Great Blue Night Watchman

The heavy snow is still falling, and Haining City has been shrouded in heavy snow for three consecutive days.

The river beach is silver-white, the Yishui Beichuan is silver-white, and the Lin family is silver-white.

If it were in the past, heavy snowfall would only bring tragedy to the people, because in the land of the blue, every heavy snowfall meant that countless people froze to death. However, Haining is different today.

The heavy snow no longer brings a survival crisis to the people, but a rare experience. The people wear thick furs and walk through the solid embankment of the Haining River Beach. They look at the red plum blossoms blooming in the white snow on the top of the mountain and feel comfortable and happy. Endless beauty.

People are like this. When you are in poverty, you will choke your teeth even if you drink cold water. Only after you solve the difficulties in life can you discover the beauty in life.

For the first time, they discovered that snow is a beautiful thing.

You can run in the snow and it won’t hurt if you fall.

You can have a snowball fight in the snow and let the happy laughter spread.

You can lean on the railing and gaze into the distance, admiring the boundless and dynamic heavy snow drifting into the Yangtze River and disappearing into the Yangtze River.

Unlike the heavy snowfall in Haining, the distant Moxin Lake feels like warm spring at the moment.

The turquoise lake water contrasts with the red flowers and green trees around the mountain, which is as beautiful as a fairyland on earth. Countless pavilions and pavilions rise from the lakeside, and the structure is ingenious.

On the pavilion, students were in groups.

The clothes are as light as willows, and the fragrance of books is everywhere.

This is the Mohist family.

Mohism was also a sacred place for literature and Taoism.

Behind the holy land, a nine-palace formation surrounded the entire mountain, and the mist rose, blocking the outside wind and clouds.

This is the holy place among holy places: Moxin Pavilion.

It is said to be a pavilion, but it is actually surprisingly large.

Just for the ink pillars outside the pavilion, each one is seven feet in diameter. There are 18 such ink pillars. The eighteen ink pillars are as big as mountains, and together they support the essence of the entire Moh family: Moxin Pavilion.

There was a flash of light from the sky, and a giant ruler came through the sky. On top of the giant ruler, stood Mo Qing.

Fly directly into Moxin Pavilion.

Countless people in Mo Xin Pavilion saw it at a glance, and they all shouted: "The Saint is back!"

Mo Qing left Mo Xin Lake that day to attend the Qinglian Taoist Forum. This trip was more than ten months ago, almost a full year.

She has won more than 600 Qinglian masters on her own in Qinglian theory. She is one of the top three Qinglian masters and has already caused a sensation in the entire Mohist family.

The celebratory drinks for her were ready in February.

However, she did not come back.

The younger generations of the Mo family are also asking where the saint has gone.

The superiors only gave a vague answer: the saint had triggered an idea and was looking for a crucial answer.

Mo Qing went on the road alone, not even taking her personal maid Xiao Chi who was always inseparable from her. When she came back now, Xiao Chi was the first to run over and almost cried when she ran in front of her: "Miss, you are back. You are here." Where have you been? What took you so long? Madam misses Miss..."

Mo Qing touched her head: "Go and tell Madam, I'll go see my father first, and I'll go see her later."

Together, with a swishing sound, the figures moved up the ink pillar.

The top floor of Moxin Pavilion is like the top of mountains.

A lonely pavilion stands on the top of a mountain. It seems that few people have visited it since ancient times.

This is the Mohist Wenxin Pavilion.

What is Wenxin Pavilion? If you have doubts in your heart, pain in your heart, or enlightenment in your heart, you can enter the pavilion and ask your heart.

It sounds like it is a place for seclusion and enlightenment. In fact, it is a forbidden place in the hearts of the Mohists, because for thousands of years, those who enter this pavilion are without exception people who feel that they have sinned deeply. The real meaning of Wenxin Pavilion It is to face the wall and think about the past.

Mo Chao stayed in this pavilion for thirteen years, but still could not get out of his shackles.

Xile State, also known as Burial State, Guancheng, millions of people, 87 cloud crystals!

These words circled back and forth in his mind, lingering.

At that time, the city guard of Guancheng was originally a member of the military. He was very accomplished in military formations. He should have been a genius of the human race. He regarded him as his mentor. Although he was not his direct disciple or a member of the Mohist family, he was Mo Chao. As a disciple, the disciple made a special trip to Mo Xin Lake to beg him to come out of the mountain.

When he came out, he failed to fulfill his disciple's trust, but instead ruined his disciple's life and the lives of millions of people.

He could never forget the look in his disciple's dying eyes, nor could he forget the painful wailing of millions of people under the iron hoof of the demon army.

This is all caused by the 87 cloud crystals.

This is all the fault of my insufficient academic skills.

From that day on, he sealed himself in Wenxin Pavilion, thinking about his past and where he came from.

Guancheng is destroyed but can be rebuilt.

But there is no resurrection after death.

Now that a big mistake has been made, there is no point in regretting it and calculating carefully to avoid making the same mistake again in the future - this is what the head of the family told him that day.

For these words, he locked himself in Wenxin Pavilion for thirteen years.

The Mohist Way stands at the top of the structure.

He wants to use his own strength to solve this unsolvable problem in arithmetic. Once he succeeds, even if he cannot change the past, it will bless future generations. This is the best sacrifice to comfort millions of dead souls.

In the past thirteen years, he has used 100,000 pieces of calculation paper.

Seventeen precious pens are bald.

A head full of black hair turned white.

He vaguely captured a pattern, which was the most critical answer to the circle-square problem, involving the diameter of the circle and the length and width of the square, but he was still confused as to how one of them corresponded to the rule.

At this moment, the door of Wenxin Pavilion knocked gently...

Mo Chao looked up from the pile of papers and was at a loss for a moment...

Who will knock on the door?

A female voice came from outside: "Dad, a new sect of arithmetic has been established in the world. The problem of the round square has been solved. My daughter brought dad the method to solve it."

The ink wave suddenly bounced up, the pen in his hand fell directly to the ground, and he reached the door in one step, and the door opened wide.

Mo Qing at the door had tears in his eyes. He held a piece of paper in his hands and handed it to his father: "Dad, you can go home for the New Year!"

…

At the same time, distant Dongzhou.

The snow is falling heavily, more than the snow in Haining and seven points freezing...

In the northern part of Dongzhou, thousands of mountains are like boats swimming in the sea of ​​snow.

In the middle of the snow sea is Yaowang Mountain.

The red flowers and fallen leaves of Yaowang Mountain in the past were all covered by heavy snow. However, on the top of this freezing mountain, there was a hole where mist was steaming, like boiling water.

The boundless thick fog is rolling, and a stunning beauty is like a flower in the fog, her hair is floating gently, and the countless patterns on her body are bright and dim, which is an ancient pattern. The bright and dark patterns present a thrilling beauty. If there is any regret, it is that this woman is missing half of her right arm.

She is disabled.

Suddenly, the mist was sucked into her body at the same time, and the beauty's eyes suddenly opened, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky.

Silently, another woman appeared in front of her, bowed down and said, "Saint!"

"How long have I been in seclusion?" The saint's voice was clear and sweet, like an oriole emerging from the valley.

"It's only been half a month. Is the saint's injury any better?" The maid stared at the saint's right arm.

"The injury..." the saint smiled faintly: "it will heal in a moment!"

"Healed?" The maid exclaimed: "The saint has seen the secret of heaven and is about to break through the laws of heaven and earth?"

The maid is also a cultivator. She knows that there is only one way to heal a broken arm immediately, and that is for a cultivator to break into the realm of Xiangtian Dharma. Once broken into the realm of Xiangtian Dharma, the physical body will be stirred by the thunder from the sky and turn into the Dharma body. The body is reshaped, and a broken arm can be reborn.

"Not immediately, but now!" As soon as the saint's voice fell, she left the cave. The sky was covered with thick clouds. Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared deep in the thick clouds. The whirlpool became more and more rapid, and the entire Yaowang Mountain moved in unison... …

In a tall building, the great elder suddenly raised his head, and the sect leader opposite him also stepped to the window, both of them looking extremely excited.

"The saint is about to break through!" said the great elder.

"Yes! She encountered a setback when she first entered the capital, but she didn't expect it to be a blessing in disguise!" said the sect leader.

The Great Elder said: "The Saint met a mysterious master in the suburbs of Beijing. The battle was unprecedentedly fierce and shook her whole body. The accelerated integration of the ancestor's skin with her may be the key to breaking into Xiangtian Law and Earth today."

Yes, the old woman who came to Beijing that day was actually the saint Su Rong - the little witch Zhou Mei guessed it completely accurately.

Su Rong didn't mean to pretend to be an old woman.

The human skin on her body has always been part of her spiritual practice.

She wears the human skin of her ancestors day and night, drawing strength and insights about spiritual practice from the human skin.

After entering Beijing, she pointed her sword at Xishan, angering Lin Su.

Lin Su pretended to be Liu Jun and attacked Yaowang Hall at night to attract her to leave the capital.

She fell into the trap, but Lin Su didn't expect that she would be so strong.

In the Zezhou Valley, Lin Su had a battle with her, which was unprecedentedly fierce. Both of them brought out all their secret skills. Lin Su withstood the greatest test, and the Saint also encountered a life-and-death crisis that she had never experienced since her debut. Danger.

In that battle, she used all her cultivation skills, but she was still beaten to the point of doubting her life.

The medicine box, the most precious treasure of Yaowangshan cultivation, was lost.

Her arm is broken.

This setback was unparalleled.

However, there are advantages. The advantage is: this unprecedented fierce battle has shaken her entire foundation and stimulated her full potential. The human skin of her ancestors truly fits her.

After returning to the mountain, she stayed in seclusion for half a month. Today she finally took a crucial step on the path of spiritual practice: facing the catastrophe of heaven and breaking into the Dharma, Earth and Heaven.

A bolt of lightning shot through the whirlpool in the sky, as thick as a bucket, and within a radius of a hundred miles, the heavy snow suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Saint Su Rong roared and flew up to meet her catastrophe...

…

In Haining, every household is preparing for the New Year.

I have to say that people's pursuits are endless. What kind of words should be said in what kind of environment, what kind of songs should be sung on what kind of mountain top.

In the past, having a full meal was considered a New Year celebration.

Nowadays, having enough to eat is no longer a problem, and the New Year has begun to show quality.

The big ones give the girls some profit, and even the small ones invite the intellectuals around them to write couplets on red paper, and there are also some skillful village girls who use their skillful hands to do whatever they want without a teacher. I cut window grilles on the ground and put red paper everywhere. In the season when snow still covers the earth, it feels a little more festive out of thin air.

The Lin family was extremely festive.

Lin Zheng rushed back from Xueyuguan on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month.

Lin Jialiang, the county magistrate, was a bit too conscientious. He delayed his return until the 30th of the twelfth lunar month. When he came back, his mother gave him a scolding: Brother You can't fly, and he came back earlier than you. Your third brother is worse than the official. You are older, and I came back earlier than you, but you, a poor county magistrate, almost missed the New Year's Eve meal.

Lin Jialiang's face was full of confusion, but he didn't dare to argue.

Mom, you compare your eldest brother with me, I admit it. Don’t compare your third brother with me. Being an official is like playing for the third brother. How many people are like him in the entire officialdom of Da Cang? At the end of the year, which is the busiest time, if he dares to slap his butt and leave, do I?

The New Year's Eve dinner started lively.

Xiao Yao emerged from nowhere, holding a large stack of gold paper and a piece of pastry in her mouth, and ran to Lin Su: "Master, please write a couplet."

Lin Su was so surprised: "Where did you get so many gold papers?"

"You got it from the study!" Xiao Yao raised her face: "Young master, they all said that the couplets you wrote with your precious pen are the most precious treasures of literature. If you stick them at home, not a single blade of grass will grow."

"What does it mean not to grow even a blade of grass? That means: the evil spirits don't come close... you won't read if you are asked to study..." Lin Su picked up the pen and drew a turtle on Xiao Yao's forehead.

The girls next to me burst into laughter...

Lin Jialiang was anxious: "Third brother, do you really want to be so arrogant?"

Um? Lin Su tilted her head and looked at her second brother...

"Third brother, do you know the meaning of Wenlu Zhibao? Are you really afraid that once your couplet is posted, all the students in Haining will want to be thieves?"

To be honest, Lin Jialiang's concerns are justified.

The most precious treasure of literature is hard to find.

Once it is posted near the door, I am afraid that scholars all over the world will have the desire to steal it.

If those scholars who did not originally want to be thieves are tempted into thieves, who should be blamed for this?

Lin Su smiled: "It doesn't matter, no one can steal it!"

Lin Su started writing...

The tip of the pen shines with silver light, and the black characters on the red paper emit silver light, each showing the characteristics of a literary treasure.

A group of girls headed by Xiao Tao rushed to put up the Spring Festival couplets. Just as a Spring Festival couplet was put up on the gate, a strange thing happened...

The Spring Festival couplets are perfectly integrated with the gate. There is no paper, only deep carvings. It is impossible to steal such Spring Festival couplets...

First couplet: "Spring breeze, spring rain, spring scenery"

Second line: "New Year, New Scenery, New Home"

Horizontal comment: "Changing with each passing day."

Sixteen characters replaced the original "one school with two Jinshi, Dacang Zhuangyuanfang".

Hong Ying cast his gaze on Lin Zheng and whispered: "Husband, have you seen your uncle's intentions?"

"What?"

Hongying glanced at him: "You...the original couplet, a double Jinshi, Da Cang Zhuangyuanfang, only highlighted the literary arts, not the martial arts. The world would think that the Lin family only had Lin Erlang and Lin Sanlang, and ignored it. Lin Dalang. My uncle made this change for you. You don’t have to thank me for this brotherly love, but you have to know it."

Lin Zheng smiled: "We three brothers are sincere to each other, why do we care about these situational things? There is a reason why the third brother capitalizes on the Spring Festival couplets, but it is definitely not what you think."

It was Hongying's turn to not understand, why?

Lin Zheng said: "The third brother has broken through the literary realm. Every word and ink he wrote is a literary treasure. Now it is posted all over the Lin Mansion. It is unusual. Maybe he has expected that in the next year, the Lin Mansion will not be the best." There will be peace! I took the opportunity of writing Spring Festival couplets to quietly set up a protective circle in Lin Mansion."