Wei Chengqi was confined to his family for five months because of the loss of a martial artist-level guard, and he was finally able to come out and let go. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Winter is about to pass, spring is coming, the grand Spring Festival is held at this time, the royal family of Zhao will carry out the ceremony of worshiping the sky, praying for the peace of the country and the people in the coming year, and the wind and rain are smooth.

Of course, there are similar activities in other countries, and the time is also different, as if the busyness of spring is about to begin, everyone should relax and cope with the hard work that is coming.

Under the activity, although it is said that he is grounded, he has not wronged himself, but his body has been blessed a few points, and his face is full of flesh when he touches his face, which is really detrimental to his image.

The meal was already set on the table in front of him, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and then talk about losing weight after eating this meal.

Stepping on the thick snow and walking on the streets of Silver Star City, Zhuo Wenxuan and the others finally didn't have time to enjoy the hot pot, so the academy went on vacation directly, and several of them were also picked up by the family.

I was used to the excitement, and suddenly it quieted down, which made Liu Zihong a little confused, the gate of the academy had been firmly closed, and the small door next to it was for those who stayed to enter and exit.

In the middle of the night, a few acquaintances came to visit, which made him very happy, and it was lively until midnight, when everyone said goodbye and left, and Liu Zihong sent several girls back separately.

There is a little girl named Ming Pei, a brother Zihong, who calls Liu Zihong in a panic, a pink and tender little girl, crisp and called brother, everyone likes it.

After taking advantage of the moonlight to go to the back of the library to practice the Fuhu Fist a few times, Liu Zihong began to try to practice the Tang Poetry Sword Technique, and sure enough, in terms of difficulty, it was indeed not comparable to the Wind Sword Technique.

The festival has nothing to do with Liu Zihong, and he practices every day, reads, eats, and sleeps to live an ascetic-like life.

It wasn't until the grass flew into the room that someone knocked on Liu Zihong's door, looked at it with some confusion, and the knock continued to sound, so he stood up and put down the book, and walked a few steps quickly to open the door.

Several young faces appeared in front of him, several men and women, all of whom were academy students who had not returned home.

"Brother Zihong, let's go out to play, today is the Spring Festival, the city must be very lively!" Ming Pei's big eyes blinked, and Liu Zihong was defeated.

Packed up his image, put on a white robe, and by the way, he also tied the cloak, and the green steel sword was hidden under the cloak.

The ice and snow on the streets of Silver Star City have basically disappeared, and there are red lanterns of all sizes hanging everywhere, and when I look back, even on the gate of the academy, there are several lanterns hanging on them, and I go in and out every day, but I don't even find it.

Some time ago, Si Kouzhen led the warriors to finally defeat the demons after a hard fight for half a year, leaving scattered demon warriors and escaping into the wild goose forest, and there was no threat.

His Majesty is in a good mood today, and issued an edict to welcome the Spring Festival this year and enjoy the people, so that everyone is also happy, and the classmates next to him are also happily talking about this matter.

When he first entered Silver Star City, a few fast horses brought the news that the demon clan had entered the Kou, but he didn't expect that such a long time had passed, and only now did the good news come, God knows how many soldiers were killed and wounded.

However, speaking of which, the sacrifice of the soldiers is not just for the people behind them to live happily, otherwise their sacrifice would not be meaningless.

Full of cranky thoughts, following everyone on the street, the skilled craftsmen of Zhao Guo are indeed very good, and they even faintly made a desperate lamp, and there are shadows everywhere on it, you can see fighting soldiers, masterpieces like works of art.

When I looked up, I had already come to Fubo Building, and the business in this kind of festival was naturally very prosperous, but there were no ordinary high-rollers, and the people who came in and out were all well-dressed, and they were all people with some status.

"It is said that by the afternoon, the soldiers who guarded the Death Pass will return, and Your Majesty will prepare a grand welcome ceremony to recognize their merits, and the soldiers will pass by!"

Someone next to him spoke, and it clearly reached Liu Zihong's ears, and when he turned around and was about to ask in detail, he had already blended into the crowd and looked at both sides of the street, but there were many soldiers looking at the crowd vigilantly.

"Let's go, let's go up there and have a look!" Liu Zihong said to a few people around him.

Everyone looked at Fubo Building, and no one took a step: "Brother Zihong, in this Fubo Building, most of the people who enter and exit are advanced cultivators, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for us to go in!" someone reminded Liu Zihong.

"It's okay, if you want to go in, come with me, and the others can go and play separately!" Liu Zihong was not reluctant.

Almost all of the boys refused, but Ming Pei and another girl named Liang Feiying were ready to follow Liu Zihong in to have a look, Fubo Lou was very famous in Silver Star City, and it was not surprising that he was a little curious.

A few people stayed outside, and they still blasted out towards Liu Zihong, but unfortunately the result disappointed them, and then naturally they felt a little regretful, if it weren't for that bit of self-esteem, they could also go to Fubo Tower.

I have come many times, not only the guys in the store, but even the old customers know Liu Zihong, and at this time, many people nodded and said hello, and saw two bright girls, showing a smile that all men understand, and giving a thumbs up.

After a while, Ma Feixiong hurriedly ran down from upstairs: "Zihong is here, it's too noisy here, go upstairs!"

For this kind of invitation, Liu Zihong naturally didn't mind, nodded with the two girls, and took the lead in walking over there, although Ming Pei and Liang Feiying were curious, they followed him closely, lest they leave themselves.

The view on the third floor is very good, there are already many young men and women, talking and laughing with each other, Liu Zihong glanced at a few times and did not know each other, and there was a table next to it, where some fruits and snacks were placed for people to use.

"It's all the princesses and princesses of the upper echelons of Zhao Kingdom, Zihong is bored and don't bother with them!" Ma Feixiong explained with a smile, regardless of the eyes of others, it is the key for him to be able to improve his strength, and these sons and brothers naturally have their own brothers to deal with.

After a brief introduction to the two girls, Ma Feixiong greeted them very friendly, and chatted with them carefully, which quickly made the two girls eliminate their tension and greatly increased their good impression of him by the way.

Leaning on the railing, looking at the crowd coming and going below, aimlessly passing through the crowd, lively, affectionate, loving, arguing and quarrelling, it is like a picture scroll depicting all kinds of situations in the world.

The white dress appeared within Liu Zihong's eyes, and then shook over.

Suddenly I turned around, it was still the long white dress that I remembered, and there was no one else around, cold and cold, with a little chill, no different from what I remembered.

Turning over the railing, in the exclamation of everyone, the figure fell on the street, stepped on the shoulders of several people, and when he just saw it, the cold figure had disappeared, and he could no longer find it in the bustling crowd.