"Unexpectedly, it took me fifteen hours to practice a Yin Spirit Hand. Su Hong stood up, very annoyed in his heart.

He originally planned to go out of the customs before dawn today, but unexpectedly, in the last simple link, there was a mistake.

"I hope that the delay of these four hours will not disrupt my trip back to Huai'an Town tonight. Su Hong shook his head helplessly, reached out and patted the storage bag on his waist, and instantly had an extra set of black clothes in his hand.

"Yes, this Long Fei's clothes are worn on me, and the size is not much different?" Su Hong straightened the neckline of his shirt and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Snowflakes swept all over the sky, like goose feathers, fluttering one after another, gently falling in front of the cave door.

Su Hong stretched out his palm, and the snowflakes fell quietly in the palm of his hand, turning into a puddle of snow water, flowing to the ground from the gap between his five fingers.

A cold wind blew, and the black shirt he was wearing and the black hair with a shawl on his head made a "whoosh" sound in the cold wind.

He has sharp edges and delicate facial features, and he does not have the sunny atmosphere on his face that a young man in his twenties should have, and some are just cold, with a touch of loneliness.

There is such a kind of person in this world, who comes with loneliness from birth, and as he grows up, this loneliness not only does not leave him, but seems to be a little more intense than before.

Su Hong belongs to such a person, whether it is in Huai'an Town or in the miscellaneous area, he has also tried to blend in with the crowd, but his heart is incompatible with the crowd after all.

In his life, except for those few relatives and friends, no one can make him smile genuinely.

But at this moment, Su Hong is stepping on the snow, smiling like a spring breeze, standing on the mountain rock when he turned into a spirit, looking at the other side of the North Sea, the direction of Jeju.

"Su Hong, start your path of revenge, take your hatred, and kill back to the sect. Even if you turn this sect upside down, the old man is sure to bring you out of this small country safely. “

Su Hong's mind came with the arrogant words of impermanence and vicissitudes, and he looked back at the giant peak, his eyes revealing a monstrous murderous intent.

"If I don't go back to the sect today, it's not too late for me to return to my hometown to visit, and to take revenge. Su Hong gritted his teeth and transmitted, gradually hiding the monstrous murderous intent in his eyes.

He raised his hand and slapped it on his waist, only to see a flash of black light, and the long sword with a black body floating in front of him.

Su Hong did not hesitate, his body jumped slightly, stood on the sword body steadily, faced the wind and snow, and flew quickly in the direction of Jeju.

The wind and snow rushed towards him, and Su Hong used his spiritual power to surround the surroundings, thus forming an invisible barrier that blocked the wind and snow.

"It turns out that if you absorb the aura in your body, you won't have the dizziness you felt three years ago. Su Hong looked down and remembered the embarrassment he felt when he first entered the Penglai Sect and stepped on Zhou Lin's flying sword.

At that time, Su Hong could only stand behind Zhou Lin, holding the latter's shoulders tightly with both hands, afraid that if he was not careful, he would fall off the cliff and fall to pieces.

"When Lao Tzu returns to Penglai Sect, it will be the day when you die without a burial. Su Hong glanced at the black sword under his feet, and then he would use this sword to cut off Zhou Lin's head to avenge the seizure of Dan at that time.

When the ink fell, the flying sword stopped above a city,

"Yunhai County. The city by the sea in Su Hong's eyes only has an ant-sized figure.

He smiled, remembering the promise he had made when he parted with Su Dehai.

"Huai'an, I'm Su Hong, I'm back. Su Hong's heart came to mind, the outline of the town that carried him for more than ten years.

In the town, there are two old people he respects most in his life, one is his dearest, grandfather Su Dehai. The other person is the same generation as his grandfather, Liu Wenju, the old man of the Su family who treats him like a grandson.

Su Hong's heart was beating wildly, using all the spiritual power in his body, controlling the flying sword, and in an instant, the flying sword was like a "brush" of a bow with a full moon. At great speed, with his thoughts, he flew through the dense wind and snow in the ink, flew over Jeju Mansion, and flew to Huai'an Town.

In the ink-colored night sky of Huai'an Town, when the flying sword suddenly stopped, it was already two hours later.

Su Hong looked down, the town that emitted a little light, and remembered which scene when he set off from here.

At that time, with a thin body, an introverted personality, and an ideal in his heart, he embarked on the road to Penglai to apprentice.

Unexpectedly, what was waiting for him was the bullying of Zhao Gui and Zhou Lin, after experiencing life and death, he finally returned to his hometown on the last night of the old year, which made him think about it day and night.

"It's been three years, are you okay?" Su Hong's mind came to mind the appearance of the two old men three years ago.

"Wait for me, Aoki, you're back. Su Hong controlled the flying sword and walked quickly towards the place where the lights were emitted.

Not long after, the flying sword landed in front of the stone gate, turned into a black light, and flew into the storage bag on Su Hong's waist.

"Huai'an Town. Su Hong raised his head, facing the wind and snow, and quietly looked at the three big characters on the stone door, a long-lost familiarity filled his whole body.

Su Hong took a deep breath of this familiar breath, listened to the cheers from the long street in the town, and slowly closed his eyes, feeling this long-awaited return alone.

In Huai'an Town, on the long street, there are two big red lanterns hanging in front of every house, and a few red candles as thick as thumbs are lit inside, illuminating the sky over the whole town.

On this day every year, you can see this in front of the shops on both sides of the street.

A child of seven or eight years old, holding several fireworks bamboo tubes that exceeded his height, came to the side of a rough man.

"Daddy, daddy, Di'er wants to see it, click on this, click on this. The child kept twisting his body and handed one of the fireworks bamboo tubes to the man's eyes.

At this time, those men who are fathers will be like the greasy-skinned men in the "Wang Ji Blacksmith Shop" in front of them.

He stretched out his calloused right hand, gently rubbed the messy hair on the top of the child's head, took the fireworks bamboo tube in the child's hand, and said with a doting smile: "Di'er, you are optimistic, Daddy will light the fireworks for you that can only be seen during the Spring Festival." “

As the man lit the fireworks in his hand and exploded in the sky above Huai'an Town, the people of the whole town became extremely friendly on the last night of the old year.

Even in the center of the town, opposite the ancient locust tree, the proprietress of the Tianyue Inn, Zhang, was the same.

Although Zhang is the most budget-conscious mother-in-law in the town, she is holding a large porcelain bowl with pig's trotters at the moment, braving the cold wind and snow, and slowly walked under the ancient locust tree that has stood for many years.

Under the ancient locust tree, there was an old man with greasy clothes and disheveled white hair, who leaned his back against the tree pole and hugged his shivering body tightly in a ball.

Under the old man's messy hair, his eyes were cloudy, and when he saw the woman walking in the wind and snow, he hugged his shivering body tighter.

In his limited memory, every time he went to the front of the inn and rummaged through the trash cans for food, the woman would raise the wooden stick on the side, curse and curse, and chase after him.

Zhang Shi looked at the embarrassed old man in front of her, and after a long time, she sighed secretly, gently placed the coarse porcelain bowl under the ancient locust tree, turned around and walked back to the inn in the wind and snow.

The old man stared at Zhang's back suspiciously, this woman's actions today seemed to be in stark contrast to the fierce mother-in-law in his memory.

But in the coarse porcelain bowl, the meaty pig's trotters, and the "cooing" sound from the belly did not allow him to think about it.

He stretched out his dirty, greasy hands, took the pig's trotters in his hands, buried them in his messy gray hair, and devoured them with great gusto.

On the last night of the snow, everything was so peaceful, everyone was so friendly, but there was only one person, and her heart was full of melancholy.

This person is Zhou Ting, who returned to Huai'an from Penglai Sect to find Su Hong.

At this moment, she was dressed in white, standing in front of the window on the top floor of the Tianyue Inn, looking at the crowd cheering in the wind and snow downstairs, and the worry in her heart increased a little.

The cold wind outside the building blew the green silk on her forehead, and she stretched out her slender jade hand and hung the green silk on the side of her cheek behind her ear, showing her beautiful face.

"Su Hong, haven't you returned to Huai'an Town, why have I searched all the streets and alleys, but there is still no trace of you?" Zhou Ting's lips moved slightly, and she muttered in a low voice.