Today is a special day, as soon as the sky is slightly bright, many villagers in Hanjia Village get up early and start to get busy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

All kinds of mountain delicacies that they were usually reluctant to eat in the past were all taken out by them today, just for this special day.

Eighteen years ago today, the god of flames descended on Hanjia Village, blessed them, and allowed Hanjia Village to escape a catastrophe. Since then, Hanjia Village has offered the god of fire as the village god, three incense sticks a day, and there is no shortage of tribute at four o'clock and six qi, just for the blessing of the god of flame in the future.

And their tribute was not in vain, in the past eighteen years, they have never encountered the scene of being attacked by a large number of wild beasts, and none of the babies born in the village have died because of the invasion of Yin Qi, the latter one has made them even more convinced of the worship of the God of Flame, believing that the God of Flame is the guardian god sent by Haotian to their Hanjia Village.

The Flame Temple, in the quiet room, sat on the futon, in front of him was a statue of a god, which was the same as the statue of the God of Flame in the main hall, but this statue was only one foot high, and the material was more special, like a beautiful jade surrounded by flames, revealing a powerful and mysterious aura.

At this time, Wuhuo was doing what he had to do every day.

Communicate with the God of Fire.

The idol of the God of Flames in front of him, said to be a statue, was actually the deity of the God of Flames. Until the fourth order is reached, the idol cannot be broken. Because once it is broken, it represents the fall of the god of flames.

Only after reaching the fourth order can the God of Fire be able to break away from this idol and open up the divine realm. At that time, the god of fire can become a true god, and he can have even more powerful power!

After communicating with the God of Fire. Wu Huo opened his eyes, and the fire in his eyes suddenly appeared, and then calmed down again.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he had encountered some problem.

"The God of Flames had already reached the peak of the third order two years ago, but now it has not been able to advance for a long time, in the end, the pattern of this Hanjia Village is still too small. It's a pity that although I am the concubine of the Wu family, I can't ignore the law of the country, and I can't forcibly enforce the belief in the God of Flames in other places, and, in the final analysis, the strength of the God of Flames ・・・・・・"

Thinking of this, Wuhuo couldn't help but shake his head.

In the final analysis, this god of flames, after all, was deliberately created by him, although there is a rare fire jade in the world as the original god, but in the final analysis, after all, the constraints are too great, unlike spirits and ghosts who are prayed to become gods, and once they become gods, they can open up their own god domains.

Dead things make gods, and there really is a bottleneck.

Although it is not very difficult for the Wu family to directly use the spirit clan or the ghost clan to create a god, how can the spirit clan and the ghost clan be willing to be mastered by him? If they turn their faces after becoming gods, although it is not a big problem for their Wu family, but he Wuhuo can't bear that kind of loss.

In the end, his talent is too low!

If he was so talented, how could he be forced to come to this remote mountain village?

Hmph, one day, he will return to Anzi, one day, he will return to Wujia, there will always be a ・・・・・・

Restrain his emotions, Wu Huo knows that it is useless to think about it now, if you want to get back what belongs to you, you must have enough strength!

And today, that's the opportunity!

・・・・・・

Who will wake up to the big dream? I know that I know that the grass hall is asleep in spring, and the day outside the window is late.

Although Ning Xin missed this poem very much, but unfortunately, he didn't have the bearing of Mr. Zhuge of others, so he still didn't abandon his temperament and used this poem to pretend.

Wake up refreshed.

After waking up, Ning Xin smelled the fragrance in the air.

The aroma of all kinds of delicacies is entwined, constantly hooking the gluttonous worms in Ning's heart.

"What day is today, how does my uncle's family make so much delicious food?"

Thinking like this, Ning Xin pushed open the door, and then saw Aunt Xia and Han Xiaoyun busy there, Uncle Han was also busy on the side, and Xiaolu'er was running around over there, occasionally stealing a little food.

After thinking about it for a while, I went to the well first and washed up a little, so that I could have the face to meet people. Then he asked Uncle Han his own questions.

Uncle Han naturally wouldn't hide it, so he told him.

"It turns out that today is an otherworldly version of Christmas. ”

Han Daquan didn't know what Ning Xin muttered in his heart, but said to him: "You don't want to eat breakfast today, let's wait until noon to have a big meal together!"

"Hey, okay!. ”

Skipping breakfast, Ning Xin was already used to it, and besides, he was also looking forward to this celebration.

"Uncle Han, is there anything you need my help with here?"

Han Daquan looked at Ning Xin, but he didn't say anything after all, but said, "You better play with Xiaolu'er." ”

Ning Xin scratched his head a little ashamedly, he really didn't know anything, although Uncle Han didn't say it directly, he also knew what he meant.

He didn't argue or force himself to prove anything, because he knew that it was really not his forte.

"Little deer, come here, let's go to the side and tell a story, okay?"

When Xiaolu'er heard this, he hurriedly put a piece of meat in his hand into his mouth, and then agreed: "Okay~!"

Then he jumped and ran towards Ning Xin.

Ning Xin sighed in his heart, thinking that he was a high-achieving student, and now he can only tell stories to children or something.

"What story do you want to hear?"

"Gourd baby!"

Xiaoluer is still very interested in the gourd baby.

Ning thought about it, he had already told Xiaolu'er the story of the gourd baby, so he could just tell her the story of the gourd little King Kong today.

Thinking of this, Ning Xin smiled and said, "Okay, today I'll tell you the story of the gourd little King Kong." ”

Ning Xin changed the story of the gourd little King Kong that he knew, changed a few times, and then moved to the other world, seeing the appearance of Xiaoluer listening to it with relish, Ning Xin was very proud, it seems that I still have a lot of talent for storytelling, and when I can't mix it up one day, I can also go to tell stories and eat with food.

Of course, this is just his imagination, he doesn't want to tell a story for a bite of food, and then arouse the curiosity of some good monster, and be caught and kept in captivity, which is better than death.

The story is not very long, although Ning Xin added a lot of material to it, but it was quickly finished.

At this time, the sun is in the sky, and the celebration is almost about to begin.

Originally, Ning Xin thought that this celebration was similar to the usual festival, and he just had a good meal at home, but now he knew what Too young, too simple Tucson was.

Uncle Han's family moved all their tables, chairs and benches out, and Ning Xin also helped out, all of them moved to a large open space in the center of the village, and after setting them up, they served all the delicacies they had made and put them away.

Ning Xin found that the other villagers were also like this, dozens of large tables were neatly arranged, and the delicacies prepared by each family were placed on them. The aromas of various delicacies are intertwined with each other, which is particularly tempting, and Ning Xin can't help but drool.

A drum sounded, drawing Ning Xin's attention to the past, and the celebration began.