Ling Yu sat in the pavilion, ignoring the cold wind and the snow with a white head, just quietly tasting the fragrance of tea. The charcoal in the stove could not withstand the cold wind and had long since been extinguished. The cold snow will stop, the fragrant tea is getting colder, and in two quarters of an hour, Ling Yu drank three teas. When he looked up again, he saw that the setting sun had emerged from the thick clouds, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the earth, covering the ordinary world with a golden coat. Ling Yu walked outside the pavilion and looked into the distance towards the west, letting the golden light enter his eyes. At this time, his heart was extremely calm and unfazed. The power of water moved at will, wandering through his meridians.

Ling Yu looked back at the empty cup on the stone table and sighed softly, "Three cups of tea, but I seem to have drunk it for hundreds of years. In the past, I always naively thought that the road was under my feet, but now I finally understand that the Tao is in my heart. ”

Ling Yu walked out of the courtyard slowly, like a wise man who tasted all kinds of life, he wandered aimlessly around the village, playing with children and smiling at passers-by. He seems to be a passer-by in the world, passing through the world of others, and understanding the joys and sorrows of Hongchen. The old man's wise eyes and the child's innocent smile flashed in front of Ling Yu one by one, they were the smallest existence on this planet, but in Ling Yu's heart, they were not humble.

Today is the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, there is a saying in the northern region, after Laba is the new year, and today is the twenty-ninth year of the new year, according to the custom, it is the day of steaming steamed buns. Ling Yu walked down the street, smelling the aroma of noodles wafting from the villagers' homes, with a satisfied smile on her face. At this time, every house in the northern region put up lanterns, pasted window flowers, hung lanterns, and children set off firecrackers in groups, creating a festive atmosphere for the New Year.

When Ling Yu returned home, she found Mo Wanjun and Dong Xiuzhen cooking up. As they lifted the lid of the pot, a wave of heat flew out of the pot along with white gas.

"Boy, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and come over to help!" Hearing the footsteps coming from the courtyard gate, Ling Feng looked up and found that it was Ling Yu who had returned, he waved his hand at Ling Yu and shouted loudly.

It turned out that when Ling Yu walked out of the courtyard just now, Ling Feng knew that he had been successfully dismissed by himself. Therefore, the family no longer worried about Ling Yu's situation, but was busy killing chickens and sheep to prepare for tomorrow's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. Chinese New Year's Eve and New Year are the most important festivals in China, and the people of the Northern Regions attach great importance to family affection, so no matter how hard they work outside this year, they will rush home on Chinese New Year's Eve to have a reunion dinner with their parents and family. Maybe in this year, they have experienced a lot of unfairness and setbacks, but on Chinese New Year's Eve, they will leave those negative emotions in the past, and in the new year, they will treat them with a new look. People will also take advantage of the joy of the New Year to dust off their bad luck, smile at the future, and live bravely.

The family has a clear division of labor and performs its own duties. Dong Xiuzhen and Mo Wanjun are busy steaming steamed buns, indicating that the new year is booming. Ling Tianhao, Di Xun and Ling Chuan were cleaning up the newly killed pork and mutton, while Ling Feng was defeathering the three roosters that had just been slaughtered, and as for Xiao Hei and Wu Dao, because they couldn't do anything, they had to chop wood on the side. Although the people who lived in Ling Feng's house were all cultivators except for Ling Chuan and his wife, in order to avoid scaring them, everyone used the most primitive means to chop wood or kill chickens and sheep. At this time, Ling Yu came back, and Ling Feng instructed Ling Yu.

Ling Yu followed Ling Feng's line of sight to look into the courtyard, and found that the red word Fu had been pasted on the window lattice at some point, and the word Fu was upside down, indicating that the blessing had arrived. In the middle of the courtyard, a straight pine pole was inserted, on which hung a red lantern. The inside of the lantern is burned with the oil of a demon beast, and it is said that a fist-sized mass can burn for half a month.

"Stinky boy, lost your soul? What are you looking at! Why don't you come over and help? Ling Feng saw Ling Yu looking around, looking surprised, glared angrily, and said with a smile.

"Oh, here we are. Grandpa, when did these blessing characters and lanterns be hung up?" Ling Yu heard Ling Feng's order, hurriedly agreed, and hurriedly walked in front of Ling Feng, he squatted down and asked softly.

"The blessing word posted yesterday morning, the lantern hung in the afternoon. I said that your kid has not been enchanted recently, such a big lantern and blessing characters, I only saw it now!" Ling Feng sighed lightly, shook his head and said.

"Hey, hey!" Ling Yu touched her head and smiled awkwardly. At this time, he was not a cultivator, he was not the young hero who dominated the Northern Regions and looked at the Bai family and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect angrily, he was just an ordinary big boy.

By the time the family finished cleaning up, it was already dark, and after dinner, Ling Feng prepared pen and ink, while Di Xun raised his left hand and splashed ink to prepare Spring Festival couplets for the villagers. Don't look at Di Xun only has one arm, but the font he writes with his left hand is strong and powerful, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, quite the style of a generation of calligraphy masters.

"Old man, I really can't see that your handwriting is so beautiful!" Wu Dao watched from the sidelines, with a look of envy flashing in his eyes, he shook his head lightly, and said in sincere admiration.

"If it weren't for a broken arm, I wouldn't have practiced such words. After I broke my arm, I was disheartened for a while, and I borrowed wine every day to drown my sorrows, and my temper became more and more irritable. Later, a Buddhist master explained me and asked me to try to practice calligraphy with my left hand. In fact, he just wanted me to divert my attention at first, but he didn't expect that I would actually realize the meaning of the rest of my life from practicing calligraphy. As a result, I became more and more interested in practicing calligraphy, which is decades in a wave. Di Xun raised his head and looked at the dozens of couplets hanging in front of him waiting for the ink to dry, a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes, and he sighed softly.

Early the next morning, Ling Yu took Wu Dao and Xiao Hei to send the couplet written by Di Xun door to door. And Di Xun and Ling Feng worked for Dong Xiuzhen and Mo Wanjun to prepare the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

The Chinese New Year is a very tiring thing for the people of China, but people enjoy it. Children eat sweets and set off firecrackers in groups at the entrance of the village, while adults prepare food at home. Passers-by laughed and cursed while hiding from the firecrackers that were about to explode, and the children scattered, and the children's voices came from afar and dispersed into the village, adding a touch of New Year's Flavor to the festive Chinese New Year's Eve.

When Ling Yu and the three of them sent the Spring Festival couplets to their homes, it was almost noon. When the three of them returned home, they found that the food had been put on the table, and the aroma of twelve delicious dishes was puffing people's taste buds. Ling Chuan's wife was also helped by Mo Wanjun to the table, although she couldn't walk around for a long time, there was no problem with the time of a meal. Speaking of which, this is thanks to Mr., if it weren't for the magic elixir he gave to Ling Chuan's wife, I'm afraid she would still be paralyzed in bed now. A large family sat around the table and pushed cups and changed lamps, feasting.

After everyone had eaten lunch and rested for two hours, they began to prepare supper again. The dinner of the Chinese New Year's Eve is generally not eaten until midnight, indicating the farewell of the old and the welcome of the new. Many elders were worried that the children would be hungry in the middle of the journey, so they took out fried melon seeds, peanuts and many dried fruits and let them eat them as snacks.

On the Chinese mainland, dumplings are generally eaten at Chinese New Year's Eve, and the people's lives are very poor, and the shape of dumplings is like an ingot, symbolizing the wealth of the new year. Although the dumplings are small, they contain people's endless yearning for a better life. Many poor families can only eat dumplings during the New Year, so this Chinese New Year's Eve meal is of great significance.

It was also on this day that Wu Dao and Xiao Hei learned how to make dumplings. At midnight, when they watched their hand-wrapped dumplings tumbling in the pot, they all swallowed involuntarily.

After dinner, Ling Chuan and his wife went back to their room to rest. Mo Wanjun and Dong Xiuzhen also went back early because they had been busy all day. After the four left, only six people were left in the room, who were slightly drunk.

"Xiaoyu, you are not young anymore, I decided to tell you about the time you were born. Ling Feng looked at his grandson, who was already much taller than himself, sighed, and said softly.

"Isn't it a Heavenly Inheritance? I know, you've mentioned it to me before. Ling Yu looked up at Ling Feng, thinking that his grandfather had drunk too much, he waved his hand and reminded with a smile.

"Alas, the Heavenly Inheritance is not as simple as you think. Seeing Ling Yu's indifferent attitude, Ling Feng shook his head and said with a straight face. Then he walked to the window and looked at the sky with a sad face.

After pondering for a long time, Ling Feng seemed to have made up his mind, turned his head to Ling Yu and said, "When you were born, there was thunder in winter, purple lightning rushed into the sky, and many demon beasts that had been cultivating for ten thousand years seemed to feel something, and they rushed to the Northern Regions one after another. Moreover, when you fell to the ground, your body was filled with Hongmeng purple qi. You must know that Hongmeng Purple Qi is the Qi of Heaven and Earth before the opening of the heavens, and with just one wisp, it can make mortals who do not know how to cultivate immortal and obtain an immortal body. From that moment on, we knew that you belonged to the spiritual world, and that you were destined to be a cultivator in this life. It stands to reason that you are a person with Hongmeng purple qi and a person of heavenly inheritance, and we should be happy for you, but in today's Huaxia, the heavenly inheritance is a disaster for you!"

After Ling Feng finished speaking, he sat back on the wooden chair, his fingers tapped on the tabletop, and he was silent for a long time.

"Oh, my grandfather, you can just say half of what you say!What kind of disaster?What kind of disaster will there be in the Heavenly Inheritance!" Xiao Hei saw that Ling Feng was silent, scratched his ears and cheeks in a hurry, and asked eagerly.

"Grandpa Ling is worried that Xiao Yu will disappear inexplicably, just like those who have been inherited by heaven before. Wu Dao remembered a rumor he had heard before and said to Xiao Hei.

"Missing?what's going on?Why did you disappear?" Hearing Wu Dao's words, Ling Yu and Xiao Hei were stunned, they could see from Wu Dao and Ling Feng's expressions that I was afraid that this matter was not simple.

"It is rumored that all the people of the Heavenly Inheritance will disappear inexplicably at the end of the Supreme Realm, and from the signs of their disappearance, it looks as if they have been taken captive. However, with their cultivation, who could take them captive? Even if the people who fought against them were highly cultivated, they would not make no noise at all! It was precisely because of this that it seemed very strange. Wu Dao pondered.

"And, at the time of your birth, something else happened. Ling Feng paused and continued, "When you were born, nine lightning bolts fell on the earth, but only three lightning bolts landed here. The remaining six lightning bolts were all led to the extreme north by people with great mana, and if I guessed correctly, those six lightning bolts should have thunderbolted towards Mizusawa Divine City. As for whether the gentleman is deliberately covering it for you, or if the mysterious wooden box is defending you, I don't know. Ling Feng recalled the scene when Ling Yu was born, and said in a deep voice.

"Wooden box?sir?could it be that all this was premeditated?" Ling Yu heard Ling Feng's words, stroked his earlobe, and fell into deep thought.