Mo Haoqiong opened his eyes in a daze, and it was almost dusk. The first day of enrollment this year is almost over, and Yizong still hasn't gotten anyone.

Rubbing his eyes, he pulled open a bamboo roll in front of him and read slowly with his head down.

The assessment site of the Yi Sect was on a dangerous rock on the halfway point of the West Mountain, Mo Haoqiong didn't understand why the assessment of scholars was set in such a dangerous place, so that the people who were really interested in participating in the Sword Valley Yi Sect were powerless, and those who had the ability to climb up were all going to participate in the assessment of the Sword Sect or the Qi Sect.

The cold wind blew, Mo Haoqiong shivered, and wrapped his plain robe tightly.

The sword valley is full of snow, although it is magnificent, but it is also monotonous. What can be comforted a little is the bamboo roll in his hand.

Time passes, into the night. Mo Haoqiong lit an oil lamp and placed it on the wooden table. The bamboo rolls turned over and over, and they could only slap the mosquitoes in boredom. The rule of Sword Valley is that the three-day organizer who accepts new disciples must not leave the storage location an inch, and the three cases will not change. Even if Yizong knew that no one would accept it for three days, he still couldn't change it. Maybe Mo Haoqiong can leave quietly, no one knows, but he still doesn't want to leave.

It's okay to stay quietly for three days.

The sky in Sword Valley at night is very clear, and the stars and moon are especially bright.

The wind in Sword Valley at night is very strong, and the mountain pass is especially cold.

Wrap your robe tightly, grit your teeth, and hold it on.

Mo Haoqiong didn't have the slightest cultivation, he was really a scholar. At the beginning of the establishment of the Sword Valley, it was divided into three sects, the second sect of the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect were in charge of killing, and the Yi Sect was in charge of things in the valley. Then, because the literati of the Yizong sect did not have the slightest cultivation, it was difficult to control the other two sects, and they gradually declined, and even there was a fault. Today's Sword Valley has evolved to be scattered and united, there are not too many sect rules, but the disciples are relatively pure, both good and bad.

Although the Cold Winter Lingfeng Mental Method of Sword Valley is not very strong, it has the ability that the whole world exercises do not have, that is, to polish the mind. The body blown by the cold wind is also blowing the dirt in your heart.

Because the disciples of Sword Valley are too simple, they suffer very much in the treacherous rivers and lakes, and being contaminated with red dust will make their cultivation regressive, so there are fewer and fewer disciples who wander the rivers and lakes, and Sword Valley is always the last to be revealed in the twelve righteous paths.

From this point of view, Mo Haoqiong himself is the one who has the most people in the Sword Valley. There is no way, my brothers and sisters may eat some old yams and suck some plum nectar, but they still have to eat grains, read poetry and books, and often go to Jingxi Town at the foot of the mountain to buy things. Thinking of this, Mo Haoqiong could only smile bitterly.

The villagers of Jingxi Town do not have the atmosphere of rivers and lakes, and they are quite simple. The sun rises and the sun sets, and you may never leave the town for the rest of your life, and in some ways, Sword Valley and Jingxi Town are quite similar.

A trace of cold wind penetrated the gap in his robe, and the cold Mo Haoqiong's whole body trembled.

"Don't change my heart, don't change my heart......"

Mo Haoqiong whispered tremblingly. I don't know what time it is. Reaching out and picking up the filament, he lay down on the wooden table.

"Don't change my heart, don't change my heart......"

The sun shines in the sky.

When the scorching sun roasted Mo Haoqiong's back a little hot, Mo Haoqiong slowly woke up. Raising his face, a relentless cold wind blew on his face. His precious hair tendons are blown by the wind, his long hair is blowing, and his whole body is in a mess.

Brushing away a few touches of hair that were in the way on his face, he shook his head, wasted a lot of energy, grabbed his long hair, and was entangled for a while.

Suddenly, I saw the red silk rope tied to the bamboo roll.

"Kong Sheng Mo is strange, Kong Sheng Mo is strange......"

A scholar sat halfway up the mountain, squinting and feeling the cold wind. The face is handsome, and the long hair like ink is tied with a simple red thread. It should really be handsome and chic, and graceful. It's just a pity that no one appreciates it.

Pick up a piece of bamboo.

"Yangzhou is more than a thousand miles of spring, and the flowers are shy and gorgeous. ”

Mo Haoqiong pressed it into the snow beside him without hesitation.

Mo Haoqiong had a whim, it was better to make a bamboo stick holder and tell his fortune. Although he is a Confucian student, Sword Valley is generally a believer, and it is not considered to be overstepping.

The whole bamboo tube that was originally used to make bamboo buckets and rice was stuffed into it with all the bamboo pieces of the bamboo roll that I had dismantled the red string.

"Amitabha, Amitabha...... Out!"

A piece of bamboo deftly flew out of the bamboo tube and flew down the mountain in the wind.

"This ......" Mo Haoqiong was speechless for a moment.

It's not safe to shake the bamboo tube, so it's better to smoke one casually.

Twisting a piece of bamboo with the best appearance, its face was full of sarcasm.

"Yangzhou is more than a thousand miles of spring, and the flowers are shy and gorgeous. ”

This piece of bamboo flew down the mountain for some reason, and was accompanied by the previous piece of bamboo.

Tossing and tossing turned out to be dusk again. The sun sets and the sun is always magnificent. Mo Haoqiong was a little tired of watching it, but he was glad that the sun was about to set and the snowman he built would not melt.

Although the enrollment ceremony is held once every three years, and it is only three days at a time, it is really easy to get tired of not moving your butt here for three days. Fingers tapped on the tabletop, and the last rays of the sun were seen hidden in the west, and the moon hung like a hook in the night.

I actually had some insomnia tonight.

Blown by the cold wind, his long hair fluttered behind his head, and he became more and more sober.

Why don't you have a little wine?

I have to look at this table tomorrow.

Drink as much as you want. No one will come anyway.

Make up your mind, and pull out a small clay pot and a small white porcelain cup from the shallow cave behind you.

Drinking, when poetic.

"When you sing about wine, life is ......" Mo Haoqiong groaned softly, shaking his head, feeling that it was not good.

I don't have the experience of Cao Mengde.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio ......"

Suddenly, he smirked to himself.

He doesn't have the fairy spirit of Li Taibai.

"The moon rises in the east and scatters the world. Silver cinnamon is like a hook, elegant and slightly sad......"

Meaning out of the chest, the wind to the lyric.

"There are fairies in the moon, and the smiling faces are full. Pretty people on the ground, asking for love. ”

Drinking a little too much.

It's a bit stupid.

Counting the eighteen years of this Sword Valley, nothing has been accomplished.

Dream also.