The most suitable person to do this is Jiang Yexue.
So without delay, Mo immediately stepped in a hurry and walked towards the mercy smelting shop.
At this time, the night was deep, and the location of the smelting shop of mercy was far away from the downtown area. I didn't meet a few people along the way. On the way to the road, a carriage wandered away from the cold fog. The carriage was near, and you can see the golden bells on the corners of the canopy painted with Dan Zhu bat lacquer print, and it rang loudly as the carriage turned .
The coachman wrapped his head in a scarf, raised his whip with a sleeve, and drew it on the hip of the golden-winged snow horse.
"Wang Shujun respectfully drives here and quickly gives way-"
Mo Xi frowned slightly, Murong Mercy?
It's so late, where is he going?
Before he could think about it, the carriage was speeding up to him. The night was too dark, and the driver didn't see Mo's face clearly, still shouting with a throat, "Let's get away! Don't block Wang Shujun's way!"
Mo Xixuan avoided, and a man near him pulled his mother-in-law aside, respectfully lowered his head and waited for Murong's car and horse to pass, and then he became disgusted and whispered: "Deeper, I still swayed the way like this, let Jean, let Jean-cut, ask the ghost to give him way? How many people are on this road, nothing is too disturbed! "
Mo Xi sighed secretly, and said that Murong Mercy was a real son-in-law and unpopular.
However, Mo Xi looked back at the wagon that had left the dust, and felt a little strange in his heart. Murong pity this person is extremely lazy, Rizhao can't afford three shots, never go out without any incident, what's going on today ...
Che Yu of Wangshu House soon disappeared at the corner and disappeared.
Mo Xi's eyelids jumped slightly twice, and somehow he felt a little palpitated, but he had very important things to do at this time, plus he was a man who didn't believe in intuition, so he didn't think about it too much. miss you. He turned his head and walked away from Murong's car and horse, and walked forward.
Mercy smelting outside the shop.
"Ah ..." The old, dim-eyed Song Song opened the door, and after clearing the moonlight, saw Mo's face under the moonlight, and he stunned for a while, "It's Mozi ..."
Mo Xi asked: "Is Elder Qingxu there?"
"Ye Xue." Boss Song coughed twice, with a thick sputum. "Ye Xue, he is not in the shop tonight, he said something is wrong, and went out to find him."
The old man was old, and his speech was broken. After he said it, he was pleased to add a sentence: "He also explained that he would bring me some Lotus Square cakes this morning. The child is filial and knows the osmanthus in that store. The cake is the most delicious, I— "
If the old man lingers on, it will be endless. Mo Xi had to interrupt him and said, "Boss, I have an urgent matter for him. Do you know where he went?"
The old man smiled and said, "I know, of course I know. He went to Xuegong and probably won't be back tonight."
"So ... thank you, old man."
Mo Xie thanked the old man Song and coaxed him back to rest in the shop. He closed the door of the smelting shop on behalf of Jiang Yexue, put up the "doze" sign, and then headed towards Xuegong. OK.
But after walking on the main trail for a long time, Mo Xi suddenly met another party. This time it was a black and blue carriage with silver skull bells, and the night totem was painted on the carriage.
This is the carriage of the elder Zhou He of the sorcerer desk.
Zhou He is also regarded as a close relative of the royal family. He is not as high as Murong and is not as daring as Murong, but everyone in Zhonghua knows that his methods are cruel and not easy to mess with. And he has a lonely temperament. He loves the spellbox more than his own Zhou family.
Seeing Zhou He's car and horse rolling near the bluestone trail, Mo Xi couldn't help frowning.
What's going on tonight? Why is it this time, Murong Mercy doesn't sleep, Zhou He doesn't sleep, either one or two rush out. Is something wrong with the King?
But if there is a real concubine, Mengze will not sit and review the files so calmly, and he will not know it ...
He watched the elder Zhou He's car and horse's wind lights go further and further on the trail, and finally turned into two little star-like orange dots swaying and was swallowed up by endless night. For some reason, the empty throb in his heart became stronger and stronger.
He always felt that there was something he could not see at the moment that seemed to be happening.
"He and Jun."
When he came outside the Xiuzhen Palace of Learning, the ten-person-tall Yangling jade gate was well-preserved, but he also stopped Mo Xi very dutifully.
"It's so late, the gates of the palace have been keyed. Are you here ..."
The Palace of Learning is nowhere else. It is the place where all the young monks in Chonghua retreat and practice. It is also known as the Palace of Dawn of Chonghua.
Because the academy is full of juveniles who are not deeply involved in the world, its guard is even stricter than that of Wang Cheng. For example, He and Jun can enter the King City without passing through the path, but they will be questioned at the gate of Xiu Xue Xue Palace.
Mo Xi knew the rules and was not angry. He only said, "I'm looking for someone. Can Elder Qingxu stay in the palace today?"
"It turned out that Xun Hejun was looking for Elder Qingxu." Shou Bei laughed. "Elder Qingxu has a visitor today, and the visitor has not yet left. Do you want to wait?
Jiang Yexue is a gentleman. On other days, if anyone has troubles, they are willing to seek him, because he knows that he is gentle and easy to speak.
However, they did not expect that they had just returned from Bat Island. Even before they rested, Jiang Yexue had a visit again.
Mo Xi didn't want to disturb, but Yu Jian couldn't delay in repairing the fact, so he said, "Well, I'll look for him."
So as usual, I took the jade pendant of the Xuegong Palace and kept it in the book. The door was opened and I entered the Xiuzheng Xue Palace.
Silent at night, the monks need to follow the practice rules formulated by the elders. All of them have fallen asleep, and no one is around. The eaves of the huge Xiu Xue Palace are flying up and down, and the golden tiles are floating in silver and white, like a dead leaf butterfly resting quietly under the sky, and appearing extraordinarily gorgeous by the reflection of the bright moon.
After finishing school, Mo Xi went back to school less frequently. Fortunately, there is not much change in learning the palace, no matter the school grounds, or the palace houses, they are almost the same as when he was practicing.
Mo Xi did not have time to recall the past, holding the bag full of secrets and hope under his robe sleeve, and hurried to the residence of the elders.
When walking to the Baiyudaiqiao linking the elder's residence and Wujianping, he suddenly saw a person walking far away, Mo couldn't help looking at it.
... Murong Chuyi?
I saw Murong Chuyi lowered her head, but did not see the ink on the other side of Yuqiao, she was walking in silence.
He is not as imposing as usual, light and airy. For some reason, his steps were a little messy, and his hair bun was a little crooked, and a few strands of fine forehead draped over his jade face.
Mo Xi frowned and said, "... Mr. Murong."
Murong Chu raised her head sullenly, as if surprised.
His ordinary, always cold and arrogant face was now covered with a layer of panic and embarrassment that was too late, but even more surprising to Mo Xi, Murong Chuyi's eyes were red, as if he had just suffered some humiliation. And the humiliation was stiffly endured by him, and turned into a soft red broccoli tail, two rouge colors spread in the water, and drew on the phoenix eyes.
"you..."
Murong Chuyi bit her pale and withered lips, her lips were peeling, and the joint was hiding blood. He turned his face away stunned, but it was as if he was afraid that people would feel like there was no silver in the place. He turned back daringly, a pair of clear eyes like frost, sharp eyes like ink Off.
There was still water vapor in those eyes. Although Murong Chuyi probably felt that he was hiding well, and he was wearing a bit of fierce color, but Mo Shu only felt that--
The cover is really bad.
Weakness, hatred, humiliation ... nothing was covered up.
Silent for a moment, Mo Xi asked: "... sir?"
"...it is good."
The two had their own concerns and looked at each other.
Based on their temperament and relationship, no more care is necessary. Mo Xi doesn't like to gossip, and Murong Chuyi doesn't like to be gossiped. Murongchu said: "Leave."
A trivial gift passed by each other.
The night wind blew through the snow-white wide sleeves of Murong Chu's clothing, and the sleeves were wiped with Qinghua Qingfang, and the ink turned to his side. Another person has been around, but if you think about it, it seems that you are reaching out to catch the smoke, and you cannot catch the trace.
Mo Xi looked at the back of Murong Chuyi and frowned softly, "What did he come to learn from the palace ...?"
Naturally, no one would answer him. Mo Xiyuan stood for a moment, turned and continued to walk forward—although the elders' residence of Xiuzhen Xuexue was in one place, the distance was far, and each house was according to the elder Like what was built. For example, Elder Cai Wei, who is teaching wood spells, her house is hidden among a garden of flowers and vines, and the walls are covered with rose flowers and vines. Each flower has a large bowl mouth, and it blooms all year round. . Elder Tong Hong, who teaches swordsmanship, has a thunderbolt enchantment in his residence. There is a large garden around the house, but there are no mountains, flowers, and grasses, but different widths and widths. Take.
Jiang Yexue's residence is an ordinary wooden house, and a row of bamboo repairs swaying outside the courtyard looks particularly elegant and normal in this group of lunatics.
Mo Xi walked along the path covered with fine white stone and gravel, and walked to Jiang Yexue's door. Xiu's forefinger flexed and slammed on the wooden door.
"Elder Qingxu."
There was no movement in the room, and a few more knocks opened the door.
"..."
A mud maid villain poked out his head in the gap of the hidden door, but his mud brain was broken, leaving only half his head, crying sadly. Mo Xi knew that Jiang Yexue had always cherished these mud maids, and it was impossible to damage them. He couldn't help but wonder, "Where is your Lord?"
"Lord ... Lord ... giggle ..."
The little mud maid was so badly broken that he couldn't say a complete sentence, so he could only squeak around in place.
"Lord ... don't ... Lord ..."
The door was hidden, and the mud maid was smashed. Mo Xi worried that Jiang Yexue had an accident, so he pushed in and walked in. This one is even more alarming.
I can only see the scattered blood on the bamboo-paved ground, and a Ru porcelain celestial bottle placed on the wall also smashed to the ground and shattered.
"Brother Jiang!"
Mo stepped out of the hall quickly, no one was there. Going to bed and sleeping again, it was dark to push in the door-there was no light in the room, and the curtains were tightly closed, but the air was filled with the kind of familiar, but I could n't remember where I could smell it. Off-flavor. Mo Xi raised his hand and lit a ball of fire, illuminating the room. There was no one in the room, but the mattress was messy. Several crumpled snow-white clothes were thrown in the corner. The others were no different ...
"He and Jun?"
--shape.
Suddenly a surprised voice sounded behind him, Mo Xi turned his head back, and saw Jiang Yexue sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a loose linen white bathrobe, wiping his long black hair like black ink jade, while looking at Mo Xi in surprise .
"why you?"
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