red and white

Chapter 54

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, both of whom could read the shock from the other's expression.

"Let me stroke it." Mu Gesheng raised his hand, interrupting Chai Shuxin's unspoken words, "We went to the mirage to get Pan Geng's oracle bones, the method to enter the top floor was told by the second child, and the method to open the door was given by the second child What you said—it turned out that what you saw after entering was Master’s memory.”

So is this a coincidence, or was it intentional?

"It's unlikely to be a coincidence." Mu Gesheng continued to himself, "Most likely the second child did it on purpose, but why does he have the memory of Master?"

Obviously, it was Ginkgo Veteran who asked him to do this.

"Then the second child probably also saw this memory." Mu Gesheng murmured.

With Song Wentong's personality, even if Ginkgo Zhaizhu told him not to check it, he would definitely get to the bottom of it—and after he read it, he chose to seal this memory in the inheritance place of Pan Geng's oracle bone.

As if it was for the two of them to come and open it again after many years.

In Mu Gesheng's impression, Song Wentong was the most free and easy person in Ginkgo Study, even though the world was turned upside down, this person still lived a longer life than Nanshan, and finally passed away happily, slapped his ass and left without mercy, and had to trouble others to pay for it. He sweeps the grave.

It is hard to imagine that the other party left a memory here many years ago, and kept silent until his death.

This is obviously not Song Wentong's character. If it was just a simple memory, the other party must have excitedly brought it out for everyone to share, and let's take a look at the black material of Master Zun back then.

But he didn't do that. Instead, he solemnly sealed it in the place of inheritance, told Chai Shuxin how to open the door, and renovated the mirage, paving the way for their arrival.

This is obviously a game - many, many years ago, it was set up by the Ginkgo Veterinarian, and Song Wentong passed it on for him, and finally handed it to them after many years.

"I have a bad premonition." Mu Gesheng rubbed his nasal bone, "Usually Master speaks directly, and going around in circles like this to pass the news to us won't do anything good."

Chai Shuxin hummed, "Do you want to continue watching? If you don't want to watch, I can break this illusion."

"Of course we have to watch." Mu Gesheng cheered up, "It's all here."

Although they get along day and night, they really don't know anything about Ginkgo Veteran's past.

It was even more unexpected that he was from Penglai.

"The relationship between the seven masters is constantly being cut, and the reasoning is still chaotic." Mu Gesheng shook his head and said with a smile: "But I have been curious about Master's real age for a long time."

"Given this good opportunity, we must take a good look at whether he is an old man pretending to be tender."

Chai Shuxin: "Now you are too."

Mu Gesheng: "Each to each other."

Mo Qing Cup, entered Penglai at the age of eight, and won the first prize in the sword test competition at the age of 20.

When the contemporary Penglai sect master mentioned his disciple, he said lightly: "It's amazing to be amazing."

According to the Penglai Gate Regulations, the first-class winners of the sword test competitions of all dynasties were allowed to enter the Sutra Pavilion for one night as an exception.

Penglai has a vast collection of books, including all the unique knowledge in the world, and there are many unknown secret arts and true stories, as well as the eternal truth buried deep in history.Within five hours, those who join the cabinet can read it at will. In other words, during these five hours, he is sitting in the whole world.

The Sutra Pavilion is opened every ten years, and all those who enter the pavilion are outstanding in the world.

——Mo Qingbei was the only exception.

On that day, this genius carried a jug and swaggered into the Sutra Pavilion. Within five hours, he was thrown out even with the jug. He was so drunk that he lay down on the bluestone steps and slept until dawn.

After waking up, the drunken young man wiped his mouth, filled the jug, and rode away on the green bull.

Down here.

At noon that day, news came from Penglai that the sect master's disciple, Mo Qingbei, was expelled from the sect.

Cultivate as much as possible, enter the world and experience.

A few years passed in a blink of an eye, winter went and spring came, and many years passed after that.

The youthful splendor has not faded away, he has changed his appearance several times, wandered in the rivers and lakes, and also paid homage to the court.Three teachings and nine streams, scholar, farmer, businessman, he lay on the bullock cart with straw in his mouth basking in the sun, and once discussed swords with others in the smoke and rain, slapped the railings all over the fireworks alley, pointed out the country, and shocked the princes with words, he is a gentleman in white.

Resentment to play the flute, madness to speak the sword, not like a banished immortal, but like a guest in the world of mortals.

Mu Gesheng sat on the restaurant and ate melon seeds, while watching, he asked, "Which one is Master's best friend?"

Chai Shuxin poured a cup of tea, "I can't remember."

"I didn't expect that even you can't remember clearly." Mu Gesheng shook his head again and again, and patted the dregs off his hands, "Master, this trip down the mountain, not to mention anything else, just the number of confidante, as many as other people's lifetimes .”

"It's no wonder that the old man lives so pure and ascetic in Ginkgo Study. If all my teachers and wives move in, Baishui Temple may become a kingdom of daughters."

Chai Shuxin calmly calculated the amount in his head, and said, "I can't live here."

Mu Gesheng almost spit out a mouthful of tea, "Good guy, I'm afraid you have to have Sangong Sixth Courtyard to do it."

"A beauty is easy to grow old, but it's just a moment of lust." Chai Shuxin poured him a cup of tea again, "Mr. just went to visit the grave a few days ago."

"Isn't he paying homage to his brother who discussed martial arts in Huashan decades ago?"

"That's one of them. There is also worshiping the Yaoniang who he saved when he just came down the mountain."

Mu Gesheng remembered that when Mo Qingbei first entered the world, he rescued a medical girl, and the two became friends. Later, the medical girl became famous all over the world and became a generation of masters.

Said they were friends, but the other party never married.

At first sight, it was wrong for life, the beauty was white-haired, but the other party was still handsome.

Mu Gesheng said: "I can't even say whether Master has a conscience or is heartless."

Chai Shuxin said indifferently: "It's not a fellow traveler."

"That's right." Mu Gesheng took a sip of tea, "A confidant on the same road has only a short life."

He said and looked out the window, "Today is a great cold."

Mo Qingbei has been in the WTO for a hundred years, although he was expelled from Penglai in name, but the mountain protection array can't stop him, he has his own way.

Every year during the severe cold, he would go back to Penglai.

Go to the Yaotai to catch a few fish for a tooth sacrifice, see if the short junior brother has grown taller, take a walk in the pine, bamboo and maple forest, and finally go to the warehouse to steal something for next year's money, so I will be a master. lucky money.

And, meet someone.

There is a boat on the lake, Mo Qing Cup is supporting Changhao, a bamboo hat is on the head, wooden clogs in green clothes, and a wine jug is hanging on the waist.

"...There is a talented man in Saibei, and his poems are spread all over the capital. The new oiran in Jinling can play the pipa well, and there are new patterns in Sichuan embroidery. The original Wang, who was my colleague, retired and took care of his grandson at home. The body still has more than ten years to live. Oh, by the way, the blue crabs in Dongting Lake are growing well this year, and I brought some back for you."

He kicked the wooden crate next to his feet, and there was the rustling sound of the crab's legs scratching. He didn't know what method he used, but he was still alive after being raised all the way.

There was a red stove on the boat, and fish soup was boiling in the copper pot. One person was blowing the fire with a cattail fan, and said with a smile, "You have had a very lively year."

"The excitement is the excitement. There is a bang like a firecracker. Once it explodes, it will be over. The good times will never last." Mo Qingbei threw away the bamboo wormwood, picked up the fishing line, and caught a salmon, "You are better here, you can catch any fish By the way, I heard that there is a kun sleeping at the bottom of this lake, is it true or not?"

"It's true, if it's sunny, we might be able to catch Wen Ray." The other party said as he lifted the copper cover, "The soup is ready."

Mo Qingbei leaned over, "I come back once a year for this clear soup with little water, so you take this as a treat?"

"Don't talk about you, I only leave the Jiange once a year."

"You are not a big girl, you are still out of the cabinet, are you going to get married?"

"If I don't eat, I'll collapse."

"Slow down, slow down—"

The young man who was boating with Mo Qingbei was dressed in Qingshui cloth clothes, calm and elegant, with a gentle style.

The lake where they fished was located above the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the mountain, and it snowed all year round, making it extremely cold. Both of them wore single clothes, but no one felt cold.

Mo Qing Cup took a sip of the fish soup, "Your cooking is still so bad."

"Cooking only one meal a year is unavoidably crude."

"We have known each other for more than 100 years. I have been down the mountain for a hundred years, and you have cooked at least a hundred meals. Why are you still not diligent?"

"If you don't accept it, let's compete with swords. I'll teach you what it means to be diligent."

"Farewell, let me teach you how to cook soup."

Mo Qingbei met the other party many years ago, and it can be called a century-old acquaintance - at that time, he was still a new disciple who had just started, and he seemed to be as old as he was.Usually all the disciples were practicing swords at the Golden Summit. During the break, he listened to his seniors chatting about Penglai's ten scenic spots and eight victories. The oldest senior brother said that he had seen all nine scenic spots and only the last one remained.

The last scene is called Guanju in the Sea of ​​Clouds. You have to climb to the top of the highest mountain in Penglai and watch the sea of ​​clouds rise and fall quietly. One dream, three lives.

Mo Qingbei fell asleep halfway through hearing it, and didn't really understand what's so good about it. Most of the scenic spots in Penglai don't have the right name—the scenery is beautiful and the name is nice, but the name doesn't fit the scene.

Baiju Guogap, Baiyuncanggou, isn’t it just watching the clouds on the top of the mountain and falling asleep for a while, instead of the sour name of Yunhai Guanju, it’s better to call the mountaintop watching the dog, which is easy to understand.

He was asleep at that time, so he didn't hear the second part of the brother's sentence-why no one has climbed the highest mountain in Penglai for so many years.

Half a year later, Mo Qingbei was punished for making a mistake. Unfortunately, he was drawn and the lottery was drawn, which was the worst punishment among all punishments: go to the Jiange to watch the stars and record the celestial phenomena.

He looked at the sympathetic eyes of his brothers and realized that he might have missed important information when he was sleeping.

The top of Penglai Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and there are sword pavilions in the snow.

Most Penglai disciples practice swords, but very few of them can enter the Jiange. Those who use the sword to prove the Tao must have a strong mind and temper their bodies like tempering a sword.The master of the Jiange Pavilion passed away many years ago, and he took in nine disciples in his life. The first disciple died of a madness, the second disciple died of a madness, the third disciple died of a madness, the fourth disciple died of a madness, the fifth disciple died of a madness... and so on. .

The closed-door disciple is a fool, his mind is closed, he is just retired and bored for fun, and finally disappeared.

"Penglai hasn't had a sword cultivator for many years, and the Jiange has been uninhabited for nearly a hundred years. It is said that it is haunted." The brother handed him a stack of yellow paper novels, "This is a desk book that your senior sisters usually pass on, and they are all related to the haunting of the Jiange. of."

As he said that, the senior brother patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "However, there are a lot of unresolved plots of ghosts and ghosts in it. Maybe you can meet a relationship when you go up there."

There are specialties in the art industry, although the Penglai faction asks for immortals, but they are not yin and yang families after all, and there are not many opportunities to deal with ghosts.Mo Qingbei finished reading a large pile of novels overnight, carried a large basket of garlic from the back kitchen, and went up the mountain in the cold wind and cold water.

He didn't know what kind of new species of ghosts were written in those novels by his senior sister, anyway, he was a gentleman who stayed away from the kitchen and was afraid of garlic.

He was punished to go up the mountain, unable to walk with a sword, and had to spend a day and a night to climb to the top of the mountain.

I saw a tall building standing on the top of the mountain. It looks majestic from a distance, but it looks a little disrepair from a close look.

He just stepped forward to knock on the door, but the door opened by itself, and a pale hand stretched out, "Are you sent by Master?"

Mo Qingbei watched Journey to the West a few days ago, and was about to call out He Fang Yaoxie, but heard the other party's question, so he replied: "Master was taken away by the goblin, the elder brother sent me to find the way."

"I'm not referring to a storybook novel." The other party actually understood what he was saying, chuckled lightly, and pushed open the door, revealing an elegant and handsome face.

"Looking at your clothes, you should be a fellow apprentice." The young man bowed slightly to him, "I'm a Jiange disciple, so I can't draw."