Wei Xingzhen's expression was still a little unhappy.

After a moment, he breathed a light sigh and looked away.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

...

Under the same night sky, Xia Ying was standing in the yard and looking at the moon tonight.

His courtyard was also very lively tonight. The two sisters, Sha and Hong, finally arrived in Luoyang with the last sharp blade, and the few of them settled in this courtyard tonight.

"Sir, he's already in the tea room."

The elderly Kuanglu slowly walked into the atrium and whispered to Xiaying, who was looking at the moon.

Xiaying came back to her senses from her thoughts and whispered, "I understand."

Kuang Lu said again, "I asked, his name today is Jiaguheng."

Xia Ying laughed, "A good name."

...

A calm incense was lit in the tea room. Jia Guheng had finished bathing and changing clothes. At this moment, he was quietly sitting on the seat waiting for Xia Ying's words.

He stared at the wall of the tea room with a vigorous inscription hanging on the note, which read "Frost and snow fell."

Jia Guheng recognized the source of this sentence at a glance - this tells the story of the old sages and disciples being besieged by Chen Cai. At that time, the master and disciple had not eaten fire for seven days, but the Master still kept singing.

The disciples were puzzled. When everyone was unable to eat and were exhausted, why did the Master still have the heart to play the piano and sing? Where did this person's conscience go?

The Master said with gale, "As the great cold comes, frost and snow fall, I know the lushness of pines and cypresses." Although at this moment, he encountered troubles in troubled times with the way of benevolence and righteousness, he did not lose his virtue when faced with difficulties and reflected on himself. It can be seen that this is not a desperate situation, but instead made him more enlightened and firm.

Jia Guheng stared at the inscription.

...Why did Mr. Xia hang such words in his tea room?

He asked with some respect.

There is an ancient saying, "If you know that the pines and cypresses will wither after the cold." This praises the noble character of pines and cypresses without fear of the severe cold.

However, it is not natural that there is a sequence of cold, heat, wind and rain in the world?

Some flowers bloom in spring and summer, some fruits ripen in autumn, some grass vines wither in season, and there are giant trees like pine and cypress, which are evergreen all year round...

Whether it is plants or trees, storms, but we only keep our time, why do some of them be criticized and some be praised?

Think deeper, what is called noble and humble, lust and righteousness, justice and moral good and evil... is it the eternal law of heaven, or the agreement made between people on a whim?

Grasping the thread of this thought, Jia Guheng stared at the inscription and became more focused.

He couldn't help but follow this idea, but suddenly a headache like a spasm came from his mind.

Jia Guheng finally realized the danger. He frowned and grabbed his head deeply with both hands.

While the severe and irrepressible pain had not yet been caused, he shook his head quickly, as if he wanted to temporarily get rid of all his useless and complex thoughts from his mind.

When everything calmed down, he gasped for some difficulty, and his whole body fell to the ground and twitched.

Jia Guheng felt a burning stinging pain on his forehead again.

The dark horns on the forehead seemed to have grown a few centimeters.

At this moment, a very light footstep came from the corridor outside the house. He immediately looked at the main door - the wooden door was pushed open, and Xia Ying appeared behind the door.

"Sir..." Jia Guheng spoke weakly.

Xiaying frowned when she saw him.

He quickly walked to Jia Guheng's side, helped him sit up, and then quickly took out a small bottle of sniffing salt from his sleeve and handed it under Jia Guheng's nose.

After a while, Jia Guheng regained his strength.

The two sat opposite each other under the lamp, Xia Ying stared at each other's black horns - he remembered that when he met a few years ago, the horn was still light white, and from a distance it looked like a big bag bulging in the middle of his forehead.

However, now it is as long as someone's middle finger, pitch black and translucent, and its shape looks exactly the same as the rhino horn.

"...What have you been doing in the past few years?" Xiaying asked.

Although Jia Guheng was covered in rock-gray skin, even if he was ashamed, he would not be seen blushing, but he was still afraid to look at Xia Ying's eyes.

"I...I have been staying in the mustard seed garden in Jinling." Jia Guheng replied in a low voice.

"That bookstore?"

"Um."

Xia Ying locked her eyebrows, "...So you've heard what I said to you before?"

Although the tone of this sentence was still calm, Jia Guheng still heard some reproach from it.

He looked down at his fingers, as if he had made a mistake and was scolded, and showed a embarrassed expression.

When we parted a few years ago, Mr. Xia repeatedly told us that from now on, he would never read the classics, history, and collections of the world.

However... he couldn't do it.

In the past, he was illiterate and did not read, and lived a happy life like a god outside the domain.

However, since we came to Middle Earth with Xiaying more than ten years ago, everything has gradually become strange.

The first problem Jia Guheng encountered was that he had no name.

The name of a monster is different from that of a human. It is not just used as a name or to express beautiful wishes.

The names of monsters are born with, some are etched on the demonic essence, some appear in prophecy, and some are waiting for the opportunity to fall at a certain moment of destiny.

It falls before their eyes and into their hearts.

Before meeting Xiaying, Jia Guheng had lived for 4,700 years in the world, but he never knew what he was called - this was a very rare situation even among monsters.

He never minded this when he was outside the territory, but when he arrived in Middle-earth, he immediately discovered that almost everyone here had a name, which greatly stimulated him.

At that time, Jia Guheng asked, Mr. Xia, now I have only me and no name, what should I do?

Xia Ying smiled and replied, "Whoever you like the name of the person in this world, just grab it."

For humans, the connection between spirit and name is not as close as that of monsters, but whenever a person is killed and his name is taken for himself, Jia Guheng feels a brief and peaceful happiness arise in his heart.

But after he had a name, he was not satisfied - because he soon discovered that these names could fall on paper. People in Middle Earth called them "character", and each character can be composed of words, each with deep meaning and exquisiteness.

However, he had never read a book and naturally could not solve these puzzles.

When Mr. Xia is free, he will explain the words for him, but when Mr. Xia is busy, he will not be able to disturb him again.

Many nights, Jia Guheng looked at his new name alone. He scratched his ears and heads, half-guessing and half-thinking, never knowing what to do.

One day, he had a sudden inspiration. Before killing someone, he would force the other party to explain what his name meant, thus avoiding a lot of trouble from now on.

He once caught a man named "Hongyi", and the other party told him that the Master said: A scholar must not be without Hongyi, and he has a long way to go... This is the morality of Confucianism.

Later, he caught a pair of brothers, one called "Pefeng" and the other called "Tunan".

Their names are even more interesting, saying that a giant Kun turned into a big repent, soaring upwards.

Ninety thousand miles away, then the wind is below, and then the wind is now cultivated;

Those who carry the blue sky and no one is born in the sky, and then they will be the one who is going to be in the south.

These beautiful people died one by one in his hands. He happily took countless names in the world with wishes for himself, sometimes changing the names for more than ten days, and sometimes changing the names a day.

Ten years have passed.
Chapter completed!