The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

On the eighth day after Mo Ran left, Xue Zhengyi received his first letter.

Huanhua paper, the handwriting is crooked, trying to correct it, but unfortunately it doesn't help.

"Don't worry, uncle. I'm at Fanhua Ferry today. Everything is fine. There was an evil incident here a few days ago, but fortunately there were no casualties. My nephew has already cleaned up the troublesome water ghosts. Now the ferry crossing is very peaceful. The boss of the boat has been taken away." Five hundred silver bills, attached with the letter. Greetings to my aunt and master."

On the 120th day, No.20 two letters.

"Don't read it, uncle. My nephew recently got a top-grade spirit stone by chance. If it is inlaid on Xue Meng's Longcheng scimitar, it can become an inexhaustible weapon. Although it can't be compared with Shenwu, it is also very rare. Greetings to my aunt and master."

Day 130, No.20 four letters.

"Don't read it, uncle. My nephew is practicing in Snow Valley recently. It is cold all day long in Snow Valley, and it is easy to produce exotic flowers and trees. Among them, Shuanghua snow lotus is the most rare, but it is a pity that the flower field is guarded by a thousand-year-old ape demon. When my nephew first came, he had spiritual power. I am lowly, and I am not skilled enough to pick them. I have worked hard these days, and I was able to break through my defenses. I picked more than ten flowers and sent them back together with the letter. My aunt and master are well."

……

With the letter, there are often some playful objects, elixir, wood and stone.

In addition to the letter to Xue Zhengyong, Mo Ran will also write to the teacher in private, the content is about the world's knowledge, asking about trivial matters such as warming and adding clothes.

The ink pen stains the paper, and there will be typos from the beginning. Later, although the characters are not very beautiful, but the horizontal and vertical, the structure is gradually becoming more and more mature, and the typos are becoming less and less. .

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

On this day, Xue Zhengyi received another letter from Mo Ran while drinking the new spring tea.

He finished reading with a smile, and handed the letter to Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang looked at it and laughed: "This child's handwriting is getting more and more beautiful."

"Like a person?"

"who?"

Xue Zhengyi blew on the tea leaves, and found a copy of "Ancient Enchantment Collection" from the desk volume: "Do you see that Yuheng's is [-]% similar."

Mrs. Wang flipped through the scroll in her hand, and said in surprise, "It really looks like it."

"When he first came to the summit of death and life, he worshiped Yuheng as his teacher. Yuheng asked him to read the book first, but he didn't know a few words. Later, Yuheng taught him for a long time. From his My own name, from simple to difficult." Xue Zhengyi shook his head, "At that time, he didn't learn carefully, and he always dealt with it like a talisman, but now he looks decent."

Mrs. Wang said with a smile: "He should go down the mountain for a longer walk. I think he's calmed down a lot outside."

Xue Zhengyi also laughed, and said: "I don't know what he will look like after traveling for five years. How old would he be at that time? 22?"

"22."

"Sigh." Xue Zhengyi sighed, and seemed to be a little emotional, "I thought Yuheng would take them until they were 20 years old, people are not as good as God."

People are not as good as heaven, and Mo Ran thinks so.

He traveled all over the world, from the misty and rainy land in the south of the Yangtze River to Dasan Pass in the northern part of Saibei.In the summer, I drank a sip of Yuejiu by sitting on the mash river, and listened to a Qiang flute around the fire pond in the winter snow.

After proclaiming himself emperor in his previous life, the world belonged to him, but he had never traveled all over thousands of rivers and mountains to see the lights of fishing boats in the east and the Karez stream in the west. Cracked, soles hard as iron.I have never heard the little boy in the pear garden in the reed pond babbling and babbling, his voice piercing into the clouds, and his voice is like cracking silk:

"It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere, and they are all ruined like this..."

He is no longer Ta Xianjun, and he will never be Ta Xianjun again in this life.he is--

"Big brother." This is the crisp and tender voice of a child in the market, "Big brother, can you help me save this little bird? Its wings are broken, and I, I don't know what to do."

"Xiaoxianjun." This is the hoarse voice of the old village head of Shijiu Village, "Thank you, thank you, if not for you, our village is full of orphans, widows, old and weak, and the evil spirits make trouble, we can only leave our hometown. Immortal Monarch's kindness and virtue, this old man... this old man will never forget it."

"Good-hearted man." This is the beggar I met on the road, with a trembling voice, "Good-hearted man, our mother and I have not had a full meal for many days, please do me a favor and show mercy..."

Mo Ran closed his eyes.

Open it again.

Because someone called him.

"Master Mo."

He was somewhat stung by this title, and looked up at the dark man who called him that, feeling a little helpless: "I am not a master, but my master is. Don't call me that again."

The man scratched his head honestly: "I'm sorry, everyone in the village calls you that. I know you don't like it, but you can't change it."

In recent days, Mo Ran has been living in a village on the border of the Lower Xiujie. A few miles outside the village stands a towering snow mountain. There are often snow ghosts coming down the mountain to make trouble. The Night Tour God Mecha is enough to deal with it.It's a pity that this small village is too remote, and Ye Youshen didn't benefit here, so he had no choice but to try to do it according to the map left by his master.

He failed many times, and finally made the first one. The night tour god he made is far less beautiful and flexible than the master's, but the wooden figurine is creaky, but it can be used.

This novelty made the villagers in these backwaters very happy, calling him one by one Mo Zongshi, which made Mo Ran very embarrassed.

But the more embarrassing thing is yet to come.

It was an evening, and the sunset dyed half of the sky red.He came back from studying in Taishan Academy, walking on the bustling Xinglin path, suddenly someone shouted.

"Master Chu!"

Hearing this name, Mo Ran didn't even have time to think, and immediately turned back, and then he was really funny. There are so many warlocks surnamed Chu in the world, but now he has heard that the wind is rain, and he thought that his master woke up early.

how can that be possible.

He shook his head with a smile, and was about to turn around when he heard another shout: "Master Chu!"

"..."

Mo Ran held a stack of books and squinted his eyes to read in the crowd.Suddenly he saw someone waving to him, but unfortunately he was too far away, he couldn't see the person's face clearly, he could only roughly see his clothes and figure, it was a young man in a blue Taoist robe, with a bow on his back, followed by a wolfhound.

The man approached quickly, but when Mo Ran and him could see each other's facial features clearly, they were both stunned.

"You are……"

"Mo Ran." He reacted before the other party, holding the scroll, and it was inconvenient to carry luggage. He nodded briefly, and his gaze stopped on the young man's face for a moment curiously, "I didn't expect to meet Mr. Nangong here, good skillful."

It turned out that the person who called him "Master Chu" was none other than Nan Gongsi, the son of Confucianism.

Because this guy died early, Mo Ran had never met him in his previous life, but Chu Wanning was different. Chu Wanning was once a guest minister of Confucianism, and Nangong Si must be familiar with him.Mo Ran looked him up and down, and his eyes stopped for a while on the quiver in Nangong Si's hand.

It was a very old cloth quiver with patterns of camellias embroidered on it, the patterns have faded due to too much time, and the bright petals and leaves are slightly withered and yellow, as if the fragrance embroidered on the cloth will eventually fade away. It can't last long, and it will wither one day.

Nangong Si is bright and beautiful, only this quiver is very broken, and even the traces of sewing can be clearly seen. Mo Ran knows that this quiver must be a precious thing to him, but who in this world does not have two or three old brooms to cherish What about things?No matter how beautiful people are, they will also have a memory that will accompany them for a long time in their hearts.

No one is as simple and heartless as they seem.

Nangong Si frowned: "Mo Ran... I remember. Master Chu's apprentice?"

"Ah."

Since this was the case, Nangong Si's attitude became a little better, and he said, "I'm sorry, it was too far away just now. Looking at your figure and dress, I thought it was the master who left the customs early, but I didn't know."

Mo Ran looked away from the quiver, and did not ask questions ignorantly, but replied peacefully: "I heard you shouting like this just now, and I thought it was the master who left the customs early, and I didn't know."

Nangong Si laughed, perhaps because of his noble birth, even when he laughed, there was still a bit of arrogance in his handsome brows.And his arrogance is different from Xue Meng's arrogance. Xue Meng is arrogant and arrogant, while Nan Gongsi seems to be a little more hostile, a little arrogant and irritable.

But he was born very well, this kind of hostility did not make him scary, but a little more wild.

Mo Ran couldn't help but think in his heart, Nangong Si and Nangong Si are really a free horse.

While he was in a daze, he heard Nan Gongsi say: "The sky was broken in the ghost world before, and Grandmaster Chu was in trouble. I was sad for a long time. Fortunately, with the guidance of the master, the master can be brought back to life. When he wakes up later, I will definitely die. Top visit."

"Then wait for your master."

Nangong Si waved his hand, and suddenly saw the book in Mo Ran's hand, and wondered: "What are you doing, Brother Mo?"

"read."

Nangong Si originally thought that the reading he was talking about should be reading some obscure and difficult volumes. Unexpectedly, after a closer look, he found that they were all classics such as "Xiaoyaoyou" and "Book of Rites". Said: "These... are all basic scriptures. I recited them all when I was a child. What do you think these are useful for?"

Mo Ran didn't feel ashamed, his eyes were calm, and he said: "When I was young, I couldn't even write my own name."

"Cough..." Nangong Si was a little embarrassed, "Are you enrolled in an academy?"

"Well. These days, I just want to collect some spiritual stones for practice on Mount Tai. I saw that Xinglin Academy opened a new lecture. There is nothing to do. Come and listen."

Nan Gongsi nodded, seeing that it was getting late, and said: "Look at this, Brother Mo hasn't eaten dinner yet. Since you are in the Confucianism School, and you are the apprentice of Master Chu, I naturally want to do my best as a landlord. It just so happens that my companion is waiting for me in a nearby restaurant, how about going for a drink together?"

Mo Ran thought about it, and felt that there was nothing wrong anyway, so he said: "But it's disrespectful."

"Wuyulou. One of the most famous restaurants in Linyi. The Jiuzhuan Fat Sausage is delicious. Have you heard of it?" Nangongsi asked him as he walked.

"Why haven't I heard of it." Mo Ran laughed and said, "One of the best restaurants in the Shangxiu world. Mr. Nangong, you really know where to choose."

"I didn't pick the place."

"Oh, that's it?"

Nangong Si said: "My companion picked it."

As a person who has lived a lifetime, Mo Ran is more or less aware of the intricate relationship between Confucianism and Confucianism. Although he doesn't say anything, he is a little surprised in his heart and thinks to himself: Ye Wangxi is here too?

But he followed Nangong Si to the restaurant, opened the beaded curtain of the wing room and stepped in.The people inside made him almost choke——

I saw Song Qiutong dressed in light plain clothes, standing by the window in a pavilion, and the peach blossoms were blooming outside. When she heard the sound, she turned her head, and the golden steps on her temples shone and shone. It looks good.

The half of Mo Ran's foot subconsciously retracted.

He was thinking, is there still time to tell Nangong Si that he doesn't like Lu cuisine, especially Jiuzhuan fat intestines?