Journey To the World of Film and Television

Tang Guo went south and experienced Jingguo. Zhou Ji once again saw the rolling green mountains surrounded by smoke and clouds in the distance.

The name of that mountain is Mogan Mountain.

Zhou Ji covered his figure and fell from the sky, and did not rush into the garden, but walked along the stone path to the mountain gate, and smiled at the two Mochiyuan disciples guarding the mountain gate, "What a coincidence, there are two girls again."

"Who are you?"

Sensing that someone was climbing the mountain, the two female disciples guarding the mountain gate looked at each other with doubts.

Zhou Ji showed a kind smile, raised his arm, and slowly opened his curled fingers. A simple and elegant jade pendant fell from the palm of his hand, shaking slightly under the traction of the red string between his fingers.

Seeing the jade pendant of the mountain master on Zhou Ji's waist, the two of them reacted and quickly saluted Zhou Ji.

The last time they came and went in a hurry, they couldn't exchange names. Only after asking their names this time did they know that one of them was called Lan Que and the other Xi Ming.

Zhou Ji thought that he had to be notified before he could enter, but Xi Ming took the initiative to lead the way, and said with a smile, "Young master holds the personal jade pendant of the mountain master. At that time, I was a distinguished guest of Mochi Garden, please move to Mochi for a while. Wait for a while, and then I will call someone to report to the Mountain Lord."

"Thank you, Miss Ximing." Zhou Ji nodded with a chuckle, bowed to Lan Que, and followed Ximing into the mountain gate.

Ximing shook his head and said, "Wilderness and his party, Mr. Zhou has helped me a lot in the Mochi Garden. I often hear my teachers and sisters mentioning your kindness, how dare I say thank you."

The two chatted along the way, and the disciples of Mochiyuan who passed by showed curiosity. During this time, several disciples who had returned from the wasteland recognized Zhou Ji, hurriedly straightened their clothes, and bowed to him from a distance.

Walking to the Mochi, a familiar figure hurriedly came from the distant courtyard. He must have received a message from the onlookers. Although he looked at Zhou Ji with a bit of surprise in his eyes, he also complained more.

"Senior Sister Shaohua~" Ximing saw Shaohua coming, and bowed.

Received a signal from Shao Hua, Xi Ming stepped back and left.

"Girl Shaohua, long time no see~" Seeing Shaohua's complex expression and mixed feelings, Zhou Ji was curious, looked down at his clothes, and said with a wry smile, "I don't seem to have offended the girl at all, right? "

Shao Hua bowed to Zhou Jichang, sighed softly, and softened up, "That's right, it's been half a year since the capital city of the Tang Dynasty was farewell, it's been a long time."

It has been more than half a year, and there has been no news.

Even though Tang State is far away from Dahe, and there are only two round trips in more than half a year, every time he sees the wooden box in the house of the owner of the mountain, Shao Hua feels a little sad for her.

Shao Hua sighed softly, "After traveling for thousands of miles, the young master traveled from the Tang Dynasty to Dahe, did he come here specially to find the owner of the mountain?"

"Yeah, where is Shan. Mo Shanzhu? Can it be in the garden?" Zhou Ji looked at the other side of the Mochi Lake, near the stone tablet, willows Yiyi.

And among the green trees swaying in the wind, a small courtyard not far from Mochi looms.

Shao Hua glanced at Zhou Ji's line of sight, a little surprised that Zhou Ji found the small courtyard of the mountain master when he came to Mochi Garden for the first time.

Thinking of this, Shao Hua's eyes became softer, and she planned to report to the mountain master in person, but when her thoughts turned, a strange smile flashed in her eyes, and she pointed sideways, "The mountain master is practicing in the house. My son, please come with me."

Zhou Ji caught Shao Hua's fleeting smirk, although he didn't understand why, but he didn't notice any malicious calculations.

Walking along the green lawn to the small courtyard, Shao Hua quietly slowed down, unknowingly fell behind Zhou Ji, and stopped under a weeping willow tree.

Seeing Shao Hua stop, Zhou Ji also stopped and looked at her suspiciously. In a trance, a breeze blew on his face, and the willow leaves rustled softly by the bank of Mochi Lake. Zhou Ji turned to look.

Mo Shanshan was sitting by the window alone, tracing small script with a calm expression. She is still wearing the white dress, her waterfall-like black hair is combed in a simple and refreshing bun, she is naturally fair without makeup, her lips are red without rouge, she is quiet and elegant, but she gives people a kind of affection of fragility.

A page is full, Mo Shanshan took off his glasses and looked out the window, the breeze blew his hair, dazzled in front of his eyes, and turned his eyes to the door as if feeling something, a figure so blurred that he couldn't see his face clearly just so quietly Standing in the courtyard, Mo Shanshan seemed to have forgotten the existence of the glasses, got up and backed away from the chair, and ran towards the outside of the house.

Hearing the messy noises coming from the room, Zhou Ji hurried forward to check, but before he got up the steps, he saw Mo Shanshan stumbling out of the room, stepped on the steps and almost missed his foot, and fell forward. Zhou Ji was about to step forward to support him, but he saw Mo Shanshan stepped on his toes in the air, opened his arms, and stood up straight from the forward leaning position.

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Zhou Ji had also opened his arms at this time, and was only two steps away from Mo Shanshan. Seeing the other party standing still, he hesitated for a moment, but did not put down his arms in mid-air, but walked forward and gently hugged Mo Shanshan. into the arms.

Mo Shanshan was taken aback by Zhou Ji's sudden movement.

After the astonishment passed, those ethereal eyes gathered all the soft light and closed them slightly, feeling the long-lost familiar warmth and comforting breath.

A light cough came from outside the courtyard, and the two separated. Mo Shanshan brushed his hair, lowered his head with a bit of shyness and reluctance, and looked at the pair of crystal clear earlobes followed by the pandemonium. The flush was so hot that it was about to bleed, and Zhou Ji suddenly had an impulse in his heart, wanting to hug her again and hug her tightly.

But this is the Mochi Garden after all, and I couldn't help but be reminded by Shao Hua just now that it would be a bit too rude if I knowingly violated it again.

Such a thing as etiquette.

At least you have to put it on.

"Speaking of which, this is the second time, right?" Zhou Ji turned his head, looked at the grass and trees in the courtyard, the ink pond in the distance, and looked back at Mo Shanshan who was arranging his hair and clothes, and couldn't help laughing, " You were about to fall down the steps last time, and you almost bluffed me too."

Hearing Zhou Ji's joke, Mo Shanshan showed a slight smile and calmed down.

"I suffered from eye disease since I was a child, and I often stumble when I walk, but I gradually got used to adjusting my posture when I was in danger, so I didn't fall much."

Zhou Ji listened to Mo Shanshan's story about his childhood, and walked into the room slowly. Only then did Mo Shanshan realize that he hadn't put on his glasses since he just took them off.

Returning to the old place, the layout of the study is the same as when Zhou Ji was there at that time, without any change.

Only on the desk by the window, the paper that had not been pressed by the paperweight was blown by the strong wind and almost fell to the ground.

Mo Shanshan also noticed this, seeing that Zhou Ji was about to walk towards the desk, since Mo Shanshan was known as a bookworm, he was obsessed with calligraphy, and Zhou Ji was very good at calligraphy since thousands of years ago, although the two did not know each other because of calligraphy, But they got acquainted in the exchange of calligraphy.

Seeing Zhou Ji walking to the table, Mo Shanshan suddenly thought of something and wanted to put away the paper first, but found that Zhou Ji had already looked down at the paper and found the letterhead he had written to him.

The teapot boiled, emitting dense white gas.

Mo Shanshan is not the kind of woman who can speak eloquently, and Zhou Ji is not the kind of frivolous and noisy character. The two haven't seen each other for more than half a year. They should have a lot to say, but when they really meet, they have something to say not coming out.

The two pages of letter paper were full of what she saw today, the weeping willows and fallen leaves, the blue sky with floating clouds, and joy everywhere.

There is no lingering lovesickness in writing, just sharing the joy in my heart.

Zhou Ji solemnly put away the letter paper, put it in his arms, looked at the woman in front of him, hesitant to speak, all the words froze on his lips, leaving only a moving thank you.

The boiling kettle is beeping, and the tea has five flavors.

Mo Shanshan accepted the invitation from Zhou Ji, although there was no dimple, his smile was still moving.

"As early as in the wasteland, I often heard Mr. Shisan mentioning Miss Sangsang in front of us. Now that the two of them are going to have a happy event, how could I miss it?" Mo Shanshan was quite surprised when he heard the news of Ning Que's marriage, and rubbed his fingertips On the cover of the invitation, after estimating the approximate time, he winked at Zhou Ji and said with a smile, "It seems that I should prepare an extra thank you gift."

Zhou Ji looked at Mo Shanshan's black and white eyes with a slight smile, and immediately understood that she had seen Ning Que's intention to ask him to send the invitation, so he touched his nose and took another sip from his teacup.

Mo Shanshan suddenly remembered something, hesitantly said, "Since Mr. Thirteen asked you to send the invitation, when do you plan to return to Tang?"

There is a master sitting in the Tang country, so there shouldn't be any troubles.

Zhou Ji thought for a while and said with a smile, "Since the invitation has been sent, let's go with you?"

Mo Shanshan's eyes lit up, fearing that Zhou Ji would regret it, he nodded hastily.

Dahe Kingdom is named after the great river that originates from Daze and flows south to the sea.

And on the other side of the Dahe Country, across the river is the Jiange of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

The Jiange is located on the cliff, and it is in this quaint hall.

A man with gray beard and hair, who was as proud as a sword, looked at the silent people in the audience, and said in a deep voice, "Who can give me an explanation?"

The news of Liu Yiqing's disastrous defeat in the academy and his blindness has already spread back to the Southern Jin Dynasty. The sword master Liu Bai's sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the dozen or so disciples present. Listening to the master's question, everyone bowed their heads in silence, not knowing at all. How to answer.

One of them couldn't withstand the huge pressure, fell to his knees with a bang, and repeatedly begged Master for mercy.

Liu Bai's face sank like water, and he waved his hand to let everyone leave. Knowing that the mastermind behind this matter was the former adjudication priest, he frowned slightly, and waved his hand to kill the Jiange traitor. How dare the great priest do such a thing?"

Headmaster of Xiling

The head priest who never dared to show his true face appeared in front of his eyes. Liu Bai's expression became more and more disdainful, and he waved for a piece of letter paper, meditated for a long time, and slowly and seemingly casually scribbled on the yellowish paper.

With the lines twisted and knotted, trembling and dragging from time to time, a few simple strokes are difficult to form a hollow and long thing, like a simple sword mark, left on the paper.

"Master! A letter from Master Qu Ni of the White Pagoda Temple in the Moonland Kingdom."

Outside the door, a Jiange disciple wanted to walk up the steps, when he suddenly felt a boundless sword intent emerge from the hall, the sword intent was fleeting, and as the hall door opened, it was as if nothing had happened.

After delivering Master Qu Ni's letter to Liu Bai, the disciple was stopped by Liu Bai just as he walked out of the hall.

Looking back, Liu Bai had already burned Master Qu Ni's letterhead to ashes, and another letterhead was being passed in his hand.

"Go and send this letter to the capital of the Tang Kingdom, and give it to Ye Hongyu."

After his disciple left, Liu Bai turned around and looked at the letter paper with only carbon ashes left in the fire, and said indifferently, "The way of the sword lies in the courage to forge ahead. Since I want Liu Yiqing to defeat Ning Que and kill Ning Que, then he will be rejected by Ning Que." Defeating and killing is a matter of course. Why do you need to make noise? The son of the king of Hades? The whole world destroys Tang? What do you have to do with me!"

As for the Dahe Sword Intent sent to Ye Hongyu

It is both a challenge and an opportunity.

The former adjudicating priest plotted against Jiange, but was accidentally beheaded by Ye Hongyu. As a sword master, with Liu Bai's pride, he would not accept Ye Hongyu's favor, but would instead transfer the karma of Xiling to her. on the head.

If Ye Hongyu could bear this Dahe Sword Intent, for her, it would be the way of a Sword Master.

But if he was hurt by this Dahe sword intent, the conflict between Xiling and Jiange would be settled.

On the other side, the border of Dahe.

Zhou Ji stayed in Mochi Garden for a few more days as a guest. On the one hand, Mo Shanshan wanted to prepare gifts to congratulate Ning Que and Sangsang. Shusheng and other disciples of Mochiyuan.

Zhou Ji didn't have much affection for this so-called book sage, and the book sage treated him lukewarm.

But Zhou Ji also understood.

After all, although he resigned from his position as the sweeper of the old library, he still represents Tang Guo Academy in the eyes of the world.

The Dahe Kingdom and the Tang Kingdom belong to the category of long-distance and close-attack, no matter how close the relationship is, they are still 'outsiders' after all.

Three days later, Mochiyuan, as the mission of the Dahe Kingdom, was about to leave for the north. Zhou Ji also visited the Mochiyuan with Mo Shanshan these days, and even took time to visit the capital of the Dahe Kingdom, and bought some other one's gift.

On the way before leaving, Mo Shanshan did not forget to pick up her pen and practice calligraphy, as if she had integrated calligraphy into her life. Even though the surroundings were noisy, she still had a calm expression and natural brushwork.

Leaning on the carriage, Zhou Ji looked down at Mo Shanshan's handwriting, and praised, "I haven't seen you in half a year, and your handwriting has improved again. After integrating the calligraphy of the eight famous masters, you have really blazed your own path."

"More than half a year~" Mo Shanshan looked up at Zhou Ji, and said with a smile, "Do you remember how long it was?"

"It's been more than two hundred days?" Zhou Ji was taken aback when he heard the words, shook his head and sighed softly, "From the day I sent you away to the day I saw you again, two hundred and four days. Has it been so long?"

Looking from a distance, the cool breeze blowing by the bank of Mochi Lake blows the windows of the small courtyard and flips. The orchid who came to clean up wanted to close the windows, but accidentally touched the wooden box on the side of the bookshelf.

All of a sudden, the wooden box was overturned, and the envelopes fell to the ground one by one. Lanque panicked, squatted down to pick them up, and opened them casually. The same name was written on each letter.

Lan Que swallowed her saliva, looked at the thick letter paper that couldn't be removed with two hands, and said with her tongue, "How much is this?"