red and white

The two revealed their identities to each other. It turned out that Hua Bucheng was the closed disciple of the legendary Jiange Pavilion Master, who had been practicing alone in the pavilion for a hundred years.

Unable to draw: "I am the fool in the legend."

Mo Qingbei felt that this beauty might not have a good mind.

He explained why he came, and if he couldn't finish the painting, he took him to the top floor to watch the stars. He said as he walked, "You came at the wrong time. There is a sea of ​​clouds and high tide in the past few nights, so it is very likely that you will not be able to see the stars."

"But it's been a long time since a Penglai disciple was punished to go to Jiange to watch the stars." He said with a slight smile: "Everyone thinks this place is haunted."

Mo Qingbei had nothing to say: "How long is a long time?"

Unable to draw, he turned his head and thought for a while, "Sorry, what year is it now?"

Mo Qing Cup reported the chronology.

"It should be more than 90 years." If the painting is not completed, forget it, and said: "Since the death of the master, I have been practicing alone in the Jiange, and no one has visited since then."

Mo Qingbei glanced at the youthful appearance of the person in front of him, "May I ask, is this year senior?"

Unable to draw: "Multiply your age by ten."

So Mo Qingbei began to feel that the beauty's brain is not easy to use, which is understandable, after all, she is old.

Unable to draw the door, the top floor is actually a dock, and a gazebo is built next to the dock.

There was no water, only a small boat floating in the air, and a rootless flower tree bloomed beside it.

The Jiange is originally located on the highest mountain in Penglai, and the top floor is located at a very high place, surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds, if there is substance.

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand.

But it’s true that the painting can’t be done. There are indeed no stars and no moon tonight. Mo Qingbei is not worried about this. Anyway, there is always a way to get away with it. He cares more about what the other party said before. What means?"

"Hush." ​​Unable to draw, put his index finger on his lips, "Be safe and don't be impatient."

The two stepped into the boat and lit a lamp at the bow.

In an instant, the whole flower tree lit up, the flower buds turned into goldfish, and the tail of the fish swam past. There was a sound of wind chimes, the air became humid and heavy, and the flowers and water floated and sank in the air.

The sea of ​​clouds gathered from all around and gradually submerged the roof of the building, the boat soared into the sky, and the waves of clouds beat the boat like real water waves.A vermilion bird leaped from the bottom of the boat, shed its long feathers in mid-air, and turned into a goldfish.

The clouds gathered and dispersed, and the lingering white mist gradually receded from the bow of the boat. Only then did Mo Qingbei realize that the Jiange under his feet had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a silver lake.

The flat boat floats on the lake, and the water is calm.

"Above the Jiange Pavilion and under the full moon, there is a large silver lake named Baiyunbian." Unable to complete the painting, he took out a blue fishing rod from somewhere, "Baiyunbian only appears when the sea of ​​clouds is at high tide, and you can only see it once a year. Junior brother It's a coincidence."

Mo Qingbei was fascinated, "I only heard from my seniors that watching a horse in the sea of ​​clouds."

"That's a rumor. No one has been to the Jiange for too many years. Everyone is spreading rumors."

Unable to explain the painting: "Watching horses in the sea of ​​clouds is an old joke many years ago. At that time, my master was still alive. I smoked too much in the attic one day, puffing and puffing like a sea of ​​clouds. I didn't realize that several days had passed. When I came back to my senses, I lamented the time." It is like a white horse passing through the gap, so it is nicknamed "Viewing the Horse in the Sea of ​​Clouds."

Mo Qingbei: "..."

"This is the last scene among the ten scenic spots and eight scenic spots in Penglai." Unable to complete the painting, he threw out the fishing rod, "The immortals are fishing, beside the white clouds."

Unable to draw a lot of fish, it turns out that Mo Qingbei was right to bring a basket of garlic—boil the soup to remove the fishy smell.

The two sat on the bow of the boat and drank soup, "I haven't had time to ask, why was my junior brother punished to come to Jiange?"

"Because I went down the mountain to buy pig's trotters to eat." Mo Qingbei said while drinking the soup, "I'm still doing wholesale reselling in the same door."

He hiccupped, "It ended up being sold to Master."

"Master thought it tasted good, and wanted the kitchen to make more, but I didn't expect it wasn't made by the kitchen, so I found it all the way."

"If you get punished, you get punished. The old man still limped around and hinted that I would bring him more next time I go down the mountain."

Finally he shrugged.

"Of course, no money."

Unable to draw, he laughed out loud, "You and I, Master, were also of the same generation back then. We haven't seen each other for many years, and my uncle's temper has not changed."

As he said that, he looked at Hua Bucheng, "Brother, what about you? Why have you been staying in Jiange?"

"I follow the master's last order to practice here." Hua Wucheng said: "I don't know the realm, so I can't leave."

The next day, when Mo Qingbei went down the mountain, he was surrounded by his seniors, and everyone asked him what he saw in Jiange.

Mo Qingbei thought for a while and said, "There are big fish."

"Easy to eat."

Later, the disciples all said that there lived a water monster with indigestion in the Jiange.

After that, Mo Qingbei often went to the Jiange, and the mountain roads were long and steep, and he walked for a day and a night.He carried with him a jug of wine, a sword, and all sorts of new gadgets he'd picked up lately.Bai Yunbian can only be seen once a year, and fishing is not an option, so the two of them brewed tea and talked in the gazebo next to the dock, surrounded by vast expanses of clouds and snow.

Being unable to draw is not a fool as rumored, on the contrary, the other party has extremely high attainments in the way of swordsmanship.Mo Qingbei had seen him practicing sword on a tall building, a sword startled the dragon, rolled up a thousand piles of snow, and where the sword intent was born, lotus flowers bloomed.

Mo Qingbei knew that he was invincible, but with a youthful heart, he had been defeated in a row, but his fighting spirit became stronger. The two discussed swords in the snow, brewed tea in the clouds, sang and drunk during the day, and sat and lay down in the sea of ​​stars at night.

The other party's temperament is very compatible with him, the outside is like white jade, and there are sword bones inside.

They always washed their swords with wine after a fierce battle, and then got drunk.

With his gift, Mo Qingbei's swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds, and by the time he reaches the crown, he will already be the best in his class.

Unable to draw a sword was given to him on the day he became an adult. According to the Penglai tradition, it is the responsibility of the master to bestow the sword, but since he started practicing swords with Unable to draw, the master seldom taught him anything, just snorted, Follow him with your eyes open.

Mo Qingbei was not sure whether he should accept this sword or not, the sword of Jiange has many origins, if it is some kind of peerless magic weapon, it would be a waste of money if he used it as a shoulder pole to carry wine.He hesitated for a few days, but he couldn't see his thoughts and told him: "This sword is not a treasure, it was made when I learned how to forge swords decades ago, it is not considered an ancient relic."

Mo Qingbei went through the records and found out that Huabucheng is the only swordsmith left in Penglai.

One day, the master rarely called him to the front, and said casually: "In a few days, there will be a sword-testing meeting at the door, and you will participate in the battle this year."

Mo Qingbei thought he heard it wrong, "Isn't that right, Master? I still have more than a dozen senior brothers on my head. I have only been with you for twelve years, and I am the youngest. Are you not afraid that I will embarrass you?"

The master stroked his beard and said, "I didn't teach you your swordsmanship, so you can't lose me."

"The people in the Jiange are invincible when they leave the pavilion." After learning about the failure of the painting, there was no reaction, and the cloud said lightly: "If you lose, it will be the face of the Jiange."

Looking at the other party's gentle expression, Mo Qingbei suddenly regretted telling him the news.

"Then what, let's discuss it." He tried to say: "You see, I am not a Jiange disciple who is rooted in Zhengmiaohong. My master is an alchemist. My swordsmanship is so good that it can be regarded as a deformed development. It is not shameful to lose. ..."

"You are not really a Jiange disciple." Hua Bucheng changed his voice: "But you were taught by me, no matter how bad you are, you are still a training partner."

He glanced at him while talking, "Do you think you will lose?"

Mo Qingbei scratched his head, "That's not possible."

"Then why don't you want to go to war?"

"Because there is a big meeting at the foot of the mountain on the day of the sword test meeting, I want to go for a drink."

"...You really live up to your name." It's a pity that the painting can't be said, "Penglai didn't learn the Tao with wine, otherwise maybe you could be a wine master."

Advise the king not to pour the cup, and to get drunk.

After thinking for a while, he said: "The first-class winners of the sword test can enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, where there is a jar of wine that my master hid back then."

"If you win, I will tell you where the wine is hidden."

Later, it became a well-known story. The amazingly brilliant genius was thrown out with a pot and lay down on the green steps until dawn.

After going down the mountain, another hundred years passed.

For a hundred years, Mo Qingbei would sneak back to Penglai every time it was cold, still carrying a jug of wine, a sword, and the new gadgets he collected from various places in the past year, to go fishing at the high tide of the sea of ​​clouds and white clouds.

"Many new disciples have been recruited in the sect, and many faces have been born." Mo Qingbei couldn't stand the taste of fish soup in his mouth, and took a big gulp of wine, "It's been 100 years, some people don't know me at all, and the rumors are still there Flying all over the sky."

He was talking about the incident that he was thrown out of the Buddhist scriptures Pavilion back then, which is still talked about by everyone, and some people even rumored that he was an alcoholic.

"To each other, I haven't been down the mountain for nearly 200 years." Hua Bucheng said: "It is still called a water monster with indigestion by everyone."

Mo Qingbei choked: "These cultivators, who are full and have nothing to do every day, love to gossip even more than women."

"There are many people who are beginners, but few are those who have the fate of immortality." Hua Wucheng said: "Penglai's lineage has been seeking longevity since ancient times, but it only increases lifespan for hundreds of years. Few people successfully ascend to the ascension."

"I've always wanted to ask." Mo Qingbei said: "After hundreds of years of seeking the Tao, has anyone really become a fairy?"

Hua Bucheng shook his head, "I don't know about it, maybe only the Changshengzi himself knows."

The contemporary eldest son is Mo Qingbei's master, who is also the head of Penglai. He thought about his master's beard and staring eyes, and shrank his neck, "Forget it, my expulsion order has not been withdrawn, I still don't go Bad luck."

"How is Master Uncle's health recently?"

"Before I went to the Jiange, I took a look and it looked good. He doesn't like bigu, he can eat and drink." Mo Qingbei said with a smile: "Obviously you are the one who lives in Penglai, but you came to ask me for news."

"I'm used to living in Jiange, but you, when are you going to come back?"

"I think Master is still angry." Mo Qingbei leaned back and slumped on the small boat, "And I went down the mountain to be happy and happy. There are all kinds of things in the world, and I can see many things that cannot be seen on the mountain."

"It's up to you, just have fun."

"Let me tell you something." Mo Qingbei sat up abruptly, "I plan to take the imperial examination next year."

"Go again?" Hua Bucheng said: "Didn't you participate in it before? You also ordered Tanhua."

"That happened more than a hundred years ago, and diplomas also have a shelf life." Mo Qingbei said, "But this time I didn't go to the exam in white, I prepared an identity for myself--the grandson of the former great scholar , so that we can go to the capital to clear up the relationship, maybe we can become the number one scholar."

Unable to paint, showing hesitation, "Bachelor? I remember that your previous official position was also..."

"That's right!" Mo Qingbei slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "Just use my previous identity, and now I am my former grandson!"

After all the twists and turns, the man was still complacent, "Being my own grandson, I won't suffer anyway."

Shaking his head helplessly when the painting failed, "Didn't you say that being an official is boring, why did you start thinking about the emperor's family again?"

"The flames are about to rise." Mo Qingbei said, "If you are not in the world, you may not be aware of it, but the world is quite lively nowadays."

"I heard something." Hua Bucheng said: "There is a smell of beacon fire in the sea of ​​clouds. When the white crane returns in spring, it brings news that the court has lost the battle."

"It was a defeat, and it was a terrific loss. The door of the first kingdom was knocked open."

Mo Qingbei stood up and shook his long clothes, "I have a hunch, this is just the beginning. The emperors and generals in the palace thought that signing a few peace treaties would send the barbarians away, but they didn't come here to beg for food, they came robbery."

"The world today is facing great changes."

If you can't finish the painting, you put away the fishing rod, "It's good for you to have a sense of proportion, don't play too much, the immortal is too deep in the world, it's not good."

"Why do you even say that?" Mo Qingbei smiled, "It's exactly the same as that little monk."

"Little monk?"

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that I met a very interesting little novice in the world." Mo Qingcup said: "He walked around the streets with a porcelain bowl, and he even made a fortune teller for me many years ago. At first I thought he was just a small Jianghu, but I didn't expect the calculation to be quite accurate."

"I made a fortune teller for you many years ago, but your face still remains the same?" Hua Bucheng pondered: "So, the other party is the same way?"

"No." Mo Qingbei said mysteriously: "I only found out his real identity later, who do you think he is?"

"He is the fortune teller of this generation."