The moon is like a silver plate hanging all over the sky, not a single star is visible, and even the shadows of people on the ground appear thin and transparent. They are small figures intertwined with the afterglow swept by the cold moonlight.
Everything was silent.
Occasionally, the cold winter wind blows from a distant place, passing through the lights of thousands of houses, and accompanied by the cold moonlight brings a slight whining sound, like the sound of wind chimes at night. In the silence, only a dim light shines in the courtyard of a house with a closed wooden door. Through the thin barrier of the lantern, the head stubbornly sticks out, refusing to be inferior to the bright moon.
The thin figure stood in the courtyard, exercising her body meticulously. Every movement was concise and elegant, and there was no trace of inconsistency.
His face was elegant and handsome, his eyes reflected the light of the bright moon at night, and his movements were calm and unhurried. He suddenly seemed to be an immortal standing in the world, and the aura of fireworks was very faint on his body, as if he was about to take advantage of him in the next moment. Gone by the wind.
Winter nights are always cold, the bright moon is holy and perfect, but there is no temperature.
Fortunately, on the stone table not far from the man, a pot of wine was being warmed. The flames of the small stove were licking and lingering, and occasionally made subtle hissing and popping sounds, adding a little smoke and smoke to him.
After a long time, the people in the courtyard stopped, turned around and sat in front of the stone table, picked up the wine bottle that was being warmed, and poured themselves a glass of warm wine.
He held up the wine cup with his long, fair and powerful palms, pointed it at the bright moon in the sky, and chanted: "Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other to form three people."
Moonlight, light, plus him, aren't they exactly three people?
"Crack!"
Who would have thought that there was a crisp popping sound from the small stove that had been warming the wine, and a small tongue of flame poked out unwillingly. However, the winter night was too cold after all, and he had to go back in less than a breath.
"ha......"
Gu Dan couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, okay, let's count you, count you! That makes four people. Well, let's raise a toast to four people!"
He picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.
The warm liquor slid down the throat and into the stomach, and suddenly a boundless warmth arose, pushing away the coldness of the outside world.
"How can four people do it? It would be better to have more!"
Suddenly there was a voice at the courtyard gate, and along with a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and a tall and burly giant-like man stood there with a dazzling look, holding a dark package.
The bright moon hanging high in the sky was left behind by him, and the moonlight added to his body, but it could not make him retreat in the slightest.
Hearing the familiar voice, Gu Dan stood up suddenly, a little surprised, but more surprised and called out: "Brother Mo?!"
The burly and tall man walked over and sat down at the stone table without any courtesy. He threw the package on the ground, picked up the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth.
After a few gulps of strong wine, Mo Qiu reluctantly put down the wine bottle, looked at Gu Dan, and said with a smile: "I have nowhere to go at night, so I wanted to come to your place to ask for a drink."
Gu Dan smelled a strong smell of medicine. He was very familiar with that smell. It was the healing medicine that he had personally prepared.
"You are hurt?"
Gu Dan frowned. Mo Qiu's martial arts skills were already top-notch in the world more than ten years ago, and today they are far superior to those in the past. He could be injured. One can imagine how terrifying the flesh-and-blood battlefield in Yuzhou is.
"A few minor injuries, why bother?"
Mo Qiu smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously. Instead, he picked up the package that was still on the ground and placed it on the stone table.
Without any pretense, he opened the package and revealed the items hidden inside.
The first thing I saw was a large piece of... jade about the size of a human head? It looks like jade but not jade, like stone but not stone. Some are somewhere in between, not transparent and flawless. There are many white patterns spreading like spider webs inside. What is strange is that when looking at it with the naked eye, those white The lines like mist spider webs are moving slowly.
Only then did Gu Dan realize that strands of extremely warm power seemed to be seeping into his body, warming his body at an extremely slow but unwavering speed.
If he hadn't been about to master Zang Zang, it would really be difficult to detect such subtle changes.
Gu Dan's eyes widened unconsciously, and he felt a little dry in his throat for no reason, "This is..."
"The stone that fell in Yuzhou." Mo Qiu said crisply.
"Fairy Stone?!"
Gu Dan really didn't expect that he would have the chance to see the immortal stone with his own eyes.
"It is indeed different. There is a special power, which is probably the aura driven by the immortals in the storyteller's mouth." Mo Qiu did not refute, but said bluntly: "Even if you don't do anything, just carrying it is enough to make you healthy. , prolonging life should be a no-brainer.”
Gu was worried that the meteorite that fell in Yuzhou was really a spiritual stone!
And Mo Qiu really succeeded in getting it. In addition to a piece of spirit stone the size of a human head, there were several pieces of spirit stone about the size of a fist or even smaller, lying there quietly.
The spirit stone did not emit light, but in Gu Dan's eyes it was far brighter and brighter than the moon, illuminating his seemingly silent soul.
Cultivation of immortality is true!
For Gu Dan, what is truly precious is not the spiritual stone in front of him, but the real existence of the spiritual stone, and that is enough.
Immortality is not an illusion to him, but living in the world without a goal is like duckweed in the wind.
Even if it lasts forever, what's the point of not pursuing it at all?
Living is not everything, living meaningfully and interestingly is.
Ordinary people seek immortality in order to gain immortality. They don't need to worry about immortality, they just want to see the scenery from higher places.
The moment he saw the spirit stone and felt the difference, Gu Dan felt joy from the bottom of his heart.
The joy did not go to Gu Dan's mind, and he quickly reacted and asked quickly: "Brother Mo, since you have obtained the spirit stone, why do you need to return to the imperial capital?! The master of Wanjun Zhongzhong can still wait for an opportunity. It would be really dangerous to escape in the imperial capital!"
Why is he willing to stay in the imperial capital?
Because the imperial capital is theoretically one of the safest places as long as no trouble is caused.
Like banditry and the like, no matter how bad the trouble is outside, unless the country is about to perish, the place where the imperial capital is located should have the best security and the most complete defenses.
No matter how rare a master-level master is, there must be some in the imperial capital.
On the other hand, if you want to cause trouble, it's best not to seek death in the imperial capital. There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons here. It is the place where a country's heritage is supported. If it is not preserved, there will be old monsters.
Stealing the Immortal Stone and hiding in the imperial capital was definitely not a sign of darkness, it was just that he couldn't think about it and was looking for trouble.
Darkness under the lamp is always a forced choice!
The sky is vast and far away from the important places of the imperial capital, where is not a place to hide? Gu Dan didn't believe that Mo Qiu couldn't even understand this.
"Why don't you come back?"
Mo Qiu shook his head slightly, "Emperor Zongming has been eager to seek immortality for more than 20 years. Now that this so-called immortality has come to the world, he will definitely not give up if he doesn't get it. I don't know how many bloody storms will be caused by then, and the country will not be able to survive." Ning. If Immortal Fate is put into his hands, it will be worth it if he can put this matter to rest."
Gu Dan's eyes widened, and he understood what Mo Qiu meant, and asked in disbelief: "You... want to give this immortal stone to Emperor Zongming?!"
