The night seems to be extraordinarily long.

From late night to dawn, in the eyes of many people, it is as long as a lifetime.

Among them, the strongest feeling is naturally the tortured little Taoist Daokong.

During this night, watching Lin Tian play with a demon pill in his hand, he wanted to ask for mercy more than once, asking Lin Tian to return the demon pill to Bai Suzhen.

But he knew that the two parties were trading voluntarily and fairly, and he had no reason or right to ask for it.

The performance of the little Taoist priest was seen by Lin Tiandu.

In fact, he knew that as long as the other party spoke, he would definitely return the demon pill.

However, no.

Daokong didn't speak, and he didn't know it.

......

When the day dawned, the chill of the snow was relieved by the clearing of the atmosphere, and when I woke up early in the morning, I could hear the sound of firecrackers everywhere.

It's Chinese New Year!

There are red charms pasted in front of every house, adults and children set off firecrackers, children carry the New Year's money given by the family in their pockets, and the other pocket is full of firecrackers, holding a dyed incense, calling friends to celebrate the arrival of the New Year, a joyful look.

No one knew that in the early hours of yesterday morning, a terrifying legend spanning seven million years had struck again since yesterday.

The Three Thousand Worlds, the Three Realms and the Six Realms will all recall the fear of their ancestors being dominated, and they will all recall the origin of their New Year from their blood and roots.

This kind of celebration lasted for a long time.

At a certain moment, an old man who was over the age of ten passed by the door of the demonic inn.

Seeing that there were no red charms, no mutilation of firecrackers, and no festive appearance, as if there was a demonic aura that was out of place with the surroundings, the old man couldn't help but shake his head.

"Young people nowadays, the traditions of our ancestors have been forgotten!"

The moment he shook his head, his eyes fell on the dead big willow tree opposite the demonic aura, seeing that the big willow tree had no longer had any vitality, and seeing the dead branches that had fallen on the ground, the old man's eyes lit up.

I looked left and right, but there was no one.

The old man staggered to the foot of the big willow tree with a cane.

The fallen branches were picked up one by one, piled together, and a snowball was pressed on top of it, indicating that it was the owner's thing.

After doing all this, the old man got up, turned around on crutches and walked in the direction of his house.

After a while, two young people came, and from their faces, they could vaguely see a little similarity with the old man.

The two young men glanced at the demonic inn, but did not see the haunting figure.

Shaking his head in disappointment, he tied up the firewood on the ground with a rope, and one person carried a bundle on his back, and turned away.

In this era, firewood can be sold for money, and the people in the city want to burn firewood, except for Chucheng to pick it up, they can only spend money to buy it.

The two young men returned home with firewood on their backs, and met three or five acquaintances along the way.

Looking at the large bundle of firewood that the two were carrying, someone's eyes flickered.

After a while, two more young men came under the big willow tree, with small axes, one waited under the tree, and the other climbed up the tree with an axe.

With the chopping of the axe, the dead branches of the dead old willow tree were cut down one by one.

In a short time, the big willow tree had only one of its not very straight torsos left, shivering alone in the wind.

A group of people left, and another group came, this time a carpenter.

He and his apprentice took the saw and pulled the cart.

Half an hour later, on the opposite side of the demonic spirit, only a bare tree root with no branches remained, buried little by little by the snow.

However, it didn't end there.

The next day, before dawn, the three men lifted the snow and revealed the roots of the old willow tree.

"Hehe, pick up branches, cut down tree trunks, but no one knows that the roots of the tree that have grown for 1,700 years are the most valuable. ”

They are engaged in the art of root carving.

While talking and laughing, the three of them picked up shovels and iron picks, and dug up and down on the frozen solid ground.

About an hour later, on the opposite side of the demonic spirit, there was no existence of the old willow tree at all, only a big pit lying there alone, proving that there was once an old willow tree here.

The three of them pulled the dug tree roots and quietly left, and at the moment when the figures of the three turned around the corner, like ghosts, a white-clothed figure appeared on the edge of the big pit.

Standing on the edge of the pit, Lin Tian watched for a long, long time.

After a long time, he let out a sigh, and with a wave of his hand, a golden light flashed into the pit.

Lin Tian turned around and walked towards the door of the inn, behind him, the excavated soil filled the pit by itself, and in a short time, the pit in front of the door turned into a flat land.

......

Dawn.

After the Spring Festival, the inn gradually became popular, but no one seemed to notice why there was a familiar figure missing from the inn.

Someone may have noticed, but why is a shopkeeper who has nothing to do with him gone, and who cares?

I have lived so hard in this world.

As the sky cleared completely, the demonic proprietress walked out of the backyard, and the little Taoist priest who had changed into an ordinary green robe also walked out of the guest room with his plain white monk's robe.

Watching the two of them walk out, Lin Tian smiled at the two.

"Childe is very early today. ”

The demonic proprietress smiled at Lin Tianyan, and Lin Tian smiled back, "I'm leaving." ”

The smile on Nine-Tails' face froze for a moment, and then continued to bloom, "Won't you leave after breakfast?"

Lin Tian nodded, "It's okay." ”

This breakfast was extraordinarily rich, and the proprietress cooked it herself, bringing the cooking skills of a first-hand fairy chef to the extreme.

As far as Lin Tian's evaluation is concerned, it is not much worse than his craftsmanship.

After breakfast, Lin Tian's figure disappeared from the inn without a trace.

On the second day, the little Taoist priest found that the little white snake that he had wrapped in his monk's robe and put in his arms was gone.

The little Taoist priest is looking frantically, looking for it frantically.

After looking for a long time, and even in order to find an encounter with Fahai, the two fought a big battle and were seriously injured for it.

It's just that for a month, he never found the figure he was looking for.

Until......

At the beginning of spring this year, everything recovered.

At the door of the Demon Inn, the ground squirmed, and a new sprout was pulled out of the ground.

As the new shoots were withdrawn, as soon as they came into contact with the sun, almost in an instant, the shoots grew wildly, and in an instant, they grew into a large willow tree with lush foliage.

The willow branches fluttered in the breeze, just as it had been many years ago.

On this day, early in the morning, the Demon Inn welcomed its first guest.

With a second knock on the door, the door opened, revealing a familiar face and a familiar voice inside.

"Yo, this master, you're here, are you going to play the top, or are you staying in the hotel?"

Between the words, he bowed down unusually skillfully and invited the guests into the store, as if, the same action, he had done countless times before.

Also on the same day, people were surprised to find that under the big willow tree opposite the demonic inn, a little monk wearing green clothes sat down at some point.

It turns out that you are still here.