This year, the Qiongtian Temple was demolished twice, but it was rebuilt quickly. Counting that 800 years of reincarnation is coming, I don't know if next year will be a good year, and he, who can still stand in front of the Heavenly Pillar, will suffer several times.

I laughed a little in my heart, but I was more helpless. Even if he holds the Xuanhui and blurs the boundaries between birth, old age, sickness and death, people seem too small between this vast world and reincarnation.

Just like the legendary "Da Chun", how many springs and autumns can the years of people be worth it?

Cool flakes of snow scraped across his face, and he reached out to wipe them off. Suddenly coming back to his senses, he stretched and saw a team of horses galloping in the snow in the distance.

"Oh, it's the dim sum and New Year's goods that have arrived." He raised his voice and said to his subordinates.

The subordinates all happily greeted that side. Jue Tongjun walked at the end, moving slowly, with a smile on his face.

In the distance, watching his subordinates take out large and small packages from the carriage behind the horse and return towards Qiongtian Palace, Jue Tongjun patted the snow that fell on his shoulders and nodded to them.

"Go back. I want to walk around here and see the snow. He said softly to his subordinates, "There is no need to rush to decorate the hall. Hehe, you have divided the snacks, go back to rest today. ”

When the subordinates heard such a good thing, they nodded their heads in agreement. Jue Tongjun passed by his subordinates and walked towards a snow-covered grass outside the hall.

Under the wind and snow, it is the flower dynasty of the coming year. Qingshan is like this, Lingyun is like this, what does not change is the heaven and earth of the Three Realms, and what changes is the rise and fall of the human world.

I can't remember exactly how long he guarded this land. However, at first, he was carrying the light of the Heavenly Sumen with a full load, and when he came to the Nether Heaven, it seemed that it was also a bitter winter season.

His subordinates are like weeds in spring and autumn, coming and going, and even many of them can't remember their appearances. These kind faces at the moment will not be the last, but he hopes that he can remember them more deeply every time, maybe just for the little bit of longing in his heart.

The snow drifted on his face and quickly melted.

Jue Tongjun often thinks like this, but he will soon be relieved. It was also because of time that he diluted some of the feelings that were eagerly rolling in his chest, which was perhaps a good thing.

Or perhaps...... It's time to have a drink with the comrade on duty above?

When the snow was falling on the mountain, he would occasionally think of him. He was sitting somewhere above his head at the moment, and he didn't know if it was snowing there.

However, this lonely substitute's sense of "mid-life crisis" is only the one who can empathize with it.

Right now, the crisis has not yet arrived, and the wind and snow are poetic. If it was later, the artistic conception might not be so beautiful.

The mood is slightly happy. Jue Tongjun turned around and strode back towards the Qiongtian Temple, the broken snow under his feet made a "squeak" sound.

As soon as I went back, I saw two very beautiful small "Qiongtian Palace" shaped fragrant sunflower purple rice cakes on my table.

"Oh, that's so hard." He smiled and walked over, and saw a letter pressed underneath.

Jue Tongjun first took out the letter and began to read. This is a famous pastry chef in Liripu, and it is also an operation that his acquaintance, Chef Huang, does every year. Jue Tongjun fell in love with his family's unique pastry, fragrant sunflower purple rice cake, when he traveled around the country, and asked someone to buy some at the end of each year.

Chef Huang is a sincere person who has been taken care of by Jue Tongjun for many years, and at this time of year he prepares pastries early and gives some more. In addition, I must bring a greeting letter, accompanied by snacks, which can be regarded as a New Year's greeting to Jue Tongjun.

This fragrant sunflower purple rice cake, Jue Tongjun ate from Master Huang's twenty-five to fifty-two.

Jue Tongjun eagerly opened the letter. Sure enough, it is still Master Huang's familiar handwriting and style, and the words are simple and a little crooked.

Blessings as always. Jue Tongjun and his party looked at it, but found that there were a few more lines of new things below.

Is this ...... "the first attempt at reform of the heirloom"? Jue Tongjun frowned slightly, and when he saw these words, he was a little confused.

However, the more you look down, the more strange it becomes.

Master Huang said in his letter that in the past two days, a strange-looking foreigner went to their store. The man also had his own experience in making dim sum, so they exchanged a lot together and tried to improve some old dim sum.

Jue Tongjun turned his head anxiously and looked at the two "Qiongtian Palaces" lying on the table.

It doesn't look like much...... Except for the first time with such a model, the colors seem to be normal.

Continue reading the epistle. Chef Huang said that now the stranger is helping in the store, which has attracted a lot of people. The foreigner's meaning seemed to be that he wanted to open a store in Liriura, hoping that he could contribute a sum of money to help him open it.

Stranger...... Coming to Liripu to start a business? Jue Tongjun didn't know why, and put down the letter a little confused.

Looking at the pastries on the table, Jue Tongjun hesitated for a moment and slowly picked up one.

As soon as he opened his mouth, before he could eat, he heard a sudden shout from outside the hall: "Oh mom, it's up to you, it's so snowy, I'm going to bury me halfway." ”

"Uh, huh?" Hearing this, Jue Tongjun hurriedly turned his head.

Sure enough. Jue Tongjun's eyes drooped: "Why did you come here today." ”

"Haha, you're not welcome." The person who came turned out to be Su Bezhi, and he shivered while patting the snow on his body, "Oh, I'm here to ask about something, and I'll eat something by the way...... Hey, you're pretty moisturizing this little day! ”

Jue Tongjun hurriedly put down the purple rice cake in his hand and went over to pick him up: "Running around on a snowy day, are you looking for guilt for yourself?" ”

Who expected Su Beizhi to wave his hand again and again, and seemed to be extremely aggrieved in his heart. Jue Tongjun put his snow-stained coat at the door and asked him to sit at his desk, while he went to make him hot tea.

"Gee, don't bother." Behind it is still the voice of Su Bezhi.

The subordinates around him all rested, and Jue Tongjun boiled water and made tea by himself. After a while, the water boiled and the tea was ripe, and he smiled faintly and brought it back to Su Beizhi: "I'm here, you can take away your hypocrisy...... Ay!? ”

Before the words fell, they were already out of tune, and Jue Tongjun was extremely heartbroken when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Why are you eating that purple rice cake?" almost made him splash the tea on the ground, Jue Tongjun trembled, but saw that the small roof of the "Qiongtian Palace" had already entered the belly of the Su Beizhi.

What's even more excessive is that Su Bezhi actually showed a disgusted expression while eating.

"Oh, didn't you say don't be hypocritical." Su Bezhi muttered inarticulately, "Don't say it, this snack is real, it's the same as eating rose-flavored Xiang......"