The most suitable person to do this was Jiang Yexue.
Thus, Mo Xi did not delay and hurriedly walked towards Cixin Smelting Shop.
It was already late at night and Cixin Smelting Shop was far from the bustling city, so they did not meet many people along the way. Halfway through the journey, a horse-drawn carriage came galloping through the cold fog. As the carriage drew closer, they could see the red bat print on the carriage. Golden bells hung from the four corners of the imperial canopy, jingling as the carriage wheels turned.
The coachman wrapped his head with a scarf and raised his whip with his sleeves, lashing the Golden Winged Snow Horse's rump.
"The Lord Wangshu is here, quickly make way —"
Mo Xi frowned slightly. Murong Lian?
Where was he going so late at night?
Before he had time to think, the carriage had already arrived beside him. It was too late at night and the driver did not see Mo Xi's face clearly. He continued to shout at the top of his lungs, "Make way, make way! Don't block the Lord Wangshu's way! "
Mo Xi dodged. A man near him pulled his wife to the side and respectfully lowered his head to wait for the Murong Lian's carriage to pass. Then, disgust appeared on his face and he whispered, "It's late at night and he's still shouting to clear the way. Make way, make way — tsk, are you asking a ghost to make way for him? There are only a few people on the road. He's so noisy! "
Mo Xi sighed inwardly, thinking that the Murong Lian was really a hedonistic son of rich parents and was not popular.
However, Mo Xi looked back at the departing carriage and felt that it was a bit strange. The Murong Lian was extremely lazy and would not go out unless it was late in the day. What was going on today …
Wang Shu Manor's carriage quickly disappeared around the corner, out of sight.
Mo Que's eyelids twitched. For some reason, he felt his heart palpitate. However, he had something very important to do at the moment. Moreover, he was not a person who liked to believe in intuition, so he did not think too much about it. He turned his head and walked in the opposite direction of Murong Lian's horse carriage, moving forward.
Outside Cixin Smelting Shop.
"Ah …" Uncle Song opened the door and saw Mo Xi's face under the moonlight. He was stunned for a while before he said, "It's Young Master Mo …"
Mo Xi asked, "Is Elder Qing Xu here?"
"Yexue." Boss Song coughed twice with a thick phlegm sound. "Yexue isn't in the shop tonight. He said he had something to do and went out to look for her."
The old man was old and his speech was rambling. After he finished speaking, he happily added, "He also said that he would bring me some pastries from Lotus House tomorrow morning. This child is filial and knows that the osmanthus cake in that shop is the best. I …"
If he allowed the old man to continue nagging, there would be no end to it. Mo Xi had no choice but to interrupt him. "Uncle, I have an urgent matter to discuss with him. Do you know where he went?"
The old man smiled and said, "I know, of course I know. He went to the Education Palace and probably won't come back tonight. "
"I see … Thank you, Uncle."
Mo Xi thanked Uncle Song and coaxed him back to the shop to rest. He also closed the door of Cixin Smelting Shop for Jiang Yexue and put up the "Closed" sign. Then, he walked towards the Education Palace.
But not long after he walked on the main path, Mo Xi suddenly encountered another group of people. This time, it was a dark blue carriage with silver skull bells and an owl totem painted on it.
This was the carriage of the Chief Elder of the Administration Stage, Zhou He.
Zhou He could be considered a close relative of the royal family. He was not as tall as the Murong Lian, nor was he as arrogant and domineering as the Murong Lian. However, everyone in the Chong Hua knew that he was cruel and not to be trifled with. Moreover, he was reclusive and loved the Administration Stage more than his own Zhou family. He was an out-and-out spellcasting maniac.
Mo Xi couldn't help but frown as he watched Zhou He's carriage roll over the bluestone path.
What was going on tonight? Why was it that the Murong Lian and Zhou He were both still awake at this hour? Both of them were rushing out. Did something happen to Junshang?
But if Junshang really was ill, Meng Ze wouldn't have been sitting there so calmly reading the files. Mo Xi also wouldn't have been so clueless …
He watched as the wind lanterns of Elder Zhou He's carriage went further and further away on the path. Finally, they turned into two swaying orange dots like stars and were swallowed up by the endless night. For some reason, the empty throbbing in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
He felt that something he couldn't see the outline of was about to happen.
"Lord Xi He."
Outside the Cultivation Academy, in front of the Spirit Nourishing Jade Door that was as tall as ten people, the guard was quite lustful, but he still very conscientiously stopped Mo Extinguishing.
"It's so late. The gate is already locked. You're here to …"
The Cultivation Palace was different from other places. It was where all the young cultivators of the Chong Hua cultivated in seclusion. It was also known as the Dawn Palace of the Chong Hua.
Because the Cultivation Palace was filled with inexperienced youths and children, its security was even stricter than Wang Cheng's. For example, Lord Xi He could enter Wang Cheng without prior notice, but he would be questioned at the gate of the Cultivation Palace.
Mo Xi understood the rules and wasn't angry. He only said, "I'm here to look for someone. Elder Qing Xu, can you stay the night in the Cultivation Palace?"
"So Lord Xi He is here to look for Elder Qing Xu." The guard smiled. "Elder Qing Xu has a guest today. The guest hasn't left yet. Do you want to wait a little longer?"
Jiang Yexue was an elegant gentleman. Usually, people were willing to look for him if they needed help. They knew that he was modest and easy to talk to.
But they didn't expect that Jiang Yexue would have another guest just as they returned from Bat Island. They hadn't even rested for a night.
Mo Xi didn't want to disturb him at first, but Wang Jian's restoration couldn't be delayed. So he said, "It's okay. I'll go find him myself."
And so he took out the jade pendant for passage to the Cultivation Palace as usual and left his mark on the book. The gate opened and he entered the Cultivation Palace.
The night was quiet. The Xiao Xiu students had to follow the cultivation rules set by the elders. They were all asleep at night. There was no one around. The eaves and tiles of the huge cultivation school palace fluttered in the wind. The golden roof tiles shone with a silvery white light, like a dead leaf butterfly resting peacefully under the canopy of the sky. Illuminated by the bright moon, it appeared especially gorgeous and dreamy.
After graduating and joining the army, Mo Xi rarely came back to the Cultivation Palace. But fortunately, the Cultivation Palace hadn't changed much. Whether it was the drill grounds, the forest gardens, the palaces, or the houses, they were all pretty much the same as when he was cultivating.
Mo Xi didn't have time to think about the past. Holding the Qiankun Pouch containing secrets and hopes under his sleeve, he hurried to the elders' residence.
When he reached the white jade bridge connecting Elder Gou Lian's residence to the Dancing Sword Field, he suddenly saw a person coming from afar. Mo Xi stared at him and couldn't help but be stunned.
… Murong Chuyi?
Murong Chuyi had his head lowered. He didn't see Mo Xi on the other side of the jade bridge. He was walking silently by himself.
He didn't have his usual immortal-like temperament, light and graceful. For some reason, his footsteps were a bit unsteady. His hair bun was also a bit crooked. A few strands of hair hung by the side of his porcelain-like face.
Mo Xi frowned and said, "… Mr. Murong."
Murong Chuyi suddenly raised his head, as if he was shocked.
Murong Chuyi's usually cold and stubborn face was now covered with a layer of panic and embarrassment. But what made Mo Xie even more surprised was that the corners of Murong Chuyi's eyes were red, as if he had just suffered some kind of humiliation, and that humiliation was forcibly endured by him, turning into a soft red brocade fishtail. Two traces of rouge rippled in the water, and the tip of his phoenix eyes were drawn.
"You …"
Murong Chuyi bit his pale and withered lips. The skin on his lips was broken, and blood was hidden at the corners of his mouth. He suddenly turned his face away. But after a while, as if he was afraid that others would think that he had exposed himself, he braced himself and turned back. A pair of eyes as cold as frost and as sharp as a knife looked at Mo Xi.
His eyes were still wet. Although Murong Chuyi probably thought that he had hidden it well and still had a bit of fierceness in his eyes, Mo Xi only felt that …
It was really poorly hidden.
Weakness, anger, humiliation … nothing could be hidden.
After a moment of silence, Mo Xi asked, "… Is Mr. Murong all right?"
"… Yes."
The two of them looked at each other, each with their own thoughts.
Based on their temperament and relationship, there was no need for more concern. Mo Xi didn't like to meddle in other people's business, and Murong Chuyi didn't like to be meddled in. Murong Chuyi said, "I'm leaving."
They saluted each other and walked past each other.
The night wind blew through Murong Chuyi's snow-white wide sleeves, and the fragrance of the citrus aura rose from his sleeves. Mo Xi tilted his head and vaguely felt that in addition to this elegant fragrance, there was also a faint smell on him, as if he had smelled it around someone else before. But when he thought about it carefully, it was as if he wanted to reach out and catch a trace of it.
Mo Xi watched Murong Chuyi's back as he walked away. He frowned and said softly, "What did he come to the Academy for …?"
Naturally, no one answered him. Mo Xi stood in place for a moment, then turned around and continued walking. Although the residences of the Academy of Cultivation's Elders were in the same place, they were far apart. Moreover, each house was built according to the Elder's preferences. For example, Elder Caiwei, who taught wood-type magic, lived in a house hidden in a forest of flowers and vines. The walls were covered with Chinese roses, and every flower was the size of a bowl. They bloomed all year round, and were always tender and delicate. Elder Chang Hong, who taught swordsmanship, had a lightning-colored barrier around his house. There was a large garden around his house, but no mountain rocks or flowers could be seen. Instead, there were at least several thousand swords of different widths, a mix of new and old, inserted in the garden.
Jiang Yexue's house was an ordinary wooden house. A row of tall bamboos swayed outside the courtyard. Among this group of lunatics, it seemed particularly elegant and normal.
Mo Xi walked along a small path paved with fine white gravel to Jiang Yexue's door. He bent his slender index finger and knocked on the wooden door.
"Elder Qing Xu."
There was no response from inside the house. After a few more knocks, the door creaked open.
"…"
Through the crack of the door, a clay figurine poked its head out. However, its mud skull had been broken by someone, and only half of its head was left. It was crying mournfully. Mo Xi knew that Jiang Yexue had always cherished these mud servants and would never damage them. His heart couldn't help but thump. He asked, "Where's your Lord?"
"My Lord … My Lord … Hahahaha …"
The little mud servant was so thoroughly broken that it couldn't speak a complete sentence. It could only squeak and run around in circles.
"My Lord … Don't … My Lord …"
The door was ajar because the mud servant had broken it. Mo Xi was worried that Jiang Yexue had met with an accident, so he pushed the door open and walked in. This time, it was even more frightening.
He saw that the floor made of bamboo was scattered with specks of blood. A porcelain heavenly ball vase placed on the wall was also smashed to pieces on the ground. It hadn't been cleaned up yet.
"Brother Jiang!"
Mo Xi quickly walked into the inner hall. There was no one there. She then went to the bedroom and pushed open the door. It was dark inside. There was no light in the room, and the curtains were tightly shut. Instead, the air was filled with a familiar smell, but she could not remember where she had smelled it before. Mo Xi raised his hand and ignited a fireball, illuminating the room. There was no one in the room. However, the bed was messy and a few wrinkled snow-white clothes were thrown in the corner. Other than that, there was nothing unusual …
"Lord Xi He?"
— Yes.
Suddenly, a surprised voice sounded behind him. Mo Xi quickly turned around and saw Jiang Yexue sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a loose white linen bathrobe. He was wiping his jet-black hair with one hand and looking at Mo Xi in surprise.
"Why are you here?"
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