twin moon

Chapter 195 No.20 Act Six

In the second year of Zhaoxi, on the [-]th day of the fourth month, Yunzhi, the capital city of Fu State, was in Wanzhou.

Before Ye's army broke through the city gate, the rich and powerful nobles and rich merchants of Fu country fled with their families and money.To this day, there is no one in a hundred who has returned again, and there is not enough financial resources to regroup the manpower to repair and tidy up the half of the city that was destroyed by the fire.

Following Hai Qiuyang's assassination and death, the already precarious Fuguo Guozuo collapsed.Afterwards, the country of Ye withdrew its troops, making this traumatized land an extrajudicial place without any jurisdiction.And the private soldiers supported by various forces before were mostly outlaws.At the beginning of the war, they either fell into bandits and plundered passing caravans on main roads in various places, or occupied mountains and became kings, and robbed the only remaining food in nearby towns.

For a time, the farmlands were barren, and the hungry people fled. The once prosperous Fu country suddenly became a place that the world talked about and did not dare to set foot in easily.

But I don't know when the private soldiers recruited by anonymous people with strong financial resources gradually wiped out the bandits everywhere.In just half a year, the rogues had been wiped out.And the common people in this thousand-year-old city of Yunzhi no longer have to continue struggling to survive on the devastated ruins after the war.

The rain in late spring and early summer always seems to be endless.A continuous drizzle lasted intermittently for half a month, and it finally cleared up today.And a large area of ​​unowned green plums at the foot of the mountain, as if nourished by the rain, matured overnight.

In the evening, a flat-bottomed merchant ship without any flag was moored at the ferry upstream from the water.This is not the first merchant ship to arrive at the city of Yunzhi this month. As soon as it docks, a convoy that has already been arranged comes to welcome it.Pieces of salt bricks wrapped in layers of oiled paper were unloaded from the boat by workers waiting at the pier, and then neatly stacked on the car and pulled towards the city.Everyone is working hard, and everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Not long after, a thin figure dressed as the owner of a merchant ship came ashore accompanied by his followers, got into the car and left for the city without stopping.Suddenly, a worker by the pier suddenly stood up, looked at the car that was drifting away, and shouted excitedly:
"It's the little Patriarch of the Mo family! It's the little Patriarch of the Mo family who has returned!"

The shouts attracted more and more workers to look at the car.Then someone bowed to the car and saluted very reverently.Gradually, the workers on the wharf stopped their work one after another, so that passers-by also looked at it.

Seeing this, a man riding a horse next to the carriage immediately leaned against the curtain of the carriage and whispered a few words to the people sitting in it, then turned his horse's head around and said loudly to the crowd behind him saluting:
"Everyone, please get up. Everyone is from Yunzhi who grew up drinking Lishui and eating glutinous rice. My master asked me to say something, you have suffered all these years! Now as long as everyone works together, we will be able to rebuild our former home! "

The speaker was Mo Chen.Although his words were simple, they touched the heartstrings of the people who had suffered from the scourge of war.Some people in the crowd began to whine and cry, and then everyone knelt down on the ground, bowing their heads solemnly, and thousands of words were merged into one sentence, which echoed in the still misty sky:

"I would like to listen to Patriarch Mo's arrangement!"

Mo Chen caught up with Che Yu in front of him again, and drove side by side: "Little Patriarch, I didn't expect that we would be recognized by others even though we acted so low-key."

"In Wanzhou, only the Mo family can sell salt. It's reasonable for them to recognize me."

The young man in the car lifted a corner of the car curtain, poked out half of his head and glanced behind him quietly, with a very satisfied smile on his face, "After all, Yunzhi is the foundation of my Mo family for hundreds of years It is only our duty to do our best to help the homeland, and the common people don't have to do this."

"If it weren't for the little Patriarch, the Wanzhou Chamber of Commerce would have been on the sidelines. Although you have only slightly used some of the old relationships, for ordinary people in Fu Country, it is the difference between life and death from despair to hope. .”

Mo Chen cupped his hands, as if he was also happy to be able to return to his hometown.

"It's a pity that we came back late. If I could have calculated more back then, maybe I wouldn't have left in such a hurry." The smile on Mo Zeming's face gradually froze, "I'm afraid, this area The land has now suffered too much death and sorrow, and it will never regain its former prosperity."

"No, little Patriarch. As long as the hearts of the people are not scattered, Fu Kingdom will be here."

Mo Chen continued to comfort, and then asked again: "Next, where does the little Patriarch want to go first in the city?"

The silver-haired boy seemed to have already made up his mind, and said without thinking, "Luoxing Pavilion, I want to go to Luoxing Pavilion first."

Standing at the foot of Suli Mountain, you can only vaguely see Luoxing Pavilion surrounded by clouds and mist.After passing through the sea of ​​clouds and climbing to the ridge leading to the peak, you can see the cold moonlight pouring down, which makes a faint halo emanate from the sea of ​​clouds. The sea of ​​clouds is looming, as if half suspended in the sky.

Because it is far away on the top of the mountain, when Ye Kingdom came to attack a few years ago, even though the city was already in flames, arrows and flying stones could not reach this place.Even if someone climbed to the peak along the mountain path, the Luoxing Pavilion, which has nothing of much value, would not be able to arouse their interest at all, and it is still intact today.

Pushed by Mo Chen, the heavy wooden door creaked open, as if it had been dusted for many years.The door is full of counting papers, and at first glance, it is almost exactly the same as when Mo Zeming left that year, intact.The only difference is the long-extinguished oil lamps and candles, and the thin layer of ash accumulated on the ground.

Mo Zeming stepped into the cabinet slowly, and the hem of his clothes picked up the corners of some calculation papers on the ground, making a soft rattle.He bowed his body, picked up a piece of arithmetic paper that had fallen by his feet, and stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting on it.At this moment, time seems to have returned to a few years ago, back to the moment when the young man made the decision to give up everything to save others.

Many of the thick kraft papers sealed in the gaps between doors and windows in the pavilion have been degummed and peeled off.In the east corner, several windows were hit by a boulder rolled down from the mountain in the corner, or by a half tree trunk blown up by the mountain wind, breaking a large hole several feet wide.Over the past few years, countless times of wind and rain poured dead branches and leaves and mud and sewage into the pavilion, and then dried them again in the sun, leaving large and large stains.

At this time, the sun had already set, and the light of the stars and the moon shot into the pavilion from the hole, illuminating an area with a radius of Zhang Xu.And in the middle of that light spot, there are still an inkstone and several brushes that the silver-haired boy used to write in those years.

The little Patriarch of the Mo family took down an oil lamp from the wall, shook it in his hand, and seeing that there was still half a lamp oil in the lamp, he asked Mo Chen to light it for himself, and then walked into the darkness in the center of Luoxing Pavilion .

He reached out and gently flipped the copper mechanism in the center of the platform.At first, nothing happened.It seems that the hemispherical inner shell on the top of the pavilion, which is opened and closed by quicksand, has completely lost its function due to disrepair.But after a while, there was a crisp sound of "click" in the darkness, and the stuck parts in the bracket came loose, and they started to move again.

Accompanied by a series of continuous creaking sounds, the roof above the heads of the master and servant suddenly cracked a gap.The crack became bigger and bigger, and finally opened, revealing the bright Milky Way in the sky.

At this time, Mo Zeming stood in the middle of the circle of stargazing marks on the platform, letting the cold night wind blow over his face.Suddenly, Mo Chen saw something shiny on the little Patriarch's face, but he didn't dare to go forward to persuade him, so he could only stand a few steps away and listen to him whispering to himself:

"...Father, grandfather, and the ancestors of the Mo family, have you ever seen it? Zeming never dared to hope that the prophecy star he learned could change my fate against the sky and let me come back alive today. here……

As the saying goes, people in the world are like stars, but sand is like rivers.Today, however, Zeming finally understands that although dust is small, if it gathers to form a tower, it can stop the flow of rivers!And every person I save is a seed of refusal to accept fate planted in this world.Zeming himself, like these people, will take root and sprout, fight against the sky, against people, and against life, and no one can stop him!
Father, in the past you did not allow me to touch astrology and fortune-telling, because you clearly knew the dangers involved.But if you know what you can't do and do it, you will live in this world in vain!There are some things that I should have gone all out for a long time ago... Now I have plenty of time..."

"What the little Patriarch said should have been done a long time ago, does it mean to continue to investigate the death of the old Patriarch in Luoxing Pavilion? But after all, so many years have passed, where do you plan to start the investigation?"

Mo Chen finally couldn't help but interjected.However, the silver-haired boy's face turned serious: "Of course, the investigation starts from Luoxing Pavilion. That's where my father died. And the clues I want to find are here today!"

As Mo Zeming said, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, pointed at the open dome above his head and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty has been hiding on the beam for so long, it's time to show up now!"

Mo Chen hadn't noticed that there was a person hiding on the beam before, so he rushed forward and protected the little Patriarch behind him.At the same time, a figure also jumped down from the ground, as light as a feather:
"Sure enough, they are descendants of the Mo family. Could it be that you came here to meet me in the pavilion specially because you were supposed to be here today?"

"That's right. Your honor sneaked into the cabinet, did you want to find the manuscript left by your father?" Mo Zeming replied coldly, and took out a piece of paper that had already turned yellow from his pocket.

The man on the opposite side was dressed in an ordinary linen coat, and he looked like an ordinary scholar.However, his face was covered with a black cloth, obviously not wanting people to easily recognize his identity:
"I've heard that Mo Shi is proficient in the art of prophecy. Sure enough, nothing can escape your eyes. Tell me, what do you want me to exchange?"

The silver-haired boy took a step forward, slightly pushing away Mo Chen in front of him:

"Since you know the existence of this manuscript hidden by my father, you should also know that it was in this pavilion that he had an accident."

The person opposite also nodded without hesitation: "That's right, your grandfather Mo Zhengju and your father Mo Ran are both acquainted with my master."

Hearing this, Mo Zeming's breathing obviously became short of breath.He widened his eyes, as if he was nervous about getting closer to the truth of the matter:

"Then let me ask you again, is there any relationship between your master and the star fate calculated by your father before his death?!"

"The little Patriarch is just joking. If it doesn't matter, why do you sneak around here today, looking around?" The visitor laughed, as if he was listening to an extremely funny joke.

In the face of doubts and guesses, the other party did not deny it at all, which made Qi Ziyin's heart beat faster, and only felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of his heart:

"You want to tell me that the death of my father back then had a lot to do with your master?!"

The person on the opposite side has already fully grasped the initiative on the field:
"If the little Patriarch really wants to know, why don't you go to my Patriarch with the manuscript and ask him face to face, why bother to question me here?"

"But what if I don't want to hand over the manuscript?" Mo Zeming was a little overwhelmed by anger, and stopped the conversation directly, "Mo Chen will take this person down for me immediately, no matter what method he uses, get what he knows Ask me everything about my father verbatim!"

Mo Chen got the order, and immediately drew his sword and attacked in front of the opponent.It was too late and then too soon, but the seemingly harmless uninvited guest on the opposite side suddenly flew into the air, muttering something in his mouth, and hit Mo Chen's chest with an invisible force, causing him to fly back several feet in the air Far away, he pierced through the gate of Luoxing Pavilion, fell heavily on the stone steps in front of the pavilion, and remained motionless again.

"Little Patriarch Mo, my master appreciates your ability very much, and looks forward to the day when you can join us and become his strong support. But at this moment, he also hopes that you will not continue to be entangled in the things of the past, let alone continue to intervene , in a vain attempt to change the big thing he wants to do."

While speaking, the man actually bullied Mo Zeming at an incredible speed.

The silver-haired boy suddenly felt an irresistible force coming from the opponent, and he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe. He had to bend down little by little, and knelt down on the ground, but he still refused to bow his head:
"What if I insist on continuing to pester you?"

The other party just smiled contemptuously: "Naive! Do you think your skill of prophecy is comparable to that of Mo Ran back then? It was also because he didn't listen to advice that he ended up dying. There are thousands of things in the world, and you can change them." Star fate, others can change it, it just depends on who counts more, is more accurate, and is faster."

Mo Zeming suddenly felt a chill down his back: "What do you mean?!"

"Young Patriarch really doesn't understand? You have been away from Yunzhi for several years, why did you choose today to come to this pavilion to look for manuscripts? How can you be sure that what you have calculated must be the truth? From this point of view , but my master took it wrong, there is no need to keep you alive today!"

As the visitor spoke, he laughed and walked straight out of Luoxing Pavilion.Mo Zeming turned his head, and vaguely saw his opponent disappearing under the moonlight like a cloud of smoke.When he was about to run after him, he suddenly felt a splitting headache, his eyes went dark, and he fell unconscious on the spot.

When the silver-haired boy regained consciousness, it was already the next morning.Mo Chen, who was seriously injured, struggled down the mountain overnight, called for help, and poured a few doses of life-sustaining decoction, and just now pulled the little Patriarch back from the gate of hell.

However, the first thing Mo Zeming said when he woke up was to order the other party to take him back to Mulu City in a fast boat immediately.Mo Chen was a little puzzled, but didn't ask any more questions.Because he knew that the little Patriarch must have calculated something when he fell asleep last night.

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