Wen Guwenmao's real doubt is the number "one hundred and sixty-eight" that seems to be intentional. Although there is not much connection with it at first glance, after careful consideration, you can think of something.
"When was this pavilion built?"
After hearing this, Li Simeng nodded happily, and as Wen Mao expected, said, "After the cold-faced brother left, Xia Jie sent people to build the pavilion, and a lot of manpower and material resources were wasted."
Wen Guwenmao exhaled as usual and stopped staying. As he walked, he joked, "Why do you always talk about your brother? Have you failed to seduce others?"
"You fart!" Li Simeng scolded him back immediately, his expression suddenly turned bad, "I was still with An Nian at that time!"
"An Nian?" Wen Guwen nodded in response and apologized, "Is it that man?"
"Um."
Li Simeng stopped where he was, then raised his head to the dark night sky, as if he had a sweetheart, with a wry smile on his face.
The night wind sings an elegy tonight, but not a single star is visible.
The people with the bodies of the living dead wandered in the open land one after another, just like the walking corpses, their sluggish postures seemed to be sewn together by split pieces of flesh.
With only two minutes of night light, the atmosphere was particularly eerie.
Wen Mao patted Li Simeng on the shoulder from behind and said, "Go back first."
"Ah?" Li Simeng just came out of the sad atmosphere and sobbed subconsciously, "Let's go."
Stepping on the slightly bright bluestone road, the two returned to the bamboo house together...
Somehow, no matter how much I wander around outside, I still have strength, but when I get home, I feel uncomfortable all over and have no energy at all.
Maybe this three-thirds of an acre of land can make you feel more comfortable?
Li Simeng lit a candle, then hurriedly heated a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. He rested weakly on the bamboo table. After a while, he heard the sound of snoring...
Wen Guwenmao was stunned by this scene. He softly called "aunt" a few times, but no one answered. He sighed secretly, put Li Simeng on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.
He probably had a nightmare because of the sudden movement. As soon as Wen Mao returned to sit on the bamboo chair, Li Simeng woke up instantly. He looked left and right and asked, "Did you get it for me?"
"Yeah." Wen Mao nodded while drinking tea.
"You're quite attentive!" Li Simeng leaned against the wall and covered his chest with the quilt, "But I'm not used to sleeping lying down."
"Oh." He made himself another cup of tea, drank it, and asked, "Is there anything to eat? Give me a bite."
Li Simeng sighed, tightened the corners of his mouth, and said, "Monks feed on the essence of heaven and earth, don't you live without food?"
"Alas~" Wen Mao let out a long sigh and slid down, leaning against the bamboo chair on his back. He looked languid and groaned, "I'm hungry..."
"I'm hungry……"
"I'm hungry……"
After repeating it endlessly, Li Simeng couldn't stop him from lingering. There was really no choice but to take out the bag of snacks under the bed and give it to him.
Wen Guwen stood up with a sigh and immediately took the snack. While eating, he said, "I'm telling you, it tastes good as soon as I come in." He swallowed several pieces and licked them After savoring the bits in his molars, he said, "It's not delicious."
"What's wrong with you, a beggar?!"
Wen Mao ate the other few pieces nonchalantly and asked, "Speaking of which, what happened to your man? Why is he still dead outside?"
As soon as Wen Guwenmao mentioned An Nian's matter, Li Simeng's expression became even more gloomy, even more serious than when he was on the street. His snow-white eyes immediately turned red, and two or three lights were dimly visible under the weak candlelight. .
After a few rounds of weak breathing, he said, "He likes swords and learned swords. Later, after the elder brother came, he taught him a few swordsmanship. Later, I heard him talk about the ancient sword that killed "Qiushuiguan". , An Nian left. "
The story ended abruptly at this point. You don't have to think about what happened afterwards, but it was a coincidence. I thought that meeting Dongzhu and Xizhu was just a coincidence, but it turns out that is not the case anymore.
If that man died at the "border", how did he appear in the "Corpse Forest"?
Wen Mao sighed softly, "That's all, I'm too lazy to think about it." He pulled another chair over to put his legs up and lay down.
"Wait a minute." Li Simeng lifted the quilt, got off the bed, wrapped his clothes tightly and went out first. Wen Mao slumped in the chair and didn't notice anything.
Just listening to the sound of "nourishing" outside, he sounded several times, and "Dang Dang" didn't know what he hit, Li Simeng shouted "Come out and move!"
"Huh?" Wen Mao yawned. As soon as he took two steps to the door, he saw her holding a bed board and banging into the room, "Eh?!"
Li Simeng urged, "Hey what! Help!"
"Here it comes!" The two of them put the bed plank into the room one after the other, and it hit the bamboo plank with a "dang" sound. Li Simeng quickly squatted down and took a look, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it had not been smashed through.
She took out another set of quilts from the bamboo cabinet and threw them on the bed, saying, "Make it yourself." Wen Mao spread the quilt three times, five by five, and divided by two, but many of them were crowded together, with one flat and one convex.
He was still lying on it without any appearance, closing his eyes and getting ready to sleep...
But after a long time, Wen Mao still couldn't fall asleep, and finally couldn't help but ask, "That... aunt, it's a girl who has made a private commitment to a boy for life, but they haven't seen each other for a long time. What if the girl has a new love again?" Under such circumstances, if that man appears again, will there still be a chance?"
"Pfft..." Li Simeng couldn't help laughing, his stomach hurt a little, "Just say you can't do it... Haha."
"No..." Wen Mao still refused to admit it.
Li Simeng didn't bother with this matter, thought about it, and said to him, "If you two are really committed to each other for life, then stop thinking about it. You are showing naked distrust and you have obviously let down this girl's feelings."
"Too……"
Wen Mao was so enlightened by these words that he breathed a sigh of relief, but fell asleep within three breaths...
At dawn the next day, Wen Mao got up early. The sound of opening the door woke Li Simeng, "Ha... are you going now?"
“Good things come sooner rather than later.”
He stretched himself under the sunlight and stepped out. He could no longer see the "living dead" wandering around in the evening. Wen Mao was the only one on the bright road.
On the city wall at the edge of the country, the rising red sun casts a slanting shadow of Wen Mao. The courtyard pavilion that was still vigorous and charming last night has withered in autumn.
It's past "Mao" time.
Wen Mao took a step towards the scholarly pavilion. The red walls and yellow tiles dazzled his eyes. The hall door was wide open. He stepped in without thinking and saw the long hall on the left at a glance. The constant breeze waiting in the corridor.
He nodded with a smile and said, "Coming?"
"Here we come." Wen Mao picked a flower and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it and came behind Chang Feng and asked, "Sir, where should I go?"
"Don't worry, wait a minute." Chang Feng pulled him to his side and waited with him. Wen Mao stood up straight without his usual carelessness.
Chang Feng smiled and said, "There's no need to be so rigid, just follow your heart."
"You still have to have some rules." Wen Mao joked.
After waiting for almost three moments, many people entered the auditorium one after another. Without exception, they all went to the "right path"
Chang Feng could sense Wen Mao's doubts and explained to him, "The colors of the chess pieces are divided into "black" and "white", and the intentions are divided into "absolute pieces" and "clumsy pieces." The ability of the "clumsy piece" depends on the player's game. , and the "Jie Zi" has one since the first stone fell on the chessboard.
Two types of "colors", two types of Tao heads, two types of "subs" and two usages, naturally cannot be used at the same time, and students must be taught according to their aptitude. "
Wen Mao raised his hands and asked, "Are you teaching in person over there too?"
"It will no longer be the case from today." This sentence stunned Wen Mao for a moment, and Chang Feng explained, "The 'right way' has been established, and now it is time to cultivate the 'left way'. "
The two met and smiled, and continued to wait in the "left path"...
Before he saw anyone entering the hospital, Wen Mao noticed an extremely strong "murderous aura" and it was an extremely simple "murder path"
Chang Feng raised the corner of his mouth and pulled Wen Mao out to greet him. A black robe came into view. His lowered head suddenly raised and he was looking at Wen Mao.
"Murderous aura" and "evil aura" met for the first time, and they felt like old friends at first sight. The man smiled, waved his hand, and shouted, "Are you Wen Guwenmao? I heard Mr. Chang mention it!"
Seeing that his attitude softened, Wen Mao quickly walked down two steps and replied, "It's me, are you?"
"My name is Wen Qun! The word "qun" doesn't look good, so I messed with it, so don't remember it wrong! "Wen Qun said while gesturing the word "group" in the air.
"Is your surname Wen?" Wen Mao teased, "That can be considered a member of my family, right?"
Wen Qun also joked, "Haha! My family! Of course it counts!" He also ran two steps quickly and directly linked arms with Wen Mao. For a moment, they were so intimate that Chang Feng never thought of it.
"Let's enter the room." The three of them walked along the "left path" to the room. It seemed that it had been arranged for a long time. There were exactly three sets of tables and chairs in the room.
Wen Qun put the two tables and chairs under the stage together and continued to joke, "Wen Mao, do you have to call me senior brother?"
"Ah?" Wen Mao was stunned, smiled awkwardly, and called senior brother again.
"Ha ha!"
"Ahem!" Chang Feng touched the table with two fingers, and the two of them immediately fell silent, "Three classes today - what is evil? What is charming? What is evil?"
Wen Qun stood up instantly, grabbed Wen Mao up, pointed at him and said, "This is called evil!" Wen Mao scratched his head in embarrassment, never expecting that this senior brother was a chatterbox.
"I'm not joking with you, think about it carefully and tell me tomorrow." Chang Feng left a word and went to the "right path" first.
Seeing Mr. Chang go out, Wen Qun kicked off the table with both feet, looking completely cynical, and asked, "Wen Mao, are you a local?"
Wen Guwenmao nodded and replied, "He is from Xiezhou."
"It's pretty good!" Wen Qun asked, "Where exactly is it from?"
"I am of the Great Zang lineage."
Wen Qun did not show ordinary people's disdain, but only announced his family background, "I am from Zhiya Zhizhou."
"Zhiya Zhizhou?" Wen Mao was stunned in place. He remembered clearly that his master had said that the Kong family, Li family, Wen family, and Han family, the four families who knew the state of Dayatang Mansion, were all from scholarly families.
"Hahahaha!" Wen Qun still smiled widely and said, "It's the Wen family, but it has been excluded."
Wen Mao wondered, "Why?"
After the questioning words fell, a fierce force of heavenly energy surged out of the room, and an extremely pure "Law of Killing" condensed in Wen Qun's hand.
The blood-red Heavenly Dao Qi Yun boiled like fireworks, and the room was filled with bloody red light.
Wen Qun casually wiped it out and said, "They said that a lunatic came out of a scholarly family in our Wen family, which ruined our reputation. The head of the family couldn't bear the pressure and had no choice but to remove him from the public." His tone was lazy and inaudible. Not even the slightest hint of sadness, not even a complaint, seems to be something I have become accustomed to.
Wen Guwenmao couldn't understand his mood, but he could sympathize with his experience. Compared with people like himself who had no home, Wen Qun, who had a home and could not return, would not have a better experience than his own.
Wen Qun clapped his hands indifferently and asked, "What are those questions Mr. Chang mentioned?"
"What is evil"
"What is the charm"
"What evil charm"
Wen Qun asked, "What do you think?"
"Evil is nature, and charm is form. The term "evil" can be debated whether it is praise or criticism. The strong are called "evil" because they are too powerful, the evil are called "evil" because they are too vicious, and the ordinary are called "evil" It's because of evil intentions." Wen Mao relayed what the old blind man said at that time, but it was just irrelevant but not correct.
"I'm sorry..." Wen Qun sat on the chair and swayed back and forth. It was obvious that the things he was thinking about were not suitable for him, so he could only place his trust on this junior brother.
The two just looked at each other speechless...
They all said in unison, "You don't know how?"
"Fuding Land"——
Liu Qingyun accepted Murong Ling as a closed disciple and led her to practice Taoism.
"Leader, if you accept my words, will you..." Even if Murong Ling wants to learn alchemy again, she doesn't want to cause trouble to Liu Qingyun, but is there any way to have the best of both worlds?
Liu Qingyun held her shoulders as if taking care of a child, and said softly, "The Tiandan Alliance has only two standards - talent/mind. If you pass either of them, there is nothing to worry about. This is your own fight." Come." She smiled and pushed the corner of Murong Ling's mouth, revealing a smile.
"Valley of Eternal Life"——
The man in white arrived late. Fu Shen had been waiting for him for a long time, and the tea he had brewed earlier had gone cold.
"Old ghost, it's so rare."
Fu Shen poured two cups of cold tea on the ground, boiled two more cups, and said, "What's so rare?"
"It's been a long time since I sat down here." He put down the white fox in his arms and followed the tabby cat to flop on the valley...
"Scholarly Pavilion"——
The two people in the room almost racked their brains, but still had no clue. If they were asking about what evil was, what charm was, and what evil charm was, it would be easy to say, but they had reversed their positions and had no idea at all.
Wen Qun also thought about this and asked, "In other words, these three questions raised by Mr. Chang do not correspond to what we thought? Is that right?"
