him, like children playing and talking about tongues.

It's just that the more silent he is, the higher the cry, and the more deadly is that among the other three protégés of Mo Yu, except for the invigilator back then, he is already terminally ill, but the other two have all stood up and questioned Wang Mo.

As a result, the scholars of the People's Imperial Kingdom were in chaos, and even affected the ordinary people, and the disturbing voices were like a storm that swept across the People's Imperial Kingdom.

Some people even found out the examination papers of Wang Mo's scientific examination of Xiucai 20 years ago, and in the midst of the criticism, in the name of Wang Mo is just a Xiucai, arrogant accusations are raging.

Under such chaotic calls, the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth times of Kyoto's holy decree came like snowflakes, pointing directly at Wang Mo.

Even more excessively, it affected Wang Mo's brothers, his brothers could have lived a peaceful life and were admired, but now, under this constant cry, even the husband in the mountain village didn't know about it for some reason, and when it spread, the fingers in the small city made Wang Mo's brothers feel angry.

Wang Mo's brother has been doing rough work for many years, and he is no longer young, so under this anger, Wang Mo's brother fell ill.

In the winter of this year, Wang Mo stood in the courtyard, holding a letter from his family, which was written by his fourth brother and sent by the client.

In the letter to the family, Wang Mo and his brother were told that it was okay.

Looking at the letter over and over again, Wang Mo's calm eyes slowly showed a trace of anger.

"Somewhat excessively. Wang Mo folded the family letter, put it in his arms, looked at the falling snowflakes, and slowly spoke.

He had no intention of proving anything, no matter how high the voice of the human emperor was, it would not let him fluctuate at all, the word wisdom was a false name, and he didn't care.

He is like an old man, he just wants to slowly comprehend the world.

But there is a degree to everything, Wang Mo's bottom line is his family, the anger of his family, the pain of his family, and the sadness of his family are his Wang Mo's anger, his Wang Mo's pain, and his Wang Mo's sadness.

"Dafu, arrange it, I will give a lecture for ten years, and within ten years from today, people from all over the world will come to Mocheng to discuss with me. But if anyone asks himself that he is above me, he will take this house out of my hand. Wang Mo flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Behind him, the already old Dafu, still the same as twenty years ago, his expression was excited, he was also angry in the past three years, those who respected him in the past not only gradually alienated him, but also appeared with cold words.