One night.

For those who snooze in winter, such twelve hours are not long nights, let alone monks in retreat, for whom such a night has the illusion of passing by breath.

"Unexpectedly, it took me fifteen hours to practice this Yin Spirit Hand. Su Hong got up, his brows furrowed slightly.

He reached for the storage bag on his waist and patted it gently, revealing an extra set of black clothes in his hand.

"This Long Fei's shirt is worn on my body, and the size is not much different. Su Hong raised his footsteps and walked towards the cave and the cave door.

Snowflakes swept all over the sky, like goose feathers, fluttering one after another, gently falling on every inch of the land of Yue Kingdom, and also falling in front of the door of this cave.

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 down from the gap between his five fingers, and there was a cold touch.

A cold wind blew towards his emaciated body, and the black shirt he was wearing, as well as the black hair covered with a shawl, "rattled" in the cold wind.

He has sharp edges and delicate facial features, and he does not have the sunny atmosphere that a young man should have when he is about twenty years old, 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, or in the three years that people and animals do not go to the miscellaneous area, he has also tried to blend in with the crowd, but he is still out of place.

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

But at this moment, Su Hong is stepping on the snow all over the ground, smiling like a spring breeze and standing on the top of the mountain rock when he turns 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. You have to believe that as long as there is an old man, even if you turn this sect upside down, I can bring you out of this small country safely, and from now on, the world will be big, and you will be happy and happy. “

The words of impermanence and vicissitudes came from his mind, Su Hong looked back at the top of the giant peak, where was the mountain gate of Penglai Sect, and after a while, the monstrous hatred in his eyes was gradually replaced by calm.

"If I don't return to the sect today, when I return to my hometown to visit, it's not too late to kill people and bleed in the sect. Su Hong smiled at the corner of his mouth and said something.

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

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

His black hair over his shawl and the black shirt he wore were not soaked in the cold snow.

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

"It turns out that if the aura is absorbed in the body, it will not appear, and it will still be the feeling of dizziness when it is still a mortal. Su Hong looked down and saw the sea flowing into the distance below.

The sea surface on a snowy day is not as spectacular as the ups and downs on weekdays, which reminds Su Hong of the scenes he went to Penglai Sect three years ago.

The ink came, and the flying sword stayed high in the air for a moment,

"Yunhai County. Su Hong looked down, and the city by the sea in his eyes was only the size of an ant.

"Grandpa, take care of yourself, and when your grandson returns after learning his skills, he will definitely take you to the old man's house, travel above the stars, and see all the mountains and rivers of Yueguo. In Su Hong's mind, the promise he said when he parted echoed, and his smile became even stronger.

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

In that town, there are two old people he respects the most in his life, one is his dearest, grandfather Su Dehai, and the other is Liu Wenju, who is called an old servant but actually 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 a very fast speed, with a full of thoughts, he flew through the dense wind and snow in the ink, flew over Jeju Mansion, and flew to Huai'an Town.

In the sky above Huai'an Town, the flying sword stopped, and it was already two hours later, Su Hong looked at the town below, the little lights, and there was a thick fog in his eyes.

Three years ago, the boy who was thin and introverted, and went to the strange Penglai to cultivate immortals with his dreams, suffered a lot of humiliation, experienced life and death, and finally returned to his hometown on the last day of the old year.

"Huai'an, grandpa, Aoki is back. Su Hong's trembling voice echoed in this night sky where only the wind and snow were whimpering.

He couldn't bear the thoughts in his heart, so he controlled the flying sword, and landed quickly where the lights were shining below.

Huai'an Town, in the sky shrouded in ink, the wind and snow kept whistling in the ears, as if cheering this homesick person, finally returning to its embrace.

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.

Facing the wind and snow, he raised his head and looked at the three big characters on the stone gate, "Huai'an Town", a long-lost familiarity, filling his whole body.

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

In Huai'an Town, on the long street, in front of every house, there are two big red lanterns, which are lit with a few red candles the thickness of thumbs, which illuminate 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, which 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 dense wind and snow, and slowly walking 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 inn and rummaged through the trash cans for food, the woman would raise a wooden stick to the side, curse and chase after him.

Zhang looked at the old man who was hugging him tightly, and after a long time, he sighed lightly, gently placed the coarse porcelain bowl under the ancient locust tree, turned around in the wind and snow, and walked back to the inn.

The old man's messy hair, cloudy eyes, looked at Zhang's back suspiciously, which was in stark contrast to the woman 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 snowy old year, 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 and looked for Su Hong.

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 was a little more worried.

The cold wind outside the building blew the green silk on her forehead, 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.