Chapter 117 The Great Confucian entrusted the important task of the book committee, and bid farewell in a hurry
The night is as cool as water, and the fog is as cold as the tiles.
Qingping Mountain is covered with frost and mist, and the autumn wind locks the Xiaoting.
The girl is wearing a quilt and leaning against the mountains, her temples are half tilted, her skin is covered with snow, and her eyebrows are full of sorrow.
Mo Fanchen was wearing an old Confucian robe. He was not as addicted to books as before. He came with his hands behind his back, stood in the corner of the courtyard where the moonlight could not shine, coughed lightly and said: "Girl, go to bed early, I have to go back to Jingting tomorrow morning."
Mountain, you have a long way to go.”
"I know, Grandpa."
Mo Wanyun turned around and walked in the corridor with lowered eyebrows, walking silently.
"You must think grandpa is unkind, right?"
Mo Fanchen stared at the cold moon in the sky, took a bottle of wine from his waist, and took a sip.
"You young people, sometimes your hearts may be rippled by a gust of wind."
"But you have to know that the wind always stops. Many difficult things happen when the wind stops."
"I am your grandfather. Three to five years is too short in life. The fireworks bloom for a moment, although they are brilliant. But when you grow up, you will understand that the happiest thing in life is to be ordinary and indifferent.
Mutual support between individuals is the most difficult thing in the world."
Mo Wanyun stopped, her eyes still clear.
She bit her lip and said, "I understand that grandpa is kind to Wan Yun, but you have to measure the road ahead before you know it. I don't understand why grandpa is always so prejudiced."
"bias?"
Mo Fanchen sat on the corridor pole and sighed softly.
"Girl, that's not prejudice. That child is destined to be different from others. His future will either break through the sky or be trampled hard by the sky. When the wind really blows, no one can protect him.
So no matter which outcome, for you, leaving Qingping Mountain and going to the Holy Academy to practice is the right way. If after three or five years, you still can't let go, then you come back. The meaning of reunion on the road of life is more important than the encounter.
Even more precious.”
When Mo Fanchen said this, he suddenly coughed violently. He touched the corner of his mouth with his hand, and blood oozed from his palm.
"grandfather?"
Mo Wanyun turned around and froze on the spot, her originally melancholy face showed disbelief.
In her heart, grandpa is as high as Qingping Mountain, omnipotent. At this time, his temples are white with frost, his face is old and lifeless, as if he is an old man who will be blown away by the wind at any time.
Mo Fanchen waved his hand gently: "I'm fine, I'll go clean up and leave after dawn."
"Um."
Mo Wanyun nodded, feeling worried about something in his heart.
Mo Fanchen walked alone in Qingyun Gate, walked to the demon-suppressing monument, and stood there for a long time. Suddenly, his figure faded and disappeared out of thin air.
When he appeared again, he had landed in the small courtyard of the peach blossom forest.
Gu Yusheng, who was carving a hairpin against a candle, heard the noise and walked silently to the small courtyard.
After seeing the person clearly, Gu Yusheng's heart couldn't help but tighten, and he quietly held the hairpin he had just made in his hand.
"You don't have to be nervous."
Mo Fanchen turned around and looked Gu Yusheng up and down.
"I'm here to ask you something."
Gu Yusheng couldn't figure out the purpose of this great scholar coming to him in the middle of the night, so he cupped his hands and said, "Senior, please tell me."
"What would you do if one day Wanyun was in the same situation as you?"
Gu Yusheng shook his head and said: "Senior, such a day will never happen."
"What if there is?"
Mo Fanchen's words suddenly weighed on Gu Yusheng's shoulders like a mountain.
It was so heavy that Gu Yusheng could hardly breathe.
Gu Yusheng replied: "I protect Miss Mo."
"What kind of protection?"
Zheng!
Gu Yusheng held a wooden sword in his hand.
The eyes are firm.
"Use it!"
"What if your sword can't protect you?"
"It can be protected."
Gu Yusheng's eyes bloomed with unprecedented light.
"Young and frivolous guy."
Mo Fanchen looked up at the sky in the darkness. Although he said so, he did not underestimate Gu Yusheng's words.
After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Gu Yusheng solemnly.
He raised his hand, and there were a few more ordinary-looking books on the shelf in the east wing.
Without waiting for Gu Yusheng to ask, Mo Fanchen said: "In the evening, I will take them back to the Holy Academy to practice. Three years later, I will send all these books to Shushan. At that time, I will bless you no matter whether I am here or not.
"
Speaking of this, a sneer appeared on Mo Fanchen's lips: "If you can't do it, marry the daughter of an ordinary family in Qingyun Town and live an honest life."
While Gu Yusheng was deep in thought, Mo Fanchen walked out step by step.
He walked to the door, seemed to remember something again, and said: "Back then, your father borrowed a book box from the academy. I remember to find it and put the books in it before taking it with me. Jingting Mountain is very far away, and I was afraid that you would leave.
No. Also, tomorrow morning, I will wait for you at the windy place at the foot of the mountain. Don’t let the old man wait too long."
Mo Fanchen turned into a gust of wind and dissipated.
Gu Yusheng stood in the courtyard, thinking about the scene just now, and didn't understand Mo Fanchen's purpose of doing this.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
He silently glanced at the books on the bookshelf in the east wing and murmured to himself: "I will definitely go to the Holy Academy Bookstore."
A night of stars and rivers.
The stone steps in the small courtyard are as cool as water.
Gu Yusheng sat in silence all night.
When the morning breeze blew the next day, Gu Yusheng set off with his sword in hand.
When he came to the foot of the Demon Suppressing Monument, the fragrant shadow happened to be walking towards the rising sun.
"Give me the sword."
Mo Wanyun smiled, stretched out her jade hand and said to Gu Yusheng.
Gu Yusheng took off the wooden sword from his waist and handed it to Mo Wanyun.
In her palm, there was a bunch of sword tassels made of red rope. She lowered her head and carefully tied the sword tassels to Gu Yusheng's sword hilt.
Taking advantage of the moment when she lowered her head, Gu Yusheng tied a delicate wooden hairpin into the black hair of her bun.
"Miss Mo, I still have the hairpin from back then."
When Mo Wanyun raised her temples and looked at Gu Yusheng, Gu Yusheng said to her somewhat domineeringly.
"I knew I would leave you there."
Mo Wanyun hung the sword diagonally on Gu Yusheng's waist, and saw that Gu Yusheng was wearing a white robe. Her hands smoothed out the wrinkles in Gu Yusheng's clothes, and her eyes were bright.
"How should I say goodbye?"
"Just like when we first met."
Mo Wanyun's voice echoed in the ears of Gu Yusheng, who was stiff.
She suddenly stepped on a blue cloud and floated away in the wind.
Her figure drifted further and further away, with a smile on her face and her eyes always falling on Gu Yusheng.
"Gu Yusheng, I'll be waiting for you at Jingting Mountain."
Gu Yusheng watched as the clearly engraved face became increasingly blurry, and he tried hard to calm down the breath that was disturbed by Mo Wanyun.
After a while.
His figure is like a rainbow.
Chase along the foot of Qingping Mountain.
But the green wind has blown away.
Gu Yusheng couldn't catch up with that figure no matter how hard he hurried.
On the contrary, several servants of the Xuanlong Dynasty were well prepared to stop Gu Yusheng from the front. A dozen of them set up a formation, and the leader of the formation master said with a cruel smile: "Boy, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Now that we are going down the mountain,
Now that you are here, please repay the Ninth Prince with his life first, otherwise it will be difficult for us to do business when we go back."
Choking!
Gu Yusheng unsheathed his wooden sword.
A sharp sword light penetrated the throat of the person blocking the way.
Gu Yusheng held the sword in his backhand, turned around again, and killed another slave who blocked the way.
Blood spilled from the corners of Gu Yusheng's eyes.
He raised the corners of his mouth coldly.
Swish, swish, swish, a few swords ended the lives of a lot of people.
Finally, his sword hovered at the Talisman Master's throat.
Move forward step by step.
The voice was extremely cold: "If you don't want me to send Miss Mo away, I'll send you to hell first."
Gu Yusheng's sword touched lightly.
The wooden sword returns to its sheath.
He stood there, looking at the returning group of Qingpingfeng, and remained silent for a long time.
Just when Gu Yusheng had not yet come out of the sorrowful thoughts of separation, in the direction of Qingyun Gate's Lingxiao Peak, the big demon king with its wings cut off suddenly flew into the sky, and a terrifying aura instantly filled the Qingyun Six.
peak.
The urgent bell rang again.
Gu Yusheng was instantly brought back to reality.
"What's going on?"
Gu Yusheng felt vaguely that something was not good, so he rushed back to Qingyun Gate.
At the same time, dozens of miles away from the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain, Mo Wanyun was sitting on a holy book, gently stroking the delicate peach wood hairpin with his hand.
Beside her, Mo Fanchen stood on the holy book, his robes rustling.
Suddenly, a black cloud suddenly arrived in front, blocking the way.
On that black cloud, the white-faced and beardless old eunuch gradually emerged, and an extremely cold aura suddenly filled the area for several miles.
Mo Wanyun stared at the old eunuch who appeared, with shock in his eyes.
Because this old eunuch turned out to be the inconspicuous Eunuch Yang next to Chu Chen.
And the true cultivation he revealed at this time.
It’s actually the eighth realm!
Mo Fanchen stood with his hands behind his back and didn't seem to be surprised by this. He just said lightly: "I am feeling strange that the injured Demon Emperor's method can not mess up the Qingyun Sect. It turns out that you are the real one."
The pusher."
Eunuch Yang moved in the air and got closer to Mo Fanchen, his aura still rising sharply.
"Mr. Mo is ridiculous. I am just a disabled person. I have been planning for the past few years just to find a perfect path for myself. Unfortunately, the Ninth Prince is really unable to help me, so all my hard work has been wasted."
"Mr. Mo has been writing books in the Qingyun Sect for the past three years, copying and copying the holy scriptures of saints. There must be secret techniques for replenishing the body in those holy scriptures. I dare to make up for the deficiencies acquired through reading the saints' scriptures.
"
Mo Fanchen looked solemn and said: "I'm sorry to agree to this."
The old eunuch's eyes suddenly became sharp.
"I knew that Mr. Mo would not agree, so I had to come and get it in person. Mr. Mo must have spent a lot of talent rubbing the saint's classics over the years. After the battle with the Shushan traitors yesterday, his energy has not been restored. Now,
You are protecting Miss Mo again, and the situation is not good for you."
"grandfather."
Mo Wanyun shouted softly, and she couldn't help but look back in the direction of Qingping Mountain.
"Miss Mo, Qingpingshan, you can't go back."
The old eunuch smiled coldly, and grabbed Mo Wanyun with a pale hand...
Immediately afterwards, a mighty light bloomed from Mo Fanchen.
The next moment.
That holy book wrapped Mo Wanyun and sent her to a distant place: "Girl, go back to Jingtingshan and practice well."