Chapter 125 Xuehua will begin

When the army marched silently in the rare flying snow in the southeast, when the beacon fire and wolf smoke were lit everywhere on the land of Kyushu, Xianyang was already covered in silver, and the white and flawless snowflakes covered the heavy and oppressive Xianyang City, which also added a bit of indifference and tranquility. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And under the quiet snow white, there is a fiery dark tide surging, and there are many more faces coming and going in the smoke and rain building than before. Those who can live and eat in Yanyulou are either rich or expensive, and politeness is the most basic requirement, but the same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, even if they are from the same class background, and there are countless personalities, but most of the new faces look cold, or indifferent, obviously not how prominent the family background is, but they all have an inexplicable arrogance, and they always feel superior. But there is a very obvious class in the face, and all kinds of visions naturally attract the attention of many people, including the shopkeeper of Yanyu Building, He Lu.

He Lu sensed the restless undercurrent in the air with her keen sense of smell, and secretly raised her vigilance, but she was not so flustered, because the backbone of the Yanyu Building, their goddess Miss Ziyan, was in the building, and there was such a Dinghai God Needle, He Lu was not worried about what would happen. Moreover, He Lu had already guessed that the reason why their goddess came to the center of this storm at this sensitive time was probably inseparable from this undercurrent.

He Lu is a person who knows how to advance and retreat, although she guessed some clues, but she didn't say anything, but asked Ziyan for the vision in the building. Ziyan only smiled faintly when she learned about it, she naturally knew what He Lu's scruples were, and her sensibility made Ziyan very satisfied.

The people who come and go in the building are naturally the major hermit families and scattered cultivators, and their arrival is an important step in Ziyan's plan, Ziyan didn't deliberately reveal anything, but no one is a fool, Ziyan's previous deeds are just the performance of a cultivator with advanced cultivation.

Although the world of cultivators is magical, it is also simple or primitive on a certain level, they even worship the strong more than the army, and they believe in the strong and the strong, and they have an obvious standard, that is, the level of cultivation, and the simplest way to measure it is the strength of spiritual power. Of course, what they compare is only saving the spiritual power in the lower dantian, with the current level, they can only understand a small part of the magic of the middle dantian dao palace, as for the upper dantian to know the sea? They haven't touched the edge of the sea yet.

Ziyan's sea of consciousness is powerful, and his cultivation speed is extremely fast, although it has only accumulated in a few months, it is already worth decades of penance by others. When Ziyan realized this, she was honestly startled herself, and then she guessed that this might be one of the reasons why she crossed over, but the accident did not affect Ziyan to use this miraculous cultivation to make a name for herself among cultivators and accumulate abundant capital for herself.

This is not difficult to understand, although most of the cultivators do not have particularly prominent families, they are not short of money to spend with such a magical skill. At this time, there was no ascetic way of practice, and the power of cultivation was not so great that it could easily change the direction of the world, so the vast majority of practitioners did not abuse themselves and pursued a better quality of life, which was the driving force for their practice. The purpose of coming to Xianyang to participate in the Xuehua Expo is to make a name for themselves, so they will not treat themselves badly. And Yanyulou is the best restaurant inn in Xianyang, so it is normal for cultivators to flock to Yanyulou.

And in the Yanyu Building, where the monks from all directions gather, there is just such a master whose cultivation is overwhelming, and his actions cannot be called low-key, and it is difficult to become famous. What's more, Ziyan from later generations is well versed in the way of hype, building momentum, giving grace, spending money skillfully and sufficiently, enough for many people to be grateful for Ziyan's kindness, and at the same time not feeling that oppression and charity hurt self-esteem, he is grateful for Ziyan's great kindness, and he has psychologically surrendered to Ziyan. Not to mention anything else, the cultivators who live in Yanyu Building now have at least one-tenth of the room money paid by Ziyan, and at least twenty percent of the people have the bulk of their food and clothing with Ziyan stickers.

Therefore, after living in Xianyang for a month, Ziyan's reputation and prestige have caught up with the old hidden family, and the attitude of a rising star is in the limelight! Even if it is the young master of other hidden families who have become famous at a young age, even if they have been famous for a long time, the popularity they have accumulated for many years is not as good as Ziyan! Of course, there are good and bad, and the consequence of acting in a high-profile manner is that Ziyan has attracted countless followers and ...... for himself Wild bee wave butterfly. Now, at the Xuehua Meeting, Ziyan has also become one of the three people with the highest call to win the championship.

The snow is getting heavier day by day, and there are countless homeless civilians in Xianyang City who have been crushed by the heavy snow, and there are more and more people in the slave market who sell their children, daughters, wives and wives just for a way to live, but the mediocre government is still a voice of praise for virtue, and the high-ranking officials and lords are still the smell of Zhumen's wine and meat, and they don't know that there are starving bones on the road, but they don't know that hundreds of desperate innocent people will disappear in Xianyang City every day. The court didn't know, and even if they knew, they wouldn't care. In fact, they should thank these people for leaving, because most of the people who really can't survive have left, and the public security in Xianyang has suddenly improved a lot, and there are a lot fewer things to force the people to become bandits. At least at the feet of the Son of Heaven, it is unlikely that there will be a tragedy of changing children and eating them.

In such a last night of the end of the Celestial Empire, the last night of the Celestial Empire, the extravagance, the decaying corpses, the mourning and the bloodshed, the last night of 209 BC arrived.

The Yanyu Building is full of tourists, and He Lu is very shrewd in putting on a feast to entertain the cultivators who miss their relatives every festival. At this time, the cultivator is not like the cultivation of the novel to travel alone, although the practice will affect the lifespan, but in fact, the degree of impact is not large, it is unlikely that there will be the kind of situation that has lived for hundreds of years and all relatives and friends have died and left only themselves, so the general atmosphere among the cultivators is still very deep in the attachment to the family, so there is a homesickness in the smoke and rain building.

Under the sadness of homesickness, there is an alternative fiery atmosphere, because on the first day of 208 BC, that is, the first day of the second year of Qin II, it is the beginning of the Xuehua Meeting! Many cultivators left their hometowns and gathered in Xianyang on the occasion of this reunion, waiting for the Xuehua Society, an opportunity to make a name for themselves and change their fate!

Tonight, most of the people in Yanyulou have been sleepless all night, and the excited nerves have expelled the sleepiness, and no one has fallen asleep.

However, there are exceptions, in the purple smoke room, which used to be lively every festival, it was quiet, and the sound of deep and shallow breathing echoed in the ears, hiding the hustle and bustle of the place into a peace.

On the first day of the new year, the snow finally stopped, and when the first golden rays of sunlight descended from the east to render the snow into a dazzling and hazy Phnom Penh like a fairyland on earth, Ziyan opened her eyes.

The Seekhua Club has begun!