Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 585 Mo Qing returns home, the saint breaks through

The heavy snow was still falling, and Haining City was shrouded in heavy snow for three consecutive days.

The river beach is silvery white, Yishui Beichuan is silvery white, and the Lin family is silvery white.

If it was in the past, heavy snowfall would only bring tragedy to the people, because in the Land of Great Cang, every time it snows, it means that countless people freeze to death, but Haining is different now.

What the heavy snow brings to the people is no longer a crisis of survival, but a rare experience. People wear thick fur and walk through the solid long embankment of Haining River Beach, and look at the red plum blossoms blooming on the top of the mountain in the distance. Endless beauty.

People, it’s all like this. When you are poor, you can drink cold water, and you can find the beauty in life after you solve the plight of life.

For the first time, they discovered that snow is a wonderful thing.

You can run in the snow, and it doesn't hurt to fall.

You can have a snowball fight in the snow and let the happy laughter spread.

You can lean on the fence and enjoy the boundless and dynamic snow drifting into the Yangtze River to disappear into the invisible.

Unlike the heavy snow in Haining, the distant Moxin Lake is like a warm spring at the moment.

The emerald green lake water and the red flowers and green trees around the mountains are as beautiful as a fairyland on earth. Countless pavilions rise from the lake, and the structure is exquisite.

On the pavilion, students are in groups of three or four.

Light clothes are like willows, and the fragrance of books is everywhere.

This is the Mo family.

Mohism is also a holy land of literature and Taoism.

Behind the Holy Land, a Nine Palaces array surrounded the entire mountain, and the mist rose to block the outside world.

This is the holy place among the holy places: Moxin Pavilion.

It is said to be a pavilion, but it is actually surprisingly large.

The diameter of each of the ink pillars outside the pavilion is seven feet away. There are 18 such ink pillars. Eighteen ink pillars are as big as mountains, and together they support the essence of the entire Mohism: Moxin Pavilion.

There was a flash of light in the sky, and a giant ruler came through the air, and Mo Qing stood on the giant ruler.

Fly directly into Moxin Pavilion.

Countless people in the Moxin Pavilion saw it at a glance, and they all shouted: "The saint is back!"

Mo Qing left Moxin Lake that day to participate in Qinglian's seminar. It has been more than ten months since this trip, almost a whole year.

She has won more than six hundred Qinglians by herself in the Qinglian theory, and she is the top three Qinglian masters, and she has already caused a sensation in the entire Mo family.

The celebratory wine for her was ready in February.

However, she did not come back.

The descendants of the Mo family are also asking where the saint went.

The upper level only gave a cryptic answer: the saint has triggered an inspiration and is looking for a crucial answer.

Mo Qing was traveling alone, and she didn't even bring Xiao Chi, her personal maid who was always inseparable, when she came back now, Xiao Chi was the first to run over, and almost cried in front of her: "Miss, you are back, you Where have you been, why has it been so long? Madam misses Miss..."

Mo Qing patted her head: "Go and tell Madam, I will go to see my father first, and I will go to see her later."

Together, with a swish, they went up along the ink pillar.

The top floor of Moxin Pavilion is like the top of mountains.

A solitary pavilion stands on the top of the mountain. It seems that few people have visited it since ancient times.

This is the Mohist Asking Heart Pavilion.

What is Asking Heart Pavilion?If you have doubts in your heart, pain in your heart, and enlightenment in your heart, you can enter the cabinet and ask your heart.

It seems to be a place of retreat and enlightenment, but in fact, it is a forbidden place in the hearts of the Mohists, because for thousands of years, the Mohists have entered this pavilion, without exception, who feel that they have sinned deeply. Ask the heart, the real meaning It is facing the wall and thinking about it.

Mo Chao has stayed in this pavilion for 13 years, but he still hasn't gotten out of his shackles.

Xilie Prefecture, also known as Burial Prefecture, Guancheng, millions of people, 87 cloud crystals!
These words circled back and forth in his mind, lingering.

At that time, Guancheng Chengshou was originally a member of the military, and he was extremely accomplished in the military formation. He should have been a generation of arrogance of the human race, and he was regarded as a mentor. As a disciple, the disciple made a special trip to Moxin Lake and begged him to come out of the mountain.

When he came out of the mountain, he failed to fulfill the generous entrustment of his disciples. Instead, he ruined the lives of his disciples and the lives of millions of people.

He could never forget his disciple's eyes on his deathbed, and he couldn't forget the pain and wailing of millions of people under the iron hooves of the demon army.

This is all caused by 87 cloud crystals.

This is all caused by my lack of academic knowledge.

From that day on, he confined himself in the Wenxin Pavilion, thinking about his own past, and asking where he came from.

Guancheng is broken and can be rebuilt.

But people cannot be resurrected from the dead.

Now that a big mistake has been made, it is useless to regret it, so we must do our best to avoid making mistakes in the future - this is what the Patriarch said to him that day.

For these words, he locked himself in the Wenxin Pavilion for 13 years.

The way of the Mohists stands on the top of the structure.

He wants to use his own strength to solve this unsolvable problem in arithmetic. Once he succeeds, even if he can't change the past, it will also bless future generations. This is the best sacrifice to comfort millions of dead souls.

Over the past 13 years, he has used [-] pieces of paper for calculation.

Seventeen precious pens are bald.

Boiled white black hair.

He vaguely grasped a law, which is the most critical answer to the question of circle and square, involving the diameter of a circle and the length and width of a square, but he was still at a loss as to how one of them corresponds to the law.

At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door of Wenxin Pavilion...

Mo Tide raised his head from a pile of papers, feeling dazed for a moment...

Who will knock?

A female voice came from outside: "Daddy, a new school of arithmetic has been established in the world. The problem of circle and square has been solved. My daughter brought Daddy the solution."

The ink wave bounced up suddenly, the pen in his hand landed directly, and he stepped to the door, and the door opened wide.

Mo Qing at the door had tears in his eyes, held a piece of paper in both hands, and handed it to his father: "Father, you can go home for the New Year!"

……

Meanwhile, the far Eastern State.

Heavy snow is flying, seven points more bitter than the snow in Haining...

In the northern part of Dongzhou, thousands of mountains are like a boat, swimming in a sea of ​​snow.

In the middle of the sea of ​​snow is Yaowang Mountain.

The safflower and fallen leaves of Yaowang Mountain in the past were all covered by heavy snow, but on the top of this cold mountain, there is a hole of steaming mist, like boiling water.

The boundless thick fog is swirling, a beautiful beauty is like a flower in the fog, her hair is also gently fluttering, the countless patterns on her body are flickering, it is an ancient pattern, where the flickering patterns present a thrilling beauty, If there is still half a regret, it is: this woman's right arm is missing half.

She is a disabled person.

Suddenly, the mist was sucked into her body at the same time, and the beauty's eyes opened suddenly, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky.

Silently, another woman appeared in front of her, bowed down and bowed down: "Saint!"

"How long have I been in retreat?" The saint's voice was clear and sweet, like a yellow warbler out of the valley.

"It's only been half a month. Is the saint's injury better?" The maid stared at the saint's right arm.

"The injury..." The saint smiled faintly: "It will be cured in a moment!"

"Recovery?" The maid exclaimed in surprise: "The saint has seen the secret of heaven, and is about to break through the law of heaven?"

The maid is also a practitioner, and she knows that the only way to heal the broken arm immediately is for the practitioner to break into the realm of the Heavenly Law. The body is reshaped, and the broken arm can be reborn.

"Not immediately, but now!" As soon as the voice of the saintess fell out of the cave, the sky was covered with dense clouds. Suddenly, a vortex appeared in the depths of the dense clouds. …

In a tall building, the Great Elder suddenly raised his head, and the suzerain who was opposite him also stepped up to the window, both of them looked extremely excited.

"The saint is about to break through!" the Great Elder said.

"Yes! She came to Beijing a while ago and suffered a serious setback. She never thought that she would be blessed by misfortune!" said the suzerain.

The Great Elder said: "The holy girl met a mysterious master in the suburbs of Beijing. The battle was unprecedentedly fierce and shook her whole body. The accelerated fusion of the ancestor's skin with her may be the key to breaking into the heaven and earth today."

Yes, the old woman who came to Beijing that day was actually the saint Su Rong——the little witch Zhou Mei guessed completely correctly.

Su Rong didn't intend to pretend to be an old woman.

The human skin on her body has always been part of her practice.

She wears the human skin of her ancestors day and night, and draws strength and insights about practice from the human skin.

After she entered the capital, she pointed her sword at Xishan, which angered Lin Su.

Lin Su pretends to be Liu Jun and raids Yaowang Hall at night to lure her to leave the capital.

She was tricked, but Lin Su never thought that she would be so powerful.

In the valley of Zezhou, Lin Su had a fierce battle with her, which was unprecedentedly fierce. Both of them brought out all their skills. dangerous.

In that battle, she used all her cultivation bases, but she was still beaten to the point of doubting her life.

The medicine box, the most precious treasure of medicine king mountain practice, was lost.

Her arm is broken.

This setback was unparalleled.

However, there are also advantages. The advantage is: this unprecedented fierce battle has shaken all her foundations and stimulated all her potentials. The human skin of her ancestors really fits her.

After returning to the mountain, she retreated for half a month, and today she finally took a crucial step on the path of practice: to meet the catastrophe of heaven, to break into the Dharma ground like the sky.

A bolt of lightning pierced through the vortex in the sky, as thick as a bucket, within a radius of a hundred miles, the heavy snow suddenly disappeared without a trace.

With a long roar, the saint Su Rong flew up to meet her catastrophe...

……

In Haining, every household is preparing for the New Year.

It has to be said that people's pursuit is endless, what kind of words to say in what kind of environment, what kind of songs to sing on what kind of mountain.

In the past, eating a full meal was considered a new year.

Now it is no longer a problem to have enough food, and the quality of the year has begun.

The big families give some benefits to the maids, and even the small ones invite the cultural people around them to make a piece of red paper to write couplets, and some village girls with skillful hands, use their skillful hands, no teacher The window grilles were cut out freely, and the red paper was pasted everywhere. In the season when the snow is still covering the ground, it is a little more festive out of thin air.

The Lin family is extremely festive.

Lin Zheng came back from Xueyuguan on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month.

Lin Jialiang, the county magistrate, was a bit too conscientious. He insisted on delaying his return until the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month. When he came back, Lin's mother gave him a scolding: Brother Ni can't fly, and he came back earlier than you. Your third brother, the official You are older, and they all returned earlier than you, you poor county magistrate almost missed the New Year's dinner.

Lin Jialiang's face was full of confusion, but he didn't dare to argue.

Mother, you compare my eldest brother with me, I admit it, don't compare your third brother with me, the third brother is like playing an official, how many people like him are there in the entire Dacang officialdom?At the busiest end of the year, he dares to slap his ass and leave, do I dare?
After eating the New Year's Eve dinner, it started lively.

Xiaoyao got out from nowhere, holding a large stack of gold paper and a piece of pastry in her mouth, ran to Lin Su, "My lord, you write couplets."

Lin Su was surprised: "Where did you get so many gold papers?"

"You got it in your study!" Xiaoyao raised her face, "Master, they all said that the couplets you wrote with precious pens are the most precious treasures of literature, and they are pasted at home, not a blade of grass will grow."

"What does it mean that not a single blade of grass grows? That is: the crowd of evil spirits are not close...you will not read if you are told..." Lin Su picked up a precious pen and drew a turtle on Xiaoyao's forehead.

The girls next to me all burst out laughing...

Lin Jialiang was in a hurry: "Third brother, do you really want to be so ostentatious?"

Um?Lin Su tilted his head to look at his second brother...

"Third brother, does Wenlu Zhibao know what it means? Are you really afraid that once your couplet is posted, all the students in Haining will want to be thieves?"

To be honest, Lin Jialiang's concerns are justified.

The treasure of Wenlu is hard to find.

Once it is pasted to the gate, scholars all over the world will have the desire to steal it.

If those scholars who didn't want to be thieves were tempted to become thieves, who should be blamed for this?

Lin Su smiled: "It's okay, no one can steal it!"

Lin Su wrote...

The tip of the pen is shining with silver light, and the black characters on the red paper exude silver light, each showing the characteristics of the treasure of writing.

A group of girls headed by Xiaotao scrambled to paste the Spring Festival couplets. Just after a Spring Festival couplet was pasted on the gate, a strange thing happened...

The Spring Festival couplets are perfectly integrated with the gate, there is no paper, only deep scratches, such Spring Festival couplets really cannot be stolen...

The first couplet: "Spring breeze, spring rain and spring scenery"

The second line: "New Year, New Scenery, New Home"

Horizontal batch: "changing with each passing day".

Sixteen characters replaced the original "one school, two Jinshi, Dacang Zhuangyuanfang".

Hong Ying cast her eyes on Lin Ying, and whispered: "Husband, have you seen what uncle wants?"

"what?"

Hong Ying glanced at him: "You... the original couplet, a pair of Jinshi, Dacang Zhuangyuanfang, only highlights the literary way, but not the martial arts. The world will think that there are only Lin Erlang and Lin Sanlang in the Lin family, and ignore the Lin Dalang. Uncle’s change was made for you. You don’t need to thank this brotherhood, but you have to know it.”

Lin Ying smiled: "Our three brothers were originally facing each other with sincerity, so why do we care about these situational things? There is a reason for the third brother to write Spring Festival couplets in capitals, but it is definitely not the one you think."

It's Hongying's turn to not understand, why?
Lin Zheng said: "The third younger brother has broken through the realm of literature. His every word and ink are full of cultural treasures. Now it is not unusual for the entire Lin Mansion to be posted. Perhaps he has expected that in the next year, the Lin Mansion will not be able to write. It will be peaceful! I took the opportunity of writing Spring Festival couplets to quietly set up a protective circle around the Lin Mansion."

(End of this chapter)