The bright moon sits on the ground

It is said that young people spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain. After a misty rain, they come out one after another.

Xu Lang felt that the same is true for children. It's different every day, like a willow branch. He felt that he didn't pay attention for a while. When he returned to Xiayan City, the only son of Xie's family had grown into him. Some strange appearance.

Xia Yancheng is a rare genius in a century.Whether it is a handyman or a family of officials, this is how he is described.

Different from the Bu family, Tian family, and Qing family, Xie Mu didn't become a disciple of any sect. It was purely due to his talent and his own hard work. Even though he was young, he was already famous and attracted people in the capital. He also looked sideways and praised again and again.

At first,?Some people despised him because of his age,?It was not until I saw Xie Mu that this idea changed.

No one who talked with Xie Mu would treat him as an ordinary child, but as a peer, or an elder. After all, Xie Mu's words and demeanor are too mature and stable ,? And the spells in his arms are admirable enough.

The Bu family hidden in the Fengxue Mountains had also become interested in him and had contacts with him. However, the Bu family never easily accepted outsiders, so even if they recognized Xie Mu's strength, they never proposed such a thing. Invitation - Later, the Bu family was overwhelmed for some time, contact with the outside world gradually decreased, and finally almost cut off contact with the Qin family.

The couple were not stupid either, after Xu Lang left, after several rounds of discussions, they took out the dusty mirror and handed it over to Xie Mu for safekeeping.As for Xie Mu, as Xu Lang said, they later found that they didn't need to worry about him breaking the mirror at all. In fact, compared to them, Xie Mu was the one who valued it the most.

Since then, Xie Mu's pillow has a mirror besides the naive tiger puppet.

There is a silver frame around the edge of this square mirror, which is wide and thick at the top and bottom, and thin at the left and right. There are complex patterns, corresponding to the coats of arms of the four gods and beasts; the mirror surface is smooth and smooth, but nothing can be reflected, it is pitch black, like a deep night that will never die.

Xie's father and mother also asked him how he understood the importance of this mirror when he was still young and should not be sensible.

And Xie Mu replied: "I don't know either, I just feel like someone entrusted it to me."

The man had complete and honest trust in him, and asked him to keep the square mirror safe, and he complied.

However, every time Xie Mu racked his brains to think about who entrusted this mirror to him, he couldn't remember.

Xie father thanked mother for listening, just regarded it as a child's nonsense, inexplicably felt a little relieved, felt that his only son had finally revealed the nature of a child, so he didn't refute, he agreed, but Xie Mu knew that they Definitely won't believe it.

The Taoist priest surnamed Ji left two scrolls, Xie Mu read them over and over again, and asked his parents if there were some characters he didn't understand. At first, the parents could easily solve his confusion. They don't even know the word, so they gritted their teeth and asked Xie Mu to go to the school to listen. As a result, he learned it quickly and could understand it, so the husband made an exception and accepted him.

There is not a word in the scroll that mentions this mirror named "Sifang Kaitian Mirror", nor does it say how to use it.

However, when Xie Mu held the mirror tightly, a sense of familiarity came to him from nowhere.This may be self-taught, his parents have been pondering for a long time but have not figured out a trick, but in his hands, they are like fish in water.

Occasionally, he likes the new and dislikes the old, so he abandons the tiger puppet, embraces Sifang Kaitianjing in his arms, and falls asleep deeply.

After waking up, Xie Mu stared blankly at the emptiness in front of him for a long time, sucked his nose, and then felt sour in his throat, the pillow was wet, and the water trail spread like a meandering river. I touched the corner of the eye with my hand, and when I touched it with my fingertips, it really felt wet.

There are too many dreams, messy and without logic. He once dreamed that the yellow dog from the next door fell into the ditch.

Every day at dawn, the darkness fades away, and so do the dreams, and there is nothing left in my mind, only the emotion in my chest.

He knew what kind of dream he probably had, but when he tried his best to keep it, the remnant of the dream quickly slipped through his fingers.Xie Mu was in a daze for a while again, he seldom stayed in bed, but today he curled up in bed and remained silent for a long time, and when he went to look at the Sifang Kaitian mirror in his arms that was warmed by him, there was no scene in his mind , while he was not paying attention, surged up.

Xie Mu hurriedly took the net to catch him, but Meng laughed again and scattered in a rush, leaving only a faint impression.

It seems that someone once taught him how to use this mirror, he thought, and, at that time, he was probably a little resistant, that person pestered him and begged him several times, perhaps out of a child's show-off, he I knew it in my heart, so I reluctantly agreed.

"Look, this is called 'opening the sky'."

There was a light in the mirror, Xie Mu looked out the window, the sky was just at dawn, the scene in the mirror was no different from the scene when the sky broke.This small square mirror seems to hold the entire vast sky. Although it is night, there is the light of day, which disperses in all directions, dispelling the darkness and cold of the night.Warm colors spread slowly between the heaven and the earth, just like Pangu holding a huge axe, opening up the world and creating all things;

There should be more than that, he told himself, logically, this mirror can do more than that.

It comes from parents' deep concern for their children, and it should be able to reverse Yin and Yang. There is nothing like it in the world.

However, the color of the mirror has faded now, as if it has experienced an unimaginably difficult battle, and its body is covered with bruises.

"Now the sun is covering the moon." The man pointed to the sun and moon decorations, and said, "I went to ask Wu...and Liu...to complete it together."

"I like to use 'Blocking the Moon' the most on weekdays. Didn't you ask me where I went before, why can't I find my trace on the astrolabe?" When a person is quiet, he uses it to hide from the eyes of all things. I only told you about this matter, you should not complain to my mother, otherwise she will say that I don't look like I have a heavy responsibility. "

Xie Mu's hand gently stroked the mirror, the light in the mirror gradually faded, and it returned to that quiet look again.

How much he wanted to remember those dreams, and how quickly those dreams escaped, he could only hear vague voices, but he couldn't see what the person in the dream looked like, and he didn't know who the person was, even so , also gave him a familiar feeling.

It seems that they have been together for a long time, longer than a hundred years, longer than a thousand years, longer than the mountains and rivers in this world.

But how old is he now, Xie Mu thought, is this an innocent dream born out of his imagination, or something that actually happened somewhere?He didn't know, he only knew that other people would take his words as a joke.

At a young age, when other children were pushing and fighting, Xie Mu was already worrying about various things.

Before, he had never been exposed to these, and he hadn't been enlightened yet, so he never realized that he had talent in this area.

But now, as time goes by, the more Xie Mu's reputation spreads, the more people visit him.

He determined geomantic omen for princes and generals, and he also read hexagrams for ordinary people.

It is easy to do, as calm as if it has been experienced thousands of times.

Occasionally, Xie Mu would think of visiting him that year, saying that he was the Taoist priest of "The Buddha reincarnated, the blue bird was reincarnated". This sentence spread farther than his name. When some people came to the door, they called him "Blue Bird", He was not surprised at all, so he responded.

The priest's surname is "Ji", but apart from this, Xie Mu doesn't know anything about it.

What is his identity, why did he give the scroll to himself, and where is he now?

Blowing out the candles, making the room sink into darkness, and staring at the beams, Xie Mu would be thinking about these issues.

The shadow of night lingered at the foot of his bed, and the clear and cold moonlight shone in through the window lattice, leaving a gap in his quilt.

That Daoist Ji said that when Xie Mu finished his studies, he would come back to ask for those two thick scrolls. At that time, would he also mention the matter of accepting him as a disciple again?He seems to know everything, can he also predict these dreams of his own?

Xie Mu's thoughts were flying, and two or three birds were startled from the branches, flying across the night sky, piercing the evening wind, and disturbing the moon shadow.

Can he explain where this square opening mirror came from?And who is that person who always appears by his side in the dream?What is their relationship?Xie Mu thought about it slowly, and suddenly an impulse rose in his chest. He desperately wanted to run out of the house in the middle of the night, into the deserted wilderness, and walk with Xingyue, so as to calm down the impetuous emotions. get relief.

Probably that person occasionally wants to leave everything behind and find a remote place where there are no people to be alone.

Xie Mu groped, took the mirror over by the moonlight, and said in a soft and low voice, "covering the moon".

The sight of everything faded away, and the mixed emotions gradually became boring, and turned away without nostalgia.

He finally got leisure, and sleepiness leaped to his eyelids, pulling his thoughts down, until he went to the next dream.

Wait a little longer, he thought in a daze, in a few years, when he sees that Daoist Ji again, at that time...

Thoughts came to an abrupt stop, and the dark dream swept up, engulfing all the unfinished things in the surging tide.