Nanshan, Zhou Zhihuan's cave house.

"Is Mo boy buried in the snow halfway? Why haven't you come yet!"

An old man with an angry face sat upright on a wooden chair. Dressed in a Confucian robe, with a long beard and a stiff face. Holding the tea bowl in his left hand and sweeping the lid in his right hand, no matter how you look at it, he is a serious old pedant.

Zhou Zhihuan sat leisurely on the side, his face expressionless, and his slender right finger pressed a sunspot on the chessboard.

This old man came from Lingxia Academy, and wanted to take Mo Haoqiong to the Lingxia meeting to participate in the triennial symposium and talk about the scriptures and Taoism with scholars all over the world.

The old man had been here nine years ago, and had been here every three years since. In the past, Song Moyan always used Mo Haoqiong as a reason that he was still young, but now Mo Haoqiong is eighteen years old, and those of this age under the mountain have already married and had children, and in the eyes of the old man, they are already considered adults.

"Why haven't you come yet? Alas, I'm really anxious old man! This Taoist discussion meeting is about to start, and there really is no time to delay!"

"Then I wonder when this conference will start?"

"Winter Solstice!"

In the cave, on the chess table, there was a moment of embarrassment.

“...... Isn't that a few months away?"

The old man grabbed a white piece and hesitated, "But Brother Zhou, you have to think about the time it takes to hurry." In Zezhou, at the end of the southwest, it will take five months to reach the capital of Shenzhou, to say the least! If you still encounter any trouble on the road, it will be even more difficult to say. ”

"Then how did Brother An have the leisure to come to this remote Sword Valley to find Senior Brother Mo. ”

An Fengyun thought left and right, this white man really didn't know how to fall. "Hmm...... No, no, no, it is the duty of the old man to find this scholar to discuss with the world. Besides, reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, it is not a waste of time to spend these months rushing here, and the customs and natural principles on the road are of great benefit to the old man. ”

"Brother An's high-mindedness, I can't do it. Zhou Zhihuan smiled and arched his hand.

"Miu Zan, Miu Zan. Brother Zhou is not only successful in swordsmanship, but his chess skills have also improved over the years, and if he plays against Brother Xiang at this time, it will not be bad at all. ”

An Fengyun admitted that he smiled bitterly and stopped Bai Zi back into the chess cup, grabbed the long sleeves with his left hand, stretched out his right hand and pointed to the stone-carved chessboard, and commented repeatedly on the troubled chess pieces.

"Brother Zhou's sunspot fall is very stable. Although it is not a heavy killing, it can completely defend one side on its own, and it is as powerful as a mountain and difficult to break. If my Baizi attacks, Brother Zhou will be able to wait for work, and if I don't fight with Baizi, Brother Zhou can approach step by step and determine the overall situation. ”

"Although Brother Zhou's chess skills are good at guarding, he is prone to dangerous chess, crisp and neat, and he also has the taste of taking the sword side of the sword even though the general trend is stable. However, Brother Zhou thought carefully and took every step of the way, and the dangerous move was said to be dangerous, and it may also be within Brother Zhou's strategy. ”

"The old man's chess strategy was initially distributed with weak sparks, but the posture behind him could be set on fire. Although Brother Zhou guards, he can keep the taste, if the mountains press the tough grass, thick and strong, and the dangerous chess is fast, fast and effective. Not bad, not bad. ”

An Fengyun laughed.

Zhou Zhihuan was silent for a few breaths, and sighed leisurely: "I am not the Zhou Zhihuan of the year." ”

"But I'm still the same as I was back then!"

"I'm sorry. ”

Zhou Zhihuan got up, his expression gradually indifferent.

"Brother An still has the world in mind as he did back then, but I, Zhou Zhihuan, are no longer able to do that dirty dispute. ”

"What is filth? Brother Zhou's strategy is not inferior to that of the past!"

"I'm now the Sword Valley Sword Sect Sect Sect Leader Zhou Zhihuan! Don't mention those old things to me again!"

Zhou Zhihuan took a deep breath and calmed down slightly.

"In my opinion, Senior Brother Mo has no intention of coming here to find you. If Brother An wants to find Senior Brother Mo, he can go directly to Xishan, and there is no need to stay in this Nanshan for more. ”

"Brother Zhou......"

An Fengyun seemed to want to say something, a thousand words turned into a sigh, picked up a white child, fell, and got up.

An Litu's thin body slowly swept past Zhou Zhihuan, who was still a teenager.

"Well, take your leave. ”

An Li is out of the hole.

The back is gone, and the wind and snow are oppressing.

Zhou Zhihuan closed his eyes, and the cold in his heart was washing away the fluctuations in his heart.

"Hoo ......"

His eyes looked at the chessboard.

Just landed a white child, it is really a stroke of genius.

The white seeds burned the plains and burned the sky, wrapping the sunspots layer by layer.

Zhou Zhihuan chuckled.

"Brother An......

Now, you can be alone in the world, why do you need me to make trouble. ”

West Mountain, halfway up the mountain.

The scorching sun was overhead, but the snow did not melt for half a minute, and the snow was still fluttering.

Mo Haoqiong slowly picked up a piece of firewood, stuffed it into the flame, and stirred it in without hurry.

The soup is almost cooked, and the fragrance of the yam escapes.

An Fengyun sat behind him, without putting on any elder stands, but just asked very lightly.

"Really, don't you want to go. ”

Mo Haoqiong didn't answer him, just fiddling with the stove by himself.

The fire is blazing inside, and the warm light of the fire can suppress the sky and avoid the inevitable wind and snow.

"The people there are all readers. There is no oppression, no contempt, only the purest love and pursuit of poetry and prose......"

"You said it. "Mo Haoqiong said weakly.

An Fengyun lowered his head, and the hands on his knees slowly clenched.

"But why are you willing to go out with those people on the first day of next month?"

"What did they tell you?"

"If they don't want to say anything, I can't find it. ”

Mo Haoqiong skillfully scooped up a bowl of hot soup and picked up a pair of chopsticks, which seemed to be placed in front of An Fengyun without any inappropriateness.

"The old-timers must be tired too. Let's start with a bowl of soup. ”

The soup is quite clear, and it is simple yam boiled corn. The yam is slightly exposed in the soup, and the corn is warm as jade in the soup. Chopsticks are ordinary wooden chopsticks.

"Thank you. ”

An Fengyun raised the porcelain bowl and sniffed the fragrance of the clear soup.

Mo Haoqiong blew lightly on his porcelain bowl and began to eat slowly.

"Senior An, in fact, I don't plan to go to the invitation of Zhang Jianyun. Although I often go down the mountain, and the nearby villages have also settled, but I almost lost my life in the Tiger Fu Villa a few days ago, and I no longer plan to take half a step away from Sword Valley. ”

"Ah, why? Even so, the gentleman said that the horse is hard to chase. ”

"I'm not a gentleman. ”

An Fengyun looked down at the soup bowl in his room. It's clear, but there are shredded yams floating in the soup, which has a hazy meaning.

"Gentleman...... Neither am I. ”

"Mr. An traveled thousands of miles to find him, and he can be described as a true gentleman. Mo Haoqiong chuckled.

"If you are a true gentleman, you will not always want to force you to go. An Fengyun laughed at himself.

"Then how do you force it?"

Mo Haoqiong's tone remained unchanged, as if he was asking an extremely ordinary question.

"I don't know if you want to know your background?"

An Fengyun had expected countless times that Mo Haoqiong's anger would be eager after he said this, but he never thought that Mo Haoqiong would be like this.

No waves.

Mo Haoqiong swallowed a mouthful of yam and exhaled a breath of hot air.

"I don't want to know. ”

"But you ......"

"I don't want to know!"

Mo Haoqiong's voice was angry for the first time.

An Fengyun was stunned.

Mo Haoqiong seemed to realize that he was rude, and got up and spooned another bowl of warm soup into the bowl. Sit down again, and your face will return to the ancient well without waves.

"I'm not what the rivers and lakes call anything. I'm just a child that Senior Sister Song picked up.

I just want to be able to eat and drink, read and write, and pass on the Yizong.

As for leading them, I would have said no on the day I was about to leave. ”

An Fengyun couldn't help but ask, "Then why didn't you reject them when you were down the mountain?"

"I refused. I wanted them to go, and then we didn't go. ”

"Why don't you say no more explicitly?"

Mo Haoqiong bowed his head.

"I don't know. ”

"Then why don't you want to go?"

"It's too far. It's too far from Sword Valley. ”

Mo Haoqiong's reason is extremely ridiculous for the world, but for himself, it is reasonable.

The cold wind is coming in again.

The fire, which had not been refilled, was nearly extinguished.

The soup is cold.

Mo Haoqiong slowly got up. He pointed to An Fengyun's forehead, and then to his own.

"What I think here is too far away.

Elder An has great ambitions, but I'm just thinking about how to do it.

I don't know if Mr. An has ever had a day when he was confused about the next meal. Can there be a day when you hold a three-piece copper coin and think about it in front of the bun shop. ”

Mo Haoqiong covered the soup lid.

"Ann seniors. We will not send it far. ”