The cold comes and the summer comes, and the autumn harvest is hidden in winter.

Snowflakes are falling from the sky, crystal clear and white, everything is new, red makeup is wrapped, and it is the end of the year.

Time slipped quietly through the fingers, the stars turned, and the plants and trees experienced new withering glory.

The world has risen by another year.

Gu's small courtyard.

The small stove on the stone table was warming the wine, and the sound of "grunting" was constantly coming out, and the rich aroma of the wine overflowed.

The healer in the green robe sat on the stone pier, and the snowflakes fell on his body, a little cold and cold, but the weather at this time was actually not cold.

Gu Dan didn't hold the scroll anymore, just stared at the small flame that kept licking the wine jug, his eyes deep and calm, and his eyes glowed with memory.

Occasionally, a cold wind would blow, and his green robe and hair would be blown together, making a slight sound that made it more and more quiet.

The wine is already warm.

Those who can drink are not here for the time being.

There were not many people in the courtyard, and it was not quiet at all.

On the contrary, the excitement is a bit too much.

Cang didn't know how to get entangled with the bird Lisheng, and at this time he grabbed a handful of snow and had to stuff it into the mouth of the bird Lisheng.

In the face of Xun Ke, who was still able to make things difficult in every possible way, he was also a little stretched at this time and difficult to deal with.

The good news is that Xun Ke is not having a good time either.

At this time, he was sitting under the willow tree in a daze.

Ever since he read the letter sent by Moqiu, Xun Ke has often been in a daze.

And love is not attacking, of course, that's a very good thing.

It's just that he doesn't quite agree.

The world of Datong that Master Mo was looking forward to was too far away from this time, so far away that there might be no hope for the hard work of dozens of generations.

As an ultimate goal, there really is nothing wrong with it.

But the criteria for being an ink artist are too harsh.

You can't expect every ink artist to be a natural saint, which is too unreliable.

When the ideal is too far away from reality, people can't feel the slightest bit of temperature.

It's a pity that he couldn't find anyone to discuss this issue.

Bird Lisheng is Murqiu's ultimate supporter, and it doesn't make sense for him at all.

Mr. Gu is a very good person, but he has never paid much attention to these things and rarely talks about his own opinions, if he must describe it, he is probably the "master of the world" as the outside world says, in this world, his heart is absent.

So he had to think for himself.

If love is not good, how can we have a goal that can help the world and save the people, but also be ambitious enough?

This question probably needs to be thought about for a long, long time

These doubts are buried in his heart, so that the boy is always thinking.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a snowball the size of a basin fell on its head.

Xun Ke's entire head was buried in the snow, and his eyes widened blankly.

Is it starting to snow so much?

"Hahaha!"

It didn't make him wonder for too long, and the sound that was as pleasant as a silver bell but also arrogant enough began to echo in the small courtyard.

Xun Ke's face immediately darkened.

"Xiao Ying!"

Xun Ke wiped off the snow all over his head helplessly, and shouted angrily.

"Idiot! Why are you getting more and more stupid? It's snowing, come and play! Xiao Ying was still holding a ball of snow in her hand, and took advantage of Xun Ke's words to quickly stuff it into his mouth.

Xun Ke: "."

I can't live this day!

"I'll fight with you!"

Xun Ke jumped up suddenly, grabbed the snowflakes sprinkled on his body and was about to sprinkle them on her body.

The two began to circle around the small courtyard, and occasionally some of Xiao Ying's provocative voices sounded.

"You can't do it, idiot! All day long, either practicing martial arts or in a daze, people are almost stupid! Avoiding the snowball smashed by Xun Ke, Xiao Ying did not forget to take the opportunity to provoke Xun Ke's anger value.

In the middle of the chase and fighting, the courtyard gate opened.

Xu Zhi'an walked in with a food box and was almost hit by Xiao Ying who ran over.

"Grandpa Xu!"

Xiao Ying's eyes lit up, and she jumped up and hugged Xu Zhi'an's other hand, and said aggrievedly: "Xun Ke, he bullied me!" ”

Xun Ke holding a snowball: "."

"Two of you, let's go up and play."

Xu Zhian patted her head, but he was not confused by the appearance, he came to Gu Dan with a food box and scolded: "Why, when I die, I won't even go to the Tai Hospital, right?" ”

"Uncle Xu."

Gu Dan explained helplessly: "You didn't let me pass."

Since he beat the forbidden army, it has been a little different from before.

For example, the last time he went to the Tai Hospital, he was watched by the Tai Hospital's Tai Doctors, and there was a certain bold man who was unwilling to reveal his name, suggesting that since Gu Dan had come, by the way, how about studying the body of the martial arts master for them?

After all, it is the same person, but the body of the martial arts master can be immortal for a hundred years, and the doctors of the Tai Hospital have been curious for a long time.

It's just that in the past, I couldn't even touch a dead martial arts master, and I finally met someone who was still alive and acquaintance, so I had to be bold!

Fortunately, Xu Zhi'an appeared in time to relieve him, and at that time, the group of imperial doctors were already thinking about the usefulness of Heding Red and Arsenic for Martial Arts Grandmasters, which required real experiments.

"If I don't let you go, you won't go?"

Xu Zhi'an raised his eyebrows, and his gray beard shook up and down, like an angry old lion.

Gu Dan: "."

At this moment, he suddenly understood Xun Ke a little.

Fortunately, the courtyard door was pushed open again, and a beautiful figure walked forward, also carrying a food box in his hand, which attracted attention and relieved him.

"Uncle Xu, are you here too?"

Lin Xiaoyi smiled and said hello first, then turned her eyes to staring at Xiao Ying, who was running around the yard, and her voice sank, "Is the little girl in arrears again!" ”

"Mother!"

Seeing Lin Xiaoyi, Xiaoying immediately turned into a good girl again, and hurriedly ran to her, stretched out her little hand to pat the snowflakes falling on her body for her, with a well-behaved smile on her face, "You can count it, I was still thinking about you just now!" It's so cold, you need to wear more! ”

Do you know what an intimate little padded jacket is!

"I'm here all day, and I'm going to be wild. Why don't you go back to the palace for a few days? Lin Xiaoyi pinched Xiao Ying's plump little face and asked.

"I don't want to go to the palace!" Xiao Ying shook her head again and again.

The palace is bored to death, and there are people watching it when they go there, and they can make people sick alive.

"Then be honest, don't always bully Xun Ke!"

Stretching out and nodding his forehead, Lin Xiaoyi admonished.

"I didn't!"

Xiao Ying said affirmatively.

"Dodge and play."

sent Xiaoying away, Lin Xiaoyi also came to the table and put the food box on the table.

"Uncle Xu seems to be in better and better spirits, isn't Brother Gu still in a match? Would you like me to introduce you to some pretty girls from the royal family? ”

Lin Xiaoyi naturally opened her mouth and said with a smile.

"Just him? I'm afraid I won't see him marry in my life! ”

Xu Zhi'an has already given up his plan to continue to marry Gu Dan, and he can see that this kid doesn't want to get married at all!

The three of them got together, and what they talked about was never a major family or national affair, but something trivial about the family's shortcomings, or the children of a certain doctor in the hospital were getting married.

The dark clouds hanging over the head of the big moon seem to be temporarily disappearing with this snowflake.

In the thirty-seventh year of Zongming, the last year recorded with Zongming as the year name, it passed quietly in this calm and undisturbed.

In the small courtyard, it was peaceful.

(End of chapter)