Jiangnan, library.

The fallen leaves rustle.

A young man in gorgeous clothes covered his face with a book and was resting. He seemed to have an innate Yonggui on his body. Even if he was so idle, he seemed so elegant when he put it on his body.

The woman in black sat quietly beside him, with a few rolls of letter paper on her legs. She picked up the cup of herbal tea that she had poured in advance, put it to her mouth and took a sip. It seemed that she had finished a long passage, and her mouth was so dry that she was.

The fallen leaves moved the books on the young man's face for about an inch.

"Mo Ying, help me move the book up." The young man was too lazy to move, so he just called out.

"Are you listening to what I just said?" The woman in black who was called Mo Ying'er shook her head helplessly.

The young man replied lazily: "Natural."

"Since you are listening, why are you still so calm?" Mo Ying put down the teacup and asked slowly.

The young man asked, "What can I do if I calm down?"

Mo Ying lowered her head and sighed.

"The Annunciation Ceremony is the most important sacrificial ceremony of the Liangyang royal family in all dynasties, and it is consistent with the imperial fortune. At such a major season, it would be fine if Ling Aoyang invited those people from the Jianghu to Beijing to watch the ceremony, but he was even arranged by Wudang Mountain. Even King Anlan broke the ten thousand swords and went to the front of the imperial court. If he could not ask the heavens, he had a skill in his death. It was obvious that he was put on one. He was still kept in the dark until his death was about to come." The young man sighed.

Mo Ying nodded, "He did this with impulse."

"Impulse?" the young man laughed in a low voice, "We used to listen to and learn under that person, and I know him very well. He will use your selfish desires and the weakest part in his heart to make you willingly become a pawn of him."

"Not only that, the sword ancestor has also come out of the mountain." Mo Ying looked at the remaining cold tea in the cup, "This world is about to change again."

"To be honest, since the battle of Loulan, it is inevitable that the world will change. If you want to blame, you can only blame the people in the martial arts world for their own faults." The young man said lazily: "But the anger of the Sword Ancestor should not be burned to the empire. Grandpa Huangsheng loved Aunt Zhenyue so much before, and she resolutely married Loulan in Xizhou. In the end, she fulfilled her wish? How could she let her go when she was surrounded by tigers? In fact, at that time, Uncle Yan had already led his army to the west. However, because he was intercepted by unknown forces on the road, he was unable to arrive in time."

"I didn't expect that so many years have passed, but it can involve so many grudges." Mo Ying sighed softly.

"Isn't the so-called grudges composed of one old thing after another?" The young man smiled and said unintentionally: "I want to meet Aunt Zhenyue's son when I first met."

"Since you want to see me, why not go back?" Mo Ying blurted out.

The atmosphere suddenly became very subtle.

As soon as Mo Ying said this, her face turned slightly red. She didn't know what to do for a moment, so she had to lower her head.

Now it was the youth's turn to be helpless. "I guessed that you would be exposed in the past few days, but I didn't expect that you would be in a hurry to reveal your feelings today. Is it okay to say the truth?"

"The wanderer is away, so how can he not go home?" Mo Ying said softly.

"A wandering son? Just a sinner. Why do you say so well?" the young man replied: "What's more, it's really quiet here."

"Is the peace that cannot escape from the world really peaceful?" Seeing that his intention had been exposed, Mo Lian stopped hiding it, stood up from the bamboo chair and said angrily to the young man.

The beauty was furious and shocked that the leaves on it fell again.

"It's really just a sigh of emotion." The young man suddenly raised his hand and took a leaf, "What's the matter?"

Mo Ying opened her eyes wide, "What?"

"I once claimed to know everything. But I have known you for so long, but I have never seen you angry." The young man smiled faintly, "Actually, I have made my choice long ago, just want to take a look before going back."

Mo Ying was angry and embarrassed, "You!"

"Those who know the leaks of the house are under the sky, and those who know the losses of the government are in the wild. I fulfilled his wish and was willing to exile because I believed in him. But he went against the original intention of the beginning of the kingly way." The young man slowly pulled down the book on his face, "I have been quiet here for so long, and it is time to go back."

King Cheng, Ling Pengyue.

Mo Ying snorted and turned around, "When will we set off?"

"Today." Ling Pengyue had just finished answering, something fell into his arms. He stretched out his hand and twisted it. It was his luggage.

"I'll go with you." Mo Ying also carried the package.

"Okay." Ling Peng stretched his waist and slowly stood up.

"By the way, I mentioned in the letter just now that the music of Tianji Qing has appeared. So, should I take it away, that scroll?" Mo Ying asked suddenly.

Ling Pengyue shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't take it away."

"Can't you take it away?"

"A few days ago, Mr. Liang Jingchun wrote to me and asked me to send the scroll to the top of Changrenmufeng Peak. I have already sent it with your machine bird."

"The top of Mufeng Peak, the Star Piercing Tower?" Mo Ying frowned and fell into deep thought.

"I don't know anything else. I only know, Mr. Liang, rarely misjudgment." Ling Pengyue patted her on the shoulder, "No need to think too much."

Mo Ying nodded and walked outside with him.

Ling Peng pushed open the door harder, but his eyes were hurt by a burst of light.

"I've been leisurely for a long time. Are you not used to this little light?" A gentle voice came from the front.

Ling Pengyue slowly opened his eyes.

The light source is not the sun.

It is the light refracted on the armor.

"It's you." Ling Peng was stunned.

"I'll pick you up home." Yan Yuanjie smiled faintly.

Ling Pengyue reacted and first glanced at Yan Yuanjie, and then looked at Mo Ying who seemed to be smiling beside him, "Okay, it turns out that you colluded in advance."

The blue clouds and the mountain streams are surging.

A small boat tied among the water and clouds.

The boatman sitting on the boat smoking a cigarette, his face looked strange.

Because he welcomed a strange guest.

The guest neither got off the boat nor let him row, but just stood at the bow of the boat and watched the sails pass by in peace. He suspected that his peers were hiring him to delay his business, but this man was dressed beautifully and held a gorgeous whisk, which was not as affordable as ordinary people.

"Where are you going?" the boatman couldn't help asking.

"There is still nowhere to go for the time being. It's good to be here." The guest replied.

"Young Master, it's hard for me to do this." The boatman muttered.

"Is it difficult? It's clear that you have a small pattern." The guest raised his sleeve and waved his hand, and a silver ingot suddenly appeared next to the boatman.

The boatman's eyes shone, picked them up and bit them. He then said happily: "It's not difficult to do it, it's not difficult to do it!"

The guest smiled and stretched.
Chapter completed!