Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Western Confucianism: A Stroke of Spring and Autumn.

The atmosphere in the main hall was extremely solemn today. The most precious treasure, Wancha Huangyan, which was guarded by Xi Ru, was actually lost.

This thing was originally under the care of Western Confucian Senior Brother Bacai Ruhe and Xie Xueyi. He could not tell when he lost it. In the main hall, Xie Xueyi only promised that he would personally recover the matter.

This attitude naturally caused dissatisfaction among many Western Confucian people.

Ting Santie liked his eldest disciple very much and had long thought of letting him take over the position of chief. However, at this moment, seeing that he refused to reveal the truth, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Xueyi, with your intelligence, it is impossible for you to be unaware. What is the reason?"

The master in charge of the Spring and Autumn Branch of a Bash - Gu Fengyan smiled and said coldly: "Why doesn't the court master suspect that this is a thief shouting to catch the thief?"

"My lord, please accept it with a smile. Don't make any assumptions."

"Master of the Court, Xue Yi left Xi Confucianism for no reason at that time and wandered around the world for hundreds of years. Until now, has he ever explained the reason? But who in Xi Confucianism doesn't know that that time was related to a woman? .”

Ting San Tie was speechless for a moment.

Back then, he held a solemn succession ceremony to pass on the position to Xie Xueyi. Unexpectedly, Xie Xueyi left without saying goodbye and left for hundreds of years.

Young Master Xiaona, who always had a venomous tongue, continued: "This time, if it is still because of emotional matters, it is not impossible for Xueyi to take Wancha Huangyan to win over Hongyanxiaoxiao."

"Young master, please accept it!"

Xie Xueyi couldn't bear it anymore, so he interrupted the young master and made a solemn promise to Ting San Tie: "Master, please allow me half a month, and Xie Xueyi will personally recover Wanchahuangyan."

"Oh, half a month. I hope your disappearance this time will not last more than a thousand years."

Xi Xueyi ignored Young Master Xiaona and walked out of the hall alone to Xixian Pavilion.

A few months ago, Xi Xueyi happened to meet Wu Lord Luo Hou in Youxiantai. At that time, Luo Hou had sent a message to him, asking him to be careful of Qing Sui Buddha. This sentence has always been in Xi Xueyi's heart.

However, with the release of the dragon head, the gates of Xihuang Buddhist Realm were once again closed, and the defense was even stricter than before. Xie Xueyi did not see anyone in Xihuang Buddhist Realm as he wished.

Then came the Baqi Rebellion, and the ancient Defeng Road was burned down by Yun Jing and the evil kings of heaven. The emperor Fengtian died, and the very emperor died. Ting Santie took Xi Yan'er back.

A series of changes made Xie Xueyi deeply feel the uneasiness before the storm. When he rushed to the Central Plains and Wenfeng Valley on behalf of Xiru to deal with the follow-up matters of the Confucian sect, he came back and found that Wanchahuangyan was missing.

Wanma Huangyan is hidden in Youxiantai, and only he knows that if there is a suspect, it can only be Chunqiu's executive assistant Zuo Qiumo.

Xue Yi returned to his Xixian Pavilion and went to the pavilion to practice Chinese calligraphy as usual.

He spread out the rice paper and opened the Xuancheng Mengpu gifted by Zuo Qiumo. After looking at it for a long time, he put it into the pen box, picked up an ordinary brush and started writing slowly.

"Senior Bi He is so unusual tonight. Why would he choose to practice calligraphy at this moment?"

Zuo Qiumo came over.

"My mind is so confused that I practice calligraphy and polish my ink to calm my mind."

"Senior Lian can still feel as cool as water under the scorching summer sun and practice his pen in an orderly manner. How come he is so upset now?"

"Junior Zuoqiu, I still remember that you entered into a fortune three years after me. Do you still remember the first time we met?"

Zuo Qiumo didn't know why Xi Xueyi mentioned what happened back then. After being slightly startled, Yiyi replied: "Back then, I heard that the person I was going to meet was senior Bi He, the dazzling star of our school. I was so excited that I even brought pastries to share with the senior. Unexpectedly, the first thing the senior said when he saw me was to ask me to write."

"Well, you remember it clearly."

"I still remember the horoscope evaluation you gave me very clearly at that time."

"In spring, earthworms and autumn evil spirits fly, and dragons and phoenixes dance."

Zuo Qiumo smiled sheepishly and said: "These are the eight characters. From now on, you have asked me to practice calligraphy every day." "How are you practicing now? Come on, I have sharpened the ink, you come and write one character."

"This? Then what should I write, junior?"

"Easy, just write eight."

Zuo Qiumo took the pen from Xue Yi's hand and carefully wrote two strokes on the snow-white rice paper.

Xi Xueyi commented: "Qiu is strong and powerful, and his strength can be seen on the back of paper. Junior Zuoqiu is indeed different from what he used to be."

"Thank you, senior, for the compliment. Zuoqiu will continue to improve."

Immediately, Xi Xueyi picked up the pen box containing the Xuancheng Mengpu and said: "I have not used this Xuancheng Mengpu you gave me so far. Do you know the story behind the pen made by the Bald Pen Old Man back then? ?”

"Forgive me for being ignorant and ignorant."

"At that time, Tu Biansou, a wonderful pen maker, and Mo Duan, a master ink maker, were originally friends who were both teachers and friends. They were like brothers in pen and ink. The two devoted themselves to studying, improving each other, and created countless masterpieces."

"and after?"

"Later, the Bald Pen Old Man unexpectedly learned that the reason why Mo Duan got close to him was to seize all his works, and even his unique technique of making brushes. Suddenly, his heart was as cold as ice."

Zuoqiu's expression suddenly changed.

"In the end, the two had a bad quarrel, and Mo Duan used an ink stone to break two of Bald Pen Old Man's fingers, and left in frustration. Since then, their friendship has ceased. But Bald Pen Old Man still worked hard to create this Xuancheng dream pen. At that time, he said that this pen It is written with blood and tears, and recited is a silent old dream."

Zuo Qiuqiang smiled and said: "So there is still this story of blood and tears."

"I can't bear to use this pen because the blood and tears of the creator have been shed, and only old dreams remain that I can't bear to shatter."

"Senior is passionate, Zuoqiu is not like this."

Xi Xueyi told the story calmly for a long time, then suddenly his tone changed: "Zuoqiu is not ruthless, so are you ruthless?"

"Ok?"

Xi Xueyi picked up the words written by Zuo Qiu and said: "I thought that when you entered the Spring and Autumn Period, we had a precious intersection, but I didn't know that between you and me, it was just like these eight characters from the beginning, there was no intersection, and we parted ways. .”

Following the words of regret, the piece of paper turned into crumbs in Xue Yi's hands and scattered in the cold wind.

By this time, Zuo Qiumo reacted calmly.

"It seems you have figured out my identity."

"If you join the Spring and Autumn Period, you are here for Wanchahuangyan."

"That's right, I have been lurking for so long just to find out Wan Chaohuangyan. When I planned the Wen Shumei incident and asked you to withdraw from the Confucian sect, I took advantage of the situation and conducted an internal search of Chunqiu. Unexpectedly, Wan Chaohuangyan was actually captured by You bring out Xiru."

"Wanma Huangyan will fall into your hands after all."

Xie Xueyi asked one of the key figures in the matter, namely the close friend of her adopted sister Wen Shumei, Qi Huan.

At that time, the concubines reported that Wen Shumei had committed suicide after being drunk by Zhang Qiu, a master of the sword clan. Not long after, the concubines also died in depression.

However, not long ago, Xi Xueyi saw the living concubine in Youxiantai. He wanted to press for the truth, but concubine committed suicide.

"What's the relationship between Lehuan and you?"

"She is my little sister. We were innocent victims of the Sword Clan's conquest of the Ghost Clan since we were young. We were displaced. It was the Ghost Clan who raised us brothers and sisters. We must repay this kindness and help open the Yama Ghost Prison." ( End of this chapter)