twin moon

第241章 第32幕 入北荒 四

All of a sudden, the tiger-headed flying fish boat fell from a height, plunged almost vertically into the icy sea water.However, to Qi Ziyin, it seemed as long as several hours had passed.It wasn't until he was coughed violently by the icy sea water that the young man realized that he had escaped a catastrophe.

Thanks to Leng Jiayun's accurate and decisive orders before, although the battleship under their feet was seriously damaged, the part below the waterline did not suffer fatal damage or flooding, but some seawater was poured into the cabin from all over the deck. .However, the thick masts on the ship were still snapped off.The rudder used to control the direction was also stuck in the middle position due to the breakage of the engine bracket, and could not be moved again.

Fortunately, the angry god finally let them go. Although the mast was broken, he sank directly to the bottom of the water with the huge sail, so that the whole ship would not be torn to pieces by the howling north wind.The stuck rudder also prevented the ups and downs of the battleship from being overturned and swallowed by huge waves due to the inability of the helmsman to control it.

The strong north wind that came along with the huge waves had calmed down quietly at some point.The previous lightning, thunder and dark clouds also dissipated invisibly with the wind, as if they had never appeared before.

Ghost Cry Cape really lives up to its name.This sudden severe cold seemed to be a trial specially arranged for everyone by the ghosts in hell.The people who survived the trial suddenly found that the top of their heads had become a clear night full of stars and a bright moon shining in the wild while they were still in shock and secretly rejoicing.

The previous huge wave made the Tiger Head Flying Fish boat pass through Ghost Crying Cape in a very short time.What is presented to everyone now is a secret place in the extreme north that has never been visited by anyone.Even Leng Jiayun, who once traveled back and forth with Xiang Baili in the dark sea, has never seen such a magnificent sight——

The windless sea is now like a smooth and flat mirror.What is reflected on the quiet mirror is the clear moon and the turbid moon, as well as the bright Milky Way around it.On the other side of the sea is a piece of light blue floating ice reflecting the moonlight.And the three lone ships, which had long lost power, seemed to be propelled by an invisible force, and slowly followed the almost imperceptible tide below the ship, drawing a faint wake on the mirror surface, straight Float to the ice floe ahead.

"We—should be safe for now."

Qi Ziyin regained his composure and inspected the deck several times around the side of the ship. Seeing that there was nothing but the endless sea, he spoke to comfort the people around him, "Leave two people on duty on the ship, every three Every hour changes shifts. The rest of the people, take care of the wounded, count the supplies, and then take the time to rest!"

"Ziyin, do you really think we are safe?"

The woman in purple twisted her long hair and skirt that were soaked in ice water, as if she still had lingering fears about what happened before.Right now, she wasn't worried about the sea, but turned her head and looked behind her, "I don't know how the Peng Army is doing?"

Regarding this, the young Lord Ye was not that worried:
"If they just disappear, it's not too bad. After all, God wants to kill them. But if the Peng Army can survive under such a surge—"

He frowned first, but then he was relieved, as if he was ready to face any unexpected situation, "After all, according to Brother Zeming's calculation, the purpose of Yu Li's trip is to take the power of the ancestors as his own." Yes. If he is still alive right now, we will meet again one day. At that time, I will personally end this bastard for the people who died tragically in Mulu City!"

This was the first time the boy in white talked about murder in front of Leng Jiayun.The woman gave him a meaningful look, didn't say anything more, just nodded, turned around and went to help take care of Ning Yue and the others who were vomiting in the cabin.

But at this moment, behind them, two figures came out of the cabin, one in front and the other in the distance, but they were not looking at the young Lord Ye.One of them had silver hair and was wrapped in thick fox fur.Although his face looked a little pale, his eyes were always staring at the sky full of stars above his head without blinking:

"Even in Yunzhi's Falling Star Pavilion, I have never seen such a clear starry night..."

That was Mo Zeming, the young patriarch of the Yunzhi Mo clan, and Mo Chen who was by his side.The silver-haired boy has often gone out to sea with his father's merchant ships since he was a child, so he can still endure the rough sea conditions before.

"Mo Chen, go and help Brother Qi deal with the dangerous situation on the ship first, and leave me alone."

Mo Zeming ordered so.The man next to him was a little worried:

"Little Patriarch, you injured your forehead in the cabin earlier, how dare this subordinate leave so easily at this time."

Mo Zeming slowly raised his hand, stroking the large bruised forehead.However, he didn't seem to understand what the other person was asking, and didn't make any response. He just stared at a bright star in the night sky and murmured:

"Beichen—you must know that this star is the first star my father taught me to recognize..."

"Yes, Mo Chen understands. Little Patriarch, be careful yourself, and your subordinates will come to accompany you later."

The man understood that the little Patriarch must have thought of something and needed to be left alone, so he stopped insisting and took orders to leave.But Mo Zeming's gaze gradually became blurred, as if he was caught in the memory of a past event many years ago...

In the autumn of the eighth year of Zhaohua, Mo Zeming, who had just become sensible, was really bored, so he secretly climbed the rugged stone steps that only one person could pass, and climbed to the highest point of Yunzhi City—the main gate of Luoxing Pavilion.

The silver-haired child stood outside the tall Luoxing Pavilion, looking up at the huge door leaf that was several times taller than him, but his chest was heaving and heaving, and he felt his heart beating fast.

This is a secluded place that belongs to his father Mo Ran alone, and it is also one of the places in Yunzhi City where Mo Zeming is forbidden to go except for the salt well in the mountains.

Apart from running business outside, Mo Ran would lock herself in the cabinet alone whenever she had free time on weekdays, ordering no one to disturb her.Since the last time a mysterious guest from afar visited, he spent more and more time in the pavilion, and spent less and less time with Mo Zeming.

The child regained his composure, tiptoed to the door, turned his head and pressed his ears to the door, trying to find out what the father inside the door was doing.Unexpectedly, when he leaned back a little, the half door leaf in front of him opened a narrow gap, and a cloud of turbid air surged out from the door, mixed with the smell of candle fire and ink fragrance.

Mo Zeming's heart beat faster, but he still couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, and moved his eyes towards the crack of the door.However, what he saw in his eyes was the most unforgettable scene in his life——

Although it is daytime, the Luoxing Pavilion without a single pillar is as dark as night, and even the few candles and oil lamps in the corner have not been lit, only a gleam of light shrouded the dark blue dolomite pavement. on the platform.

That was the light that came down from the top of the pavilion. Although it was dimmer than candlelight, it was enough for people to see everything clearly.Following that ray of light and looking upwards, the silver-haired child was surprised to find that there were countless luminous dots scattered on the roof of the pavilion, like the galaxy inlaid on the sky after nightfall, shining persistently in the darkness.

And in the hazy light, a man dressed in a robe embroidered with Mo's Skylark's family splendor, standing in the center of the Luoxing Pavilion with a long body, was Mo Ran himself.At this moment, he is holding a pen dipped in thick ink in his right hand, while his left hand is tightly clutching a few pieces of paper with scribbled calculations on it.Looking up to the sky, muttering something in his mouth, he didn't seem to notice the strangeness at the door.

"Father, it turns out that Luoxing Pavilion is so fun!"

Mo Zeming was excited to see it, but pushed the door a little further with all his strength, and walked straight to the magnificent and beautiful starry sky, completely forgetting that he sneaked up the mountain in violation of the prohibition.

Suddenly hearing someone talking behind him, Mo Ran was also taken aback.The strong sunlight coming in from outside the door instantly overwhelmed the brilliance of the man-made galaxy inside the pavilion.Seeing that the person who came was his son, the expression on Mo Ran's face suddenly became a little helpless, but he still squeezed out a smile:
"Why did you come here alone? Where is Mo Chen who is in charge of taking care of you?"

"I begged him to buy candied haws in the city just now, and I won't be able to come back for a while. Otherwise, how could he allow me to come here secretly?"

As Mo Zeming was speaking, he suddenly realized that he had slipped his tongue, his smiling face flushed red immediately, and he quickly lowered his head for fear of being scolded.

However, he didn't wait for his father's reprimand, but felt a pair of strong hands lift him up from the ground, and immediately turned around and walked slowly into the cabinet:

"My son Zeming, do you know the origin of this Falling Star Pavilion?"

The child didn't know why his father suddenly asked him these things, and shook his head to express his ignorance, but he was aroused curiosity.

Mo Ran smiled slightly, and began to ask and answer:

"Yunzhi Mo, since the time of Taizu Mo Guang, began to study the stars in the sky. By the time your grandfather Mo Zheng lived, he had already become the leading divination master in the entire Dasheng dynasty. Even the emperor Yujing wanted to ask I, Mr. Mo, inquire about the auspicious time of the day, so as to perform the sacrificial ceremony."

"Really?"

His father never allowed his children to get close to the Luoxing Pavilion since he was a child, so Mo Zeming didn't even know what the purpose of this strange pavilion was.Hearing what his father said at this moment, he didn't believe it for a while.

Seeing this, Mo Ran suddenly couldn't help laughing, and touched his son's forehead with a smile: "Of course it's true."

"So, father, you have been locking yourself in the cabinet recently, are you doing divination for the emperor?"

The child became more and more curious. As he spoke, his silver hair hanging down his temples shook slightly by his ears.

The man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head:

"No. These days, my father is counting stars for himself. Because of some things I encountered before, my father suddenly realized that the matter of star counting has a far-reaching impact on everything in the world, even beyond my father's imagination. .”

"Father, did you encounter a place where you can't calculate it? Can Minger help you calculate it together?"

Sitting in the crook of his arms, Mo Zeming asked with a half understanding.

"No, as a father, I encountered difficulty in thinking clearly and unclearly. But seeing my son today, many things suddenly became clear. It turned out that there were too many, too many things I did wrong before. many--"

Mo Ran stopped suddenly, placed her son in the middle of the floor in the pavilion, and knelt in front of him on one knee, stared into the child's eyes, and asked solemnly:
"My son—do you really want to learn from prophecy and fortunetelling?"

"Of course I want to learn!" Mo Zeming nodded without thinking.

"Even after practicing, you will encounter countless setbacks, accusations, criticisms, and slanders in your life, and you will feel depressed, self-blame, helpless, and wronged because of this, and you may even be in danger of your life. Are you still determined to learn? "

the man asked again.However, the silver-haired child at that time didn't quite understand why his father was worried, so he answered quite firmly:

"Didn't father say that star-counting is a unique skill that I, Yunzhi Mo, have passed down since the Taizu? Ming'er is the only male in the Mo family. If I don't learn it now, will I be ashamed of my ancestors? I will not be afraid of any difficulties." Don't be afraid!"

Looking at the innocent son in front of him, Mo Ran seemed to be fighting fiercely in his heart.After a long time, he finally made up his mind, took a long breath, supported his son's shoulder and said:
"Then, as a father, I will teach you to recognize the first star—can you see the only fixed star surrounded by stars above our heads?"

While talking, he flipped the mechanism beside him with his hands.With the soft sound coming from the top of the pavilion, the starry sky above the father and son also slowly turned.However, among the thousands of dust-like stars, there is always one star hanging alone on the side of the dome, standing still.

"This star is called the North Star. There is an old saying, 'When the North Star moves, the stars will disperse; when the North Star is fixed, the emperor will come out. Anchor. When it is in its position, the stars will support it, and each will do its own way and perform its duties."

"So, Beichen is like the emperor in Yujing, ruling over all the stars in the sky?"

Hearing what his father said, Mo Zeming nodded ignorantly.

"That's right. My father taught you Beichen today, and I hope you can remember where your anchor should be—"

As Mo Ran said, she raised her palm and pressed it on her son's left chest, "Although you have been weak since childhood, you have a strong heart. As a father, I hope that no matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you can follow Your own heart, because that is the real Beichen in your life..."

Mo Zeming's thoughts escaped from the past memories, but he gradually realized that the position of Beichen above his head was somewhat different from what he remembered.

The silver-haired boy rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he looked carefully again, he saw that the seemingly eternal star flickered a few times in the cloudless night sky and became much dimmer.

"When the North Star moves, the stars disperse, and when the North Star settles, the emperor comes out—Father, your prophecy seems to have been half fulfilled." Mo Zeming whispered to himself, "But now, the North Star in my son's heart is stronger than anyone else. All the time will be bright!"

　I've seen it all, why don't you pay attention?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)