It was getting dark, and it was night.

Even Jiang Xiaoman never thought that he would stay in the Moon Tower for nearly a day.

Looking at the slightly reddened sky outside the window, there were no stars and moons, so I simply ordered a few more side dishes and solved it with dinner.

More than 100 taels of snowflake silver were thrown out.

The restaurant is not as good as the green building, and it can sell 120,000 taels of gold in one night.

Although there is a lot of income on weekdays, it is better than a long stream.

When you go out, since you are not bad for silver now, there is no reason to pick and search.

Therefore, hundreds of white flowers and silver were handed out every day, and Jiang Xiaoman did not feel distressed at all.

Although when I left Fancheng, I spent a period of time frugally and bitterly.

But in the final analysis, for teenagers, they have never had a concept of silver.

In the past, when I was at home, my mother presided over Zhang Luo for food and clothing.

Even if the husband is the Nine Emperors of Great Xia who can cover the sky with one hand on the border.

Over the years, Lin Mei, who has lived in a simple place and settled in the 'small home' of Vermilion Bird City, has been simple in everything.

The summer clothes and winter clothes of the two children are all hand-sewn, the summer clothes are made of Shu brocade, which ordinary people can afford, and the winter clothes are mainly animal skin cotton jackets.

The county lord who returned to the ruins country has a delicate heart, and the female red needlework is all at his fingertips.

The so-called poor and rich daughters are the same in the Vermilion Bird City Flame Overseer's Mansion where the gate wall is no lower than any mansion in the Southern Regions.

So compared to Jiang Xiaoman, Lin Mei is really willing to leave Jiang Mo.

In the past, Mo Li's silk skirt could be worth more than ten clothes of Xiaoman'er.

If it is said that motherhood is inevitably partial, it is no wonder that people are normal.

But Lin Mei is spoiled tightly to Mo Li, Nan Nizi.

Although it is not biological, it is better than biological life.

This is not difficult to see from the monthly money between the two children on weekdays.

In the past, when I was in Suzaku Castle.

Jiang Xiaoman can get the collar from his mother every month, but it is only three yuan.

But Jiang Moli can have one or two.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoman didn't care about this, and he never felt that his mother was biased.

Anyway, in the end, I ran out of pocket money.

Sister Mo Li's monthly silver has not been turned into snacks and snacks into her stomach.

It's no wonder that since he was a child, he shouted that he wanted to marry Mo and leave his sister.

Although it was mostly instigated by the eleventh uncle who was disrespectful and ruffian.

But Jiang Xiaoman is not stupid, although he didn't know what marrying a daughter-in-law was at that time.

But thinking about it, it is undoubtedly good to have a daughter-in-law who spoils herself unconditionally like Sister Moli.

It's just that now that I'm in the rivers and lakes, I can't figure out whether the jokes I said when I was young are true or false.

After coming out for so long, if you want to say that you don't want to miss it, it is definitely impossible.

Many times, I will dream of the lotus pond and the ancient temple when I was young.

In front of the green lotus pond, under the old willows of the ancient temple, there are too many memories hidden.

At that time, I always thought that one day I would be like the young heroes in chivalry, and one day I would go to the end of the world in white clothes with swords.

And so it is.

Green shirts and white clothes, drinking horses and rivers and lakes.

Then, become famous all over the world.

But when you are young, there is no one who has not thought about it.

But along the way, it is inevitable that you will be homesick.

When I feel homesick, I will inevitably think of my father and mother, and I will inevitably think of Sister Moli.

But I don't know if Sister Moli will feel bored when she is alone in the house without her own company.

Fortunately, my mother didn't know where to pick up a purple mink.

The little guy is clever and tight, and quite likable.

Now that I think about it, I am the demon lord hidden in the shadows.

The sable, whose fur was like satin, was no ordinary beast.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't speak, Jiang Xiaoman really wanted to doubt whether the little mink had already cultivated as a demon.

Come to think of it, with that little mink accompanying her day and night, Sister Mo Li will probably not be too boring.

Retracted his mind and glanced at the little girl next to him who was happily counting her fingers and playing.

Under the bright light and candle, the little girl's face was flooded with two dimples, one deep and one shallow.

Looking at the pair of dimples, Jiang Xiaoman sighed for no reason, frowning slightly.

I couldn't figure out what I was thinking.

Who said that teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad?

It's just that teenagers have the taste of teenage sorrow.

got the silver, the fat shopkeeper who could hold the abacus and greet people with a smile and a heavy sword was naturally smiling, and specially ordered the young man in the green shirt with a snow-white sweat towel on his shoulders to change an independent and elegant room for the three of them.

There was a stove burning in the wing, and sandalwood was burning in the hearth.

Sandalwood lingers, which is the most refreshing.

"Hmm, Jiang Xiaoworm, why are you frowning again?" Ji Xiaoyue's green onion finger pointed at the center of the young man's eyebrows, and chuckled: "If you frown like this again, beware that you will really become ugly." ”

The little girl's fingers were a little cold, even if the room was as warm as spring.

"I'm used to it, and I don't want to frown all the time. Jiang Xiaoman didn't dodge, let the slender jade point at the center of his eyebrows, and asked with a chuckle, "Is it really that ugly?"

"Actually, it's not that ugly!" the little girl pouted, puffing out her mouth and muttering.

In Ji Xiaoyue's heart, Aunt Lin is so gentle and gentle to herself.

is the most beautiful woman in the world except for her mother.

Jiang Xiaoworm is very much like Aunt Lin, how can he be ugly?

The young man smiled knowingly, as if he remembered something, raised his hand and rubbed the little girl's head, and said softly: "By the way, I just heard from the iron shopkeeper that there will be a lantern festival in the city tomorrow." Let's wait to see the lantern festival before going out of the city to Cangyue Lake. ”

Miss Xiao has been a little absent-minded since the girl who played the red-clothed solo dance of the Northern Qin drum appeared earlier.

When he heard the lights, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he smiled lightly: "Speaking of which, I have never seen the lantern festival! I really want to see it, and it must be very spectacular to think that there are thousands of lights and red candles in the snow." ”

This lantern festival is extraordinary, and it is hosted by the Dugu family of Beiliang.

The Blood Rakshasa of the Dugu clan of the Northern Liang Iron Sword will go to a ten-year appointment with Bai Zhong, the 'little killing god' of Northern Qin, on Cangyue Lake three days later, and fight to the death.

Tomorrow night, the old man Dugu of the Dugu family, who is known as one of the most promising people in the contemporary era to fly into the heavens, will personally light up thousands of lights to pray for his children and grandchildren.

In the three northern states, there has always been a custom of lighting lamps to pray for blessings.

The name of the lamp is born, with nine as the most.

In the past hundred years, the most solemn one is an old ancestor of the Dugu family who lived thirteen Jiazi, sat down and closed the sword mound, and when a sword entered the gate of heaven and flew into the sky, he was promoted to an immortal.

That time, the Dugu clan lit a total of 9,999 lanterns in Beiliang City to pray for the blessings of the former Sword Immortal Ancestor.

Overnight, the lights of Beiliang City were as brilliant as day, and the stars in the sky reflected each other.

The next day, the ancestor of the Dugu family held a sword to shatter the void and soared to become an immortal.

And the lights tomorrow night are even more grand.

There will be a word side by side of the Great Xia Dynasty in this world, King Duguqiu, who will personally light 99,999 lanterns to pray for future generations of Duguyin.

The scale is unprecedented, and it must be spectacular.

"Lantern Festival, that can't be missed!" The little girl liked to be the most lively, a pair of big eyes couldn't help but squint together, and happily revealed two dimples, one deep and one shallow.

"Tomorrow, there will be a sword dance of the younger generations of the thirteen clans in Beiliang City, meeting friends with swords, in order to find a good match. Jiang Xiaoman slammed his head on the table and yawned.

It's more than watching those peers dance in the sky.

Jiang Xiaoman was more interested in the Lantern Festival itself.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

But if it is true, it is not true.

Beiliang has a jagged million swords, and the Dugu clan is unbeatable.

Under the banner of King Dugu, there were once fifteen clans with swords, all of which were able to take the second place.

Among them, the Liu family with the sword courage and the heart of the sword in the past and the Hu family with the unparalleled phantom sword in Kyushu are the most.

It's a pity that the two clans failed to become evergreen trees after all, and they were eventually invincible to the invasion of time and gradually drowned in time.

Today, there are still thirteen clans under Dugu that are the most prosperous.

The thirteen clans all belong to the Northern Liang Jiangmen, and the ancestors have all followed Dugu Dragon City to conquer the world.

Rooted in the north for many years, relying on the big tree of the Dugu family, it is both prosperous and lossy with the Dugu family.

It can be inherited for hundreds of years and thousands of years, and naturally has its own heritage.

Tomorrow, in addition to the younger generation of Dugu Jian.

The most dazzling will inevitably be the descendants of the thirteen clans in this generation.

Practicing swords for a long time is a boring thing.

In this prosperous world, it is necessary to be presumptuous.

Thinking about it, when it comes to the Lantern Festival, there will inevitably be a dragon battle between the heroes of the Northland.

There are so many young people in this world, so naturally one is not convinced.

The rivers and lakes are like this everywhere you go.

After all, it is necessary to distinguish between high and strong before he is willing to give up.

But for Jiang Xiaoman, those unnecessary fights and killings can be avoided.

Hero, naturally you have to have the demeanor of a hero.

It's not like everyone has to show off their gentian silver spears.

......

At this time, an old man in a cloak led the child into the Moon Tower.

The fat shopkeeper was just about to catch up, but his face changed, and he stared at the old man with an uncertain expression.

Under the eyes, there is a deep jealousy.

"Xiao Tie, we haven't seen each other for a long time. The old man didn't see the outside, and the fat shopkeeper seemed to be old acquaintances, shook off the snow, glanced at the hands of the shopkeeper surnamed Tie who was clenching the abacus, and then smiled and said: "You and your master owe me the debt of the Xuan Corpse Sect has already been paid off, so you don't have to be so nervous." The old man did not have any malice in entering Beiliang this time, but he came to find someone. ”

The fat shopkeeper's face trembled, and his hands holding the black iron abacus finally put down, as if he didn't want to have too much entanglement with the old man, and said with a smile: "Please come in the guest officer!"

"You, you don't look like your master at all. The old man sighed lightly, shook his head, and led the dull-eyed and pale boy into the building slowly.

The building was full of people, and the plans were staggered.

Although the old man was dressed shabbyly, no one stopped him.

He glanced up at a place on the third floor, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

A hint of clarity flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Under the eyes, there is a hint of playfulness.

Picking up the little boy who looked more like a puppet than a human, the old man walked straight upstairs.

The fat shopkeeper stood in front of the mahogany pillar that the two of them couldn't hug together.

There was no smile on his face, he looked at the rickety back, his expression was struggling, the iron abacus in his hand was tight and loose, and finally sighed lightly and did not make the slightest movement.

Just now, where the former Great Elder of the Xuan Corpse Sect looked up.

It is the wing room where Jiang Xiaoman and the three of them are.

"The Vermilion Bird of the Jiang family, with the blood of Nirvana, is indeed the most suitable Ding Furnace. The fat shopkeeper's fat fingers flicked back and forth with the abacus beads, looked at the wind and snow outside the building, and whispered to himself: "It's just that in this Beiliang City, you, an old ghost in the underworld, do you really dare to ignore it?"

Under the light, the old man who slowly climbed the stairs and was dressed in a robe.

On the ground below, there was no shadow reflected.