Legend of the Great Sage - 1030. Chapter 1030

“It’s not too much.” Mo Wuhen replied indifferently, a pair of pupils without pupils looked at Li Qingshan, “Where have we seen it?”

Although there are no pupils in his eyes, they are different from the dead whiteness of the blind, and more like the white space in the painting, containing an endless and far-reaching space, reflecting everything in the world.

Suddenly, Li Qingshan felt naked and invisible under the ice and snow. Those blank eyes, through his body and soul, were searching for something. His almost instinct inspired the “Ling Turtle Zhenhai Jue”. “Only this feeling disappeared, and he smiled: “It should be no, otherwise I must be impressed!”

Although Li Qingshan had a conjecture, he didn’t dare to confirm it. After all, that conjecture was too amazing. How could it be such a coincidence? And it really doesn’t feel like it.

“It should be.” Mo Wuhen said.

I don’t know when the Heming and Qin’s sound subsided. Only the heavy snow fell. The two men looked at each other and confirmed a certain doubt in their hearts. Although they both felt that the doubt was a little weird, they had a very subtle feeling.

The thread of fate that was once broken, at this moment, begins to entangle again.

“My master has been in hiding for many years, and Qingshan is normal if you don’t know it.”

Chu Danqing felt the atmosphere strange, and while playing round from it, he took the red umbrella in Mo Wuhen’s hand and welcomed him into the pavilion.

“Friend Mo Daoist heard my name?” Li Qingshan turned around and took a seat, unknowingly, no longer worthy of his predecessors.

“Li Qingshan, it’s a good name.” Mo Wuhen also sat down, his long hem and sleeves tucked down, and his long hair almost fell to the ground.

“Qingshan, I didn’t mention you less with the master!” Chu Danqing tried to ease the atmosphere.

“I also think this name is good, why not bury the bones in the mulberry field? Where in life is not a green hill.” Li Qingshan chanted.

“Good poem.” Mo Wuhen seemed a little surprised.

“Qingshan, I don’t know yet, your name originally came from this!” Chu Danqing said.

“I don’t know if the word’Wuhen’ comes from that poem again?” Li Qingshan played with the wine bottle.

“It’s just a fake name, there is no poem to mention!” Mo Wuhen said.

“That’s really a pity.” Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed, is it a false name or a false name?

Suddenly said: “I think of a poem, people like Qiuhong come to believe, things are like spring dreams without traces!”

“People are like Qiuhong and have faith, and things are like spring dreams, Wuhen.” Mo Wuhen muttered in a deep voice, as if immersed in a poem.

“Qingshan, after many years, you have not only cultivated and become a great poet, you are really disrespectful.”

Chu Danqing was surprised. In his impression, Li Qingshan has nothing to do with the word “Wen Ya”. Why did he suddenly change his temperament today, and the master is also somewhat unusual.

“Don’t forget, I’m a novelist’s disciple.” Li Qingshan smiled slightly and said to Mo Wuhen: “When we first met, I didn’t prepare any gifts. Give this poem to fellow daoists as a meeting ceremony. It’s not for nothing. A glass of Danqing wine!”

“Your gift is very elegant.” Chu Danqing smiled, but listened to Mo Wuhen’s words: “No!” He couldn’t help but looked at Li Qingshan worriedly.

“Why didn’t you accept it?” Li Qingshan didn’t look angry and unexpected, slowly tasting the Danqing wine.

“Poetry is a good poem, but the essay is not on the topic. At this time, there is neither Qiuhong nor Spring Dream.” Mo Wuhen looked at the heavy snow outside the pavilion.

“That’s true.” Li Qingshan strolled to the pavilion and thought for a moment, “How about this one? Thousands of birds flew extinct, people disappeared in all directions, lonely boats and small boats, fishing alone in Hanjiang snow.”

“Good poetry!” Chu Danqing praised passionately: “Qingshan, I can’t see that you have such a literary talent!”

“Thank you!” Li Qingshan smiled.

“Although the text is correct, it has nothing to do with Wuhen.”

Mo Wuhen groaned for a moment, but then he said in denial, making Chu Danqing at a loss. I don’t know that the master suddenly became so picky, as if he was trying to find Li Qingshan’s troubles.

“There will be no traces, words and things done, there will always be some traces. Even those things that I think have been erased, maybe one day they will jump out again.” Li Qingshan said meaningfully. .

“If you can erase it once, you can erase it twice, it doesn’t matter.” Mo Wuhen’s words turned sharply: “I have a favorite gift on your body. I don’t know if you are willing to cut love.”

“What do you want to receive? Just come!” Li Qingshan opened his arms.

“The Three Great Books.”

Li Qingshan’s eyes flashed, and he couldn’t help looking at Chu Danqing.

“Sorry, Qingshan, when the master asked me when healed me…”

Chu Danqing apologized. When he met Mo Wuhen in the past, he had not fully recovered from the wounds he left in order to repair the “Three Great Books”. Mo Wuhen not only healed him, but also showed his extraordinary art of painting. He made up his mind to worship him as a teacher.

“It’s okay, it’s all trivial!”

Li Qingshan didn’t care. He and Chu Danqing were just friends, and the relationship between master and apprentice was one level worse. Moreover, Chu Danqing had always respected his teacher, so naturally he would not deceive his master. And he even exposed the Shura field in his hands, and he didn’t care about this small volume of “Three Great Books.”

“But it’s a pity that this volume of “Three Great Books” is not in my hands, and I will not give it to others.”

“Where did you get it?” Mo Wuhen didn’t ask where the “Three Great Books” had gone. He only asked where the “Three Great Books” came from, which made Li Qingshan more sure of his conjecture. Said: “From a good friend.”

“What’s the name of your good friend?”

“Beiyue!” Li Qingshan nodded slightly, eyed with thick eyebrows, and stared at Mo Wuhen in front of him.

“Could it be that Beiyue who was killed in Wuzhou by…Mohai Dragon King?” Chu Danqing said in surprise, stumbling in his words, and subconsciously glanced at Mo Wuhen.

Li Qingshan became more aware, and then asked, “Does Fellow Daoist Mo know me as a good friend?”

“Acknowledge.” Mo Wuhen made no secret of it.

Li Qingshan suddenly laughed. The laughter broke the silence. Without temptation, he pressed his hands on the stone table, leaned forward, staring at Mo Wuhen, and bluntly said, “Could the Daoist be the Mohai Dragon King?”

“Exactly.” Mo Wuhen said calmly.

“master……”

Chu Danqing was a little stunned. In fact, after so many years of getting along, he had already guessed the identity of Mo Wuhen, and none of the great monks in the world was an unknown person, but since the master didn’t say anything, he, a disciple, could not explore too much.

“I don’t know if the word Beiyue comes from what poem?” Mo Wuhen asked.

“It’s just a fake name, there is no poem to mention!” Li Qingshan picked up the wine bottle, his pupils suddenly turned crimson, staring at Mo Wuhen, “Beiyue comes to respect the Dragon King!”

In Mo Wuhen’s blank eyes, a pair of dark pupils suddenly condensed. They were not human eyes, but dragon eyes that exuded endless majesty.

The moment the eyes met, the heavy snow froze for a while!