In the second half of the night, the sound of firecrackers could still be heard in the village, Liu Buyi slowly lifted the chair to the table and put it down, and a light snow began to fall outside the door, like the ashes after the fireworks fell.

Xia Yi was full of wine and food, went out, and before leaving, he looked back at Liu Buyi with a careful look, "If you have a chance, go to Daxia to have a look!"

Liu Buyi turned his head to look at the man who had turned around and disappeared into the wind and snow, and always felt that this man's words had a lot of meanings, Liu Buyi had thoughts in his eyes, and did not answer, but nodded at the back in the wind and snow.

In front of the cliff listening to the tide monument, a young man's body was gradually wrapped in snowflakes, he was sitting in front of the stele at the moment, his fingers collided with the sword trick, behind him, you could see a golden sword shadow floating and sinking, as if something was about to condense and form.

On the cliff listening to the tide monument, an old man shook his black-gray robe at this moment, shaking endless snowflakes, the old man squinted at his disciple, his eyes were full of relief, and he looked up to the north, and the end of his line of sight fell in the dark starry sky.

"At the end of the year, a hundred flowers bloom like spring!" the old man muttered in a low voice, and then sat down with his eyes closed.

In the depths of the apricot forest, the same pair of master and apprentice, at this moment the disciple was snoring under the black big ding, with saliva on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly, while the master was sitting cross-legged on top of the big ding, his eyes were deep and looking in a certain direction outside the apricot forest, there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and he didn't move in the end.

At the archway of Shimizu Village, an old man and a young man sat cross-legged under the big pillar, and two people walked past them at this moment.

The young man with a look of concern on his face looked at the pair of masters and apprentices under the big pillar, with a hint of sympathy, and after not saying anything, he walked towards the village with an old man beside him.

"Lao Huang, do you need to practice so hard?" the young man was now far away, but he could still hear his muttering words.

"Young Master, you can't say that, it's someone else's business to practice like that, and we have no reason to deny others because of the comfort of our cultivation!" the old servant explained on the side.

"If I had been so naïve and had that virtue, I would have found a piece of tofu and killed me!" The young man was covered by the old servant at this moment, and the old servant looked back, but fortunately, the two masters and apprentices under the big pillar did not react at all.

Under the big locust tree, a green-haired young man came here again, accompanied by a middle-aged man.

The two of them stood under the big locust tree and looked at the big tree that was about to turn into a demon, with thoughts in their eyes.

"Master, the tree spirit of this old tree has not yet opened, is it really so valuable?" There was a hint of hesitation in the eyes of the green-haired young man, as a contemporary genius of the demon clan, he was still a little resistant to his master's proposal.

The middle-aged man nodded solemnly and said, "Do you know why this big tree is still ignorant after thousands of years?"

The green-haired young man shook his head, and with a cold expression on his face, he looked at his master with some curiosity.

"Because of this big tree, the place where it takes root is not simple!" The middle-aged man looked at the roots of the big tree, and could see the center of countless tree roots wrapped in a cloud of green light lying quietly inside.

"In the legend of the demon race, there is an artifact that can communicate with the netherworld, called the Death Stage, and the cultivator who gets this treasure can place his soul on the Death Platform, as long as the soul on the Death Platform is not extinguished, then it can basically be said that it is immortal!" said the middle-aged man faintly.

When the green-haired boy heard this, his face, which had not had much expression, was filled with a trace of horror at this moment.

"Master, you mean!" The green-haired young man looked at the root of the big tree, his cultivation was not as good as his own master, so he couldn't see much, but obviously since his own master said so, under this big locust tree, there must be a demon treasure rebirth platform.

"However, there is still a variable in this trip, that young man of the human race, with a trace of the breath of the death platform, I am afraid that he will be your biggest opponent!" the middle-aged man looked a little displeased.

"In that case, then I'll kill him!" The green-haired young man's face was cold again at this moment, and his murderous aura was undisguised.

"If it can really be solved like this, maybe the teacher won't have such a headache!" the middle-aged man did shake his head and said.

For middle-aged people, if they want to get the rebirth platform, this big locust tree will play a certain role, after all, the middle-aged people have already seen that the aura contained in the rebirth platform has been integrated with the big locust tree, and the middle-aged people thought of a very strange thing.

It has always been a secret that the artifact has a spirit, but at the moment, this big locust tree is conceived by the spiritual consciousness in the death platform, which is probably a once-in-a-millennium accident.

By now, this big locust tree is basically a part of the rebirth platform.

In the forbidden place of the Qian family, Qian Shutong was sitting next to an old man in red at this moment, staring at the sky Qian Shutong was in a daze, and the old man on the side stretched out his palm, touching his great-grandson's hair, with doting on his face.

"Ancestor, that green-haired boy will rob my baby?" Qian Shutong asked as he looked up at his ancestor.

Qian Rongqing, the ancestor of the Qian family, had a trace of thought in his green eyes on his childish face, and then looked at Qian Shutong and said: "This involves chance, and the ancestor can't guess it, but don't hesitate so much, since you have a wisp of the breath of the treasure, you must have the qualifications to compete, and the rich family will give you backing, don't be afraid!"

Qian Shutong heard the words of the ancestor and nodded, but after a while, Qian Shutong asked again: "Ancestor, my second brother really wants to be a monk?"

Qian Shutong learned the news from his father and mother a few days ago, you must know that for this matter, his mother, who has never cried, but he cried to death, if it wasn't for the ancestor to come forward, this matter really doesn't know how to be good.

"Defa has his own great opportunity, and now he has been favored by Master Shitian of Baoxiang Temple, and the future is limitless!"

"Being a monk can also be a great opportunity?" Qian Shutong said with some incomprehension.

In his opinion, after entering the empty door, the four are empty, what is the meaning of this life?

"That's why you kid can't enter the Buddha Gate!" The ancestor of the Qian family flicked his eldest great-grandson, and then said with emotion: "You know, standing behind the Baoxiang Temple is the largest Buddhist holy place in the Underworld, the Big Buddha Mountain, and this is one of the several supergiants in the cultivation world! Your younger brother will have a chance in the future and will prove the achievements of the Buddha before King Kong!"

Qian Shutong rubbed his somewhat hot head, and muttered in a low voice: "I still feel more sorry for my mother!"

"Silly boy, when you embark on the path of cultivation, you will know that the concern of red dust is the greatest karma!" Old Ancestor shook his head and turned to leave here.

Qian Shutong looked at the back of his ancestor, and then looked at the gurgling water outside the forbidden land, and there was a touch of firmness in the young man's eyes.

A courtyard of the Li family, the decoration is quite simple, even in this cold winter, the interior is still warm, and there are several pots of orchids on the antique wooden frame next to the wall.

The green orchid leaves, the meridians are straight, slender to the point, and at this moment a few tender green buds are quietly hanging on the branches, looking vibrant.

Not far away, a teenager was picking up a pen at the moment, intending to write something.

At this time, an old man pushed the door in, the old man's white hair was fluttering, he looked fairy-like, he rolled up his long sleeves, and sat on the chair by the table quite upright.

"Year of the Turtle, still writing!" the old man received a cup of tea, and then his eyes fell on the boy at the desk.

When Li Guinian saw the old man, he was about to get up and salute, but the old man did wave his hand and said, "There are no outsiders here, so you don't need to be so polite!"

A warm smile appeared on the young man's face, and his buttocks, which had been slightly raised, were slowly lowered again.

"Grandpa, why do you have such a heart to come and sit with me today?" Li Guinian looked at the old man with curiosity in his eyes.

"Yo, you kid don't welcome me?" the old man smiled, and then his eyes fell on the pots of orchids, with appreciation in his eyes.

"Yes, yes! These golden clematis plants have been taken good care of by you!" the old man came to the side of the flower pot and reached out to stroke the leaves of the orchid, as if he was arranging the hair of his precious daughter.

"It's not that I'm afraid that Grandpa will blame me!" Li Guinian said with a wry smile.

The old man's face was relieved, he took out a small red envelope from his arms, and walked to Li Guinian's table, "New Year's Day, you have to ask for money!"

Li Guinian looked at the square little red envelope in the old man's hand, and he was not polite, he took the red envelope easily, and then made a kowtow action, "Thank you, Grandpa! I wish Grandpa Tai good fortune and good health!"

"Okay!" The old man seemed to have come to listen to his own boy say these words, "I don't believe what others say, but I believe what you say in the Year of the Turtle!" After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and left.

However, when Li Guinian was looking at the red envelope, the old man killed a horse pistol, "Kowtow is not sincere, this is the New Year, don't you write an auspicious word to your grandfather?"

Li Guinian stared at the old man with a cold face, with a smile on his face, "That's!

Li Guinian, who thought about it for a while, moved the pen he originally lifted to a square red paper, this is a spring paper with golden particles on it, the paper itself is not special, but the golden particles that are very skillful, in the eyes of many Fu Dao masters, are golden aura, this one-foot square red paper is already a rare treasure.

The young Li Guinian holds the pen like a knife, with a bold axe, the pen walks the dragon and snake, a full and fat Fu word, jumping on the paper.

At the time of the final word, the orchid bud that was originally closed between it suddenly opened, and a trace of green spiritual rhyme seemed to be pulled into the Fu word, and the originally plain Fu word suddenly seemed to have spirituality, and there was ink on it slowly flowing.

When the old man saw this, he couldn't help but be even more happy, and he didn't wait for Li Guinian to speak, he directly pulled up the red paper, laughed and went out.

Li Guinian saw his grandfather like this, and couldn't help but purse his lips and snicker.

Falling words into symbols, and symbols into gathering spirits, this is the atmosphere that only the great masters of Fu Dao have, and the Li Guinian in front of him is only twelve years old! Therefore, in the old man's smile, there is more pride and relief.

On the other side, Liu Buyi, who had closed the door and was about to sleep, heard the sound of washing footsteps outside the door at this moment, and he was a little vigilant, so he sat up and wanted to observe what was going on outside.

However, just when Liu Buyi was about to get out of bed to take a look, Xia Yi's voice came from outside, "I remember to drink tonight, and I haven't prepared a New Year's gift for you yet, so I'll come back and prepare a gift for you, and you can open the door yourself tomorrow morning to see!"

When Liu Buyi heard this, he wanted to get up and watch it angrily, but Xia Yi's words came again, "Don't worry, it's not too late to get up tomorrow to watch!"

Liu Buyi heard this, thought about it for a while, and finally lay on the bed, ready to fall asleep, thinking that on the first day of the new year, he could receive a gift, which was also a very good thing.

With this beautiful thought, Liu Buyi slowly fell asleep.

In the dream, the fairy sister was sitting on the white jade bed at the moment, looking at him gently, "It's not easy, every year is Chinese New Year's Eve, every year is safe, happy New Year!"

Liu Buyi had a smile on his face, he bowed down to the fairy sister, and the fairy sister was a little stunned when she saw such a scene.

"Sister Fairy, my elders are no longer there, now you are my sister, worship the elders in the New Year, this worship, you don't have to be so surprised!" Liu Buyi got up and looked at the fairy sister, with excitement in his eyes.

When the fairy sister heard this, her stunned slowly disappeared, replaced by a strong sense of relief and warmth, the young man in front of her, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it!

"You are so distressed and sensible, I don't dare to let you go too far when I am a fairy sister in the future!"

"Why is this?" Liu Buyi said as he looked at the fairy sister.

"I'm afraid that if you cheat those little girls, you won't hurt the fairy sister in the future!" said the fairy sister with some jealousy.

"No! Sister Fairy, don't worry! No matter how far I go, I will always think about Sister Fairy!" Liu Buyi hurriedly explained.

Looking at Liu Buyi's anxious appearance, the fairy sister sneered, the ancients said: One smile is devoted to the heart, then the city is full of laughter, and the three smiles are devoted to the country!

When he woke up the next day, Liu Buyi pushed open the door and found a small red envelope slipping down, Liu Buyi picked it up, and immediately thought of the small gift prepared by Xia Yi.

On the first day of the first lunar month, the New Year is just right, and Liu Buyi, who has not received money for a long time, feels that this year has started a good year!