Late December, the day before the winter solstice.

The disciples' residence in the Lotus Peak of Huangshan Mountain is still lively, but there are a few fewer people.

After all, it has only been more than a month since they came in, and the "half-year inspection period" stipulated by Yang Xi has not yet passed, if something goes wrong, they will naturally be eliminated mercilessly.

In the past 40 days, this group of rookies not only had to do gymnastics, run laps and study Taoist scriptures every day, but also went to Qingluan Peak to reclaim the Taoist fields...... Although the physical fitness has improved, it also makes young people who are accustomed to the modern world feel a little boring.

So under the annoyance, naturally some people committed taboos, and Yang Xi is not an indulgent disciple, as soon as he encounters a foul, he throws people out of Huangshan, and he doesn't even have a chance to let the other party talk nonsense.

Today's group of thirty people has become twenty-three, seventeen men and six women, which is a bit excessive in terms of yang and yin, which is very in line with the ratio of men and women in today's Huaguo.

Fortunately, with Yang Xi's killing of chickens and monkeys, this group of people also understood that their identity as "Xianmen disciples" was not permanent, and they suddenly became more well-behaved, and they were even much more diligent in farming and sweeping.

After a while, this group of people has been cultivated, then he should have a little helper, and he doesn't need to do it himself......

Yang Xi sat in the Taoist temple, drinking tea with a cup and thinking leisurely.

The little apprentice Sun Changliang ran over to him, with a smile on his face that didn't fade.

"Master, tomorrow is the winter solstice, and there is an event going on at Lotus Peak, I want to ask you if you want to take a look?"

The winter solstice is an old tradition in China, and Yang Xi was quite popular in his last life, so he looked at the calendar, and gave the twenty or so rookies a half-day off, and they were not allowed to plant in the afternoon.

Otherwise, where would that group of people have the time to engage in activities?

In fact, in modern times, especially after the advent of the aura era, the rules and festival customs handed down by these ancestors have been picked up again, and the grand ones should be more grand, and the days that have not been paid attention to before must also be done.

In particular, some ill-intentioned people directly proposed to set the birthdays of Taoist sages such as Laozi Zhuangzi as legal holidays, and they would be on holiday for seven days to cultivate immortals, and the happiness was boundless!

Of course, it is impossible for such a proposal to be adopted, the history of the cultivation world is so long, there are dozens of great powers recorded in the classics alone, if each one comes to commemorate it, then do you still have to go to work?

Yang Xi listened to it and thought it was quite interesting - he remembered that at this time last year, people were preparing for "Christmas" from abroad, and there was tinkling music everywhere.

Thinking that he had been staying in Tiandu Peak for the past few days, Yang Xi had the idea of making a move and not letting himself be too salty.

"What are they all tossing?" he asked Sun Changliang.

Sun Changliang replied with a smile, "I'm busy making things to eat during the Winter Solstice Festival!"

The people in the disciple's house come from all over the world, and the customs of each place are different, some people want to eat dumplings on the winter solstice, some want to eat wontons, and people like Sun Changliang who moved from the Northeast are used to eating dumplings.

In order to have a good holiday, they are not as boring as the "sweet and salty party" on the Internet, anyway, there are a lot of ingredients, and they can do whatever they are used to, and everyone will eat a big pot of rice together.

"And hot pot, Master, can you go and take a look?"

Sun Changliang also knew his master's taste, so he specially mentioned it.

Yang Xi originally had some ideas, but when he heard this, he was even more moved, and he got up and wanted to go to Lotus Peak with the little apprentice.

He called for three pets and took them to feel the excitement of humans.

One person rode a leopard, and on the way, Yang Xi had to ask Sun Changliang, "Where is your senior brother?"

"Senior brother is there to help too. ”

Zhao Zhiliang is now a celebrity in the Lotus Peak, under the constraints of Yang Xi, although he is a wave, but it is not to the point of disgust, but it makes some people who have been in contact with the second yuan very welcome, people give the nickname "Friends of Women", and discuss cosmetics with those six women every day, and they are about to evolve into beauty bloggers.

When Yang Xi heard this, he just snorted, naturally understanding Zhao Zhiliang's problem.

But thinking that after the other party learned formal makeup skills from real women, he didn't dress up like a singing actor anymore, which was much more pleasing to the eye, and he didn't bother to say it.

When the two of them walked to Lotus Peak, they saw that the cafeteria was in full swing, and there was constantly billowing hot air coming out of the exhaust pipe, full of smoke and fire.

Sun Fu and a few aunts were leaning around the young man and commanding, "You can't wrap this dumpling, there are too many fillings, and the skin is pinched and broken...... I'll come, I'll come, look at me!"

"Rubbing rice balls, selling rice balls, the rice balls I make are sweet and sweet~" Someone with a hand full of flour, pulling his throat and singing while working, the people on the side looked disgusted.

Sun Changliang fell to the ground, and he couldn't wait to run over and stand with his father making dumplings.

"The Dharma Master is here!"

Someone saw Yang Xi's shadow and immediately shouted, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

There is no way, since these days, Yang Xi has established authority for himself, as the master of the first line, he can't let his disciples see him and he is not serious, right?

Of course, there are also rookies who don't have deep contact with him, and they give Yang Xi a mysterious aura, not everyone will be like the protagonist, and they will choose to die when they encounter something powerful and strange that they don't understand.

"Go on, what am I doing? Didn't you say there is a hot pot here?"

Yang Xi waved his sleeves and told them not to care about themselves, and the person ran directly to the edge of the cauldron with boiling water to take a look, and asked the person holding the spoon next to him, "How much have you made?"

"I've only made about a hundred, and I'm going to get eight hundred......"

The person who replied looked a little restrained, rubbed his hands and told Yang Xi.

With the addition of Sun Fu and others who came to help, there are almost forty of them, and according to the calculation of twenty per person, that's all - after the initial cultivation, everyone has a big appetite, and they can eat three bowls of rice per meal, plus in addition to dumpling rice balls, mutton soup and hot pot, this can feed everyone.

"Oh, how are you going to get the hot pot?"

"We're going to make a mandarin duck pot, after all, not everyone can eat spicy food!"

"Remember to prepare one for me, and I'll join in the fun!"

"Good...... Ahh

Aren't the immortals all drinking wind and dew, and why would they come to eat dumplings with them?

"What's the fuss!

Yang Xixin said that the immortals also cultivated from mortals step by step, who has not experienced eating, drinking, and Lazar?

Little fairies can fart too!

He slipped to Sun Fu's side, rolled up his sleeves and learned to pinch dumplings with him - the dumplings in the Sui and Tang dynasties were not the same as the current ones, and the old ghost Yang in his previous life was even more eye-catching, and it was impossible to do this kind of ordinary people's work.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been grinding in the jade plate for so many years, Old Ghost Yang would not even have done the work of carrying water with a hoe.

The father and son of the Sun family and Yang Xi have been mixed for a long time, and they have to be more relaxed when they get along, and they will sometimes correct Yang Xi when they see that Yang Xi is doing something wrong.

At first, the people around him only dared to sneak a squint at him, but when they looked at the people talking and laughing, Yang Xi restrained the coercion of the immortals very well, and the face of a teenager was extremely confusing, and the atmosphere was lively again.

Tossed until the middle of the night, a bunch of people ate hundreds of dumplings and dumplings, Yang Xi sat next to him with a bowl of mutton soup, and the young people rubbed their stomachs on the table when they were tired of playing, Sun Changliang was no exception, Sun Fu and others were cleaning up the mess and swept down several bags of residues from the table.

It's as lively as the New Year.

However, in ancient times, the winter solstice was similar to the Spring Festival, both of which were sent to usher...... When it comes to the New Year, this group of people will definitely go home for reunion, and they will not stay in Huangshan, so they should take the opportunity of the winter solstice to celebrate in advance.

Yang Xi suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to, but unfortunately everyone was lying on his stomach now, he looked around, and there was a "draw your sword and look around".

Touching his chin, he went to the kitchen to order a large pot of soup, found a few large lunch boxes and packed them, and planned to take them out.

He performed a small trick, and seven or eight lunch boxes actually made Yang Xi all fold up his sleeves.

Hey, this looks like Zhen Yuanzi's "Sleeve Universe", but it's a pity that the immortals don't have the ability to pretend to be the four corners of the world, at most they can only pack a few lunch boxes to deliver takeaways to people, and they made a fortune by relying on Meituan Eleme.

"Where are you going?"

Sun Fuzheng was carrying a garbage bag, and when he saw Yang Xi's actions, he asked curiously.

"Go to the East China Sea and see one of my juniors. ”

"You guys have a good job, I'll be back at dawn!"

He summoned the Red Sky Sword, and Edgeworth Feiyun headed towards the East China Sea.