The cold wind mixed with snow chips blew across Zhao Yingluo's side face, he tightened the light fur on his body, took a deep breath of cool air, and was cold to his heart, but the mood was happy, pushing open the door, the cold wind on his face brought the breath of the festival.

He lay lazily on the kang than he was used to, listening to the whimpering north wind blowing on the wooden window lattice, the white sealing paper rattled, or the "crackling" sound of the firewood burning in the stove, his heart was warm and comfortable, as if returning to his grandmother's pillow when he was a child, the arms of his sister when he was a child, two lines of tears crossed his face, wet the pillow, blooming like a peach blossom, decorating whose memory.

Get up and open the door, and habitually go to the refining room in the semi-basement in the southeast corner of the small courtyard. Dongfang belongs to wood, and the fire of the South Soul is growing stronger and more under the help of Dongfang Yimu, and even the success rate of refining with him has also increased, of course, this may just be his own wishful thinking, maybe the strong desire to succeed and the perseverance of repeated trials are the key to this.

After coming to Shuangyue City for three years, the twenty-year-old Zhao Ying has become well-known in the refining industry in the southern suburbs. In the warm refining room, he was carefully controlling the ice-blue flame, the Soul Thorn, repeatedly removing the impurities from a gray boulder.

Mana control fire is not an easy task, although this kind of thing Zhao Yingluo has been doing for ten years. In the past ten years, with the improvement of his Taoism, his mana has become more powerful, his operation has become more and more smooth, and his control over the Assassin Soul has become more and more free. With the refining of the Grey Boulder by the Ice Blue Flame Piercing Soul, the Cold Flame Transformation Earth Determination in his body had been running on its own for two weeks. After the completion of the work, the thorn soul was like a wisp of blue light smoke drifting into the silver thorn stud ear in Zhao Yingluo's right ear, weird but natural, the gray and silver thorn stud earrings seemed to have a touch of ice blue because of the entry of the stabbing soul, adding a little aura.

After half an hour of refining, from the semi-basement to the stairs, the world of ice and snow outside has been brightened, and the cold wind is still raging in the world of silver. With his right hand twisting the law, turning the mana into a broom, Zhao Yingluo began to clean up the snow in the courtyard and in front of the door, and the smell of gunpowder after the firecrackers burned out wafted in the air, which was the taste of the festival.

In front of the main street of the southern city, the dazzling snow has left many footprints of different sizes, different shades, and different directions, the same are left by people who get up early to make a living.

"Yo, little brother, don't get up early today!" Zhao Yingluo knew that it was Sister Liu on the same street who was talking when he heard the voice, and habitually touched two meat buns from her stall, and the money was not paid, leaving the other party with a hurried back, waving his hand, he shouted: "I got up late because the upstairs was closed, and there was no pay for work, so the money for the buns was owed first." ”

"This stinky boy......" Sister Liu muttered in her mouth, her eyes were full of pity, and she watched Zhao Yingluo's back turn around the corner.

After bypassing a few streets, he came to the main street of the southern city, Giant Lane, which has several versions in the legends of the old people in Shuangyue City, among which the most widely circulated and most people are vying to talk about: At that time, the city's wealthy Yuwen family dominated the northeast of the Sichuan Sea Continent, killed two great monks in the Desert War, and captured countless beauties, slaves, and trophies, and its reputation was unparalleled for a while. Among them, the captured giants were the most cherished, and the nobles and squires of the wealthy side in the city of Shuangyue at that time were proud to be able to compete for such a giant. At that time, the head of the family Yu Wenye requisitioned more than 20 giant slaves, spent a huge amount of money to dig the mountain and dig stones, and paved this giant alley, which was passed down as a good story at that time and in later generations.

The "Wanbao Zhai" where Zhao Yingluo works is in the depths of the alley, so he is no stranger to this place. The snow in the alley has long been cleaned by the men of the trading house, and the snow boots step on the rough and heavy stone slabs, occasionally making a "creaking" sound, looking up at the tall buildings on both sides of the alley, although he has been working here for three years, but every time he passes by here, he can't help but sigh at the feat of the Yuwen family.

At this moment, the original shops on both sides of Giant Lane are pasted with festive Spring Festival couplets, and the red lanterns are also hung high. At the same time, all kinds of bulk merchants on both sides of the alley have also set up stalls, all vying to sell their goods, all kinds of shouting and bargaining are endless, Zhao Yingluo frowned, but he was also happy. This kind of scene is rare, and the deacons of the trading houses are only allowed to set up stalls in the Giant's Lane at certain times of the year, and the rest of the time, the vendors have their own stalls in the fixed market. The Chinese New Year is clearly one of these specific time periods, and this is where the firm's brilliance lies: it captures business opportunities while respecting the traditions of the city.

Zhao Yingluo's purpose in coming to Giant Lane is very clear, to buy Spring Festival couplets, New Year paintings, incense candles, bowls and chopsticks, paper money and other things. I also stopped by to see if I could pick up the leak, and with the vision of his Wanbao Zhai guys, I believe that if I am lucky, I can gain something. At a gathering of retail merchants last year, he purchased a piece of fine refining material, Meteorite Iron, at a low price of a few medium-grade spirit stones, and the grade of the cold light dagger produced rarely reached the level of a high-grade magic weapon, which was a sensation in their small circle, and he couldn't help but secretly clench his fists when he thought of this.

The vendors' stalls were in good order, and after passing through the stalls selling talismans, he came to the New Year's painting area. Placed on the ground and hung on the wall, there are many but not complicated, miscellaneous and not messy. Walking along the narrow path of the area, he lost his mind for a moment, as if he had returned to the depths of his memory, and saw the child lying on the back of his grandmother. "Grandmother, that carp is good, that pine tree is good, and that jade Ruyi is good......" "Good, good, good, all good......" Grandmother said dotingly, her eyes and face full of love. Zhao Yingluo shook his head and walked out of the memories, he knew that what was lost could not be regained, but scenes like this could always touch the softest part of his heart - perhaps only in a dream could he go back to the past.

"Uncle, how much is this New Year's painting of 'Nine Carp Offering Treasures'? Well, this painting of 'Pine Crane Longevity' also looks good. "Little brother, let's have two more, sell it cheaply, the year is over, it's cold today, sell it early and close the stall home." How about you look at this 'Lots of Sons and Blessings'? This 'Lady Picture' is also good. When Zhao Yingluo wanted to pay, the stall owner lost no time in selling his goods.

"Shopkeeper, let's have a 'lady picture' and reveal a beautiful daughter-in-law to my eldest grandson and go home. At this time, he remembered the scene when his grandmother bought New Year's pictures behind his back. touched the purple pendant worn close to his neck, it was still hard, and Zhao Ying wet his eyes with tears. I can't see through how to cultivate immortals, and I can't forget how to move forward?

Sighing lightly, Zhao Yingluo listened to the stall owner's suggestion, and bought "Many Sons and Many Blessings" and "Lady Picture". "You don't have to look for the odds, it's not easy to ......", after taking these New Year's paintings from the stall owner, he turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't notice that under the other party's honest appearance, a trace of shrewdness flashed in the depths of his eyes. Just like the ice thorn magic weapon that is obliquely inserted in his right ear, the blue streamer that occasionally spills out.