Yu Wu

The most suitable person who can do this is Jiang Yexue.

Therefore, Mo Xi hurriedly walked towards the Cixin Smelting Shop without delay.

At this time, the night was already dark, and the location of the Mercy Smelting Shop was far away from the downtown area, and there were not many people encountered along the way.Halfway through the journey, a carriage came rattling in the cold mist. As the carriage approached, one could see the paint print of Danzhu bats painted on it, and the golden bells hanging from the four corners of the canopy rang with the wheels of the carriage. .

The coachman wrapped his head in a scarf, tied his sleeves and swung his whip, and whipped it on the golden-winged snow horse's rump.

"Wang Shu Jun is here, give way quickly—"

Mo Xi frowned slightly, Murong Lian?

It's so late, where is he going?

Before he could think too much, the carriage had already sped to his side.The night was so dark that the coachman didn't see Mo Xi's face clearly, and he still shouted at the top of his voice, "Get out of the way! Don't block Wang Shu-jun's way!"

Mo Xi dodged to dodge, and a man who was next to him pulled his wife aside, respectfully lowered his head and waited for Murong Lian's carriage to pass by, then revealed his disgust and whispered: "In the middle of the night, Still yelling to clear the way like this, let it go, let it go—cut, tell the ghost to make way for him? There are only a few people on this road, so there is nothing to panic!"

Mo Xi secretly sighed, thinking that Murong Lian is a real playboy, unpopular.

However, Mo Xi looked back at the carriage leaving in the dust, and felt a little strange in his heart.Murong Lian is extremely lazy, he can't stand the sun, and never goes out if he has nothing to do, what's going on today...

Che Yu from Wangshu Mansion quickly disappeared around the corner and disappeared.

Mo Xi's eyelids twitched slightly, and for some reason he felt palpitations, but he had very important things to do right now, and he was a person who didn't like to trust intuition, so he didn't think too much about it. think.He turned his head, went against Murong Lian's chariot and horses, and walked forward.

Outside the compassionate smelting shop.

"Ah..." The dim-eyed Old Uncle Song opened the door. Taking advantage of the clear moonlight, he saw Mo Xi's face under the moonlight. He was stunned for a while before saying, "It's Mr. Mo..."

Mo Xi asked, "Is Elder Qing Xu there?"

"Ye Xue." Boss Song coughed twice, with a thick phlegm sound, "Ye Xue is not in the shop tonight, he said he has something to do, so he went out to look for it."

The old man was getting old, and he talked in bits and pieces, and after he finished speaking, he happily added: "He also said that he would bring me some pastries from Lianhuafang tomorrow morning. This child is filial and knows the sweet osmanthus in that shop. Cake is the most delicious, I—”

If the old man babbled on, it would be endless.Mo Xi had no choice but to interrupt him: "Old man, I have urgent matters with him, do you know where he went?"

The old man smiled and said: "I know, of course I know. He went to the academy and probably won't be back tonight."

"Well...thank you, old man."

Mo Xi thanked Old Man Song, coaxed him back to the shop to rest, and closed the door of the Mercy Smelting Shop for Jiang Yexue, and put up the "Closed" sign, then walked towards the Academy go.

But not long after walking on the main trail, Mo Xi suddenly met a group of people again.This time it was a black and blue carriage with a silver skull bell and a night owl totem painted on the carriage.

This is the chariot of Zhou He, the elder of Sishutai.

Zhou He can also be regarded as a close relative with a close relationship with the royal family. He is not as tall as Murong Lian, nor is he as domineering as Murong Lian, but everyone in Chonghua knows that he is cruel and not easy to provoke.Moreover, he has a withdrawn personality, loves the surgery platform more than his own Zhou family, and is an out-and-out magic maniac.

Seeing Zhou He's chariot and horse rolling towards the bluestone trail, Mo Xi couldn't help frowning.

What's going on tonight?Why is it so late, Murong Lian and Zhou He didn't sleep either, one or two rushed out.Could it be that something happened to your lord?

But if the king is really ill, Mengze won't sit and review the files so calmly, and he won't be ignorant...

He watched the lanterns of Elder Zhou He's chariot and horses get farther and farther on the trail, and finally turned into two swaying stars like small orange dots, engulfed by the endless night.For some reason, the empty throbbing in his heart became more and more intense.

He always felt that something, which he could not see the outline of at present, seemed to be happening.

-

"Mr. Xihe."

Arriving outside the Cultivation Academy, in front of the gate of Yanglingyu, which is ten people tall, the guards are good-looking and lustful, but they also conscientiously stop Mo Xi.

"It's so late, the palace gates are all locked, why are you here..."

The Academy is like no other place, it is the place where all the young monks of Chonghua retreat and practice, and it is also known as Chonghua's Palace of Dawn.

Because the school is full of young people who have not experienced much in the world, its security is even stricter than that of the royal city.For example, Mr. Xihe could enter the royal city without a pass, but he would be interrogated at the gate of the Cultivation Academy.

Mo Xi understood the rules and was not angry, he just said, "I'm here to find someone, can Elder Qingxu stay in the academy today?"

"It turns out that Xihe Jun is looking for Elder Qingxu." The guard smiled, "Elder Qingxu has a guest today, but the guest hasn't left yet, do you think we have to wait?"

Jiang Yexue is an elegant gentleman.On weekdays, when others have something to worry about, they are willing to find him, because they know that he is humble and easy to talk to.

But they didn't expect that Jiang Yexue had another visitor just after they came back from Bat Island, and they didn't even rest for the night.

Mo Xi didn't want to disturb at first, but the restoration of the jade slip really couldn't be delayed, so he said, "It's okay, I'll go find him myself."

So as usual, he took the passing jade pendant of the school, left it in the book, opened the gate, and entered the Cultivation School.

It was quiet at night, and the little monks had to follow the practice rules formulated by the elders. They had already fallen asleep at Haishi, and there was no one around.The eaves tiles of the huge Cultivation Academy Palace are flying up, and the golden tiles are shining with silver and white light, like a butterfly with withered leaves resting quietly under the sky, and it looks extraordinarily gorgeous like a dream under the light of the bright moon.

After graduating and joining the army, Mo Xi seldom came back to the academy.But fortunately, there were not many changes in the academy, whether it was the school grounds, gardens or palaces, they were still the same as when he practiced martial arts.

Mo Xi didn't have time to recall the past, holding the bag of secrets and hopes under his sleeve, he hurried to the residence of the elders.

When he walked to the residence of Elder Goulian and the Baiyudai Bridge in Wujianping, he suddenly saw a person walking from a distance. Mo Xi took a closer look and couldn't help being stunned.

...Murong Chuyi?

Murong Chuyi lowered his head, and did not see Mo Xi on the other side of the jade bridge, who was walking silently.

He is not as graceful as usual, he is light and airy.For some reason, his gait was a little erratic, his bun was a little crooked, and a few wisps of hair were hanging down by his porcelain jade face.

Mo Xi frowned and said, "...Mr. Murong."

Murong Chuyi suddenly raised his head, as if taken aback.

His usually cold and arrogant face was covered with a layer of panic and embarrassment that could not be cleaned up in time, but what surprised Mo Xi even more was that the corners of Murong Chuyi's eyes were red, as if he had just suffered some humiliation , and the humiliation was sternly endured by him, and it turned into a soft red brocade fish tail, two touches of rouge rippled in the water, dragging on the tip of the phoenix pupil.

"you……"

Murong Chuyi bit his pale and haggard lips, the lips were torn, and blood was hidden in the pursed lips.He suddenly turned his face away, and after a while, as if he was afraid that people would think that there was no silver 300 taels here, he turned back again, looking at Mo Xi with a pair of eyes that were as clear as frost and as sharp as a knife. .

There was still water vapor in those eyes, although Murong Chuyi probably felt that he had concealed himself well and had a bit of a fierce look on him, but Mo Xi only felt that——

The cover up is really poor.

Weakness, resentment, humiliation... nothing covered it up.

After being silent for a while, Mo Xi asked, "...how is sir?"

"……it is good."

The two had their own concerns and looked at each other.

With their temperament and relationship, there is no need to care more. Mo Xi doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, and Murong Chuyi doesn't like to be meddled. Murong Chuyi said: "Let's go."

They gave each other a small gift and passed by.

The night wind blew over Murong Chuyi's snow-white wide sleeves, and the fragrance of hovenia japonica rose from the sleeves. Mo Xi tilted his head, vaguely feeling that besides this elegant fragrance, there was also a faint smell on his body, as if he was Another person has been around, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that you want to reach out to catch the smoke, and you can't catch it no matter what.

Mo Xi looked at Murong Chuyi's retreating back, frowned and said softly, "What is he coming to the academy for...?"

Naturally, no one would answer him. Mo Xi stood there for a while, then turned around and continued to walk forward—although the residences of the elders in the Cultivation Academy are in one place, they are far apart, and each house is built according to the elders. like what you build.For example, Elder Caiwei who teaches wood magic, her house is hidden in a forest of flowers and vines, and the walls are covered with rose vines, each flower is as big as a bowl, and blooms all year round, always tender and tender .Elder Chang Hong, who taught swordsmanship, lived in a thunder-colored enchantment. There was a huge garden around the house, but there were no mountains, rocks, flowers and plants. Instead, there were thousands of swords of different widths and a mixture of old and new. Bundle.

Jiang Yexue's residence is an ordinary wooden house, with a row of bamboo swaying outside the courtyard, which looks extraordinarily elegant and normal among this group of lunatics.

Mo Xi walked to Jiang Yexue's door along the path paved with fine white stone and gravel, bent his long forefinger, and knocked on the wooden door.

"Elder Qingxu."

There was no movement in the room, and after a few more knocks, the door creaked open.

"..."

Inside the half-covered door, a little mud servant poked its head out, but its mud head was knocked off, and only half of its head was left, weeping mournfully.Mo Xi knew that Jiang Yexue had always cherished these mud servants, and it was impossible to damage them, so he couldn't help feeling a little bit in his heart, and asked, "Where is your lord?"

"My lord... my lord... cluck cluck..."

The little mud maid was so bad that he couldn't say any complete sentences, so he could only whimper and spin around on the spot.

"My lord... don't... My lord..."

The door was ajar, and the maid smashed it down. Mo Xi was worried that something might happen to Jiang Yexue, so he opened the door and walked in.This time it was even more shocking.

There were bloodstains scattered on the ground paved with bamboo, and a Ru porcelain Tianqiu vase placed on the screen wall was also smashed to pieces on the ground, and it has not been cleaned up yet.

"Brother Jiang!"

Mo Xi quickly walked into the inner hall, but there was no one there.Going to the bedroom again, the door is pushed open, and there is darkness—there is no light in the room, and the curtains are tightly closed. Instead, there is a familiar smell in the air, but I can’t remember where I smell it. taste.Mo Xi raised his hand and ignited a ball of fire, illuminating the room. There was no one in the room, but the mattress was messy, a few crumpled snow-white clothes were thrown in the corner, and everything else was fine...

"Mr. Xihe?"

--shape.

Suddenly a surprised voice sounded behind him, Mo Xi turned around quickly, and saw Jiang Yexue sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a loose linen white bathrobe, wiping her dripping long hair as black as ink with one hand, while looking at Mo Xi in surprise. .

"why you?"