The moonlight is like water, sprinkled with clear light on the mountain on the Feilai Peak, and the trees are surging like waves lingering and throbbing.

Leaving the Pugong Plain, where the spirit longed for, Baiyun returned to the Lanyue Pavilion.

The day of going down the mountain is getting closer and closer, and Bai Yun should have concentrated on practicing his sword and preparing to go, but at this time, his mind fluctuated and he was absent-minded.

If Li Xin'er, who treats Baiyun like a brother, is the muddy landscape she saw when she was young, then the white clothes on Pugong Yuan are red beans that are full of mountains and hair, and they are really unforgettable.

The autumn wind is blowing, the insects are chirping, the white clouds are depressed, and the white-clothed figure in his mind always lingers in front of him. Bent cold eyebrows, bright eyes and bright teeth, clothes like white snow and cold like frost, out of the dust and do not eat the fireworks of the world, Ana's posture danced under the cold moon to figure out the shadow, Wan Er turned around like a wisp, the three-foot sword in his hand walked the clouds and water, the dandelion grass all over the mountains rose with the wind, even if he was angry between the eyebrows, he also poured all beings, and he really looked like a fairy.

"Will she go down the mountain?" Baiyun's heart is like winter snow quietly melting in spring, turning into a river of spring water that slowly flows eastward and warms the entire heart.

As his thoughts flew, Bai Yun seemed to hear the movement of the rope, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the young Taoist priest with peach wood coiled hair was holding a book in one hand and climbing up to the top of the Lanyue Pavilion with half of his body in the other, and under his feet was the big black and white cat who had read the whole bun with him.

Seeing this, Bai Yun hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled Mo Tianxiang, if this scene was seen by other Jixia disciples, he would have to laugh at this senior brother as a laughing stock after tea and dinner for a while, ordinary disciples climbed the roof of the attic with ease, but the dignified Jixia disciple Mo Tianxiang had to step on the big cat for a long time.

After a lot of effort, he finally climbed to the top of the Lanyue Pavilion, Mo Tianxiang only stuck out his tongue, but he didn't even panting, and he lay down on the top of the pavilion with his head on his side and his arms.

Bai Yun didn't ask Mo Tianxiang why he came, this big disciple of Bunxia always pulled the black and white big cat to read with a bun, and from time to time he would carry pheasants and hares to find Bai Yun, pat his ass and leave after a meal, sometimes he would come over with a chessboard to find Bai Yun to solve his chess addiction, and sometimes he sat quietly alone under the Lanyue Pavilion, neither chatting nor reading, his eyes looked at the south sluggishly and did not say a word, and when it came to sunset and dusk, he went to his clothes again, Bai Yun has long been accustomed to this, but the young Taoist priest who has always been open-minded has thick eyebrows tonight, as if he is hiding a belly of thoughts。

The two of them had a tacit understanding, just sitting quietly and staring at the moonlight.

After a long time, the young Taoist priest moved his body and sat up and looked south.

"Bai Yun, I heard Master say that you are going down the mountain, is it true?" Mo Tianxiang looked thoughtful.

"Yes, Senior Brother Mo, I am stuck in the bottleneck of the Tiancheng Realm, and I can take the opportunity to go down the mountain this time to experience it. Bai Yun also sat up, his heart surging, although he didn't know why Mo Tianxiang always looked to the south, but he knew that the south was what people often called Jiangnan, and this time he was going down the mountain to go to Jiangnan Muru Temple.

The land south of the Yangtze River is the domain of Zhao Zhicheng, the king of Wu, one of the four great feudal kings today, the familiar smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the four seasons are like spring, the smoke willows are prosperous, it is a rich place since ancient times, giving birth to many brave and good warriors, and also producing many famous literati. The author of Zhang Zishan's mountain and river fan, the famous master of Chinese culture, Li Hei, is a Jiangnan person, and the famous auxiliary minister Fang Xuanlin, who is known as Wolong in the south, is also a Jiangnan person.

There are many northern rivers and lakes chivalrous to come to the misty Jiangnan, but also moved by the Jiangnan landscape, linger and forget to settle here, and the people who love each other in the rivers and lakes, so it seems that the Jiangnan of all kinds of tenderness is the real land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Baiyun who grew up in the poor countryside Beiyan has long been excited, and can't wait to go down the mountain to see the scenery of Jiangnan.

"Are you going to Jiangnan?" asked the blue-robed Taoist priest with peach wood coiled hair with a little excitement.

Bai Yun nodded: "Senior Brother Mo, didn't Sect Li let you go down the mountain this time?"

A trace of loss flashed in the Taoist priest's eyes and shook his head, and said with a broken eye: "The rain in the south of the Yangtze River comes slowly from outside the sky, flowing and dripping, snuggling, snuggling, and there are all kinds of styles, many poems and songs are from the tenderness of Jiangnan, where the water is the clearest in the world, and the mountains there are the first delicate in the world." ”

"Really?" Baiyun's eyes were full of light.

The young Taoist priest was silent.

"Senior Brother Mo, I haven't seen you for almost a month, and I thought you were going down the mountain like me, so I'm busy practicing. Bai Yun said

The young Taoist priest had a bitter face, shook his head and smiled: "I can only go down the mountain when it rains red snow in the south of the Yangtze River." ”

Bai Yun almost choked, and asked again: "Red snow?"

The young Taoist priest nodded calmly and said, "Master said that the day when the red snow falls in the south of the Yangtze River will be the day when I will go down the mountain. ”

The Taoist priest didn't care about Bai Yun's reaction and continued: "Jiangnan is a good place, it will really make people forget to return. ”

After saying that, the young Taoist priest turned his head and smiled at Bai Yun, and continued: "The south of the Yangtze River in March is the most beautiful, the spring rain is continuous, the flowers are blooming everywhere, the nests made of swallows are under the eaves, and there are fishing boats on the river slowly passing by. ”

"Senior Brother Mo, have you ever been to Jiangnan?" Bai Yun asked in surprise, Mo Tianxiang said that he had never come down the mountain since he was in Shangjixia, but when he talked about the topic of Jiangnan, he was full of words, as if he was as clear as a few treasures.

The young Taoist priest Mo Tianxiang smiled bitterly and said nothing, looking at the south very seriously.

Baiyun was confused.

"I spent my childhood in Gangnam. Mo Tianxiang said gloomily.

Bai Yun was stunned for a moment, people said that the smoke and rain in Jiangnan made people linger, and some people traveled thousands of miles just to get a glimpse of the Jiangnan style, and Mo Tianxiang was an authentic Jiangnan man, who actually ran to Jixia Mountain, which was thousands of miles away, to be a Taoist priest.

"I remember that my home is a big family in Yangzhou City, Jiangnan, my father is always very serious to outsiders, but always very kind to me, my mother is not like my father always with a straight face and not smiling, she laughs beautifully, in the spring she will put the flowers picked in the wild on my head, in winter I am afraid that I will be cold and will hold me to sleep. Every New Year's holiday, many people will come to my house to give gifts and guests, some are businessmen, some are officials, and it is very lively. Every time the flowers bloom the most season, my father and mother will always take me to the Yangtze River to play, followed by a large group of servants, the Yangtze River water is rolling like the sky, countless fishing boats float on the river, to the evening sunset, the Yangtze River sparkling beautiful. Mo Tianxiang said with a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Bai Yun secretly looked at Mo Tianxiang and found that his eyes were filled with tears.

"Travelers go west to the Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks go down to Yangzhou in March. The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. Mo Tianxiang's eyes were indescribable.

"Then something happened in my family, I became an orphan, and Master took me with me when I was eleven years old. A tear slipped down the corner of Mo Tianxiang's mouth.

Bai Yun lowered his head, speechless for a while, it turned out that Mo Tianxiang was in sympathy with him, but fortunately, Mo Tianxiang still remembered his childhood life and the appearance of his father. And since I remembered, I have been wandering the world with the gray-clothed old monk, and I don't even know what my parents' surnames are.

"Can you help me carry a letter this trip to Jiangnan?" After that, Mo Tianxiang took out a bag of things from his arms.

On closer inspection, the bag was thinly wrapped in a white handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers, and the white handkerchief had been left for a long time, and it had been slightly yellowed, and there was a faint stain.

Mo Tianxiang gently untied the handkerchief, for fear of the slightest damage, the handkerchief was wrapped in two finger-length wood carvings, a man and a woman, and there was a letter pressed under the wood carving.

After a full month's effort, Mo Tianxiang put all his thoughts on these two wooden carvings the size of his fingers, Bai Yun was shocked by Mo Tianxiang's knife work, he was able to carve the appearance of a person so vividly and vividly on the finger-sized wood, one of the statues could be recognized as Mo Tianxiang at a glance, and the other statue was fluttering and peerless, and Bai Yun couldn't recognize who it was after racking his brains.

After Baiyun finished viewing the wood carving, the Taoist priest carefully wrapped the wood carving with a handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers.

"Bring it to whom?" Bai Yun asked.

Mo Tianxiang frowned and seemed to fall into deep thought, and after thinking seriously for a while, he said: "There is a particularly magnificent residence in Yangzhou City, with a vermilion high wall and a gold-lacquered glazed roof, a nine-clawed python stone carving on the corner of the eaves, and two particularly fierce stone unicorns in front of the door. ”

"You will hand it over to the first woman named Zhao Ruoli there. Mo Tianxiang stretched out his hand and handed the token to Bai Yun. ”

Mo Tianxiang stood up in amazement, took a deep breath, climbed down the Lanyue Pavilion with difficulty, and led the black and white big cat to leave slowly.

Bai Yun looked at Mo Tianxiang's figure and gradually disappeared into the woods, thoughtful.

Mo Tianxiang took advantage of the moonlight to pick up the book in his hand, and his tears had already spent.

In the past, his family was a big family in the south of the Yangtze River, and he was loyal to the Liang court, but that winter suffered a disaster overnight, he escaped by luck, he stood on the side of the road and looked at the home that was burned by the fire, there was heavy snow in the south of the Yangtze River, he walked along the long street for an unknown time, cried dry tears in the snow and leaned on the corner of the wall to die, but at this desperate and helpless moment, a girl in a brocade dress and a feather satin skirt stopped in front of him, the girl put the feather satin on the body of the young man, and ordered the maid to buy a nest of steamed buns for the boy who was about to die of hunger and cold, and instructed the maid to send food to the boy every day。 In this way, the boy was able to survive in the corner of the wall for ten days, the snow was particularly heavy that day, the boy was so cold that he shivered in the corner, the girl ran out alone and secretly ran out to add a quilt to the boy, the boy finally raised his head for the first time, the girl smiled brightly, took out the embroidered handkerchief in her arms for the boy to wipe off the mud on his face, and left the handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers to the boy, and then a figure of a peach wood coiled robe appeared in the heavy snow, when the girl came to the corner where the boy snuggled again, only to find that he had long since disappeared, leaving only a fine carved wood carving lying quietly in the corner。