"Not too many," Mo Wuhen replied indifferently. Mo Wuhen replied indifferently. He looked at Li Qingshan with his pupil-less eyes. "Have we met before?"
Although his eyes were pupil-less, they were different from the deathly white of a blind person. Instead, they were more like the blanks in a painting. They contained a boundless and profound space, reflecting everything in the world.
Li Qingshan suddenly felt like he was naked in a world of ice and snow, with nowhere to hide. The pair of blank eyes looked through his body and soul, searching for something. He almost instinctively used the Spirit Turtle's Method of Sea Suppression to dispel this feeling. He smiled. "Probably not, or I would definitely have a deep impression of it!"
Although Li Qingshan had a guess, he was not certain. After all, the guess was just too shocking. How could it be so coincidental? And, it really did not feel like it.
"Probably," Mo Wuhen said.
Before he knew it, the crane's cry and the zither music had settled down. Only the snow rustled down. The two men studied each other, confirming a certain suspicion in their hearts. Although they both found this suspicion rather unbelievable, they had an extremely subtle connection.
The threads of fate that had once been severed began to intertwine once more in that moment.
"My master has been in seclusion for many years, so it makes sense that you don't know him, Qingshan."
Chu Danqing sensed the difference in the atmosphere. As he mediated, he accepted the red umbrella from Mo Wuhen's hands and invited him into the pavilion.
"Fellow Mo, you've heard of my name before?" Li Qingshan turned around and sat down. Before he knew it, he no longer referred to him as senior.
"Li Qingshan. That's a good name." Mo Wuhen sat down as well. His long robes and sleeves trailed down, and his long hair almost reached the ground.
"Qingshan, I've mentioned you to my master quite a lot!" Chu Danqing did his best to ease the atmosphere.
"I think it's a good name as well. Why must one bury one's bones in mulberry fields? Life is full of green mountains, "Li Qingshan recited slowly.
"That's a good poem." Mo Wuhen seemed to be slightly surprised.
"Qingshan, I still didn't know that's where your name comes from!" Chu Danqing said.
"I wonder which line the name 'Wuhen' comes from?" Li Qingshan fiddled around with the wine cup.
"It's just an empty reputation. There's no poem worth mentioning!" Mo Wuhen said.
"What a pity." Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed. Was it a false name or a fake one?
Suddenly, he said, "I remember a line from a poem. A person is like an autumn swan coming with a letter, matters are like a spring dream ending without a trace!"
"A person is like the autumn swan that comes with a letter, and matters are like a spring dream that ends without a trace." Mo Wuhen recited in a low voice, as if he was immersed in a poem.
"Qingshan, it has been many years since we last met. Not only has your cultivation improved greatly, but you've also become a great poet. How disrespectful of me. "
Chu Danqing said in surprise. In his impression, Li Qingshan had nothing to do with the word "refined". Why did his temperament suddenly change today? Moreover, his master was also a little unusual.
"Don't forget, I'm a disciple of the novel school." Li Qingshan smiled and said to Mo Wuhen, "It's our first time meeting, so I didn't prepare any gifts. I'll give this poem to you as a greeting gift. At least I didn't drink this cup of Danqing Wine for nothing!"
"Your gift is very elegant." Chu Danqing said with a smile. But when he heard Mo Wuhen say, "I won't accept it!" His expression stiffened as he looked worriedly at Li Qingshan.
"Why not?" Li Qingshan was not angry or surprised as he slowly tasted the Danqing Wine.
"It's a good poem, but it doesn't fit the theme. At this time, there is no autumn swan, and there is no spring dream." Mo Wuhen looked at the endless snow outside the pavilion.
"That's true." Li Qingshan strolled to the side of the pavilion and thought for a while. "Then how about this one? A thousand mountains with birds flying, ten thousand paths with no trace of people, a lone boat with a straw hat fishing alone in the cold river. "
"Good poem!" Chu Danqing praised, "Qingshan. I couldn't tell that you had such literary talent! "
"You're too kind, too kind!" Li Qingshan sniggered.
"Although it fits the theme, it has nothing to do with 'Wuhen'."
Mo Wuhen pondered for a while and then denied it, causing Chu Danqing to be at a loss. He did not know that his master had suddenly become so picky. It was as if he was purposely looking for trouble with Li Qingshan.
"It won't be without a trace in the first place. Things said and done will always leave behind some traces. As a matter of fact, even those things that we thought we've already erased might jump out again one day, "Li Qingshan said meaningfully.
"If I can erase it once, I can erase it twice. It's not a big deal." Mo Wuhen changed the topic. "I have a gift that I like on you, but I don't know if you are willing to part with it."
"What do you want to keep? Just tell me! "Li Qingshan opened his arms.
"Three Absolutes Calligraphy."
Li Qingshan's eyes flashed, and he could not help but look at Chu Danqing.
"I'm sorry, Qingshan. Master asked when he was helping me heal …"
Chu Danqing said apologetically. When he met Mo Wuhen in the past, he had not fully recovered from the injuries he had sustained from repairing the Three Absolutes Calligraphy. Not only did Mo Wuhen heal him, but he also displayed extraordinary painting skills, which made him decide to take him as his master.
"It's okay, it's a small matter!"
Li Qingshan did not mind. He and Chu Danqing were only friends, which was a level lower than a master-disciple relationship. Moreover, Chu Danqing had always respected his master, so he naturally would not lie to his master. Moreover, he had even exposed the Asura Field, so he did not care about this small Three Absolutes Calligraphy.
"But it's a pity that this Three Absolutes Calligraphy is not in my hands, and I will not give it to others."
"Where did you get it?" Mo Wuhen did not ask where the Three Absolutes Calligraphy had gone. He only asked where the Three Absolutes Calligraphy had come from, which confirmed Li Qingshan's guess even more. As a result, he said, "A good friend gave it to me."
"What's the name of your good friend?"
"North Moon!" Li Qingshan nodded. His eyes under his thick eyebrows stared at Mo Wuhen before him.
"Don't tell me it's that … North Moon that the Dragon King Of The Sea killed in the Mist province?" Chu Danqing said in surprise. He stumbled over his words and glanced at Mo Wuhen subconsciously.
Li Qingshan understood even more. He then asked, "Fellow Mo, do you know a good friend like me?"
"I do." Mo Wuhen did not hide anything.
Li Qingshan suddenly began laughing aloud. His laughter broke the silence, and he stopped probing around. He pressed his hands against the stone table and leaned forward, staring straight at Mo Wuhen. He said straightforwardly, "Fellow, are you perhaps the Dragon King of Ink Sea?"
"I am," Mo Wuhen said indifferently.
"Master …"
Chu Danqing was rather surprised. Actually, after spending so many years together, he had already vaguely guessed Mo Wuhen's identity. There was not a single great cultivator in the world who was nameless. However, since his master refused to mention it, he could not pry too much as his disciple.
"May I ask what poem the name 'North Moon' comes from?" Mo Wuhen asked.
"It's just an empty title. There's no poem worth mentioning!" Li Qingshan lifted up a cup of alcohol. His eyes suddenly turned scarlet red as he stared at Mo Wuhen. "Let the North Moon offer a toast to the dragon king!"
A pair of pitch-black pupils suddenly condensed in Mo Wuhen's blank eyes. They were not human eyes, but dragon eyes that radiated with endless dignity. They looked down on all life, looking down on everything.
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