Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

Somewhere in the fairy boat, surrounded by clouds and mist, the sound of chimes rang out from the corner of the temple, the long sandalwood carved window was half closed, and purple smoke from the incense burner passed obliquely over the shoulders of everyone.

Several nobles sat around the table, with a cup of tea and four or five jade cups, the walls of which were so thin that they could barely see through.

The emerald green tea soup reflects different faces and obscure expressions.

"How are they doing recently?" A white-haired old man in simple clothes coughed a few times, picked up the teacup with his skinny hands, and spoke in a calm tone.

"General Lan, as always, does not support our ideas. Lord Miao, you know that he is quite popular among the people and has many soldiers following him... I'm afraid—"

After a certain male noble spoke, several voices whispered in the shadows, expressing their dissatisfaction.

"What are you afraid of?"

"We're worried that he'll change our ancestors' ways. We originally embarked on this path in search of immortality... Now he's bringing up the immortal boat Daiyu from hundreds of years ago, which makes it... very difficult for us to deal with." A female noble snorted coldly, her attitude icy.

Miao Gong shook his head, his beard trembling. The light gradually brightened, illuminating the mud-like spots on his face, and the veins cast a faint blue shadow against the pale background.

He didn't respond to the noble's words, but instead asked another question, "I heard... the cemetery near Changletian is haunted?"

"It was reportedly a mess. We found... this at the scene."

The noble took out a black box and opened it. Inside lay a sword emitting a cold glow. The blade was smooth and the ridge of the sword was straight. It was as clear as moonlight and flowing with icy mist.

"Zhu Yue... is really not a good name. If it turns out to be an illusion, it will all be in vain." Miao Gong reached out and touched it, his voice sounding vicissitudes of life.

"We have another piece of news, Miao Gong, you will definitely be interested."

"Tell me."

"The cemetery is haunted... On the second day, General Lan was seriously injured - don't you think it's a coincidence?" The female noble's eyes darkened, and she supported her cheek with her slender hand and smiled slightly.

"Want to check further? Miao Gong, I have a feeling there will be a surprise."

"Qingyun, keep me updated on any new information... Recently, a new species has appeared on Zhuming, named Suiyang. I'm afraid it won't be peaceful. Yaoqing needs to be on guard."

"This sword... I took it back."

Miao Gong closed the black box and left.

He is also an old noble here and the real person in charge of Yaoqing. Time has made him forget his name, and everyone calls him - Miao Gong.

As I stepped out of the door, the afternoon breeze was very light. Spring had arrived, and willow catkins were flying, like snow, covering the steps.

Children on the street were running after willow catkins, and an old man was walking home with a hunched back, step by step, slower than the cars, causing people behind him to curse at him.

Go home and close the windows.

A weak voice called out from inside the house.

"Grandpa...are you back?"

"I'm back, Po."

"I was working in the cemetery and found a sword, your favorite..." Miao Gong walked in holding the black box.

The curtains were half-drawn, not letting in even a ray of spring light, like a wisp of smoke diluted by rain.

There was a child sitting on the couch, wearing a hat, with long, moist eyelashes that weighed heavily on his eye sockets, and pale lips.

"...Grandpa, I don't want to practice swordsmanship anymore. If you found it, you should return it to the owner as soon as possible."

"Maybe he is anxious." Po shook his head and smiled slightly.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to Po... but look at the headquarters. Look, it's really beautiful."

Miao Gong sat on the edge of the bed and opened the black box. A Bao stared at it. It was a very beautiful sword, more beautiful than any he had ever seen.

Reach out your hand and put it down the moment you touch it.

"Very...beautiful. I think the Sword Master must be as beautiful as the moonlight."

As he spoke, Abao started coughing. Miao Gong hurriedly lifted the quilt, gave a few instructions, and went to the kitchen to boil medicine.

The room was filled with silence, so lonely that one would have thought oneself dead, if one had not been able to sense the faint heartbeat.

Click—the window suddenly opened, and a child with orange hair poked his head out and said with a smile, "Abao, I learned a few more moves from Brother Lan today, let me show you."

"Brother Lan is so handsome, hehe——"

"Luo, speak softly, my grandpa is at home..."

A Bao lowered his eyes, nervously pinching the corner of his clothes with his fingers, signaling Luo to keep his voice down.

Before he got sick, Luo was his friend and they often played together. However, his grandfather hated Luo and would drive him away every time he saw her.

Grandpa works in a cemetery, repairing tombstones.

"Is that so? Then I'll come see you tomorrow."

"This is what Brother Lan and I bought. Here you go." Luo took out a bag of candies from his arms, put it on the windowsill, and stared at the curtain. The last time they met, he playfully pushed aside the curtain and saw Abao without hair.

He could not forget Po's panicked and embarrassed expression at that time.

After hesitating for a moment, Luo whispered, "Abao, when summer comes, your hair will grow very fast, just like the tide under the moonlight... There's no need to be afraid."

"Anyway, a man's character isn't judged by his hair—when I become the general, Po will be the strongest swordsman."

"Take your medicine on time and get better soon. I'll come see you tomorrow." He closed the window and left.

"summer…"

"It's still early... Luo, it's still early..."

The child whispered.

Without that greed, only when you linger on the edge of death and are filled with regrets in pain, will you realize how precious it is to live a few more years.

On the other side, after feeding the medicine, Lan went to deal with some business. Looking at the desk that was suddenly piled with medicine and letters, his face turned pale in an instant.

Call the counselor and the soldiers into the room.

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing special. It's just a gift for the general. It's not worth much. The general's health is very important."

The soldier stood up straight and saluted, speaking frankly.

"That's not what I meant." Lan frowned.

"Then what do you mean?"

The strategist curled his lips.

"Don't you know what I mean?"

"How can I know what you mean if you don't tell me?"

"How can you be a strategist if you don't know what I mean?"

"General, what do you mean?" the strategist raised his eyebrows.

"It's not a bribe of real money, so it won't affect your integrity."

"enough!"

"Look at this... Treating impotence, who is impotent?" Lan said in a cold tone.

"If you have time, you should think about how to do good things for the people instead of wasting time. As a punishment, you will have to do an extra hour of morning exercise from now on."

Several soldiers' eyes widened into huge bells in an instant, and they were so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks. Isn't this a way to kill people?

"Wait, General, I saw you go to the pharmacy earlier and asked the owner, and that's where they treat this."

"We are concerned about you... Mr. Strategist bought the most." The soldiers quickly defended themselves, and the strategist's face turned dark.

"Wha...what?"

"Did I buy the wrong medicine?"

"That Brother Yun—I fed him a big bowl today."

Lan was shocked, and Ben's serious face became flustered. "Is that what the pharmacy owner said?"

"Why didn't he say so earlier?"

But when he thought carefully about the look in the pharmacy owner's eyes that day, it was indeed strange, but he was in a hurry to go home and boil the medicine, so he didn't think much about it.

So the so-called famous doctor within a ten-mile radius turned out to be a fool.

No, he had to go back quickly to wash Brother Yun's stomach. What if it was like last night... Lan's body trembled inexplicably.

The strategist saw this tremor and couldn't help but grin. What - the general also has people he is afraid of? Doesn't Lan always live alone?

It was rumored that someone was picked up before.

This doesn't feel like a stranger. How could a stranger care so much?

Before he could think about it, Lan ordered them to return the medicine, cleared his name, said that he had given the wrong medicine that day, and then left in a hurry.

The strategist shouted a few times at Lan's back, looked at the scroll about "Zhu Ming" in his hand, and shook his head helplessly.

He still has important things to report, look how anxious Lan is.

It seems that I can only go there at night.