On the beam of the room, Bingzhi watched Zhang Xue go to bed, while the fragrance on the table was lit and slowly ate it.

The next day, early morning.

Zhang Xue woke up, rubbed her eyes with her little hands, got out of bed in a daze and walked to the screen and changed her clothes.

Mo Qing sat there, Bingzhi was serving tea and pouring water next to him.

Zhang Xue changed her clothes and walked out, looked at Mo Qing sitting there, blinked, thinking that she was dazzled, and reached out to rub her eyes.

"I am here." Mo Qing said.

Zhang Xue wanted to call Brother Mo Qing, and then remembered his words and quickly changed his words: "Mo Qing... Husband is long..."

Today is as calm as usual, and the sound of reading in school is catchy.

Zhang Xue's life was as calm as before. After class, she sat on the hillside with Mo Ziqi.

Mo Ziqi held a branch in his hand, randomly hitting the weeds around him, and looked at Zhang Xue and said, "That... I might have to leave with my father and go to the county town."

Zhang Xue looked at Mo Ziqi and asked, "When will you come back?" Suddenly, she felt a little bit. She looked back and saw that Mo Qing was standing there under the shade of the tree. Since she got married, she felt a sense of harmony with Mo Qing.

Mo Ziqi said: "Maybe it will take a long time to come back. My father is going to work in the county town, but you can come to the county town to play with me!"

"Well, okay, I will go. When will you leave?" Zhang Xue said.

"Tomorrow." Mo Ziqi said.

"So fast." Zhang Xue said, lowering her head and looking at the weeds under her feet.

Mo Ziqi nodded, then thought of something and said to Zhang Xue: "Aren't you unable to learn Taoism? I suddenly thought of it, that is definitely suitable for you!"

"What?" Zhang Xue said blankly.

Mo Ziqi said, "It's it! The ghost-exorcist ritual, the ghost-exorcist dance!" He began to flip through the book bag and take out a yellowed book.

Zhang Xue took the ancient book and opened it to read. The dense ancient texts and a patterned figure asked, "Where does this come from?"

Mo Ziqi said, "I heard from my dad that this was dug out by my grandfather in a nameless tomb. It looked like it was something from the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Well, this is the translation." He took out another small book and stuffed it to Zhang Xue.

Mo Qing looked at Zhang Xue from afar, Bingzhi guarded his side, looked at the scorching sun, and said softly: "The Qin Dynasty has been destroyed, and now it has been a thousand years. What is the ambition left for the first time?"

"Master, I've gone there to see it. Young Master Fusu has transformed his bones." Bing Zhi said.

"He is not so easily erased by history." Mo Qing said lukewarmly.

Bing Zhi nodded and looked at Zhang Xue not far away with Mo Qing's gaze.

Under Mo Ziqi's stern preaching, Zhang Xue began to learn this sacrificial dance.

Mo Ziqi shouted: "Let your body lean back and raise your feet! There..."

Time passed minute by minute, and the setting sun stretched out the small figures of the two people.

When Zhang Xue returned, she passed by the East Courtyard again, in a dark corner under the eaves of the green ghost roof. She saw Zhang Xue passing by with a kind smile.

Zhang Xue walked over and asked, "Is Brother Zhang Gui back?"

Qinggui shook his head and gestured something. When he felt something behind the opposite house, he immediately grinned and let out a ghost roar.

Zhang Xue couldn't understand it, so she took out three incense sticks from under the stone slab next to her and lit it. It should have said that it was hungry. She said, "It tastes so delicious, I'll give you something to eat tomorrow."
Chapter completed!