floating snow

If you are incompetent and famous, you will be silently rewarded by heaven.

As soon as the finishing touch is finished, it is only about the past and the future.

The curtain will fall, Xie Junyu.

As spring is approaching, Confucianism issued an announcement stating that those who are willing to enroll over the age of eight and under 15 can enter the primary school; those over the age of 15 can enter the adult school after passing the test set and serving hundreds of scholars.Le Shizi's teachers gather in the world of Confucianism, take the exams for young students, and give rituals to everyone.Clean up, collapse, welcome the door, make utensils, prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones, enrich the five classics and six arts, expand the market and choose clothes for the opening, leave all the courtyards vacant for guests, banquets for the crowd, prepare for the sacrifices, and marry □□.

The Confucius Festival is approaching, and there will be a lot of traffic immediately.

The high-ranking person will invite friends to join in the grand event, the middle-ranking person will perform their duties with sincerity and truth, and the low-ranking person will be meticulously integrated and on standby.

At this time, everyone in the Confucianism sect acted cautiously, and everyone was busy.

Su Xuyuan passed by Mei Zhihan in a hurry, Killing Mo Luo had obviously become an acquaintance in the courtyard, Mei Zhihan accidentally saw him when he was passing by with a few carts full of ingredients, his eyes lit up There was a raging fire.

"Stinky boy, come here and help me! Don't wander around all day long!"

Killing Shi Moluo didn't intend to get entangled with her, turned around and jumped on the roof, holding Su Xuyuan's collar in his hand.Su Xuyuan patted his hand away on the roof, and said with a smile, "Xuyuan's lightness kung fu is fine, you don't need your help."

Sulshimara raised his eyebrows, "It's good that you don't need to carry the burden, the deity is happy and at ease."

Mei Zhihan raised his eyes, and wanted to say more, the bus stopped, and a group of people rushed up, those who unloaded goods unloaded, and those who delivered water delivered water.

"Aunt Mei, there are a lot of people signing up today. The housekeeper ordered us to prepare more meals. Don't mess with that kid."

"That's right," another person said, "Aunt Mei, if you force him again, maybe there will be melon seed husks in our supper again! If he likes to play, let him play, and if he stays here, he might even give us something to eat." Trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of people couldn't help crying or laughing, and couldn't help but complained a few words, with sparse laughter but not much anger.

Mei Zhihan scolded with a smile, "What's the matter, are you enjoying melon seed shells? What are you doing stuck here? Hurry up and move things in, and the higher up will come to urge you to die..."

"Hahaha, got it!"

Laughter came from far away, lively and festive.Su Xuyuan glanced at the servants who were hurrying down below. They were very lively, and the more magnificent inner courtyard behind the high wall was differently quiet and peaceful.

Sulshimara skimmed across the roof and made a slicing sound.Su Xuyuan looked back with great interest, shook her head and said, "It's strange."

"What's so strange?" Sulshimo Luo said, "It's not like raising them for nothing. What's the result of an annoying smart person like Zhuge Liang who has to do everything himself? It's not exhausted."

"I think you're weird," Su Xuyuan said meaningfully, "Tell me, with your uninhibited temperament and tricky speech, why do they still like you so much?"

"Like it?!" Sulshi Moluo staggered and fell to the ground, almost falling backwards and hitting the small door at the entrance of the courtyard.

Su Xuyuan was amused by his movements, and also lightly landed on the ground, "Have you heard carefully how they talk about you? It's like talking about a naughty child."

Slaughter Moro was deeply disgusted by his description, and pushed open the side door with one hand, very disdainful, "...a lot of nonsense, hurry up!"

Su Xuyuan held him back, "Are you... sure?"

Sulshimara turned his head, "This deity looks like he's joking?"

"It's inappropriate to act so hastily." Su Xuyuan still hesitated.

"Why are you so troublesome?" Sulshimoluo waved his hand away, and said in a strange way, "Isn't it just to watch the performance, what if the deity invited you in person? If it's not because you stay in the room for too long It really hurts my heart to be willing to find you."

Su Xuyuan blinked, "But we don't have invitation cards."

Killing Mara raised his eyebrows, "Who are you?"

"... Su Xuyuan."

"Who is your father?"

"...Su Zhenzhen."

"Isn't that enough?" Sulshimo Luo hurriedly pulled him out and closed the door, and said in a low voice, "Don't dawdle, time waits for no one, hurry up and go away."

Su Xuyuan was pulled out of the small door by him, and was speechless for a while, "I said, you don't want me to take the blame, do you?"

Slaughtering the World Moro clutched his chest and jumped back, as if startled by him, he hurriedly flattered and behaved, "Wow, this deity is one of the three best emperors in the Nine Realms of Asura, how could it be possible to do such a thing without daring to act? product?"

This brother is a little troublesome.

Su Xuyuan sighed, and had no choice but to walk in the direction of the crowd, and said as he walked, "Can you put away your devilish energy?"

"Simple."

"Can you also put away the word 'deity' by the way?"

"easy."

"...The 'three good things' you mentioned just now, which three good things are they?"

"Oh, this, isn't it just good martial arts, good personality, good looks?"

Good personality?Su Xuyuan looked at the sky, he guessed that Shura Kingdom must be a very tolerant and friendly country.

……

The cloud curtain is clear.

There is a person living in this place for the time being, his name is Mo Qingchi, he is a Confucian saint, he once planned to let Yi Yeshu die, and Ye Xiaochai almost died, and now, he also designed the disciple of Fengzhihen to threaten him in exchange for relief. Feng Di came here to see him.

Xie Fengdi cleared his throat and said, "Xie Fengdi was late for the appointment, and I still look forward to Shengsi Haihan."

"Not too late, earlier than expected."

There was a lingering wind caressing the cold and solemn place, and someone walked out slowly.

There is a layer of brocade patterns on the snow-white clothes, and the flowing white long hair is only locked by a golden dragon double-headed crown. The eyebrows are clear and the eyes are straight, and the face is shaved. It looks quite aloof and dignified.He has a long sword in his back, and sometimes he has a shallow smile, and the corners of his eyebrows also have the attacking spirit of a gentleman in the army.

Although it is said that people cannot be judged by their appearance, such an appearance will give people the illusion of being upright and awe-inspiring before speaking.For such a person, Xie Fengdi really did not expect that he would encounter catastrophe when he designed a page of a book, and he really couldn't think of a reason for him to do so.

Mo Qingchi led him in, neither serving tea nor inviting him to sit down. He stood up and began to exchange greetings, "I heard that your Excellency is the vice-host of Guyuan Zhenghe, and I thought it was difficult to make time for the appointment due to the recent turmoil. I was prepared to wait two more days. I didn't expect you to come so early."

Xie Fengdi waved his fan, and said without revealing why he came here, "Xie has someone to share his worries, so naturally he has some free time."

"Oh? Could it be that friend in white who turned out to be born?"

"You have also heard of it?"

"It's just a guess. Maybe we met once."

see once.

Xie Fengdi smiled, "He is a low-key person and rarely born in the world. I never expected to meet Shengsi before. It's strange."

What's so strange about this?Mo Qingchi looked at him, and said unhurriedly, "Is Mr. Luo's friendship situation also within the range that Xie Fengdi must know?"

There was something strange in this remark, Xie Fengdi calmly chose another point, "His surname is Luo?"

"His surname is Luo, and his name is Luo Bi," Mo Qingchi smiled. "At least, when I met him a month ago, he had this name, and he was quite different from the rumored vagabond."

Luo Bi, on top of the snow mountain, Shi Yanwen pretended not to speak, and wrote his name stroke by stroke on his chest.Xie Fengdi raised the corner of his mouth, blinked and pressed it down again. Although he wanted to know the details of this "one-sided relationship", there were more important things to do before him, so he said, "Yanwen can be with Shengsi." The acquaintance is also due to fate, I don't know, can we tell Xie Fengdi the truth based on this fate?"

This is the beginning of the topic.

Mo Qingchi turned his back, and after thinking for a while, asked, "You were invited here just to tell the truth?"

Now that he hesitated, he knew that the truth was not difficult to tell. Perhaps all the previous incidents were caused by difficulties, but a mistake is a mistake, and the responsibility and motivation must be clearly distinguished.However, people are the most important thing now.

"Where is the sword in black?"

"He's fine," Mo Qingchi looked sideways at him, "it's just that he got acupuncture points, and he didn't have any injuries."

That's good, Xie Fengdi heaved a sigh of relief, "Speaking of which, what is the reason why Shengsi took so much trouble to invite Xie to come here?"

"I just want a letter of recommendation."

"Letter of recommendation?"

"That's the truth," Mo Qingchi sighed, unable to tell whether it was helpless or funny, "I want to cultivate the single-edged sword, but the master of the single-edged sword is worried about my good and evil. Only the recommendation of the page book can be taught, so Mo Qingchi came here to ask for help."

"..."

The single-edged sword, similar in shape to the Fusang Dao, accommodates the advantages of the sword and is sought after by the martial arts nowadays.Mo Qingchi prides himself on being intoxicated with the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and it is not surprising to notice this. Judging by the fact that he has helped Fudongcheng deal with Jiuluntian, it is not difficult to get a letter of recommendation, but it is a pity...

Mo Qingchi is a Confucian saint, and he does things upright, but now he threatens Xie Fengdi just to seal a letter of recommendation, it's really funny.It's just that good and evil are inseparable, if someone with evil intentions gets it, it may be a disaster for the martial arts.

But, Mo Qingchi, what is good and evil?

Xie Fengdi thought for a long time, then asked Mo Qingchi, "Your Excellency designed your predecessors and friends for Shan Fengjian?"

"Yes," Mo Qingchi restrained his expression, "The person I'm helping is a Shan Feng."

"...Just to learn the single-edged sword, at all costs, even disregarding human life?"

"……Yes."

"I do not believe."

"..."

Xie Fengdi smiled, and looked him up and down again, "Xie is quite confident in his vision, Your Excellency does not seem to be a person who is unscrupulous in pursuit of the pinnacle of kendo, there must be a deeper reason behind it, if you can't Tell me, it may be difficult for Xie to write this letter."

Threatened and threatened, Mo Qingchi said calmly, "You don't want the life of the black-clothed swordsman?"

"As I said, Your Excellency does not seem to be someone who will do whatever it takes to pursue the pinnacle of swordsmanship."

Mo Qingchi looked at him quietly, and after a long while, he suddenly broke into a smile, "Su Zhenzhen's personality charm, Mo Qingchi has learned it today." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly bowed his hands and bowed in a big salute, "One page book For the matter with Ye Xiaochai, I will return to the Confucianism School and be punished in the next day, and today I will first confess to Your Excellency."

Xie Fengdi smiled without saying a word.

Mo Qingchi shook his head, anyone can act face to face, believe it or not depends on actual actions, of course he understands.

"I practice the single-front sword, in fact, to understand a sword formation. This sword formation is quite famous in Confucianism. I think you should have heard of Xie Fengdi——Yungui sword formation."

Xie Fengdi nodded, "The sword array left on the mountain wall of Yungui a hundred years ago, Xie has admired it for a long time, but he has never seen it with his own eyes."

"In that sword formation, there may be a clue to someone who is very important to me. He has disappeared for 100 years..."

"So you want to open the sword array, improve your cultivation, and even design a page of a book?" Xie Fengdi stared at him closely. He wanted to see something in those eyes, such as falsehood or sincerity.

The ink poured into the pool without dodging or avoiding.

It is sincere.

Xie Fengdi's eyes flashed, "He is very important to you, how important is it?"

"Compared with this person, ruining his reputation is not worth mentioning."

Xie Fengdi was silent again, Mo Qingchi's unrestrained style made him admire, at least "Su Zhenzhen" couldn't kill someone just to find someone.

After a few breaths, Xie Fengdi closed his eyes, "I can give you this letter."

Mo Qingchi also seemed to be relieved, and moved two fingers closer to the left, "Thank you, man, you can take it away."

When the move landed, there was a soft hum, and the young man in black and red soft armor strode forward, with sharp ears, white face, thin and frantic, he raised his palm and was about to swing it down.Xie Fengdi moved, stopped the young man before his palm fell, and said, "Black clothes, slow down!"

Young master Jian in black was fixed beside him for a long time, and he heard their words clearly, and he was somewhat moved. After being stopped by Xie Fengdi, although he was dissatisfied, he stopped moving, but his mouth was still angry, "Captive People are hostages, and the style of Confucianism is becoming more and more admirable."

Xie Fengdi was taken aback for a moment.

He thought of the person who was also taken away by another organization of Confucianism, his own child, Su Xuyuan.

Mo Qingchi was the one at fault, and he couldn't refute anything, he just said, "Sorry."

Shaoru in black had something on his mind, he snorted and ignored him, and stood aside silently.

For a moment.

Mo Qingchi prepared all the brushes, ink and rice paper, and Xie Fengdi swiped his pen to write quickly. To prevent the embarrassment of the process, he asked, "I don't know how Shengsi and Yanwen met that day?"

Mo Qingchi thought for a moment, and said, "Roaming in the rivers and lakes, riding the rapids, I happened to see my friend meditating on the bank, vomiting blood."

click!

Mo Qingchi: "..."

The black-clothed sword master looked at the sound, and immediately lost his gloom, "Tsk tsk, it's a pity that this paper and pen and table are not to blame for the phrase 'respecting the ancients and respecting the virtuous', right? How about changing it to 'sanctified' next time?"

Xie Fengdi: "..."

Shi Yanwen rubbed his nose and looked at the Zixiao silk wheel in the hands of Mr. Yuan. The gorgeous name was crowned with an exquisitely crafted kite wheel. The complicated golden silk thread was spun hundreds of times around the long, rectangular wheel. Like a plaything, but a treasure that should be shelved.

But Mr. Yuan didn't think so, it was his plaything and also his weapon.

What Shi Yanwen wondered was that this kind of thing didn't seem to be taken out very often, but now this thing was right in front of his eyes, without the kite's string going retrograde, straight into the clouds, every time Mr. Yuan pulled it, the clouds seemed to flash There was a flash of electricity, and the sky also fell like a layer.

Mr. Yuan was probably dissatisfied with him, which was expected. The person who was supposed to attend the appointment didn't come, and the person who came didn't have anything to talk about, so it was only natural to be angry.

Xie Fengdi said that it is not impossible for him to change his face at any time, but his outward temperament is mostly a disguise, and the current Mr. Yuan...does he not want to pretend?

"Mr. Yuan," after much deliberation, Shi Yanwen opened his mouth first, "This trip is really because Xie Fengdi is eager to save people and has no time to do it, so I let Yanwen do it for me. If Mr. Yuan has no intention of talking with me, Yanwen I don't force it either."

The implication is that time waits for no one, and if you don't speak again, let it go.

Mr. Yuan waved his hand to call for his attendants, and put the Zixiao silk wheel on the tray. Another attendant came forward with three glasses of wine, and a smile flashed in his cold pupils, "Your Excellency, can't wait?"

Shi Yanwen looked at the cups with a strong smell of wine being placed in front of him one by one, and sighed heavily, "Young Master Su Wen is generous, how can you argue with Yanwen, the microphone? I think it's better to leave this wine to Xie Feng." Dy, I think he can drink ten more cups."

Mr. Yuan raised his eyebrows, and his smile became thicker, "It seems that Mr. Shi came here because of his own reasons?"

"How could it be?" Shi Yanwen picked up a glass of wine, shook it, and said, "Actually, Yanwen is very willing to watch him drink the fine wine with Mr. Yuan."

The words were satisfactory, and Mr. Yuan was in a good mood, so he stretched out his hand to share a cup for him, "Then I hope that Mr. Shi will not be soft-hearted next time we come to you again."

Shi Yanwen blinked, "Why should I soften my heart?"

Young Master Yuan smiled enigmatically, "What do you think?"

There is still some ambiguity in this unfathomable, Shi Yanwen coughed, drank two glasses of wine and said, "I wonder what Mr. Yuan is looking for Xie Fengdi this time to discuss? Or to bring any news, Yanwen can do whatever Convey."

"This time I just want to tell you about the recent progress of the ancient plains struggle for hegemony. There is no rush at this time. Just wait for a letter from me. As for you..." Mr. Yuan paused, "Father of Kuahuan, please go to the mountain and sea wonders to rest." waiting."

Shi Yanwen was slightly startled, but his face remained unmoved. He smiled lightly, "Yanwen thought that the father of boasting fantasy could not leave the wonders of mountains and seas. It seems that Yanwen is ignorant."

Mr. Yuan took a deep look at him, "It's not that the father of Kua Huan can't leave the wonders of the mountains and seas, but he is unwilling to leave the wonders of the mountains and seas. I'm afraid even Xie Fengdi and I can't let him out. Mr. Shi, Zhanlu Wufang was really surprised." different."

If the meaning of temptation is too heavy, it cannot be called temptation.

Shi Yanwen met his gaze, sighed and said, "Because Yanwen is worth it."

"..."