The Spring Festival, which is held every three years, is actually a wordless scroll!
No words means no title.
No question means that anyone can write a question.
Nothing is impossible to write!
Nothing can be said!
But I can't write anything, and I can't say anything.
What does this question asked by the sage... mean?
A group of candidates taking part in the spring exam looked around blankly in their respective dormitories, thinking hard.
Su Mo looked at the wordless scroll in front of him in silence, and then suddenly laughed...
He smiled a little nervously.
What do you want to see from our writing?
What can you see from our writing?
I dare to write, but do you dare to read?
Su Mo picked up the pen and let the ink flow, looking at the white roll of paper and saying to himself, "If you are what I think, then I will write it to you."
Poetry?
But I don’t want to write poetry anymore…
Su Mo wrote with a flourish of pen and ink:
This spring, I went to Kaobei for a tour. I passed by Bianjiang River and saw a peach mountain.
Spring comes early in Bianjiang, and the spring rain is like cotton.
Peach blossoms bloom in March but are not seen until February.
So I am happy to go into the mountains and enjoy the scenery.
The peach red withered branches are all over the mountain.
I stepped into the peach depths and felt like I was in a fairyland.
Finally, I saw a peach old man playing chess alone.
I am happy to play games with the old man.
Taosou is a man of great skill, but he is no match for me.
Looking for skills, the old man said: The chessboard is like a peach mountain. When I enter the chessboard, all the pieces are my pieces.
I suddenly heard the roar of a big insect.
I asked: Peach bug? (Are there tigers in Peach Mountain?)
The old man said: It can't be driven away.
Yu asked again: What’s the explanation?
The old man laughed and said: If you make a bed with insects, you will become the king of insects first.
Travel to Taoshan in the morning and leave Bianjiang River at night.
I saw that the peach old man turned into an insect.
I see that Peach Mountain is peaceful...
...
Su Mo handed in the paper and left the examination room while several examiners were dumbfounded.
It’s only two-quarters of an hour until the bell rings to start the exam...
Su Mo did not think about the exam anymore. Instead, he sat down at a tea break outside the examination room, ordered a pot of tea and then bowed his head in silence.
His eyes never left the door of the examination room.
He was waiting for someone to come out.
He wants to know who that person is...
That familiar breath appeared in the examination room.
It's the breath of the blood pill!
Someone took that blood pill, and the blood pill's aura has not completely dissipated.
Su Mo's involvement with that blood pill was too deep...so deep that it was engraved into his bones.
He could smell the smell of blood contained in the blood elixir.
He could smell the scent of the woman holding the baby in her arms...
I can smell the old man's breath...
I can smell the swordsman's breath...
Can smell the butcher...
I can smell the scent of little children...
You can smell the scent of all the innocent souls who died tragically in the west courtyard of the city...
Those familiar scents brought back painful memories of that night.
It was a blood elixir that was made by many poor people of all kinds who were forced to practice it at the cost of their lives.
Just because someone wants to join the Tao?
That night...
The woman said, "Why are you so stupid? What does it have to do with you?"
That night...
The little Tongtong said: "Brother, Tongtong wants to go home..."
That night...that night...
The images of dead souls appeared in Su Mo's mind...
A series of unwilling and helpless wails resounded through Su Mo's soul, instantly shocking the waves in Su Mo's spiritual sea.
The stars in the spiritual sea shine uneasily.
It seemed that the entire spiritual sea came to life in an instant.
A coquettish phantom was awakened in the spiritual sea of Su Mo, and looked at the turbulent spiritual sea and was secretly speechless.
Is this...a war?
Su Mo looked calm and waited for the tea to be served.
In the cold spring season, when the teapot is served, there is still a white mist floating in the air.
The old stall owner, with gray hair, humbly brought the brewed teapot in front of Su Modi. Looking at Su Modi's exquisite white brocade clothes, he became more and more nervous.
That humble look makes people feel heartbroken.
The old stall owner didn't understand why this luxurious-looking young man wanted to have tea at his family's tea stall. He should have gone to a noble tea house.
I couldn't figure it out, so I became more and more cautious. Afraid of accidentally offending the young master.
He was afraid that Su Mo would come to make trouble for fun like those officials or young masters from official families.
Su Mo's young face was expressionless as he handed over the money, and the gray-haired old stall owner was too frightened to accept it.
"The young master came to drink tea to give me face... How can I ask the young master to give me money..." The old stall owner said anxiously, hunched over his old and stiff body.
Su Mo was stunned for a moment, but he quickly understood when he looked at the old stall owner... He was afraid of being bullied!
Sighing, Su Mo stuffed the silver coins into the old stall owner's withered hands without saying a word.
He can't help everyone...he can't deal with all injustices.
Some people just live cautiously, while some people even have their right to live taken away...
Su Mo picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.
The teas served at small street tea stalls are indeed much worse than those served in teahouses. The sweetness of the tea has a hint of bitterness.
The aroma of tea is naturally there, but much lighter.
Tea on the street is not for people to taste. Naturally, people who taste tea go to teahouses.
Perhaps the biggest role of this street tea stall is to give those who are tired from walking a place to rest and moisten their throats.
Su Mo stared at the door of the examination room intently, thinking about something in his mind. He took a sip from the cup of tea in his hand and never touched it again.
It’s not that I’m not used to it, I just find it tasteless.
There is no taste in my heart, even if it is a fine wine, I am afraid I will not be able to drink it.
Su Mo is like an old monk who has entered meditation...this sitting is a day.
The sky is turning dark, and the tea in the pot has already gone cold...
Su Mo gave a lot of silver, and the old stall owner also exchanged tea for Su Mo several times. It was obvious that Su Mo never touched it again, so he stopped changing it.
Maybe this young master has something to worry about... The old stall owner looked at Su Mo who had been sitting there all day, hunched over his old body and shook his head slightly and sighed.
The sky was dark, the sun was setting in the west, and the remaining afterglow cast a dark red glow on the clouds.
Finally, candidates came out of the examination room one after another, and no one turned in the paper with just a few words like Su Mo.
Ten years of hard work, one day of trial, the turning point of life will be today.
Besides Su Mo, who else would end up alone?
The crowd surged out, and that aura emerged!
Su Mo saw the man clearly...
The man's face was rosy, full of energy, and he had an uncontrollable smile on his face, as if he was in a good mood.
The man walked past Su Mo's tea stall and got into a carriage, which drove towards the east of the city.
Su Mo stood up, put down the tea cup that he had been holding all day, and followed the carriage from a distance.
The sky darkens very quickly after sunset. When the carriage stopped at the entrance of a high-walled compound, it was already completely dark, and only the weak candlelight from the high-hanging lantern could illuminate the other side.
Watching the man enter the official residence, Su Mo turned his head in silence and walked towards the ship building into the night...
Su Mo recognized the person who still had the blood elixir aura left on him!
I also recognize the domineering word "Liu Mansion" on the plaque at the entrance of this official residence.
And that person was exactly the man who was selling his paintings at the door of the ship building that day - Liu Feng! ŴŴŴ.BiQuGe.Biz
In the dark night, Su Mo's eyes flashed with unknown meaning.
The son of the Minister of War?
how dare you?
The woman once said: entangled with ghosts, the cause and effect is too deep, and it will not end well!
Su Mo could feel the weight of this sentence. There seemed to be some strange rules in this world. Su Mo could feel something strange wrong with his practice.
He just doesn't know how to practice, but he's not stupid.
The strange aura exuding from his body seemed to come from a quiet and unknown place.
He didn't show it, but he didn't dare to ignore it.
He was afraid, he was afraid that this weird aura would be involved in something weird, which would one day affect the people around him, especially the little girl.
The little girl is Su Mo's only concern and bond in this world.
It doesn't matter to me, but I can't let the little girl take any risks.
I'm just a passerby...
Then... let me help you take revenge to end this cause and effect!
Biquge
