"It's been another hundred days, why haven't you woken up yet, will there be a problem?"

In the second hundred days, the Iron City Lord had not woken up.

The snowflakes outside the window drifted all night, and Chang'an was covered with layers of thick quilts.

As in previous years, the inner courtyard of the one-collared green shirt did not sweep a path in the snow, let alone leave any traces on the snow.

On the stove, the water vapor in the kettle steamed up and landed on the wall of the stove, making a poignant snort.

Shan Xi listened to the movement of snowflakes outside the window, and didn't hear what Meng Xiaojiang said at all.

The city lord lay quietly on the hot kang, with a few small beads of sweat on his forehead and chapped lips.

On the side of the hot kang, the water in the jug was just added last night, and at this time there was only one-fifth of the water level left.

"Master is about to leave the customs, you prepare, is the snow water on the plum tree enough?"

Yamaki instructed.

After the winter, Yusheng's master and apprentice began to fast, and only drank a small amount of weak tea boiled with snow water every day, and Zhao Yuanju only drank a cup of clear water every day when he came back from Tiecheng, and only drank half a cup of snow-melted water.

The snow fell quietly, and Meng Xiaojiang came to the plum tree with the clay pot in his arms.

On the plum tree, snowflakes are piled up into white eyebrows.

This old plum tree has not bloomed for two consecutive years, and this winter can still only see dry branches, Meng Xiaojiang really doesn't know if he can see new leaves in spring.

The clay pot was quickly filled, and the plum trees were soon refilled with new white plums.

......

Most of the continent is covered in snowflakes.

I don't know if it's too cold, and there are very few people watching the snow.

Princess Daodao has now been able to successfully escape from Jin Buhuan's "guard", and she went to Jianfu Temple first.

The old Zen master was wearing only a thin coat to watch the snow in the bamboo forest, and she looked at the old Zen master in the snow outside the bamboo forest......

Now the little princess has become much calmer, she did not break the silence of the falling snow in the bamboo forest, and after signaling the little novice to leave, she also turned into a scenery in the snow.

Naturally, this scenery is also appreciated.

Meng Xiaojiang filled the four clay pots, climbed the old locust tree again, and added more people to the snow, he was naturally the happiest.

Green bamboo can cut the sun, and naturally it can also cut the chill of snowflakes.

The shadow of the bamboo in the snow is not visible to the eyes of ordinary cultivators, but the old Zen master can infer the movement of the underworld through the depth of the bamboo shadow in the snow......

Compared with the slaughter of the abyss, the snow scene of Chang'an is much more tactful.

The people in this picture understand that this euphemism and gentleness is always accompanied by ghosts of all sizes, which live in everyone's heart, control the order of the world, and cannot escape the fate of being controlled by order.

The old Zen master saw the repeated scenes, and he became more and more fond of the straightforward slaughter of the underworld, and because of his love, he wanted to experience it for himself.

Right now, he needed a companion.

Waiting for others may be one of the things that the world is most unwilling to face, but the old Zen master enjoys it.

Princess Daodao couldn't understand this picture in the snow, but Meng Xiaojiang could read the old Zen master's mind through her sight.

The locust tree in the snow has more flavor than the bamboo shadow on the ground, but this is not what the old Zen master likes.

The picture outlined by the locust tree in the sky is more like the snow scene of Chang'an, gentle and complex, but the green bamboo is completely different.

Under the eaves stood Zhao Yuanyu, glanced at Meng Xiaojiang in winter clothes on the locust tree, and did not enter the picture in front of him, but fell his eyes on the flying snowflakes.

The breath of heaven and earth is so simple, it can be reached by reaching out, but Zhao Yuanyu can only stand under the eaves and watch from afar now.

......

When the snow water is boiled, a trace of white smoke is smoked.

Before tea, Yusheng, Zhao Yuanyu, the old Zen master and the princess of Taoism sat opposite each other.

Meng Xiaojiang was holding the tea bowl on the side, and served cups of clear soup to the four of them.

"It's not flavorful!"

The old Zen master raised the tea bowl to his lips and put it down.

"The snow in Chang'an is naturally not as good as the underworld, and this gentleness naturally has its wonders...... The old Zen master really wants to go over there?"

Yamaki drank a bowl alone, glanced at the soft falling snow outside the window and talked slowly.

Zhao Yuanxuan looked at the green in the courtyard and was silent.

Yu Sheng's mind was still only between his fingers, and at this time, his computing power was much slower than before, and the old Zen master wondered if it would have something to do with being injured by an iron worm.

The abyss is a picture that cannot be seen, and even in the southernmost Shanyang, there is only a pool of dead leaves and cold ice left in that pool of lotus flowers at this time.

That is the area that Yusheng and Zhao Yuanxuan will never want to touch, unless he is somewhere.

Thousands of miles of snow-capped mountains are not as intoxicating as a wisp of spring.

Zhao Yuanyu was in it, drunk in it, even if a tree of white eyebrows fell to the ground, he did not forget his original intention.

The beauty of this is naturally beyond the reach of the old Zen master.

Princess Daodao followed Zhao Yuanyu's line of sight and glanced at the two green bamboos in the courtyard, and sighed in her heart:

"Looking at the snow like spring, the immortal master is really different from ordinary people, so much so that he doesn't look like a cultivator......"

The old Zen master also set his eyes on the two green bamboos.

The two green bamboos were fatter than the green bamboos in his temple, isolated in the snow, as if they had the air of penetrating heaven and earth, and they were incompatible with the surroundings.

"After all these years, you still ...... like this"

The old Zen master looked at Zhao Yuanyu and smiled.

"It's more annoying than before, so I don't like the chill very much. It makes people sober, but sobriety doesn't necessarily make people see everything......"

Zhao Yuanju pointed to the white smoke rising from the tea bowl and said:

"It's like this, it's the best. ”

"That's all there is to practice?"

Dao Dao's casual words made Zhao Yuanyu suddenly wake up.

He has never been able to get out of the clouds all these years, and he just doesn't understand what she said.

Zhao Yuanyu got up and threw the tea bowl in his hand on the ground, ignoring the fragments and the other four people, and stood in the snow in an instant.

The sound of the tea bowl breaking also woke Meng Xiaojiang up, and he fell into his knees on the spot.

"Do you have to find a partner over there?"

Princess Daodao asked puzzled.

"It's cold and dangerous over there...... Cultivation is as you say, but that's it, and people are just like that......"

The old Zen master said bluntly.

A smile appeared on Princess Daodao's face, she was thinking that if every cultivator was like an immortal master and an old Zen master, the cultivation world would not be so cold.

Hearing Daodao's straightforward question, Yu Sheng turned his head and glanced at Zhao Yuanyu in the snow.

"I was going with a Zen master!"

Zhao Yuanyu, who had not spoken, felt Yusheng's gaze and suddenly spoke.

The snow has not stopped, the tea has stopped, and the people go to the tea room empty.

Meng Xiaojiang broke through in a cold wind blowing in from the window, and when he opened his eyes, he glanced at the locust tree in the snow.

"It's beautiful!"

"Let's go after the snow stops, are you going?" Yamaki came in from outside, and Yusheng in the snow was gone, and there was not a single footprint on the snow.

"The old Zen master is not waiting for a childe. ”

Zhao Yuanxuan just wanted to go over there for Yusheng to have a look, and he didn't have much hope, but it was worth taking a look.

......

The wooden door slowly closed, and Zhao Yuanju stood under the eaves.

"Master, why don't you persuade Aunt Shi ......?"

The mountain hoped that the gray sky would not be persuaded, so he did not persuade, but he did not say so.

"The scenery is different over there......"

Meng Xiaojiang found that he couldn't understand the three of them more and more.