Legend of the Great Sage

"Not too much." Mo Wuhen replied indifferently, looking at Li Qingshan with a pair of pupilless eyes, "Where have we met?"

Although there are no pupils in his eyes, they are different from the dead white of a blind person, and more like the blank space in a painting, which contains an endless and far-reaching space, reflecting everything in the world.

Li Qingshan suddenly had a feeling of being naked under the ice and snow, with nowhere to hide. Those blank eyes, looking through his body and soul, were searching for something. His almost instinctive urging brought this This feeling dissipated, and said with a smile: "It should not be, otherwise I must be very impressed!"

Although Li Qingshan had a conjecture, he didn't dare to confirm it. After all, the conjecture was too amazing, how could it be such a coincidence? And it doesn't really feel like it.

"It should be." Mo Wuhen said.

I don't know when, the sound of the crane and the zither subsided, only the heavy snow fell. The two men looked at each other, confirming a certain doubt in their hearts. Although they both felt that the doubt was a bit inconceivable, they had a very subtle feeling.

The thread of fate that was once disconnected, at this moment, began to entangle again.

"My master has been hidden from the world for many years, it's normal that you don't know Qingshan."

Feeling the strange atmosphere, Chu Danqing smoothed things over, took the red umbrella from Mo Wuhen's hand, and welcomed him into the pavilion.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, have you heard my name?" Li Qingshan turned around and sat down, unknowingly, he was no longer called senior.

"Li Qingshan, that's a good name." Mo Wuhen also sat down, his long hem and sleeves winding down. The long hair almost fell to the ground.

"Qingshan, I have often mentioned you to the master!" Chu Danqing tried to ease the atmosphere.

"I also think it's a good name. There's no need for a mulberry field to bury a bone. There are no green hills anywhere in life." Li Qingshan groaned.

"Good poetry." Mo Wuhen seemed a little surprised.

"Qingshan, I don't know yet, your name comes from this!" Chu Danqing said.

"I don't know where the word 'Wuhen' comes from?" Li Qingshan played with the wine bottle.

"It's just a false name, there is no poem to mention!" Mo Wuhen said.

"That's really a pity." Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed, is it a false name or a fake name?

Suddenly said: "I think of a poem,

People like Qiu Hong come to have letters. Things are like a spring dream without a trace! "

"People are like autumn birds who come to have a letter. Things are like spring dreams without trace." Mo Wuhen groaned in a low voice, as if immersed in a poem.

"Qingshan, you have not only made great progress in cultivation, but also become a great poet after being separated for so many years. It is really disrespectful."

Chu Danqing said in surprise. In his impression, Li Qingshan has nothing to do with the word "gentle", why did he suddenly change his temperament today. And the master is also a little unusual.

"Don't forget, I'm a novelist's disciple." Li Qingshan smiled slightly, and said to Mo Wuhen: "It's the first time we meet, I didn't prepare any gift, so I'll give this line of poem to a fellow Taoist as a gift, it's not a waste of time A glass of Danqing wine!"

"Your gift is very elegant." Chu Danqing smiled, but Mo Wuhen said: "I won't accept it!" His expression froze, and he looked at Li Qingshan worriedly.

"Why not accept it?" Li Qingshan showed no signs of anger or surprise, and slowly sipped the Danqing wine.

"Poems are good poems, but the prose is wrong. At this time, there is no autumn dream, nor spring dream." Mo Wuhen looked towards the heavy snow outside the pavilion.

"That's true." Li Qingshan strolled to the pavilion, thought for a while, "What about this one? Thousands of mountains and birds are gone, thousands of trails are gone, and the lonely boat is fishing for snow in the cold river."

"Good poetry!" Chu Danqing praised enthusiastically: "Qingshan, I can't see that you have such a literary talent!"

"Thank you!" Li Qingshan smiled.

"Although the article is on the topic, it has nothing to do with 'Wuhen'."

Mo Wuhen pondered for a moment, but he denied it again, which made Chu Danqing at a loss, not knowing that the master suddenly became so picky, as if he wanted to find trouble for Li Qingshan.

"There will be no traces at all. The words and deeds will always leave some traces. Even those things that I think have been erased may pop up again one day." Li Qingshan said meaningfully .

"If you can erase it once, you can erase it twice. It doesn't matter." Mo Wuhen changed his subject: "In your body, I have a gift that I like. I don't know if you are willing to give it up."

"What do fellow daoists want to accept? Feel free to ask!" Li Qingshan opened his arms.

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Li Qingshan's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help looking at Chu Danqing.

"Sorry, Aoyama, Master asked me when he was healing me..."

Chu Danqing apologized that when he met Mo Wuhen in the past, he had not fully recovered from the wound he had left for repairing. Mo Wuhen not only healed his wound, but also showed his extraordinary painting skills, which made him make up his mind to worship him. as a teacher.

"It's okay, it's all trivial!"

Li Qingshan didn't take it seriously, he and Chu Danqing were just friends, not as good as a master-student relationship, and Chu Danqing always respected his master, so naturally he would not lie to his master. And he even exposed the Asura field in his hand, so he didn't care about this small scroll.

"But unfortunately, this volume is not in my hands, and I will not give it to others."

"Where did you get it?" Mo Wuhen didn't ask where it went, but only asked where it came from, which made Li Qingshan more sure of his guess, so he said: "A good friend gave it."

"What's the name of your good friend?"

"Beiyue!" Li Qingshan nodded slightly, eyes under thick eyebrows, staring at Mo Wuhen in front of him.

"Could it be that Beiyue who was killed in Longzhou by... Mohai Dragon King?" Chu Danqing asked in surprise, stumbled in his words, and subconsciously glanced at Mo Wuhen.

Li Qingshan became more and more clear, and asked again: "Fellow Daoist Mo, do you know me as a good friend?"

"I know." Mo Wuhen didn't hide it.

Li Qingshan suddenly burst out laughing, the laughter broke the silence, no more tactful probing, put his hands on the stone table, leaned forward, stared at Mo Wuhen, and said bluntly: "Could it be that fellow daoist is Mo Hailongwang?"

"Exactly." Mo Wuhen said indifferently.

"master……"

Chu Danqing was a little stunned. In fact, after so many years of getting along, he had already vaguely guessed Mo Wuhen's identity. Of all the great monks in the world, none of them was an unknown person.

"I don't know where the word Beiyue comes from?" Mo Wuhen questioned.

"It's just a false name, there is no poetry to mention!" Li Qingshan picked up the wine bottle, his pupils suddenly turned crimson, staring at Mo Wuhen, "Bei Yue comes to offer a cup to the Dragon King!"

In Mo Wuhen's blank eyes, a pair of jet-black pupils suddenly appeared. They were not human eyes, but dragon eyes exuding endless majesty.

The moment the four eyes met, the heavy snow froze for a moment!