The sun turned from east to west, and soon the sunset was full, Zhang Pingyi, who had been busy all day, and Xiao Baoling, who had been playing for a day, finally ushered in the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, for this meal, Zhang Pingyi was busy for nearly an afternoon, which was not abundant.

Set up the dining table, set up the dishes and chopsticks, Xiao Baoling held a small white porcelain bowl painted with the shape of the ninety-nine peaks of Gesoap Mountain in one hand, and there was a poem in small seal script in the blank space:

The shadow of the hall is covered by high and low clouds, and the pine shade lingers around.

From now on, don't be tired of hairpins, not to be unable to come.

The other hand holds a pair of green bamboo chopsticks, and the upper part of the chopsticks is engraved with the four characters of green bamboo and cuiwei, which are small and cute, and they contrast with each other.

At this moment, Xiao Baoling was waiting for Uncle Xiao to bring the food to him.

However, the boy did not rush to serve the food, but first divided each dish and put it on the offering table in front of the statue, the custom of the boy's hometown. Although it is said that the local customs are followed, but the mountains and mountains are completely different situations, and the young man can only come according to the customs of his hometown.

After everything was cleaned up, just waiting for the meal to start, Qi Mengyao came slowly. Without saying a word, I first found a position close to Uncle Baoling and sat down, and then learned the posture of Uncle Baoling, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and sat and waited for the food to be served.

Zhang Pingyi couldn't cry or laugh when he watched from the sidelines, even if his senior sister Qi came so punctually every time, she still looked like she was eating someone else's food as a matter of course. This made the young man can't help but worry about his lifelong events, how can he marry his senior sister in the future?

After thinking about it for a long time, the teenager still found that this problem was not something he could solve, so he simply stopped thinking about it and went to the kitchen to serve all the dishes with rich styles, and then the boy took out three porcelain bowls, all filled with rice, and inserted a pair of chopsticks into each bowl and put them on the table.

This is to eat the "New Year's meal", the three portions of rice represent Zhang Pingyi's parents and teachers, and the three pairs of chopsticks inserted in the rice represent the three people who hope that the three closest relatives who are no longer in the world will be safe and happy in the next year.

Zhang Ping looked at the two of them who couldn't wait, officially announced the start of the meal, and then without waiting for the words to fall, the two couldn't wait to start, completely ignoring the appearance of eating.

This is the first time the three of them have eaten Chinese New Year's Eve together, and the teenager doesn't know if he will be able to sit together like this next year?

Zhang Pingyi sandwiched the two chicken legs of the only old hen on the table, one by one, into the bowl of the two.

Respect the old and love the young.

—— —— ——

The main peak of Gesoap Mountain, Lingyun Peak.

There is a place much higher above the clouds, there is a Taoist temple, there is a middle-aged Taoist who is in retreat in the temple, his expression is solemn, his eyes are closed, the Taoist at this time is short of breath, and he is sweating profusely in an instant, as if he remembered something that made him miserable.

However, the Taoist seemed to have figured out something, and soon his expression relaxed, and his breathing stabilized, and after a while, the Taoist's breathing was almost inaudible, but the original momentum of the heavenly body was gradually collected in the body, and the Taoist at this time was actually no different from the fortune teller holding a hexagram flag in the world.

A real return to basics!

Then the Taoist opened his eyes, the original sweat was all gone, and the clothes on his body seemed to be new, and he slowly got up, the Taoist pushed open the temple door, walked to a cliff with excellent scenery not far from the door, and saluted respectfully, "Disciple Ge Sen, meet the master!" Thank you for your help!"

It turned out that as early as the most dangerous moment of the Taoist retreat, another Taoist had already arrived here, looking out from the cliffside.

"This time, you are more than a hundred times more terrifying than the attack of the heart demon, but you can go all the way and point to your heart, which shows your heart talent, even if I don't make a move, this time you will only have no danger at most. I'm just doing it. You have just broken through the realm and seen the magnificent scenery at a higher place, and you should understand how heavy the word Zhenjun is, and now you can really bear these two words, and don't fall into the title of Zhenjun. ”

"Disciple, remember the teachings of the master!"

At this time, the true monarch of the Lingbao Sect, who had just broken the mirror, was the true pillar of Taoism, but he respectfully performed the disciple salute before that one, and even a little restrained. Even with the current cultivation realm, looking at the Daoist in front of him, who looks even younger than himself, is still cloudy, blurry, and unreally. The Taoist knew that the gap between himself and the person in front of him was still too much after all.

The mountains look up.

It turned out that this Daoist who had just broken through the barrier and was among the real top figures in this world was the victorious person in this blessed land, Ge Zhenren, the sect leader of the Lingbao Sect. And the Taoist who was looking out on the cliffside was the true originator of the Lingbao Sect, Yuchen Daojun.

Then the two returned to the Taoist retreat before the Taoist temple, sat cross-legged, Yuchen Daojun chatted casually, but it was just a question and an answer, what Yuchen Daojun asked, Ge Zhenren answered.

In fact, Ge Daoren still didn't understand why the sect leader returned to this world, but it definitely wasn't for his own retreat, so before understanding the true intention of Daojun, Ge Zhenren was a little apprehensive and didn't dare to say more.

So there is the current situation.

In the end, Ge Daoren really couldn't hold back, and asked the most important question today, "I don't know what the so-called thing is that the master of the sect returns to the world?"

Yuchen Daojun was silent for a moment and sighed, "You must already know about your senior brother's sitting. ”

"Senior brother sat down when he walked down the mountain, and now I am afraid that he has entered reincarnation, but this is not the first time, although I don't know what kind of path the senior brother walks, but I think it must not be an ordinary path, otherwise I don't have to fall into reincarnation so often. Could it be that Senior Brother has something wrong with this reincarnation?"

"You should know that the true qi of the entire Pavilion Soap Mountain Blessed Land and the Lingbao Sect is not a group of genius disciples, not the mountain top elders in the sect, nor you Ge Sen, but your senior brother, but this time your senior brother sat down, but did not enter reincarnation, but the real body and death Dao Elimination. If it weren't for your senior brother who asked you to bring Xie Baoling back to the sect in the early years, and then transferred all the luck of the Lingbao Sect to Xiao Baoling, I'm afraid that my Lingbao lineage would have collapsed this time. There is no possibility of entering the five veins of Taoism within a thousand years!"

Hearing this, Ge Zhenren suddenly got up, and he couldn't care about being in front of him, and he was shocked beyond measure. It took a long time to suppress the layers of ripples that had risen in the heart lake.

Yuchen Daojun is actually a little angry, this junior of his own, is so amazing, and if he is given a little time, he may really be able to walk out of a road that no one has walked before. It's a pity that this path is so terrifying that many people can't let him live.

After all, even his own master once said that he didn't dare to be the first in the world!

—— —— ——

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner quickly disappeared under the wind and clouds of the three, and then Zhang Pingyi went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks and the stove room, which had to be done tonight, according to the customs of the teenager's hometown, he had to eat vegetarian all day tomorrow and was not allowed to use the stove.

The remaining two sat on their chairs, and the two of them were really full, especially the fish soup made of dragon's whisker fish in the Dragon Pond, which was extremely delicious. The two of them don't even have the strength to walk now.

However, Qi Mengyao would not stay here overnight, and after resting for a while, she quickly started cultivating, digested the food quickly, and then said goodbye and left.

After the girl left, Zhang Ping closed the courtyard door, tonight to "light the New Year's fire", every room should be lit up all night, even the stove room, the poultry house is no exception, this is called the New Year, farewell to the old year, welcome the New Year. At this time, parents have to give their children New Year's money, so Zhang Pingyi called Xiao Baoling to his side, and took out the New Year's money that had been prepared in his arms, three old copper coins and a wooden pen, and the pen also had two small characters engraved by the boy himself - willow core.

Three copper coins are the early years of the blind people to the teenager of the New Year's money, one a year, until the young man is eight years old after the horn years have not been given, these three copper coins can be said to be the last belongings of the teenager, in addition, the teenager is really poor jingle bell.

And the willow wood pen engraved with the word willow core is made of a small piece of willow core of the huge willow branch that the young man and the old willow in the pond asked for the last time the two went to Longtan.

Xiao Baoling, who received the New Year's money, was very excited, especially the Xuanbi that had been thinking about it for a long time, and it was even more treasured.

It turns out that Uncle Xiao remembers it.

It was late at night, and the young little Baoling couldn't stay up late, so he fell asleep early, and was sent back to the bed in the house by Zhang Pingyi, but when the young man wanted to put aside the Xuan pen and the New Year's money held by the sleeping little Baoling, he couldn't take it out, and was held to death by the girl.

The boy had no choice but to give up.

Back in his room, Zhang Pingyi guarded the bright candle on the table, and while continuing to keep vigil, he recalled his experience in the past few years.

I can't help but sigh,

Year after year......