Tiny snowflakes scattered from the sky one after another, whirlpooling and dancing with the north wind, like naughty children.

"Why is it snowing at this time, but I'm glad I'm wearing enough." Guo Huaiyang looked up at the gloomy sky and smiled.

He turned his head and glanced into the depths of the woods, where a little light was faintly visible, but he did not dare to look closely, otherwise he would immediately be dizzy again.

There was snow in the sky, but he still had no intention of leaving.

"Since you're here, let's wait and see, this bit of snow and this bit of wind is nothing, but it adds a little artistic conception."

Thinking so, he quietly leaned against the tree, with a stick of grass in his mouth, and looked up at the sky.

Until about seven o'clock in the night, the sound of prayer came from the forest. Guo Huaiyang sat up violently after hearing this, and the person suddenly became energetic, and his eyes lit up.

In the hut, Wang Gan held a scroll of Taoist scriptures in his hand, lying on a chair and reciting softly.

He knew that the people outside hadn't left yet, and had been staying there, and the other party had been very well-behaved from beginning to end, not noisy or noisy, and he hadn't changed his life because of this.

Eat when it's time to eat, rest when it's time to rest, practice when it's time to cultivate, and chant sutras as usual at night.

Outside the woods, Guo Huaiyang sat cross-legged, listening carefully to the sound of the scriptures coming from the woods.

The voice came and went at first, staccato and then became clearer.

The excitement quickly calmed down, and he concentrated on listening to the scriptures, and in the past two months, he had spent a lot of effort practicing peace of mind and meditation.

In the night, the mountains are silent, the sound of the wind, the sound of falling snow, the sound of chanting, that's all.

Slowly, Guo Huaiyang fell into silence, only the sound of chanting in his ears, and his body fluctuated slightly.

The snow fell slowly, dodging the interception of branches and leaves, and landed on him, on his head, and then dissolved. He sat there quietly as if he didn't feel it.

After about an hour, his body trembled slightly, and he came out of his state of meditation, but he did not get up, but still sat there and listened to the scriptures.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Gan stopped chanting and put away the scriptures.

"Mr. Guo Huaiyang Xie passed on the scriptures." A voice from outside passed through the woods and into the hut where he heard it.

"What do you command, sir?"

After waiting in the snow for more than ten minutes and not hearing any response, Guo Huaiyang went down the mountain.

The snow was still falling, the wind was still blowing, leaving this forest, the wind around was getting colder and colder, and when it reached the bottom of the mountain, the cold wind blew on the face like a knife. Guo Huaiyang is still happy.

Although the wind was cold, he was full of energy and warm.

He braved the wind, braved the snow, and hummed a little song to the car. I drove to the village in a car and listened, and turned my head to look at the mountain village.

"I bought a house, it's a pity to be idle." With that, he drove away in a car braving the snow and wind.

A light snow is a night,

The next morning, a car of three people came to the mountain village, they came to a few houses bought by Guo Huaiyang, took actual measurements and photos one by one, and left after a busy day.

A week later, the men entered the village with a group of men and began to renovate the house they had visited earlier. They tidied up a house first, and it still looked a little old on the outside, but it was completely new on the inside.

The decoration is very elegant, looking atmospheric but elegant.

"Shenzhi Mountain" mountain, more than one meter above the ground, in the air, the spiritual light is shining, and a charm floats in the air.

Wang Gan's fingers did not stop, and continued to draw talismans in the air, connecting the head of the next talisman with the tail of this talisman, and the second talisman was drawn, and the two talismans were superimposed together, and the power contained in them was naturally even greater.

This was not the end, he was about to continue to stack the third spell, but the third spell was less than half drawn, and the two spells in the air began to shake violently.

There was a boom, a flash of inspiration, a wave of air rolling, and dust flying.

Watching the lively earth dog on the side, he was swept out four or five meters away by the air wave, rolled six or seven times, fell into a lot of meat, stood up and looked around, his face was sluggish, his eyes were confused, and it took a while to understand what was going on.

Immediately jumped farther again, barking at this Wang Qian.

Wang Gan, who was close to the spell, was unscathed, because when the spell exploded, he had already activated the "Golden Armor Mantra" he was carrying, successfully resisting the powerful impact generated in an instant.

"Yes, yes, that's a big step forward!" Wang Qian said with a smile.

With the improvement of his cultivation and the improvement of his comprehension of scriptures and charms, he can already use the charms superimposed, so that one plus one is greater than two.

For example, if a "talisman" can hold a mastiff, two stacked together can hold a tiger, and three stacked together can fix an elephant.

It is not only armor that can be stacked, but also charms.

Stacking armor to resist beating, stacking spells can be attacked, retreated, and defended, and can be used to get sick, calm the nerves, ward off evil spirits, and subdue demons.

Therefore, the practice in Wang Qiankai is not boring, but full of fun, and when he is enlightened, he can continue to carry out various experiments, as if he is constantly exploring treasures, and he may encounter unexpected surprises at any time.

Just like that, before I knew it, it was the wax moon again.

Towards the end of the year, every household began to get busy, and Wang Qian lived as always.

On this day, the sky was still clear, and another person went up the mountain.

He Yuan went up the mountain with apprehension, since the last time he provoked Wang Gan to reprimand him in order to save Li Li, he never went up the mountain again, but locked himself in the small courtyard and practiced swords day and night.

Approaching the end of the year, he felt that he still had to come to the mountain, the last time he did something wrong, Wang Qian had the grace of teaching him and passing on the sword.

This fulfilled his dream, and this kindness was boundless.

This is almost the coldest time of the year, with biting winds and dripping ice.

He Yuan came to the outside of the woods, glanced inside, and then quickly lowered his head, he hesitated outside, and did not speak as before.

He walked back and forth outside the woods for an unknown number of times, raising his hand and scratching his head from time to time, and finally made up his mind.

"Sir, he is far away." He shouted softly and waited outside, but did not hear a response.

He didn't continue to shout, he waited outside, after noon, in the afternoon, at three o'clock, he shouted softly again, Wang Qian in the room heard the voice, but still did not respond.

He Yuan waited until the sun went down and didn't hear a familiar sound.

"Sir, are you planning to see me again?" He felt deeply uneasy, but instead of continuing to shout, he went down the mountain.