The annual meeting is coming to an end, and the new year is approaching.

Spring and autumn do not know the cold and summer, and the young man cannot distinguish between joy and sorrow. At the end of the year, the cottage is peaceful, filled with joy and tranquility.

After days of heavy snowfall, everything in heaven and earth is covered with cotton yarn: after sunrise, it is reflected, and it is bright and colorful, and there is a hazy fog that floats and floats, like a girl who comes out of the bath, and there is the vividness of three springs.

There are many people scattered on the field, like chess pieces thrown on the jade board, and there are no rules for them.

The young people had never seen such a sight before, walking on the flat ski like a child, looking back at the two lines of footprints, and smiling.

There are also young couples, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot, like an old woman who has been with each other for decades throwing bracelets on the snow; occasionally glance at each other, a few coquettish sounds, and then a few laughs, a little tacit understanding.

The mountain people are simple and bold, simple and serious, they do not have the virtuous lady of everyone's ladies, nor the shyness of the small jasper, they can only release their joy to the fullest, and enjoy the warmth passed on to each other.

In their eyes, this is Shijie's opportunity to see life clearly, and those imprints of different shades, whether steady or loose, are a portrayal.

A portrayal of life!

"It's good to be alive. ”

Tinker Bell sat on a stone platform, her pale face exuding tranquility and her voice slightly hoarse.

"It's a pleasure to be alive. "I don't know when the spot on Ding Dong's cheek resurfaced, and the color gradually increased, and now it looked like I was halfway through my makeup, and my cheeks were delicate and white on the other, which made people feel pitiful. Her temperament became quieter and quieter, and her already thin body was shrunk in the cotton fur of Hòuhòu, like a little lamb afraid of the cold.

"Of course it's good to be alive. ”

Shisanro walked from afar, holding a soup pot in his hand, and looked at Tinker Bell's squeezing appearance, his eyes flashing with worry.

"So you have to live well. ”

He handed the soup pot to Ding Dong and said, "Just boiled, drink it while it's hot." ”

The monk's body, Ding Dong can't even endure the cold, and his body is already extremely bad. However, she didn't want to talk about these things, so Shisanlang could only find some nourishing things such as Huangjing Shouwu Lingzhi to recuperate it a little.

Tinker Bell took the soup pot, her thin hand trembled a little, and she sighed softly, and she said with a smile, "Brother's burgh soup is getting better and better." ”

Thirteen Lang looked away from her hand, smiled lightly and didn't say anything more.

This thing, he often did before last year's meeting, and now he is very proficient in driving and driving, and his skills are getting better. At this moment, the big gray donkey poked its head out from behind him, and hòuhòu's lips twitched, and let out two soft snorts. Clankling blinked, quietly moving the spout to Big Ash's huge head, and Big Gray Donkey stole his eyes and scanned Thirteen Lang, inhaling softly. A line of fragrant water flew out of the spout, and it looked like it was about to fall into the big mouth that connected to the outer starry sky.

"Smack!" fell a heavy blow on the fat buttocks, and the big gray donkey's eyes were instantly dull, and he screamed, and scurried away with a sad hiss: the waterline was pulled by an invisible force, and returned to the soup pot steadily, but not half a drop was spilled.

"This fool eats more than you, don't get used to it. ”

Thirteen Lang sat down beside Ding Dong, ignored Da Ash's complaining and angry gaze, and said, "Don't you still want my brother to feed you?"

Tinker Bell pouted, leaning on his shoulder, glancing from side to side, not answering his words. Thirteen Lang sighed softly, put one hand on her shoulder, and took the soup pot with the other and brought it to Ding Dong's lips.

"Drink it quickly, heat it a few more times, and the smell of medicine will dissipate." A smile flashed in Ding Dong's eyes, and he took two mouthfuls obediently, and then his long eyelashes moved, and he suddenly said, "Brother, look at them!"

On the snow, a few children were playing a game of horseback riding and fighting, and they were curious when they saw the big gray donkey, which was more powerful than a horse. Seeing it stomping its feet and shaking its tail, it looked pleasing and slowly swarmed over. The big gray doesn't seem to reject them, the nostrils are spraying white gas, putting on a proud senior posture, and can't help but want to join in the excitement, set sail ·-=·yo pyridine·0-= Provide the big head to gently arch this, sniff that, as if to join it.

Gradually, the children grew bolder, and the leader was the boy whom Jushiro had ever seen, and he reached out to stroke it, trying to invite Ash. Soon, a dozen children and a donkey mingled together, laughing and having fun.

Some children want to climb on the back of the big gray, thinking that this is more in line with the general who commands the soldiers and horses. It's a pity that Da Ash's body is too large, and the children are scrambling for it, and it is not easy to get it.

One or two rounds, three or five stumbling, seven or eight laughs, one by one, they fell to the ground, and when they got up again, they were covered with snow, wet, wounded, and painful, and then, with a fuss, shouted, and continued to play.

"Giggle......

Tinker Bell couldn't help but laugh, then coughed a few more times and frowned.

"It's going to have to be solved. Thirteen Lang stroked her back and said softly.

This matter has been in his heart for a long time, although Ding Dong once said that the ancestral spirit would not really kill her, but watching Ding Dong clear one day after another, Thirteen Lang felt more and more that Ding Dong had something to hide. Two days ago, he returned with the elixir of cleansing, and after telling Dingdong in detail, he planned to arrange for her to retreat and wash away the spiritual root, but he didn't expect Dingdong to prevaricate for various reasons, and his expression was quite hesitant, which made him more and more confused.

Regarding the Cleansing Pill, Thirteen Lang had asked Mai Shaofei for advice in detail, and there were not too many taboos. Of course, some pain is inevitable, and there is still a bit of risk, but Ezashiro has his own talent for absorbing spirits, and even if some accidents occur, it is enough to restrain it. This performance of Ding Dong can be said to be very different from his previous judgment, and he can't help but think about it too much. In any case, Thirteen Lang thinks that washing away the spiritual root is the best choice for Ding Dong. Otherwise, how can we talk about cultivating with peace of mind, let alone the difficulties of the dual physique itself.

After thinking about it carefully, he said, "Is it related to the ancestral spirit?" Ding Dong hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slightly, his expression a little gloomy.

Thirteen Lang's heart sank slightly, and he said: "To improve your cultivation, in the final analysis, you still need to cultivate yourself, and the ancestral spirit is certainly a shortcut, but if it is like this, it is better to give it up." ”

He spoke slowly, but firmly. The time of Thirteen Lang's cultivation is not short, and he has seen too many monks who will do anything for the sake of strength, and although he understands this, he will never take it as his choice. It's just that although the relationship between Ding Dong and him is warm, there is no guardianship responsibility, so he can't make decisions for her rashly.

Thinking like this in his heart, Shisanlang said: "Brother knows that you must be carrying something, but you should always understand that everything needs to be done with a life. There are thousands of avenues, why bother to be so persistent. ”

"My brother is also very persistent. Ding Dong suddenly said: "My brother cultivates quickly, but he always wants to enter the Taoist Academy, what is it for?" ”

Ding Dong nodded, and asked to himself, "If you change to my brother, how will I choose?"

Shisanlang thought for a long time, and finally said with a wry smile: "I don't know, I really don't know." ”

Ding Dong didn't speak again, and both of them fell silent: the big gray in the distance was playing happily, hissing a few times and not forgetting to peep here secretly, and secretly scolded this guy in his heart for being really inferior to a beast, and a typical opportunity to coax an adult girl.

After a long time, Thirteen Lang thought that Ding Dong's mood should have calmed down, and he spoke again: "In my opinion, the Cleansing Pill is still like..."

Ding Dong suddenly smiled and said, "Brother, don't say any more, let me prepare, and I will take medicine and retreat tomorrow." ”

Set sail ·-=·yo y/0-= Seeing that she promised so happily, Shisanlang was stunned and said: "After washing off the spiritual root, you need to meditate, and it can't be completed in a day or two. Grandpa will be back the day after tomorrow, do you want to wait a few days?"

Ding Dong seemed to have made up his mind, and said: "No need, when I get better, I will accompany my husband well, so that he will be happy and happy." ”