Compared to Her, He Was Far from Being Able.
Zheng lifted his eyelids and sent a voice transmission,""The junior who knelt at the village entrance for three days and three nights and begged you to teach him the art of immortality?”
Qin Mo didn't say anything and just drank a mouthful of wine.
Zheng continued," Sigh, that junior only came to find you when he was dying. He's still so stubborn. He's a fool."”
Qin Mo smiled and replied," Not everyone can learn the method of immortality. I've already made it very clear. Moreover, he's not from the village, nor is he fated. Only those fated can stay in the village."”
Zheng rolled his eyes and transmitted his voice," He only wants to make his dynasty last for thousands of generations after he becomes immortal and be respected by tens of thousands of people. He has caused too many massacres. It is impossible for such a person to be fated. He clearly made it very clear, but he refused to listen. This is good. He only has a few days left to live, but he has already died. Qi, if I didn't find an empty place to bury him after he died, his corpse might have been exposed in the wilderness."”
Zheng became more and more excited as he spoke. He stood up and roared angrily,"And that fool who called himself Prime Minister Cao. His poems were quite bold, but the things he did were too stifling. At that time, he was so awe-inspiring. He had many generals, strategists, poison warriors, and people under him. But in the end, because of the unfavorable terrain, he was beaten to such a state. What a waste! By the way, why didn't you let him join the village? He had said that he would never be born again and would stay in the village forever.”
Qin Mo took a sip of wine and smiled.""He only wants to die. How can he talk about longevity? If he's not fated, how can he enter the village?”
Zheng was stunned. He looked into the distance and sighed,""Sigh, I saw that the two women beside him were very good, so I buried the three of them together.”
If word of what the man and the dog had said spread to the village and the world knew, especially the historians, that the tombs of Qin Shihuang and Cao Cao that they had been searching for for so many years were buried by Zheng in a village in the mountains at the border of Yun Province. With just a tombstone, they would vomit blood and die!
However, Qin Mo and Zheng didn't feel anything wrong. In their eyes, these people were just a wisp of dust in the river of time. Even in their lives, they were just a flash in the pan.
Those who were truly fated were their true friends and people that Qin Mo would accept. Of course, the village only rejected those who were not fated and did not care about their status. From the Three Royals and Five Emperors to the common people, as long as they were fated, they could choose to join the village.
This was also the reason why Qin Mo accepted the special forces like the Fire Phoenix. They were fated people in the village.
Qin Shi Huang, Cao Cao, and Wu Zetian were not fated people, so Qin Mo ignored them.
In the village, there were many ordinary people like the Fire Phoenix. It was not related to status, but to fate.
The man and the dog fell silent. The surroundings were silent, and only the fragrance of peach blossoms and the sandalwood incense from the incense burner could be heard.
At this moment, Zheng propped himself up with his hind legs and patted the soil off his body with his two forelimbs. He walked straight back to his room and took out a small jar of wine. He sat down beside Qin Mo.
Then, he opened the seal of the small jar of wine. For a moment, the fragrance of the wine spread out, dispersing the peach blossom fragrance and sandalwood fragrance, permeating the surrounding air.
Then, it hugged the jar with its forelimbs, put its mouth into the jar, and took a big gulp of wine. A comfortable expression appeared on its face.
Qin Mo smiled and didn't say anything. He also took a sip of wine and looked at Gao Yue in the sky. His eyes revealed a thoughtful expression.
Zheng put down the jar and raised his head to look at Qin Mo. He howled in confusion and transmitted his voice,""There's something that I don't understand. Back then, Wu Zetian repeatedly begged you, even putting down her status to dance and seduce you. That dance made me feel a little strange, so why didn't you let her enter the village? Don't you have any feelings for her?”
Qin Mo's eyes suddenly turned gentle, and the corners of his mouth curled into an indescribable smile.""Compared to her, I'm far from it."
Zheng drank a mouthful of wine and gazed at the moon in the sky. He let out a deep howl,""So many years have passed, but you still haven't forgotten her. You guys, sigh, I'm not sure, so I won't ask.”
Qin Mo didn't reply. Instead, he changed the topic and asked,""What do you think of those fated people who just entered the village?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng was about to take a sip when he frowned. He turned to look at Qin Mo curiously with a contemplative look in his eyes.
After a long silence, it turned around and continued to look at the moon reflected in the wine jar."There is a faint black aura surrounding these women. Something big will definitely happen in the future, but this matter has nothing to do with us.”
After saying that, Zheng stretched out his mouth and bit down on the moon in the wine jar as if he wanted to bite the moon off. He took a big gulp of wine and gulped it down.
The moon in the wine jar immediately scattered. After the wine calmed down, it appeared again.
Qin Mo didn't say much. He raised his head and drank all the wine in the jar. After pondering for a moment, he said,""Everything depends on their luck.”
Then, he turned around and walked back to his room. He put the wine jar back where it was and returned to the table. He tidied up the wooden slips and placed them back on the bookshelf.
After doing all this, Qin Mo returned to the inner room.
The design of the inner room was slightly different from that of the outer room. In the room, there was an ancient bed, a round wooden table, four chairs around the round table, and a few calligraphy paintings hanging on the wall. Wang Xizhi's Preface to the Orchid Pavilion, Tang Bohu's Autumn Wind Fan Painting, and Cao Zhi's Ode to the Luo God were all among them.
In the middle of the room was a twenty-five-stringed zither.
Qin Mo tugged at the hem of his clothes and sat in front of the zither. He raised his hands and placed them on the zither. He closed his eyes and played the zither casually.
"Deng, Deng…"
The tune was long and mellow, or lingering and mournful, or the sound of spring water, or the sound of a galloping horse ringing a bell.
Outside the house.
Zheng looked at the wine jar that was left with only half a jar of wine. The sound of the zither in the inner room rang in his ears. He looked sideways at the land that was filled with moonlight. He picked up the jar like a human and put the rest of the wine in the wine jar into his mouth.
The zither sound had not stopped, and the tune was still playing in his ears. However, the zither sound became gentler.
Then, it glanced at the peach blossom tree at the door and pondered for a long time. Then, it raised its head and let out a roar.
There was a hint of sadness in his voice.
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