Every winter day is the season when the days are short and the nights are long.

When the east and west markets opened, the sky was only bright, and the bleak winter wind made everyone on the street hurry.

The hawkers along the street would wrap up the thickest cotton clothes, which might be tattered, with holes the size of children's fists on them, and the wind poured into them.

Relatively speaking, the shopkeepers with shops are much happier, they get up early to uncover the doors of the shops, greet the familiar vendors, and talk about the cold of this winter.

It's probably been a few days, even the snow has fallen, and business is about to stop.

The street vendor said.

It is also a blessing to go home and rest. I'm afraid that our store will not end until the end of the year.

With his hands in his sleeves, the guys in the shop were amazed.

This is also something that can't be helped, and there are fewer people who are willing to come to the street to buy things, if something goes wrong with the freeze, it is another money to grab medicine, so it is better to go home and enjoy a leisure.

The night has not yet dissipated, and even in some backlit places, it is still thick as ink, making people feel the slightest warmth.

If it's cold, go inside and drink water, not to mention the rest, this little hot water can still afford you.

The guy in the shop said with a smile.

In the shops along the street, the bright lights were lit up one after another.

Of course, there are also some shops that practice frugality, and spend every morning in the dark, and wait until the sun rises to enjoy the light......

Unless you can sit on the ground and travel 80,000 miles a day, it will be for the human beings on the earth. This kind of thing can never be changed.

Even cultivators can't change this pattern that has been precipitated for trillions of years.

The appearance of Yuetian Pavilion bathed in the winter morning sun is very beautiful, and the original layers of pavilions are towering. At this time, a more slender shadow was illuminated, stretching far away.

The tip of the shadow had gone beyond the confines of the sect courtyard to the courtyard of an ordinary people's house. In this yard, the children who could just walk were playing in the patio, and at this time they looked curiously at the slender and slender shadow, and they didn't know why. The two little feet curiously moved to the top, stepped on it hard, and giggled.

He took advantage of his mother's lack of attention to run out of the house. At this time, he was naturally discovered by the adults, and he was startled, and hurriedly hugged him back to the house, and a few words of reprimand were indispensable. It's a very cold day. If you catch a cold, how can you get sick? reprimanded. That's probably what they said.

The building itself of Yuetian Pavilion glows with a faint golden light in the morning glow, and half of the entire building is shrouded in fine and dense manner, as if it is covered with a coat, which is eye-catching.

This is indeed one of the tallest buildings in Jiankang City, much higher than the palace walls, in fact, according to the rules, it has long been transgressed. But Yuetian Pavilion has been built for almost a hundred years, whether it is a cultivator or those stubborn ministers in the court. All seem to have forgotten the existence of such a violation, and no one has ever been because of its height. And to Yuetian Pavilion and Congzong Yuan to cover a hat of "peeping into the inner hall".

I have to say, this is a magical enough thing.

Of course, there are more magical things in Yuetian Pavilion, and naturally there is more than this.

Dawn slowly poured in through the window. In winter, the windows are closed very tightly, so even the penetration of sunlight gradually becomes slow, like morning glories climbing slowly on the wall, and it seems that until next year, it will be difficult to spread the light throughout the Yuetian Pavilion.

It's a quiet place, and the oblique light reflects the fine dust in the air, and although it is not dazzling, it is beautiful to sigh and calm.

Yanagawa has spent enough time in such a world that his heart has always been quiet, and his personality has gradually become pampered.

Of course, this is also due to the fact that he is a willow tree himself. Where is the weak willow supporting the wind, where does it come from too much magnificent thunder color.

Liuchuan, who was so quiet and gentle, had been quiet in this Yuetian Pavilion for many years, so it became more and more quiet.

His mood had rarely fluctuated, and apart from the sadness and sympathy that had crossed his heart when he saw the lost and hesitant eyes of those teenagers, he had not experienced anything else in his emotions for a long, long time.

Materialized and cultivated, Yanagawa's experience of emotions was originally inferior to that of humans, let alone so many years of quietness.

But it was at this time, when the morning light was faint and the morning and dusk were divided, Liu Chuan's heart almost beat violently, making him taste a feeling that he had not seen for a long time.

Yanagawa recalled it carefully, and this feeling seemed to be called excitement, and it seemed to be called excitement.

Yanagawa began to realize his trembling. It's a subconscious trembling, not being blown by the wind or being shaken by birds, but a feeling that can only be felt as a human being.

He found that his hands and feet were starting to get cold, and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest, and it was difficult to calm down.

He hadn't experienced that feeling in years. Yanagawa carefully recalled, the most recent time, was when he met the old man.

So, he panicked a little.

The boy didn't feel the same way, he was just doing simple things and saying something kind to others.

To tell the truth, this kind of act of being kind to others was a little unfamiliar to the young man, but he felt that he should do it, so he forced himself to say these things a little stiffly.

But he gradually discovered Liu Chuan's strangeness, Xu Zhefeng was puzzled, he thought that he was wrong in what he said, so he stopped.

"I, my name is Xu Zhefeng, dare to ask...... Mr. Gao's surname? Xu Zhefeng thought about it, and suddenly found that he had said so many things to the other party, and he hadn't even reported his name, which must be a very rude thing, and he couldn't complain that the other party would be angry.

Xu Zhefeng scolded himself in his heart, and hurriedly slammed Liu Chuan to the ground.

Liu Chuan's complexion changed a little complicated, he could hardly believe the scene in front of him, so he sometimes smiled, sometimes frowned in confusion, and sometimes fell into deep thought and shock, his expression changed extremely frequently, so it looked extremely funny.

Xu Zhefeng thought that he had done something wrong, and frowned.

The boy who walked out of the gutter alley, in addition to fighting bravely with others, actually didn't know much, and the number of etiquette he knew was even rarer.

Xu Zhefeng is such a young man, he has a heart that he can change his mistakes, but now he has no idea where he did wrong, so he can cause such a reaction from the other party.

Xu Zhefeng was very incomprehensible, and when it was incomprehensible to the extreme, it became annoyed.

He didn't like this feeling, so he sneered, stopped paying attention to Liu Chuan, and sat down again, reading the book.

He was reading Fu Seal's book.

From the very beginning to the present, all he has read is Fu Seal's books.

Xu Zhefeng may be the youngest boy who came out of the bottom, but he is still a smart teenager. His idea is very direct, since he is very talented in the Fu Seal, then just start from the road of the Fu Seal.

Time was pressing, and he didn't have time to try many things.

Just like Xie Xiaoman was shrouded in the shadow of death, what Xu Zhefeng suppressed him was about Guo Pu. The law of the bottom world is actually very simple, there is revenge and revenge, there is kindness and gratitude, and that's it.

Xu Zhefeng wants to return this life to Guo Pu, such a simple, direct and crude method, but he has not been able to put it into practice.

So Xu Zhefeng was in a hurry.

Really anxious.

One day and one night, plus this morning, he had memorized more than thirty complete drawings of the talisman seals.

Because of the limitations on the first floor of the Yuetian Pavilion, these talismans may not seem very powerful, most of them are only primary talismans similar to the first fire talismans, but the number has already explained a lot of problems.

Just like Xie Xiaoman, until now, he has also firmly mastered the painting of more than a dozen talisman seals, and in this regard, Xu Zhefeng has surpassed her through only one day and one night's efforts.

This is already a strong enough strength. The more runes and seals you have, the more ingenious your methods of dealing with enemies will become, and you will no longer be as single as Xie Xiaoman.

But Xu Zhefeng was not satisfied, he understood a truth, the Fu Seal is like a martial arts move, the depth of cultivation and the accumulation of aura are the decisive factors that determine how many martial arts moves he can release at one time.

Although the rune seal is different from other battle methods, you can rely on the accumulation of ordinary times to draw a formed rune seal to preserve. However, Xu Zhefeng, who started from the bottom of the gangster, understands that in many cases, what really determines life and death is not whether a person's preparation is sufficient, but the performance on the spot.

No matter how many runes are prepared, if they can't be released, no matter how many runes are all blank sheets of paper, the effect is no different from the straw paper used to make the gong.

Only the four words of improvisation are the real king.

Xu Zhefeng's arrangement was very clear, he was going to learn all the talismans on the first floor of the Yuetian Pavilion first, and then specialize in the cultivation of aura.

The latter may be difficult, but it is also something he has to go through. Otherwise, not to mention anything else, just because of the restriction of aura cultivation, he would have already missed out on the other floors of Yuetian Pavilion.

For Xu Zhefeng, only cultivation is the most important thing, and everything else is dispensable.

Just like the person in front of him, he doesn't know which tendon is wrong, so he has to stand in front of him and observe himself like this, it's really inexplicable.

I've tried my best to show goodwill, but you're still doing it. Then don't blame your grandfather, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!

Thinking like this, Xu Zhefeng's heart became more and more indifferent, and he refocused on the top of the Fu Seal.

"Why didn't you forget?"

Finally, the man's expression, which had changed hundreds of times, opened his mouth.

Xu Zhefeng ignored him.

"Tell me, why didn't you forget!"

Liu Chuan stepped forward, directly grabbed Xu Zhefeng's collar, pulled him up from the squatting position, and looked at him at eye level, looking at each other.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Xu Zhefeng was a little annoyed. (To be continued......)