The Prince with the Sword Goes to the End of the World

The second volume of "Guo Mingxuan Extra Story" is over

The third volume "Mist Text Volume" begins

This volume cancels the No.1 title: "I", and the hero Shang Mo officially appears.After growing up, Shang Mo faces the dangers of the world alone, how should he choose?What kind of people and things will they meet...

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In the Wuchen Pavilion of Tian Ao Gate, Shang Mo turned the Taoist classics in his hands page after page, turning the pages continuously, causing a trace of anxiety on his face, and he muttered to himself: "This is the last If I can’t find anything else, there will be no Taoist classics that I haven’t read on the bookshelves of this huge Wuchen Pavilion.”

"But... there are many things I still can't figure out... It seems that no matter how hard I search, I can't get the answer. Could it be that the answer is not in the book? Perhaps the most important book is missing from Master's library shelf?"

Shang Mo's thoughts were a little messy, he didn't know why, the more he read the Taoist classics, the more he became confused and confused, the things mentioned in the classics had different opinions, and they were very related, and the related places seemed illusory , it seems like nothing exists...

"Haha, why is Shang Mo unhappy?" Guo Mingxuan walked slowly into the Wuchen Pavilion, looked at Shang Mo's frowning, worried and helpless look, and smiled.

"Master, you came back from Yujiantai so soon?" Shang Mo complained with a dry smile.

"Haha, what's the matter? Shouldn't you come back as a teacher?" Guo Mingxuan said.

"It's not... just... just me..." Shang Mo lowered his head and hesitated for a long time, but he didn't say anything.

"As a teacher, I went to Yujiantai today, and although I preached the truth for all my disciples, it is their hearts to be calm. The one that can calm their hearts is often the most basic and common. It is the foundation of human beings and the foundation of all things. Ji, haha." Guo Mingxuan looked at Shang Mo, smiled, and said.

"Master...could you...see...why I feel melancholy?" Shang Mo said in shock.

"What does Xiao Shangmo think? Haha... um... I think Xiao Shangmo should start with the first 'Tao Te Ching' at this time. As the teacher knows, you read it first, so it is easy to ignore it. But it is the only one that can solve the doubts in your heart."

"As for other Taoist classics, they are like the side branches of the trunk. Although the luxuriance and shade of the trees depend on them, and they also show different postures, but the roots and trunks are their foundations. No matter how the branches extend and expand; no matter how green and fragrant the branches are, if the roots are not there, everything will be in vain." Guo Mingxuan stared at Shang Mo, and said earnestly.

"But...Master. Originally, I wanted to give you a surprise when you came back today. I didn't expect...not only failed to recite what I learned today...but the more I read it, the more confused I became...for a while, I felt dizzy..." Shang Mo was a little frustrated, said.

"Hahahaha... The more you look, the more you become confused. It just proves that Shang Mo has already encountered a 'bottleneck'. The bottleneck is also the threshold for improving the Taoist realm. Some disciples want to meet but still can't meet them...My child, when you grow up, you You will know its importance deeply, and you will even go crazy because of the emergence of this staged bottleneck period..." Guo Mingxuan laughed wildly.

"No, master...I'm afraid, I can't recite what I learned today...you will get angry. Once you get angry, maybe...maybe you won't tell your story with Shang Mo anymore. Shang Mo really wants to know why you stepped on it After entering Tianao Village, you were stunned?" Shang Mo said in a low voice.

"Haha, it turns out that what Shang Mo cares about is the story of his teacher's past." Guo Mingxuan said.

"Yes, I like your story very much, Master. Have you ever met my father?" Shang Mo said with anticipation.

"As a teacher, I haven't met your royal father, maybe I don't have a chance... Hmm... The most magnificent and majestic building Shang Mo has ever seen, but the imperial palace? Do you know how many skilled craftsmen and craftsmen are needed to build the imperial palace?" How long will it take?" Guo Mingxuan asked.

"I... don't know... but I know that the most magnificent place in the world is the imperial palace, where grandfather and father used to live..." Shang Mo's clear voice revealed a trace of sadness.Perhaps, the imperial palace has become his pain, a place he dare not mention...

Guo Mingxuan noticed the displeasure on Shang Mo's face, so he rushed to say: "After stepping into Tian'ao Village, the first thing I felt was shock, what shocked me was not the changes in Tian'ao Village, but It is a scene of tens of thousands of skilled craftsmen and thousands of civilians working at the same time. It is even more amazing than the thousands of troops and horses lined up in front of you. You will find them everywhere in your gestures. On the edge of the mountain, in the middle of the mountain, in front of the waterfall , among the mountains...you can see hundreds of people..."

"I have to marvel at Su Haitang's strength, because I don't know how these skilled craftsmen and peasants were hired, and I don't even know how much gold and silver it will cost to build the Tian'ao Gate... Hey...Su Haitang ...what a woman full of mysteries..."

"Master, what is Tian'ao Village like? When you went to Tian'ao Village, did you see Su Haitang full of mysteries?" Shang Mo asked curiously.

"Hey, I'm ashamed to say it. As a teacher, I don't know what Tian'ao Village looks like. When I came here as a teacher, Tian'ao Village was already Tian'ao Gate, and Tian'ao Gate was also Tian'ao Village. There is no slight difference from today's The Tian Ao Gate is no different. Su Haitang, you can call her: aunt, hey, your aunt, I have never seen her as a teacher, and I have never seen her until today..." Guo Mingxuan sighed slowly In one breath, he shook his head and said.

Shang Mo sat down quietly, resting her chin, thought for a while, and suddenly said: "That woman in green! The woman in green who stopped you in front of Yingtian Mansion's gate! Master, she must know Aunt Haitang's whereabouts. "

"She doesn't know, I have already asked. In fact, she is also a poor person. A change in her family made her instantly helpless. Su Haitang saw her dignified appearance, her manner and speech were even elegant, so she gave her jade face Young Master's makeup, I accepted her, and only confessed to waiting for me at the bottom of the city, and didn't say much else." Guo Mingxuan, a little disappointed, said.

"The woman in green is now..." Shang Mo hesitated.

"Now, she is married to the people who have already lived here at Tian'aomen, and her life is very comfortable. But... the jade-faced son who relieved her worries that day has become a mystery..." Guo Mingxuan, powerless road.

"Hey, Tianaomen, green tiles and vermilion trees, with stacked buildings and pavilions, beautiful and beautiful, and outstanding people, is a blessed place for self-cultivation. For this blessed place, Su Haitang must do her best, and she...where is she now? Place..." Guo Mingxuan stared at the high platform, and then slowly said: "Every time I go to the high platform, I can't help but recite Li Bai's song: Come to the mountain temple for the night. But even if the stars can be picked... Begonias can't be picked... "

"A dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick stars with your hands."

"Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavenly beings."

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"Master..." Shang Mo didn't know what to say, so she could only silently look at Guo Mingxuan's deep autumnal eyes, filled with tears...

Maybe Su Haitang has become a regret in Guo Mingxuan's heart. This regret has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women, but a landscape that is too late to recall...

Broken flowers and gray heads warm the sun, and a few grass traces recall the panic.

The first face of the house is at the table, and the lotus moon is cool outside.

The illusion at the intersection is like meeting each other, looking for the same with every gesture.

Fresh, refined and clear, Mei Shouzi is mad in the snow.

There is a fragrance of flowers in the breeze, but it has not arrived in Zhengyan Yirenzang.

Beside the water bank in front of the high platform pavilion, I can only see the old people going in the setting sun.