After the winter, perhaps because it was cold, the Zhao family was much cleaner than usual.

For ordinary people, they have to start preparing for the New Year after winter, and it is normally the most lively time of the year, but for those who cultivate immortals, ten years are like a day, and most of the time is spent in cultivation, and there is no time to celebrate the New Year at all.

Qi Shou was the same, because he knew that his time in the Zhao family was limited, so he also began to seize the time to cultivate, from the original daily practice pavilion, Wanchun Garden, and guest room three points and one line to two points and one line in the practice pavilion Wanchun Garden.

The weather was getting colder, but Zhao Xuan still insisted on playing chess in Wanchun Garden until January, when the weather was too cold, so she went to play chess indoors.

After Qi Shou finished teaching Zhao Xuan on this day, he was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhao Xuan.

"Mr. Qi, do you have time tomorrow?" Zhao Xuan asked in a low voice.

"Do you have any questions, I can help you answer them today." Qi Shou also thought that Zhao Xuan had a problem about Go and wanted Qi Shou to help her answer it.

"It's not...... It's approaching the end of the year, I want to go to the temple fair in the city to have a look, I wonder if Mr. Qi will have time......" Zhao Xuan said with some embarrassment.

"Do you want me to accompany you to the temple fair?" Qi Shou said with a smile.

"Hmm." Zhao Xuan whispered, lowering her head a little shyly.

"I'm afraid it won't work." Qi Shou thought about it and shook his head.

He is not a fool, of course he knows what Zhao Xuan means.

It's just that he doesn't want to have too many entanglements with Zhao Xuan, Zhao Xuan is just a student to him.

If we want to pursue the path of eternal life, we cannot take into account the affection of these children.

What's more, Zhao Xuan is still Zhao Zhijing's daughter, even if he Qi Shou is willing, Zhao Zhijing will definitely be unwilling.

"That's ......" Zhao Xuan was a little regretful, and then said: "After the beginning of spring, I will go to Wuhua Pavilion." ”

"During this time, thank you Mr. Qi for your guidance on chess."

"This is all what I should do, after going to Wuhua Pavilion and embarking on the road of cultivating immortals, don't slack off in playing chess, perseverance is the key." Qi Shou said earnestly.

"Xuan'er understands." Zhao Xuan nodded.

"If nothing else, I'll go first." Qi Shou said.

"I ...... There is no ......" Zhao Xuan looked at Qi Shou, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say it.

"Luo Yi, you can go with me tomorrow."

"Yes Miss." Luo Yi nodded.

After Qi Shou left, he came all the way to the practice pavilion.

As a monk who has lived for two lifetimes, Qi Shou has seen countless women, many of whom are people who have captivated the country and the city, and they still have a certain degree of resistance to women.

Qi Shou in the previous life had no immortals, and he was still alone when he reached the realm of transforming into gods, not that he didn't like immortals, but he had to maintain the body of a boy when cultivating the Little Yellow Dragon Sutra.

can only say that Qi Shou has no chance with women in his life.

Time flies, and before you know it, the New Year has arrived, the Zhao family is not a family of cultivators, and most of the people in the house are also mortals, and they also attach more importance to the New Year, and red lanterns are hung in front of each room.

Zhou Haicheng is definitely more lively than this, but it's a pity that Qi Shou can't get out in the Zhao family.

Looking at the flying snow in the air, Qi Shou couldn't help but sigh a little.

Embarking on the road of cultivating immortals, he really has no chance with the life of mortals, and he may really lose a lot in order to ask for immortals.

However, there is no turning back from the bow, and he has to go to the end on this road of eternal life.

In the past few days, Zhao Xuan's teaching has also stopped for a few days, and Qi Shou began to practice wholeheartedly in the practice pavilion.

For monks, the theory of eating small meals and eating more often is not appropriate, and it is more efficient to practice in retreat for a long time.

When I came out of the practice pavilion again, it was already Chinese New Year's Eve.

It was dusk, and the yellow sunset was shining red on half of the sky.

A gust of north wind blew, and Qi Shou felt a loosening on his head.

Looking up, the headband was blown to the ground, and his shadow fell in the dusk, and his long hair fluttered wantonly in the wind.

"It's broken." Qi Shou was about to bend down to pick up the broken headband, but was stopped by a shout.

"Mr. Qi."

Qi Shou looked up, it was Zhao Xuan wearing a red sheep fur.

"Miss Xuan'er." Qi Shou picked up the headband and walked up to say hello.

"Mr. Qi has been in retreat and cultivating for the past few days, right?" Zhao Xuan asked.

"That's right, I've been feeling the bottleneck lately." Qi Shou nodded.

"Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, just come out and take a look."

Saying that, Qi Shou and Zhao Xuan walked in the courtyard together and chatted.

"Ruixue is a good year, this year it has been snowing heavily since the lunar month, and next year will be a bumper harvest year." Zhao Xuan looked at the fluttering snow and said.

"yes." Qi Shou nodded, he usually didn't care about this, as soon as Zhao Xuan mentioned it, Qi Shou suddenly thought of his godmother Huang Mu, who was far away in Huatian Village.

Approaching the end of the year, it is time to write a letter to Huang Mu to greet her.

Zhao Xuan looked at Qi Shou, who was wearing her hair at this time, in the wind and snow, which made her look a little distracted.

Qi Shou noticed Zhao Xuan's eyes, and thought that his hair was not very elegant, and he just wanted to use the broken hairband to tidy it up, but was stopped by Zhao Xuan.

"Mr. Qi, this is for you."

In Zhao Xuan's hand, he handed over a light blue silk hairband.

"This ...... Thank you. Qi Shou took the headband and thanked him.

"Thank you Mr. Qi for taking care of me these days, I saw that your hairband was a little old that day, so I bought another one at the temple fair, I don't know if Mr. Qi likes it." Zhao Xuan said seriously.

"Of course." Qi Shou tied his hair up with a hairband in front of Zhao Xuan.

"Mr. Qi likes it." Seeing Qi Shou wearing a headband, Zhao Xuan showed a happy expression.

The two stayed until it was dark, a housekeeper came over and called Zhao Xuan away, Qi Shou also returned to the guest room, asked Luo Yi for pen and ink, and wrote a letter to Huang Mu and Huang Shaokang, briefly introducing the recent situation, and telling the two not to worry.

In the spring of the fourteenth year of Hongkang, a distinguished guest came to the Zhao family's mansion on this day.

This person is a woman, dressed in plain clothes, her hair is coiled high, her face is like frost, and she looks like a fairy in the Guanghan Palace.

This is the pavilion master of Wuhua Pavilion in Zhao Zhijing's mouth, Wen Yuan.

When Wen Yuan arrived, it happened that Qi Shou was teaching Zhao Xuan to play chess, and Zhao Zhijing took her to Wanchun Garden.

At this time, spring had just begun, and the Wanchun Garden was full of life and prosperity, and the brown-haired old man was still sitting in the courtyard, covered in spring mud, as if it had grown out of the ground with other spring buds.

After the Wenyuan Pavilion Lord came to Wanchun Garden, as if he felt something, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he quickly took a step back.

The next moment, a leaf flew by, just past where she had been standing, and embedded in a stone.

"Huh."

"The method of cultivating natural creation is still so strong, no wonder it is still stuck in the sevenfold qi transformation when he is old." The Wenyuan Pavilion Lord snorted coldly, and Zhao Zhijing also knew that this attack was coming from the brown-haired old man in the garden.

"Elder Li, this is the Lord of Wenyuan Pavilion." Zhao Zhijing hurriedly came forward to explain.

Old Li, that is, the brown-haired old man, maintained that sitting posture from beginning to end, neither opening nor showing any expression on his face.

After Zhao Zhijing explained, he took the Wenyuan Pavilion Master to the pavilion in the garden.

"Xuan'er, come and meet the Wenyuan Pavilion Master." Zhao Zhijing greeted Zhao Xuan.

Seeing the arrival of the Wenyuan Pavilion Master, Zhao Xuan looked up at Qi Shou, Qi Shou nodded, and she immediately put down the chess game in her hand and walked towards the two.

"Xuan'er has seen the Wenyuan Pavilion Master." Zhao Xuan saluted to the Lord of Wenyuan Pavilion.

"No need to be polite." The Lord of Wenyuan Pavilion came to Zhao Xuan's side as he spoke, and looked up and down.

"You're cured." The Wenyuan Pavilion Lord asked.

"Back to the pavilion master, Xuan'er has recovered from her illness." Zhao Xuan said politely.

The Lord of Wenyuan Pavilion nodded, and then said, "I came today to take you back to Wuhua Pavilion and be a closed disciple of my sect." ”

"Although your bone age is already twenty years old, your physique is still good, and there is no major problem."

"But before I do, I'll put you to the test."

The Wenyuan Pavilion Lord's tone was cold, there was no nonsense at all, and after speaking, he stretched out a finger and landed on Zhao Xuan's head.

The next moment, Qi Shou clearly felt that at the fingertips of the main fingers of Wenyuan Pavilion, a huge amount of energy burst out.

And Zhao Xuan, who was standing opposite the Lord of Wenyuan Pavilion, gradually showed a look of pain on his face.