As one of the strongest people on this continent, Xin Yaoguang is not afraid of any enemy, but in this world where there are no "immortals", no matter how powerful a being is, he is unable to do many things.
It was like although she sensed the sudden movement of the bright moon in the night sky, she could not trace the source of the change.
As for the mysterious starry sky in the universe, slight disturbances are all too common, which makes her even less likely to associate them with star officials.
Especially...after the old man who single-handedly created the "Star Official" path passed away.
Xin Yaoguang felt inexplicably sad.
"Master." There were footsteps coming from far and near behind him, and then the girl's calm voice.
Xin Yaoguang did not turn around, she was wrapped in a feather coat and bathed in the silvery moonlight. Her starry eyes were half open and half closed, and she said lightly: "Is something wrong?"
"Elder Chen reported something related to the biography of the imperial master..." Then, there was a detailed description of the matter, including how the Hanlin Academy discovered the manuscript and how it found the young man.
Xin Yaoguang listened quietly without interrupting, until the girl finished narrating, she seemed to smile: "That's good luck."
I don’t know who this “good luck” refers to.
The girl continued: "Elder Chen said that since that Si Chen knows many secrets of the Imperial Master, perhaps including the notes of Master Liyang."
She did not continue, because she knew that Master would definitely hear the underlying meaning.
Xin Yaoguang looked at the bright moon and was silent for a long time.
Just when the girl behind her felt sleepy and couldn't help but want to ask more questions, she finally spoke and whispered: "Go and meet him."
…
At night, the imperial palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty was brightly lit, and the tunes of the palace musicians were melodious for a long time before dissipating.
Yesterday, a distinguished guest came to the palace. It's just that the great cultivator from "Molin" was too picky about music, so he was always a little careless at the banquet.
Not surprising. Everyone in the world knows that the practitioners in the "Molin" specialize in "painting" and "music", and have even pushed these two ordinary skills to a sublime realm.
However, only Gao Mingjing himself knew that the real reason for his distraction was not this, but thinking about "Yuanqing Ceremony".
There are also struggles in the world of spiritual practice. For Taoist sects to take the lead and teach ancient and modern monks, the major sects have an attitude of neither opposing nor supporting.
On the one hand, only the two sects of "Buddha" and "Tao" with the deepest foundation have the strength to carry out this huge project. Being famous in history is not just a dream for ordinary people. Monks are also not exempt from the secular world. After all, who doesn't care about their reputation after death?
Don’t want to be famous forever?
Not to mention it will affect the reputation of the sect?
On the other hand, there is secret dissatisfaction. When the Great Zhou Imperial Master was alive, he had his support, and the Taoist sect was the undisputed number one in the world. Now, although Xin Yaoguang has taken over the position of the Empire's patron saint...
However, this female headmaster of the Taoist sect has "too little qualifications" and lacks enough brilliant achievements to make the world's monks follow her.
So there was pushback on the editing work of the Hanlin Academy, and yesterday's counterattack to find mistakes in front of the God Emperor.
It’s just that the world has been at peace for a long time, and it is impossible for the major sects to activate their weapons for a "Grand Ceremony". Therefore, the important task of challenging the "No. 1 Sect in the World" to shake the Tao Sect falls on this summer's "Shendu Grand Prize" .
At that time, the sects in the Great Zhou Kingdom will gather in the Divine Capital and send out young disciples for a competition.
Although the Buddhists of the Southern Tang Dynasty, as well as the demon and barbarian tribes will not participate, it is just an internal grand gathering within the Great Zhou Dynasty, but it is enough to attract the attention of the world.
As one of the "great painters" of Mo Lin, Gao Mingjing also has the ambition to improve the ranking of the sect.
As for Qin Tian Jian...
Gao Mingjing shook his head. In the hundred years since the Great Zhou Imperial Master had been in seclusion, his influence had declined year by year. After the Imperial Master passed away, under the leadership of the mediocre Qin Tianjian, Qin Tianjian was no longer a strong opponent in the competition.
"National Division……"
Standing in front of the guest room table, Gao Mingjing looked through the opened carved window sash and looked at the full moon in the night sky, feeling longing for it.
Suddenly, in his field of vision, a circle of ripples seemed to rise on the surface of the bright moon, spreading towards the infinite and deep universe.
"Wow." His thoughts fluctuated. On the mahogany table in front of him, a roll of white paper spread out on its own, and the ink in a dark old inkstone rolled like frost and snow.
Wearing a large robe and looking about thirty years old, Gao Mingjing, with long silver hair hanging loosely behind him, hung from his wrist and had a paintbrush in his hand.
A dark green girl about half the size of a palm suddenly emerged from the inkstone. She puffed up her cheeks and spit out a mouthful of ink towards the tip of the pen.
Gao Mingjing wanted to record this celestial scene with a painting, but he never put pen to paper because the changes in the bright moon were like a flash in the pan, and the desire to create in his heart also disappeared.
"Alas." Gao Mingjing shook his head regretfully. Painting is like this. When inspiration comes, it feels like a divine help, but when it goes, it's boring.
"Tutuui." In the inkstone, the ink girl who looked like a mythical elf was a little angry. She crossed her waist and spat at him.
Gao Mingjing smiled and said comfortingly: "It's just a star disturbance, why are you doing this?"
"tuituitui..." Mo Nu ignored him and continued to launch a water spray attack.
…
Qin Tianjian.
When Huang He finished his evening classes and dragged his tired body back to his bedroom, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, and images from the day flashed in his mind.
In front of the west forest wall, he admired and yearned for the imperial master, thinking that Ji Ping'an was an ordinary prison student, as if he was feeling emotional when he saw his former self.
In the dining hall, classmates and friends used a self-effacing tone to talk about their inferiority and loss when they saw the incident.
In the Hanlin Academy, I was received by the Bachelor of Chengzhi, and I felt vaguely excited and proud when I briefly entered a higher circle.
After dusk, when the song ended and everyone dispersed, and I returned to my house alone, I suddenly realized that I was still just an insignificant Doctor.
It's like a dream, but it's just a dream.
I received a commendation, but that was all. I received the gratitude of my classmates, but what I really relied on was not my own ability.
This kind of small character briefly flies out of the well, participates in larger events, and finally returns to ordinary experiences. It is similar to the story of the protagonist in the city who dreams of wandering into wonderland and wakes up to find a dream.
But after all, something was different. Huang He opened his eyes and felt a little tight in his chest. He came to the window and pushed open the window, letting the cold night wind blow on his face, and then he saw a bright moon.
'...To tell you the truth, I dreamed of that year two days ago, when you and I slept together, determined under the moonlight, and imagined the future...'
Yu Wenjing's words echoed in his ears.
Are you really willing to end your life as Dr. Lu Ke? But what can I do if I don’t want to give in?
Huang He didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the table at his desk. It was already dawn outside the window. He put on his robe dizzily and went to the dining hall to have breakfast. I patted my head and brought out another lunch box.
He took the purchased chessboard and carving knife and came to the outside of "Qinglian Xiaozhu". When he was about to knock on the door, he found that the door was not closed. It opened with a slight push. Then he was stunned.
One night passed, and the originally desolate courtyard was full of life, with green grass covering the soil, willows as green as jade, and koi carps leaping out of the water in the pond, splashing golden ripples.
The buds of the old peach tree in the center of the yard are in full bloom, and the branches are covered with tender pink peach blossoms.
There is a wicker chair under the tree. On the wicker chair lies a man wearing a green shirt, which is covered with morning dew.
"Ji Sichen, why did you sleep outside all night?" Huang He suddenly came to his senses, walked over quickly and asked with concern.
Ji Ping'an opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of bright sword light in the courtyard. He smiled and stretched lazily: "I fell asleep somehow."
"You haven't practiced yet. Mortal bodies can't stand the spring cold. It would be troublesome if you get sick..." Huang He put down the food box with a broken thought, revealing white meat buns, crispy side dishes, and preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
Ji Pingan smiled and thanked him, picked up the food box and returned to the hall to eat happily.
Huang He stood under the tree and was about to move the wicker chair. At this time, a peach blossom slowly fell from his head. He subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw that the peach blossom in the palm was broken in the middle, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut open by a magic weapon.
