The Snow and the Moon in the Wind: The Lights Dim and the Way Back

Chapter 58

May 21, Mingde five years, light rain
As June approaches, the rain, some cold, some icy, brings a touch of coolness to this scorching summer.

Passers-by on the road hid in nearby teahouses and restaurants, chatting about the world's stories.

From time to time, you can hear the words "No. [-] in the world". This is the hottest topic in restaurants today, and it is also the favorite topic of storytellers.

Because, to make money.

Also because, customers love to listen.

The young man came out of the rivers and lakes, walked the world with his sword, held a feast of heroes proud of his sword, destroyed half of the city with one sword, regarded the sword fairy as his footwear, and reached the top three in one fell swoop.

These stories, like legends, are also like legends, attracting countless young people to rush into the rivers and lakes and become those rivers and lakes.

Apocalypse City.

Two oil-paper umbrellas, a young man with a sword and a man with a gun, walked on the empty Xuanwu Avenue of the apocalypse.

The pace is light, and the rain falls without sticking.

"How is it? How does it feel to hear someone else tell your story?"

The teenager shook his head indifferently.

"It was okay at first, but now, I feel like that."

The man with the gun laughed.

"That's because you are the protagonist of the story. If this is someone else's story, I'm afraid I will also yearn for it."

The young man nodded slightly, adjusted the oil-paper umbrella's posture,
"Senior brother, you are right. It is indeed every young man's dream to become famous in the world."

These two people are naturally Mo Qianshang and Sikong Changfeng.

Today's appointment was made yesterday, and Sikong Changfeng came to Mo Qianshang early in the morning.

One of Lei Mengsha and Li Xinyue is the general of the Chinese army, and the other is the guardian of Qinglong. It is impossible to stay at home every day, so the heavy responsibility of taking care of Lei Wujie naturally falls in the hands of Li Hanyi.

Li Hanyi readily accepted this. After all, she didn't like to go out, and she preferred to practice swords.

Saying goodbye to Li Hanyi, the two left Lei's Mansion and walked towards the most cultured place in Tianqi - the school.

The school is also called Jixia Academy.

Six years ago, the sacrificial wine here was called Li Changsheng, who was number one in the world and the one who tore up the martial arts list.

His disciples are among the eighth sons of Beili, except for the young master Xie Xuan, the others are all his disciples.

That year, he slapped Eunuch Zhuoqing, the former great supervisor, and Qi Tianchen, the national teacher, and walked out of the Beili Palace alone, and left the city of Tianqi with Baili Dongjun.

Since then, the school has changed to a new sacrificial wine, and Li Changsheng also went to Xueyue City under the pseudonym Nangong Chunshui.

After many years, Nangong Chunshui's disciple stepped into the school again.

Back then, the school that behaved pervertedly and did everything according to one's heart, now has family affairs, state affairs and world affairs, and the voice is heard, and it has the real appearance of the school.

If Li Changsheng came back, I don't know whether he would smash the school, or sigh, everything has changed.

now.

The two came to the door of the school.

"Junior Brother, this is the Jixia Academy. Back then, Dong Jun came here from Qiandong City to learn from his teacher. These four words were inscribed by Master himself."

Mo Qianshang looked at the four big characters of Jixia Academy, and seemed to see Li Changsheng's unruly expression when he wrote these four characters.

"Brother, can you go in and have a look?"

"Naturally can"

Thanks to Sikong Changfeng's identity, no one stopped the two of them going in.

A refined man with a bookcase on his back came to meet him.

"Mo Qianshang, long time no see."

Mo Qianshang was slightly surprised,
"Hey, Xie Xuan, why are you here?"

In this regard, Sikong Changfeng has something to say.

"Qian Shang, Xie Xuan is the next sacrificial wine of Ji Xia Academy, you don't know?"

Mo Qianshang slightly shook his head,
"I really don't know, but who is this sacrificial wine?"

Sikong Changfeng bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Mr. Chen Ru!"

The young man looked confused and asked curiously.

"Mr. Chen Ru?"

Xie Xuan raised his head and smiled slightly,
"My little uncle and I came from Shanqian Academy. My uncle is the guardian of the mountain of the previous generation, and I am the guardian of the mountain of this generation."

The boy was puzzled again, because it was a place he had never heard of.

"Shanqian Academy?"

Sikong Changfeng laughed.

"Shanqian Academy, no one knows where it is, but I heard that the people who come out of it are all talented, and they can reach the level of governor at the last time. But the strange thing is that the people who come out of it never say that they are from the mountain. The former academy, which also caused many people to know this place, but they don’t know where to find it.”

Xie Xuan laughed.

"There are rules in the academy. When you become an official, you can't mention that you are from Shanqian Academy."

Mo Qianshang was silent for a moment, glanced at Xie Xuan, and said suddenly.

"I'm afraid that the filthy atmosphere in the officialdom will affect the name of Shanqian Academy, right?"

Xie Xuan nodded slightly,

"Of course. Brother Mo, it's been almost a year since I left Wushuang City. Have you read the book I gave you, The Record of Experiences in Mountains and Seas?"

"Look, the legends in it are bizarre, and many of them have never heard of them. For example, the corpse coffin sinks into the sea, the arrow chases the sky, the headless night, the sun is hot and the night is cold, etc., which are unheard of."

"Brother Mo, remember it. That book is one of the oldest books I brought out from the academy. Although the records in it are bizarre, if you go to Shiwan Dashan in the future, you should use them."

"Okay. I'll keep that in mind."

Xie Xuan smiled and stepped out of the way, stretching out his right hand.

"My little uncle is already waiting for you inside, go in."

Mo Qianshang glanced at Sikong Changfeng with a puzzled look on his face.

Sikong Changfeng has long been immune to this.

"Mr. Chen Ru, you are an expert. They seem to be prophets. You will get used to it slowly."

walk in.

The students in the academy all study their homework seriously.

All the students are rising in the morning.

In the school.

A man in white is reading the University of the Four Books aloud.

"The way of university lies in Mingmingde"

The man is very elegant, his breath is very similar to Xie Xuan, he looks like a scholar, or the scholar is him.

The man glanced at the three of them, but did not go out directly, but continued to read until after a stick of incense.

After reading, he went out.

Therefore, the three of them waited for a whole stick of incense.

"Uncle"

"Um"

The man nodded slightly to Xie Xuan,
Looking at Mo Qianshang, he showed a kind smile, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

"Mo Qianshang?"

In front of such a great scholar, Mo Qianshang dare not be proud,
"Yes, sir."

The man took out the book and placed it in front of Mo Qianshang,

"Have you seen it?"

Mo Qianshang glanced at it, and wrote two words: university.

nod,

"Seen."

The man nodded and smiled.

"Okay. You can go to the school to attend classes when you have time in the future. I will tell them that you can come in and out as you like."

After speaking, the man turned around and walked towards the backyard.

"Little Xie Xuan, show them around."

"Yes, little uncle."

Mo Qianshang looked confused, he didn't understand, why did he ask a few words after waiting for a stick of incense, and then it was over.

Xie Xuan saw his doubts and smiled.

"Little Martial Uncle originally wanted to persuade you not to use your sword at will, but after he saw you, he found that although you had the intention to kill, he didn't have the intention to kill, so he didn't need to persuade you any more."

Mo Qianshang asked doubtfully.

"That's how you see it?"

"Of course, my uncle has read thousands of volumes and knows countless people, so naturally he can't read it wrong."

Sikong Changfeng sighed slightly,
"It's true. I was also instructed by Mr. Chen Ru to learn how to shoot long and short spears. If it wasn't for Mr. Chen Ru, I wouldn't have made my own way in the way of guns. He is a person praised by Master. But Apart from teaching in the academy, sir won't take care of other things."

Mo Qianshang was thoughtful,
'Mr. Chen Ru.'

The three of them strolled around for a while, and left the school at noon.

"Brother, where are we going now?"

"Carved buildings and small buildings, drink"

"What wine is worth drinking specially?"

"Autumn Dew White"

Xie Xuan was taken aback for a moment and smiled.

"Brother Changfeng is still brooding about what happened back then. As far as I know, the time for this month's Autumn Lubai supply has long passed."

"Isn't there a bottle of six-year-old wine on the roof?"

Xie Xuan raised his head and laughed,

"It seems that I also have the opportunity to taste the best wine of this apocalypse today."

Mo Qianshang looked bewildered, he knew that Tianqi had the world's best wine Qiulubai, but he had never heard of this small building.

Naturally, they don't know the story between Sikong Changfeng and this Diaolou Xiaozhu.

Back then, when Sikong Changfeng first came to the apocalypse, the young man was impulsive and asked for autumn dew white, but this autumn dew white only appeared one day in a month, and only two hours a day, so naturally there was no such thing on that day.

In a fit of rage, Sikong Changfeng wanted to grab Qiu Lubai on the roof. Everyone could grab Qiu Lubai on the roof, but he had to rely on his ability to grab it. If he lost, he would keep something.So Sikong Changfeng lost, leaving behind the Silver Moon Spear. Later, Baili Dongjun stood up for him and compared wine making. He brewed seven Starry Night Wine before winning it back. The pot of 16-year-old Qiu Lubai also entered Baili Li Dongjun's mouth.

And this matter, Sikong Changfeng has always kept it in mind.

Later, he became the envoy of Suzaku, and the matter was left alone.

And the wine in the building today was hung again after that year.

Carved buildings and small buildings.

Tianqi's first-class restaurant is filled with customers like a cloud.

Naturally, those who can come to this kind of restaurant are the aristocrats and wealthy families.

The people here are polite, the people here are the best.

The three walked in without attracting the attention of others.

At this moment the guests are full, Xiaoer is a little arrogant, but also a little humble, and a little discerning.

Seeing the appearance of the three of them, Xiao Er did not show contemptuous eyes.

Bow slightly.

"Three guest officers, today is full, please come back another day."

Facing the polite refusal, Xie Xuan stepped forward, respectfully and politely,

"We have the location, there,"

With a finger of his right hand, he pointed to one of the only two empty tables in the hall.

Xiaoer's face showed embarrassment,

"Here, let me tell you the truth, you can't sit in that seat. It's reserved for distinguished guests."

Xie Xuan nodded without explaining, but came to the table, gently poured out a pot of tea, and wrote four words on the table with his hand: Diaolou Xiaozhu.

Exactly the same as the plaque at the door.

Xiao Er's anger caused by the tea suddenly disappeared, leaving only [-] points of respect.

"Sir please"

Xie Xuan waved at the two of them,

"Come, sit here"

This action made the audience suddenly quiet down.

It has been a long, long time since no one has been able to sit in this position.

Mo Qianshang looked at Sikong Changfeng suspiciously, but was dragged by Sikong Changfeng and sat down.

"Since Xie Xuan said he can sit, he must be able to sit, let alone him."

Mo Qianshang shook his head helplessly,
"Xie Xuan, what's the point of this table?"

Xie Xuan shook his head and said calmly.

"It's nothing special, it's just reserved for the little uncle. I imitated the handwriting of the little uncle, so they can't see it."

Mo Qianshang was speechless,
"This, isn't it?"

Xie Xuan laughed.

"Since the little uncle asked me to show you around, then you are his distinguished guest, so why not entertain his distinguished guests in the Diaolou Xiaozhu?"

At this moment, Xiao Er came over again.

"Sir, what do you need to eat?"

Xie Xuan looked at Sikong Changfeng,

"You order!"

Sikong Changfeng froze for a moment, his face full of doubts.

"Why should I order?"

Xie Xuan stretched out his hands, calm and at ease.

"I haven't become a sacrificial wine yet, so I don't have any money. Brother Mo is my guest, how can I ask him to pay, so I just order it, and you will pay later."

Sikong Changfeng immediately rolled his eyes,
"Because you have no money, let me order!"

Xie Xuan hesitated,
"How about? Shall I ask Brother Mo to order?"

"Don't, don't, let me order, the younger brother will see that there is no money!"

Mo Qianshang was slightly embarrassed, his pocket was indeed empty.

However, before Yin Luoxia left, she gave him an exquisite Luoxia jade pendant for some reason, and heard that she could go to a well-known gambling house to exchange for some money.

"Moon dusk, chicken in the sky, pine in the ground, jade falling in the sky. That's all."

Xiao Er continued to ask after listening.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?"

Sikong Changfeng finally waited at this moment, and said three words with a smile on his face.

"Autumn Lubai!"

(End of this chapter)