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Chapter 616: Ancestral Ancestral Hall

Seeing Wangcai rolling on the snow on the cliff platform, Ye Xiaochuan smiled almost from ear to ear, and said, "Don't spill it, you have to diet to lose weight when you think about the cliff!"

The cold steamed buns were really not delicious, and he almost broke his newly grown front teeth again, and after cursing a few times that Sun Yao was inhumane, he thought of making it himself.

There was no firewood on a snowy day, so he grabbed Wangcai and let Wangcai breathe fire.

This trick is really good, Wangcai can carry out the simplest fire-breathing, with a mouth, a flame erupted, Ye Xiaochuan was caught off guard, and almost burned his hair, but the steamed buns in his hands were not so lucky, they were roasted and scorched black, and the steamed buns baked by Yun Qiyou definitely had a fight.

Fortunately, there is also a cold steamed bun in the food box, this time I told Wangcai several times not to spew out too strong flames, just a little bit, twisted a pine branch from the crooked neck old pine tree next to him, and inserted it in the steamed bun.

This time the effect was really much better, a two-foot-long flame erupted from Wangcai's mouth, Ye Xiaochuan put the steamed bun on it and turned it around a few times before it was roasted golden, took a bite of himself, gave Wangcai a mouthful, and the two brothers and sisters began to live a hard life.

The days on the cliff are very simple, more boring than in the cave of Xuan Ying, how to say that in the cave there is still Xuan Ying talking to himself every day, on the cliff of Siguo, the simplest right to speak is ruthlessly deprived, just a only knows the prosperity of the twitter, it can understand what you mean, but you don't understand what it is talking about.

This is the generation gap.

Situ Feng left early, he used to teach Ye Xiaochuan the magic of the beast, but before he had time to learn it, this old guy was gone.

Until now, Ye Xiaochuan has not figured out what is sealed in the energy in the sea of his soul, last time he wanted to ask Xuan Ying to help open it in the cave, but Xuan Ying didn't even lend a hand to help with this little thing, saying that since it was left to you by Situ Feng, you should dig it yourself.

This is complete, Xuan Ying is just looking for an excuse for laziness.

The things that Situ Feng left in the sea of his soul need the spiritual silence realm to open, and he estimates that it will take three or five years to recover to the peak stage of cultivation, that is, the middle stage of out-of-body development.

It is estimated that I don't want to reach the realm of spiritual silence in one hundred and eighty years, thinking that everyone is a dead pervert who is begging for you, and it only took more than ten years to reach the realm of spiritual silence.

Half of the steamed buns were basically fed to the greedy Wangcai, and the small half dish of pickles was also eaten by the Wangcai chick like rice, looking at Wangcai who pretended to be dead on the ground after eating, Ye Xiaochuan grabbed a handful of snow and kneaded it into a snow ball and smashed it.

"Don't pretend to be dead, get up and lose weight quickly, if you want to eat something delicious, fly up and find it yourself, if you can fly, you can catch some mountain-jumping pheasants, even wild boars. ”

Ye Xiaochuan found the right way, this is the only motivation for Wangcai to lose weight, sure enough, Wangcai, who was half-dead just now, immediately turned over a carp, and under the command of Ye Xiaochuan, he fluttered his wings and fluttered around on the cliff, seemingly making up his mind to lose a body of fat and meat.

The heavy snow has been falling intermittently for three or four days, and the snow is almost four feet thick, no one has come to see him in the past few days, and his favorite little sister has not come, and he eats bran vegetables all day long, which makes Ye Xiaochuan even more contemptuous of Sun Yao's villain behavior of communiqué personal vendetta.

Fortunately, the flesh wound on the buttocks has scarred after four days of recuperation, and Ye Xiaochuan no longer needs to lie on the brocade quilt every day, and can already stand up and walk around.

If you can act, you naturally have to build a shack for yourself, and now Siguo Cliff was dug out of a big hole by Yu Jizi in order to find the treasure of the ancestor, which is nearly a foot deep, and the rain and snow can't get in, but the cold wind after the snow in winter is really fatal.

Ye Xiaochuan adhered to the fine tradition of having enough food and clothing by himself, on the north side of the Broken Sky Cliff, he made a lot of big stones, the stones were not enough, and he dug down a lot from the stone wall with a bladeless sword, piled up a simple stone wall, pruned the old pine tree with a crooked neck, cut off the excess branches and made it into a simple small wooden door, and then found some moldy bedding, bed sheets, and tattered clothes from the Qiankun, and blocked the leaky place, and a simple and warm shack was built.

The space inside is quite large, the bedding is spread on the ground, and there is a large open space, Ye Xiaochuan thought that he could set up a pot and build a fire, so that he would not need to eat steamed bread and pickles every day in the future, and he could marry someone warm or something while improving his food.

The night is deep, the back mountain is quiet, and in the cold winter and snowy night, no one has the leisure and elegance to enjoy this rare cloud and snow scene.

The heavy snow stopped, there was a thick fog in the mountains, the white-clothed cloud begging walked on the thick snow, she didn't know why she came to this back mountain, it had been seven days, she had struggled in her heart for seven days, and finally walked out of Yuanshui Xiaozhu tonight, originally wanted to go to Qingluan Pavilion to meditate, but the moment she walked out of Yuanshui Xiaozhu, she walked on the road to the back mountain.

The snow had obscured the original road, and even all the surrounding ginseng creations had become the only silver-white, and the mist was so thick that the stars could not be seen, and the clouds had walked for a long time.

She thought she had arrived at the moon platform, but found that the fog in front of her seemed to be thinner, and the lights were looming in the fog.

Her willow eyebrows furrowed, and she slowly walked towards the light in the dark mist, and when she got closer, she realized that she had taken the wrong path, and in her heart she actually wanted to go to the moon platform and take a look at the young man from a distance.

But he walked to the forbidden land in the back mountain, the ancestral hall.

There is only one bluestone road from the front mountain to the back mountain, but when it is about to reach the back mountain, the road is divided into two, one is to extend to the southwest, leading to the moon platform and Siguo Cliff, and the other is to extend to the northwest direction, leading to the almost most important forbidden place of Cangyun Gate, the ancestral hall.

The roof of the antique house was covered with snow, and two white lanterns hung at the entrance of the house, and the light emitted in the mist was a little dim and a little seeping.

Yun Qiyou has been to this place, and I also know that this is the ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestors of Cangyunmen.

She even knew that there was a quiet bamboo forest behind the ancestral hall, and many peerless masters of Cangyun Sect lived in seclusion in the bamboo forest.

The two white-bearded old men I met in the valley behind the peak of Mount Meru two years ago came out of the bamboo forest.

This place is forbidden land, and she saw clearly that she walked to the ancestral hall in a daze, and then turned around and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, at this time, a deep voice suddenly came from inside the big house: "It's lonely and cold in the middle of the night, and the snow covers the mountains, why don't you come in and drink a cup of bad tea to warm up and drive away the cold, and give the ancestors of the past generations a fresh fragrance." ”