It rained lightly in the middle of the night, and I didn't sleep.

Yesterday, Han Xuexue's words were even more pricked than the silver needle in the mother's hand, which made him uncomfortable.

Although Jiuli has a basis to follow, but since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, it is the most taboo cow, ghost, snake and god, Jiuli is caught and killed, killed and caught, if the warlock is just a corner, and does not meet those idle people who catch fast, they can also live in peace, and they can be regarded as begging for a bowl of rice in the cracks. But if you carry it, then this little life is afraid that it will not be guaranteed.

Zhu Ti secretly recruited strange people from the rivers and lakes, and he thought that the one who came to the palace should know, but the emperor's thoughts, and a few people could guess it.

"You should go to the study. Han Xuezhi said so, "Wenfangzhai is also a secular door of the Mo family, although the classics in it are not as good as some old sects, but you have an inkstone, or an inkstone of Mo Qiqi, as long as it is not too demanding, the Mo family will meet you, and it should not be difficult to come and read some ancient books." ”

Wenfangzhai, Shen Liushu wrote down this name deeply.

The Pu knife was lying on his right side, he spread out his right hand, let the rain from the eaves slide down his palm, and his right hand subconsciously touched the wooden box in his arms.

"Haven't slept yet?" said in a gentle, familiar tone.

Shen Liushu didn't have to look back to guess who it was, "Didn't you sleep too." ”

Liu Er sat at a distance of no more than half a foot from Shen Liushu, and only in such a lonely night would she think about getting closer to each other, in order to keep warm.

"Something on your mind?" the girl's mind is meticulous.

Shen Liushu has always been unable to hide things in front of familiar people, especially Liu Er.

"It's fine. He smiled.

"You're laughing worse than crying." ”

"You can tell me if you have anything on your mind. ”

In the past few years, Liu Er's appearance has become more and more moving, and her figure is taller, and I don't know when, Shen Liushu always feels that she can't see enough of her face and everything about her.

"But some trivial things, not worth mentioning. He changed his words, "It's almost ugly, let's get some rest, we have to get up early tomorrow." ”

"Wake up early?" Liu Er grabbed the keyword.

Only then did Shen Liushu realize that he had slipped his mouth.

Both of them were silent, one pretending to be deaf and the other dumb.

The day in Jiangzhou is changeable, the light rain on the spring night is dripping, this rain is not as good as Jiangnan, the rain in Jiangnan is continuous, like a little lady who is just about to go out of the pavilion, pretending to be shy, twisting this body, looking forward to the lover, and poking his head out when he is in a hurry, but if Lang Jun arrives, he has to hide back in the house, lock the door, cover the curtain is not enough and cover his face with a fan or tulle, he can't hear the movement for a long time, but he is lying in front of the window paper, thinking about it. The rain in Jiangzhou, compared with the daughter of the qin workshop, although not to say that the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are proficient, that is also a thousand kinds of coquettishness, all kinds of delicate, these visitors from all over the world like to point a song of music and dance, the moon on the willow tops, people about after dusk.

Liu Er yawned and stretched.

"Tired?" Shen Liushu said, "Then let's go to sleep in the house, it's windy outside, and you can't pay it back if you catch a cold." ”

Liu Er shook her head, "I'll stay with you for a while." ”

She was always so understanding.

"Thank you. ”

It's still raining.

I don't know if I don't feel it, a sleepiness rolled up in my heart, and Shen Liushu was also a little tired, but he fought hard until he felt his left shoulder sink.

He didn't bother, and he didn't dare to move his arms.

In a daze, the two snuggled up to each other and fell asleep in this rainy night.

He seemed to have had a long dream, and this time the dream did not make sense of the previous ones, and in the dream there was an old man with a monkey on his back, driving the ox, and muttering:

The North of the Great Wilderness......

South of the Great Wilderness......

There is a country called the Song ....... Beyond the North and South......

After Winter...... There is an altar that is said not to cross...... The Man in the Altar......

There is wood that does not die.......

There is a young man from the wilderness from the north, and he stabs ......

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Scholar's Room

There are four treasures of the study room that are unbeatable in the world, "so there are heroes in the world who have excellent products in the text, and the study room has to be on paper, but the world is in the world".

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

A figure with sunglasses and a bag on his back probed the way with the long stick in his hand, walking step by step.

Quietly, sneaking into the study with the wind.

The oil lamp in the house was still on, and from time to time the wind pushed open the window and door, and the fire flickered, always for fear that one would go out if one was not careful.

Men have long been accustomed to reading at night, "Why is the wind so strong tonight?" ”

He stepped forward and closed the window again.

When he returned to the table, he saw a man sitting on his original chair with a stick on his side.

The art of vanishing?

He lifted his heart and clenched his fists, "Dare to ask who Your Excellency is?"

The man did not answer, plucking out his ears.

His voice was a little heavier, "Dare to ask who your Excellency is, what is the reason for coming to my study, if you want to get some four treasures, please come back tomorrow at noon." ”

The man remained deaf and blind.

The man was a little annoyed, secretly operating his internal force, and a momentum spontaneously arose, and the aura of the half-step grandmaster pressed the person, but it seemed to sink into the sea, and it didn't even set off a trace of waves.

Only then did the man react, "Are you talking to me?" ”

The man didn't dare to be careless, the person in front of him was not simple, he cautiously moved two steps forward, and stopped in a position that he thought was safe.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency's name. ”

"Your name is Mo Jing, and you are Mo Qiqi's cousin. ”

The man said.

The man, who was called Mojing, took a step back and touched the saber at his waist.

"Who the hell are you. ”

"Look at my brain, I'm old, I forget, I'm just an old blind man, a fortune teller, raised among the people in the rivers and lakes, saying that I can be half-truthed and half-false, and call me a half-immortal. ”

Mo Jing put away his posture, after all, such a character, if he made a move, he had no chance of winning, so he gave up his hand again, "It turned out to be Hu Banxian Hu's senior, I don't know what the predecessor is doing when he came late at night?"

Hu Banxian got up, explored the way with a wooden stick, groped in front of him with one hand, walked a step in front of Mo Jing, held the stick and said, "Tomorrow, a kid will come to ask for something from your Mo family, please give it to him when the time comes." ”

"What's that?" Mo Jing thought to himself, not that one.

But that's the reality.

"Moze. ”

Moce, also known as the changing Moce, is a magical existence like the Yanyun spectrum If the Yanyun spectrum is to record the heroes of the world, then Moce is to record the strange stories of the world, which naturally includes Jiuli.

Mo Jing refused very resolutely, "No, Mo Ce is the treasure of my Mo family, how can I give it to others at will." ”

"Can't you just look at it?" asked Hu Banxian.

"Don't hide it from the predecessors, this Mo Ce is a relic of the ancestors of the Mo family, not to mention its significance, which is also a well-known thing in the rivers and lakes. Mo Jing said very seriously.

Mo Ce can only be opened by the Mo family's descendants, and everyone sees and hears differently, if outsiders forcibly open it, it will faint or hurt the soul.

The Mo family tried to let the person who read it say, but he was speechless, tried to write it, but he forgot to write it, tried every possible way, but only left the meaning of a thought, in order not to endanger the world, the ancestor ordered that anyone should not be allowed to read Moce, and it was guarded by the scholars in various places in turn, just to prevent someone's curiosity from being too heavy and causing an unnecessary dispute.

"I know what you're worried about, he has his own way of looking through it, you just say yes or no. Hu Banxian continued, "Are you afraid that the old thing in Modu will find out and hang you up and beat you? ”

Mo Jing didn't know what it was, but he felt that what could make Mo Du tempted should not be some vulgar goods.

Seeing that he was still embarrassed, Hu Banxian smiled and took out a small red pill from his arms, "You have been stuck in the half-step sect master for decades, as long as you promise to lend Mo Ce to that person to take a look, this pill is yours." ”

Mo Jing's cultivation talent was limited, and he had sought various methods, so he naturally recognized this pill at a glance, "The Activation Pill of the Medicine Immortal Ghost Hand?"

"With eyesight, it is the Activating Dan. ”

Activating Dandan, as the name suggests, invigorates blood and circulation, looks simple, but it is of great benefit to people who are stuck in the bottleneck, especially people like him who have been stuck in a half-step grandmaster for decades, most of the meridians in his body are blocked, although he is involved with the grandmaster, but he is never a real grandmaster.

He was tempted. It's not that he hasn't looked for the Huoluo Pill, but although this Huoluo Pill is not a precious pill, it is the only one in the hands of the medical immortals. can look at the color of this one, the luster is dull, it should be true, after all, the medical fairy ghost hand is a memory for the older generation.

Hu Banxian deliberately shook it in front of him, "Then do you want this Huoluo Pill or not?"

"Yes. Mo Jing said again, "But the juniors can't take Mo Ce out directly." ”

The implication is that he needs a reason, a good reason to take advantage of it and not be responsible.

"If that kid has an inkstone, or is it Mo Qiqi's inkstone?"

Hu Banxian said.

Mo Qiqi actually gave the inkstone out, which was the first time in so many years. Mo Jing suddenly became a little interested in the kid in Hu Banxian's mouth.

"In this case, then the juniors are not hypocritical, as long as he brings the inkstone, Mo Ce will naturally read it with him, but whether he can open it, and whether he can receive any goods The juniors dare not guarantee. ”

Mojing is a sleek person, suitable for being a worldly person.

"You can rest assured about this, if he can't open it and can't see it, then it can only be said that his life should be like this, and no one can blame him. ”

"Gone. ”

"The younger generation sent you, this night is dark and rainy, and it is not easy to walk. ”

Hu Banxian probed the road with a wooden stick, "No, no, I am blind, but this heart is not blind." I'm a loose person in Wollongong......"

Night rain, send north.