Nightwatcher

"Bai Ji, do you want to enter the Buddha Pagoda?"

Xu Qi'an led the little mare and stopped under the archway at the foot of the mountain. He tied the little mare to the pillar, and then asked the little white fox for his opinion.

"No! Your Majesty said that I came out this time to gain experience and gain knowledge." The little white fox said in a serious tone with a childish voice. .

Suddenly, a thought flashed in Xu Qi'an's mind:

Put it together with Xiaodouding, I don't know what kind of sparks will be created.

It will be beaten badly, Xu Qi said in peace.

"Are your ladies beautiful?"

Xu Qi'an helped the princess off the horse.

"It's so beautiful." Bai Ji called out in a soft voice.

Xu Qi'an noticed that Mu Nanzhi gave him a cold sideways glance.

You are not really empty of all four things. The corner of his mouth twitched.

The two of them, a fox, left the little mare at the foot of the mountain and climbed up the steps. Qingyun Mountain is lush with vegetation. Even in such a cold winter, you can see large expanses of green.

Seeing her enjoying the scenery along the way with great interest, Xu Qi'an said:

"The flowers, plants and trees here are nourished by the awe-inspiring righteousness all year round. They are different from the plants outside and have undergone some mutations. Even in winter"

Mu Nanzhi interrupted coldly: "I need you to explain?"

I almost forgot, you are the reincarnation of Flower God! Xu Qi'an immediately shut up.

With Mu Nanzhi's rank, I'm afraid he could tell the clue at first glance.

Xu Qi'an never mentioned the identity of the flower god's reincarnation, pretending not to know.

Mu Nanzhi also pretended that he didn't know.

The two have a super high tacit understanding, as if they are old couples who have lived together for many years, living a life where they can understand each other without much communication.

Not long after, they came to the academy along the mountain steps. Xu Qi'an first visited the three great Confucians, his teachers in name.

The three great scholars entertained Xu Qi'an in the quiet and elegant attic.

"Ning Yan, long time no see, are you here all right?"

Xu Xinian's mentor, the great Confucian Zhang Shen greeted with a smile, then turned to look at Mu Nanzhi: "This is"

"This is my unmarried wife." Xu Qi'an introduced.

The three great scholars all showed surprised expressions, and even Mu Nanzhi turned his face sideways in astonishment, staring at Xu Qi'an.

Mu Nanzhi put his palms together quickly and launched a counterattack:

"The poor nun is a monk. Don't talk nonsense, Master Xu. It will ruin the reputation of the poor nun."

The little white fox squatted on the tea table, looked up at her, and said:

"Auntie, where is the reputation of a monk? You should say, don't ruin the poor nun's practice."

Mu Nanzhi shuddered with a backhand, turning into anger from embarrassment:

"As much as you know.

"Shall I set up a stage for you and let you perform for three days and three nights?"

Bai Ji was young, just in the state of a half bucket of water clinking, and she was very expressive. It didn't demolish Mu Nanzhi once or twice, even though it didn't have this awareness.

Seeing the four men staring at her, Mu Nanzhi felt a little ashamed, got up and left angrily.

"Auntie, wait for me"

The little white fox hurriedly jumped off the table, shaking its fluffy tail, like a kitten abandoned by its owner, anxiously chasing after it.

Xu Qi'an watched one person and one fox leave, shook his head and sighed:

"I am a woman who has been married before, has a bad temper, and is about the same age as my aunt. Teachers, please forgive me."

Have you ever been married? !

Still old enough to be a mother? !

The three great scholars looked at Xu Qi'an's eyes, as if there was something extra.

"I came to visit the three teachers this time, and I want to ask for a few spells of "Words follow" spells."

Xu Qi'an rubbed his hands, feeling ashamed for his prostitution.

The reason why he wanted the spells of the three great Confucians instead of Zhao Shou's was because he could bear the backlash of the fourth rank's "speaking out the law".

As for the dean, Zhao Shou, who was at the peak of the third grade, he was only one step away from entering the real "Great Confucianism" realm. Xu Qi'an couldn't stand the backlash of spells at this level.

"Spell!"

"That's it!"

"It's nothing, it's nothing!"

The three Confucian scholars showed friendly smiles one after another, rubbed their hands together, and said:

"Does Ning Yan have any new works recently?"

"No!" Xu Qi'an shook his head regretfully, and then wanted to explain a few words.

Unexpectedly, the three great Confucian scholars immediately put away their friendly smiles, showing the expressions of "everyone meets by chance", and said:

"Confucian magic is not passed on to outsiders, Xu Yinluo, please come back, don't make things difficult for us."

This, this becomes Xu Yinluo? It's too real, you just want to whore my poems for nothing Xu Qi'an complained in her heart, and immediately felt that she didn't have the right to slander others.

He pondered for a while, and said: "Suddenly, Wensi springs up."

The eyes of the three great Confucians suddenly brightened, they straightened their backs, and made a listening and serious posture.

Xu Qi'an said slowly:

"Last year and today, in this gate, the faces of peach blossoms reflect each other's red."

The three great Confucian scholars in Qilu listened intently, chewing on the opening two sentences in their hearts.

These two lines of poems highlight the impressive memory, which is clear to "today". The human face and peach blossom in the second half of the sentence let the three great Confucians know that what he wants to write is related to love.

As highly talented Confucians, their ability to appreciate and analyze poetry is super strong.

Judging that this poem should follow the path of artistic conception and emotion, which is different from the poem "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Dusk".

Even, based on the foreshadowing of the first two lines of the poem, the three great Confucians either actively compose poems in their minds, or guess the emotional direction of the second half of the poem.

Xu Qi'an turned his head to look out the window, and said in a low voice:

"The human face doesn't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze!"

The three great scholars were silent, chewing, feeling melancholy in their hearts for no reason.

The beauty is set off by peach blossoms, and the time of "last year" is used to pave the way. After the second half of the song comes out, it makes people feel a sense of "things are different".

If you are a sentimental person, you will feel dejected when you hear it.

"Good poem, if this poem is spread, it will definitely be deeply loved and respected by Miss Jiaofangsi."

Zhang Shen Fu must be emotional.

This kind of poem, which is obviously written about emotional hurt, can best hit the soft heart of prostitutes.

"With this poem, Ning Yan can spend wantonly in Jiaofangsi without spending a penny."

Li Mubai praised.

"Ning Yan's poem was written for Fuxiang, spread it, and the girls in the Jiaofang Division will cry for your affection."

Chen Tai sighed.

Xu Qi'an rolled his eyes: "This poem doesn't have a name, so I'll ask the three teachers for help."

After the words fell, the three great scholars suddenly breathed heavily. They looked at each other, their eyes full of vigilance, full of distrust and vigilance.

Seeing this, Xu Qi'an got up and bowed: "I still have something to ask the dean, so I leave."

exited the attic.

He looked outside for a while, but he didn't see Mu Nanzhi, so he didn't need to worry too much in Qingyun Mountain, so he didn't look for it.

Xu Qi'an walked through the "school area" and "dormitory area" with ease, and walked to the back of the mountain for a long time, until the sound of "rustling" of bamboo leaves whirling in the wind.

A bamboo forest mixed with emerald green and withered yellow appeared in front of my eyes.

And a small attic hidden in the bamboo forest.

Dean Zhao Shou had already stood in the fenced yard in front of the attic, waiting for a long time.

"I just went to visit the three gentlemen." Xu Qi'an bowed.

Zhao Shou returned a salute, and now Xu Qi'an has the qualifications to sit on an equal footing with him.

"Respect the teacher." Zhao Shou smiled and approved.

He knew that the three great scholars were Xu Qi'an's teachers in name.

Xu Qi'an glanced at him: "I wrote a poem for them, but I didn't name it."

The smile on Zhao Shou's face slowly disappeared.

"Forget it, just tell me if you have something to say, what do you want me to do?" Zhao Shou pinched his brows, I have to deal with the mess later.

"Why did Duke Wei seal the witch god?" Xu Qi'an really said it straight.

Zhao Shou made a "please" gesture: "Come into the room and talk."

When the two entered the room, Zhao Shou glanced at the empty coffee table and said displeasedly:

"There should be tea here."

With a flash of light, there were two cups of steaming hot tea on the coffee table.

That's okay too? Xu Qi'an was stunned.

I said in my heart that I still underestimated these tricks of Confucianism.

Seeing his doubts, Zhao Shou explained with a smile:

"It's not made out of nothing, but it's just using magic to summon the tea from the tea drinkers nearby."

He glanced at the teacup and said, "Very good, I haven't been drunk."

If I go to bed at night, I say one sentence under the quilt: There should be a wife here.

Is it possible to summon other people's wives? Hey hey.

Xu Qi'an said sincerely: "Principal, please give me a few spells that can be followed by words."

Zhao Shou took a sip of tea, smiled and said:

"Because the power of Confucian saints is passing away, the witch god is about to break free from the seal. In order to prevent the Central Plains and even Kyushu from being destroyed, Wei Yuan chose to sacrifice himself to strengthen the seal of Confucian saints."

Xu Qi'an restrained his distracting thoughts and stared deeply at Zhao Shou:

"You know that's not what I want to ask.

"Why did the Confucian sage seal the witch god, and why did he seal the Gu god? The Heavenly Gu old man conspired with Xu Pingfeng to strengthen the seal.

"Because the sculpture of Confucian sages under the extreme abyss in the southern border is also cracked. Confucianism's cultivation is related to luck, and Confucian saints are responsible for luck, so the old man Tiangu thinks that taking a piece of monstrous luck can strengthen it." seal.

"Because it has the same source as the power of Confucian saints."

Zhao Shou was silent for a while, without rebuttal, nodded and said:

"The Gu God is an ancient god and demon. It will not pity the common people, and its nature is bloodthirsty and aggressive. Such a fierce creature must be sealed. And the Wu God is trying to invade the Central Plains. I don't need to say how terrible a super enemy is. Speak."

Xu Qi'an shook his head, smiled bitterly and said:

"Dean, I have a background in solving crimes, so don't argue with your logic in front of me.

"In order to prevent the Central Plains from being invaded, the witch god was sealed. But the witch god existed far earlier than the Confucian saints.

"If the witch gods wanted to invade the Central Plains, then the Central Plains would have already been ruled by the witch gods. The reason why the Confucian saints sealed the witch gods is not that simple."

Zhao Shou remained silent.

Xu Qi'an continued:

"The era of gods and demons is over. So far, there have been five super-classes: Confucian saints, witch gods, Gu gods, Buddhas, and Taoist priests. Confucian saints are the youngest, the latest to appear, and the earliest to die.

"The rhetoric of sealing the witch gods for the safety of the Central Plains is totally untenable.

"Besides, Buddhism is also coveting the Central Plains. According to your logic, do Confucian saints also want to seal Buddha?"

Xu Qi'an stared at Zhao Shou aggressively.

The room was quiet, and the two confronted each other in silence for a moment, Zhao Shou said slowly:

"Who told you that Confucian saints did not seal the Buddha?"

In an instant, Xu Qi'an only felt an electric current sweep across his back, and his scalp was numb.

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