There was a light rain in the sky, and looking at Qiantang Lake from Chenghuang Mountain, it was misty and misty, as if in a painting.

The gates of the City God's Pavilion were closed.

Yuan Tianlang had been kneeling outside the door for a day and a night.

No matter how high the kung fu is, it can't withstand a long time of tossing. If it were placed in normal times, such a drizzle would not have fallen on him at all. But by now, he was soaking wet.

The rain trickled down his cheeks and formed a curtain of rain on his chin. He opened his mouth, and the rain poured into his mouth.

"Master!" rolled in his throat, making a muddy sound.

Still no one opened the door for him.

Finally, he couldn't stop crying. Tears mixed with rain, and he tasted the bitterness of saltiness.

He was once a generation of Tianjiao, the genius of the Yuan family, and had an infinite future. It's just because of a big change in the Yuan family, and now there is nowhere to go, even the master, who is as close as his father, is turned away.

Yuan Tianlang couldn't figure out why it became like this.

He was not interested in family feuds and never got involved in business.

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The Yuan family is a big family, and some people do things.

He once thought that a family like the Yuan family would stand there forever like giants.

Unexpectedly, once it collapsed, it collapsed, and there was nothing left.

"Master!" Yuan Tianlang shouted hoarsely with the last of his strength, "Let me go in! I am willing to accompany Master, and from now on I will not be able to go out of retreat, and I will never get into trouble again!"

The rain was heavier again, icy and cold, and it seemed to be carrying snow particles.

The gates of the City God's Pavilion opened, and there was no one.

"Master!" Yuan Tianlang raised his head in surprise.

A long sigh came from the dark door.

"Let's go, I can't protect you here. ”

"Master!" Yuan Tianlang was shocked, and crawled forward a few steps on his knees, wanting to climb into the door.

A gust of wind blew and the door slammed shut.

Yuan Tianlang bumped into him head-on, and his nosebleeds and tears were all printed on the door.

The moment the door closed, he heard the voice of the master who remained in the wind:

"Go to Tianzhu Temple and find Zhiren. In Qiantang, it is the only place that can save your life. Let's go......"

Yuan Tianlang looked at the gate of the City God Pavilion, kowtowed respectfully three times, and then stood up and looked in the direction of Qiantang Lake.

There is mist and rain, and the undulating ridgeline can be faintly seen, like a long dragon swimming in the clouds.

……

The rain stopped and snow fell into the sky.

At first, it was like a grain of salt, and gradually it was like a velvet flower, and then it turned into goose feathers, flying all over the sky.

On the uphill path of Tianzhu Mountain on the west side of Qiantang Lake, a figure staggered, walking alone in a snowy white.

At the end of the road, there is a temple that is not magnificent, and the words "Shangtianzhu" are written on the door.

The man knelt on the stone steps and knocked on the door with his head.

A monk came to open the door and saw him, with a hint of compassion in his eyes.

"Whoever asks to inform Master Zhiren, I want to become a monk, please take it in. Said the man kneeling in front of the doorway.

The monk asked, "Do you have a name?"

The man said, "When you come, you will be gone." ”

The monk asked again, "Do you have any relatives?"

The man said, "There was, but now it is gone." ”

The monk asked again, "Have you practiced martial arts?"

The man's shoulders trembled, and a hint of hesitation and reluctance flashed across his face.

After a long while, it seemed that he had finally made up his mind and said, "I used to practice, but now I have forgotten." ”

The monk nodded and said, "As soon as you enter this door, there is no red dust in your eyes, can you be willing to do it?"

The man said, "Yes." ”

The monk said, "Okay, come with me." ”

The man stood up and followed the monk in.

The door slammed behind him, shutting the wind and snow out of the door, and also closing the red dust out of the door.

……

Hecheng hasn't had such a big snow in years.

"Ruixue Trillion Year!"

Looking at the white expanse, Lin Shangyi, who was in a wheelchair, exhaled comfortably.

A white mist was left in the air, which quickly dissipated.

Li Muchen didn't feel much about the heavy snow. Compared to the snow on the Kunlun Mountains, this snow is nothing.

It's just that the people here seem to have a special affection for snow, and no matter how cold it is, how difficult it is to walk on the frozen roads, people still rejoice.

And in this cold air, there is also a bit of joy and popularity, as if the more it snows, the more it smells of the world.

In contrast, although the snow in Kunlun is large and thick, it is lonely and cold, and ruthless.

Li Muchen said that he didn't know what he preferred.

But seeing Lin Shangyi so happy, his mood was also good.

Lin Manqing pushed the wheelchair, and Li Muchen walked side by side with her.

Now they are officially unmarried couples, and they have also become a good story in the upper class society of Nanjiang.

Lin Shangyi listened to the harmonious footsteps of the two people side by side behind him, and he was happy, so he had the emotion of "Ruixue Trillion Year".

In fact, for the Lin family, this year can really be regarded as a bumper year.

The Yuan family has fallen, and the Lin family has fought back in a desperate situation and re-emerged. This rise suddenly squeezed into the ranks of Nanjiang's top giants.

Those who came to visit Yuan's house, talked about business, climbed relatives, and talked about matchmaking, since the end of the martial arts conference, they have never stopped, until the bottom of their feet this year.

It's the Chinese New Year's Eve, and there are still people who come to give gifts in the morning. It wasn't until the afternoon that it was a little quieter.

Li Muchen originally wanted to spend the New Year in Wutongju, because there were also many people there.

But he knew that this was Lin Shangyi's last year. Lin Manqing must accompany him, and he and Manqing are engaged, so naturally they must accompany him.

So he discussed with Manqing, and asked for the opinions of his future parents-in-law, so he simply took the people from Wutongju and Jianghu Restaurant to the Lin family for the New Year.

Anyway, the Lin family is big enough, no matter how many people can pretend to be.

Yan Huimin said that only when there are more people can it be lively, and it looks like a good year.

So she simply called the people from the Lao Yan family.

The main reason is that the old Yan family experienced the last incident, and the people were a lot weaker, so they gave birth to the old man and the strict family.

On the night of the twenty-ninth year, Li Muchen gave Lin Shangyi a few special pills.

Lin Shangyi, who was already bedridden, suddenly changed his complexion and got out of bed happily. Originally, he had to go by himself, but at Li Muchen's suggestion and Lin Manqing's insistence, he took a wheelchair.

The wheelchair walked through the garden and advanced into the central villa. People gathered there and took turns to pay New Year's greetings to Lin Shangyi.

Lin Shangyi happily took out the red envelopes prepared in advance and gave them to the juniors one by one.

The most tired thing on this day was the cook of the Lin family, who used 120% of his skills and made several tables of big dishes, as if setting up a banquet.

At the main table, Lin Shangyi sat in the middle.

On one side of him sat Old Man Yan, and on the other side there was an empty seat, but the wine glass was full of wine.

That's for Lin Cicada.

Every time Lin Shangyi drank a glass of wine, he had to pour the glass of wine next to him to the ground, and then pour another glass.