Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 352 Write as much as you want

  Going all the way to the north, the news that Mr. Thirteen of the Academy is going to get married has spread throughout the country and all parties in the past two months.

  Although Luo Kedi, the former adjudicating priest and commander of the Xiling cavalry, is dead, the Xiling headmaster still has ambitions for Tang.

The world of Haotian has been passed down for thousands of years. In the history of this era, there have been stories of the great priest of Xiling forming a secular marriage with others, but such a situation is extremely rare, especially the one who is regarded as the closest to Haotian. Female, who is about to take over the existence of the Great Priest of Guangming.

   With such an identity, he should serve Haotian wholeheartedly. How could he get married? And it's still with people outside the sect!

The future God of Light in Xiling was deceived into being a wife by some shameless academy disciple many years in advance. For Xiling, especially the people in the Temple of Light, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to accept, but the great priest of Heavenly Mandate And the new ruling priest promised Ning Que and Sangsang's marriage in Chang'an City, so they had no way to object.

For a while, gossip and rumors continued, and the entire temple was shrouded in darkness. The headmaster of Xiling, who had been hiding under the mask all day, lost his right-hand man and secretly supported a group of new cronies. The wave that promoted the world's defeat of Tang Dynasty.

  The sky is cloudy, with tumbling clouds coming from all directions. From a distance, it looks like a black mountain covering the sky, slowly pressing down on the city wall at the end of the line of sight.

   "It looks like it's going to rain?"

  It was already noon, and the surroundings were as dark as the sky. Mo Shanshan lifted the curtain and looked out the window. The carriage was bumping, but there was no breeze blowing.

Zhou Ji sat on one side, watching Mo Shanshan sitting back to his original position and still planning to use his fingertips to trace the strokes on the post, reached out and pressed her fingers, shook his head and chuckled, "Although glasses can help eyesight, they can also Don't break your eyes."

Mo Shanshan felt the warmth coming from the back of his hand, his eyes through the lens showed a soft light in the dim and shaking carriage, he said "um~" softly, but he still reluctantly closed the copybook, and put the Keep the post carefully.

  Seeing her pitiful appearance, Zhou Ji couldn't help but say, "If you like it, I'll write another picture for you later."

  Mo Shanshan shook his head lightly, and every time he looked at Zhou Ji, he would smile lightly.

  The smile was very shallow, as if it was revealed inadvertently, and I couldn't notice it; but it was also very sweet, as if it was about to overflow the joy in my heart.

   "That's not enough, you can write as much as I want you to."

  Zhou Ji seemed to be infected by Mo Shanshan's smile, and said with a smile, "I can write as much as you want me to write."

   "Then how about writing countless sheets?"

  It's like a warm spring breeze, with a sweet smile.

  Mo Shanshan rarely joked with Zhou Ji, and it seemed that he was using this joke to express his wish.

   "Then I may not be able to finish writing no matter how much I write." Zhou Ji's eyes revealed a soft light, looking at Mo Shanshan and said.

  Mo Shanshan smiled happily, tilted his head and said, "So, I want you to write for a lifetime."

  The rain falls, soaks a dot on the curtain, the wind blows and the rain falls.

   In a blink of an eye, the curtains of the carriage were lifted by the strong wind, lifting Zhou Ji's hair and entangled Mo Shanshan's hair.

  Taking a step forward, Zhou Ji slowly leaned towards Mo Shanshan. Mo Shanshan seemed to realize something, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes

  For a long time~It seems like a moment.

Mo Shanshan seemed to have forgotten the matter of breathing, her whole body was as limp as Zhou Ji embraced her in her arms, the warmth and numbness from her lips almost melted her, until the moment her lips parted, she was still breathing. Subconsciously grabbed the corner of Zhou Jiyi, reluctant to let him go.

   "Okay, then forever."

  The clouds were gray and black, and the top was low, and the wind swept across the lake, and even the vortex created by the rain was smashed by the dead grass and broken leaves.

  Ye Hongyu stood alone on the waterside pavilion, opened the door, rolled up the curtains in the room, and rolled the red clothes, like a lonely rose blooming in the wind and rain.

   On the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Ning Que and Sangsang's wedding day will be ten days away. If you estimate the time, Mochiyuan will arrive in Chang'an after coming from Dahe.

  Seeing that the torrential rain deepened and the wind continued.

  The speed of the convoy is getting slower and slower. The so-called Wangshan runs dead horses. In this country of practice, the city is so towering that it cannot be lower than the cliff.

Zhou Ji raised the door curtain and walked out of the carriage. The howling wind and shower stagnated several feet in front of him, and was separated by a layer of light blue transparent barrier. Hagiho, who was in the imperial chariot, saw Zhou Ji coming out and was about to salute, but saw his own mountain. The Lord also came out of the carriage and handed her a blanket.

"This place is still tens of miles away from Chang'an. The weather is too bad. Why don't you turn to Yanming Lake to rest?" Zhou Ji looked at Mo Shanshan and said with a smile, "Anyway, there are still ten days before the wedding, so we can wait until the weather clears before making any plans." .”

  Mo Shanshan turned his eyes to look in the direction of Yanming Lake, the clouds were overcast, and he could only see a red dot lit up in the vast darkness, but it was this flickering fire that reminded Mo Shanshan of another woman quietly.

  A woman like this red light that cannot be swallowed by darkness, awe-inspiring and aloof, bright red as fire.

   "Then listen to your son~" Mo Shanshan nodded, glanced at the Zhu Xian imitation sword that Zhou Ji had been wearing around his waist, and looked away.

   After explaining to Hagi Sui and Shao Hua, the convoy adjusted its direction and walked along Yanming Lake on the other side.

  Yanming Lake is not too far from here, more than 20 people from Mochiyuan arrived after walking for nearly an hour.

   Coming to the shore of Yanming Lake, Zhou Ji subconsciously showed a smile, looking at the water pavilions gradually revealing their outlines in the darkness, feeling inexplicably relaxed.

  Above the pavilion, Ye Hongyu looked at a group of horses and horses parked on the waterside promenade, and slowly closed the door.

   "Move this thing over there."

   "Hey, yes, put it in the wing over there."

  Everyone was busy, the rainstorm slowed down, snowflakes were gradually mixed in the strong wind, and the coolness penetrated into the skin through the neckline. Zhou Ji seemed to feel it, and turned his head to look at the stairs on the side of the corridor.

   Dressed in red, it seems to illuminate the entire darkness.

  The Mochiyuan disciples who were placing things stopped one after another, watching this woman in fresh clothes like fire, as clear as water, and as calm as distant mountains pass by the corridor.

  "Taoist girl~" Mo Shanshan was not surprised when he saw Ye Hongyu, and bowed to her.

  Ye Hongyu nodded in return, then turned to look at Zhou Ji.

   "Didn't you go to Ning Que to help?" Zhou Ji smiled.

  Ye Hongyu shook her head, "I went there in the morning. The female instructor in the Old Book Building said that the weather has changed and there will be heavy rain in the afternoon, so she suspended the arrangement and waited for two days after the rain stopped before continuing to prepare."

Zhou Ji glanced at her helplessly, stretched out his finger to touch her forehead, but for some reason put down his raised hand, and said with a bit of reproach in his tone, "She is also Ning Que's Third Senior Sister anyway, why do you always want to touch her?" Do you like targeting her?"

  Ye Hongyu was clearly black and white, and there was an invisible ripple in his calm water eyes. After a moment of silence, he turned his head and said, "I don't know why, but I always feel that she is hostile to me."

   "." Zhou Ji opened his mouth, suddenly thought of something, smiled wryly, "Forget it, let's do this first."

   After finishing speaking, he glanced at Mo Shanshan beside him, the two looked at each other quietly, and then separated.

  Zhou Ji looked at Ye Hongyu, and explained to her the reason why he brought Lord Mo Shan and the disciples of Mochiyuan to the Waterside Pavilion.

   "Shuixie was originally your residence, and I only lived here temporarily. You don't need to explain to me." Ye Hongyu shook his head, and walked away from Zhou Ji.

  Although the strong wind had weakened, the lampstands lit on both sides of the corridor were still crumbling. Zhou Ji watched as Ye Hongyu walked towards the end of the corridor by himself, faintly, and was about to disappear at the corner of the corridor.

   There were only two people living together in the waterside pavilion, suddenly there were so many people, and the empty pavilions and pavilions in the past finally became lively.

  Although Zhou Ji doesn't like to make noise, it still depends on the person.

  As someone who controls facial features, chest control, leg control, hand control, and foot control. Seeing these handsome and youthful female disciples of Mochiyuan, even if they are a little bit noisy, he is still very happy to accept it.

   Arranged their respective residences for everyone, the sky has completely plunged into darkness, the squalls and showers have turned into snowflakes falling all over the sky, this weather with mixed rain and snow, nothing better than a pot of hot soup to drive away the cold.

  Experiencing the heavy rain on the way, the disciples of Mochiyuan were sleepy and tired. Not long after dinner, they went back to rest. Zhou Ji went to Mo Shanshan to sit for a while, then left the room, paused, and walked towards the third-floor attic.

On the attic, a woman dressed in red is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the pavilion. Around the pillars, long curtains are flying with the wind. She is the only one who is as motionless as a mountain, as if blending into the night, the wind and snow, in a trance, The breath is ethereal.

   As expected of a Daoist.

   I haven't seen him for two months, but he has pushed his realm to the middle stage of knowing fate, which is not much better than the head teacher of Xiling who was abolished by Zhou Ji's sword ten years ago.

  Zhou Ji was amazed by Ye Hongyu's improvement in realm, and even more surprised by her understanding of sword intent.

  Walking to the entrance of the pavilion, the imitation sword of Zhu Xian trembled slightly in his hand, as if being pulled by an invisible force, he flew across the air and flew in front of Ye Hongyu.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light was as narrow as two fingers, flashing past Zhou Ji's eyes. Ye Hongyu, who had been sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, jumped up from the big river as a red fish amidst the curtain and the wind and snow. into the water again.

  Mo Shanshan, who was writing with the room, hadn’t finished his pen when a drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen, staining a ball of ink stains on the rice paper.

  Looking up, the hidden wooden window was opened by a gentle force, as if returning to the bank of the big river in the dark, watching the billowing river falling from the sky, and blinking, everything is an illusion.

   Snowflakes were still falling outside the window, but the majestic sword intent moved her extremely.

   "Is this the Sword Master Liu Bai's Dahe Sword Intent?"

  Zhou Ji admired, "Qionghua Immortal Method gathers the power of the four directions and five spirits to bless your body, cooperates with Dahe Sword Intent, and mobilizes the power of heaven and earth. Congratulations, you have taken another step forward."

  Ye Hongyu put away his sword and stood in the middle of the pavilion, with the curtains flying, looked at Zhou Ji who was walking towards her, and said in a deep voice: "The sword master has already known about Xiling's scheme against Liu Yiqing.

  A few days ago, Jiange sent a letter, and there was only one sword talisman in the letter, which was transformed by Liu Bai with the sword intent of Dahe. I guess he wanted me to go back to Taoshan and kill the head teacher. "

  Zhou Ji took the letter from Ye Hongyu, unfolded it, and saw the light and shadow in his eyes, just like Ye Hongyu did when he saw a majestic river rushing towards him.

   This is a big river, but also a person, a sword.

If the realm is low, people with insufficient cultivation will face this sword directly, and they will be crushed and crushed by the unparalleled sword intent contained in it. If the light is frustrated, there will be no day of consummation, and if the consciousness is lost, it will directly become an unconscious living creature. dead.

  Zhou Ji has practiced for thousands of years, but has been stuck in the bottleneck of immortality, and has not been able to break through.

   Now facing Liu Bai Dahe's sword intent, the realm that has been stagnant for a long time has loosened a little bit, even if there is only a little bit, but it also allows him to see hope, a hope of stepping into the immortal way by analogy.

   "It seems that the matter on Sangsang's side is over, and it's time for me to find this invincible Sword Master Liu Bai who almost broke Haotian's rules."

  Zhou Ji murmured, returned the letterhead to Ye Hongyu, and said in a deep voice, "When you return to Xiling, don't rush to do it. After I finish dealing with Tang's affairs, I will go to Taoshan to find you."

   "Looking for me?" Ye Hongyu looked at Zhou Ji, and understood that his so-called "finding her" and going to "find" Mo Shanzhu in Mochi Garden did not mean the same thing. However, even if it didn't mean the same thing, there was still a warm feeling in her heart, her eyes moved to cover up the fluctuations in her heart, and she said softly, "Okay, I'll wait for you in Taoshan."

   "Don't rush to do it, everything will be discussed when I arrive."

  Zhou Ji reached out and touched the top of Ye Hongyu's head, hesitated for a while, but still did not tell her the identity of the head teacher of Xiling.

  After all, with Ye Hongyu's temperament, once she knew that the head teacher who wore a mask all day long and never showed her true face was the shadow of breaking into the Zhishou temple and snatching the heavenly scriptures, which shrouded her like a nightmare for ten years.

  I'm afraid she will go directly to Haotian Temple and fight with the head teacher.

  The weather in the capital was just as Yu Lian said, it snowed heavily for two days in a row, and then it gradually turned sunny.

  In the past two days, Ye Hongyu didn't deliberately avoid the people in the Mochi Garden, nor did he deliberately cater to them to build a good relationship, just like before, he practiced swords on the floating platform, and the wind and snow never stopped.

   Not far away, a red dress was dancing gracefully in the snow, while a white dress beside her was practicing calligraphy under the eaves.

  In this situation and the scene, Zhou Ji felt a sense of fulfillment in life, but as the wind and snow subsided, he could only let go of the beauties here and walk towards the academy on the ice and snow.

Mr. Thirteen of the academy got married. This is a rare happy event since the establishment of the academy. Even though the time was a bit rushed and some forces in remote areas failed to come to congratulate, the early preparations were almost done. Walking all the way from the front yard, regardless of Both the students and the instructors had joyful expressions on their faces.

  Going back to the old book building, Zhou Ji looked at the side of the stairs, a familiar figure walking from the bookshelf holding a volume of books.

"You're back."

"Well, I came back two days ago, it was raining and snowing again, and I finished settling the disciples in Mochiyuan, so let's see if there is anything else that needs help." Zhou Ji took the first step, occupying the separate desk next to the stairs , leaning lazily on the chair, and said with a smile, "Didn't I promise you before? I will help you if I can get back."

  (end of this chapter)