In the cold winter, heavy snow falls.

Eight states and one region, mountains, rivers and plains, all seem to be dressed in a thick white coat, rivers, lakes and seas, and the water surface is covered with a thin veil of ice.

Looking at the whole continent, from the small folk alleys and wooden houses, to the big families of the Holy Sect, without exception, the doors are pasted with red couplets, the windows are pasted with red paper, and every household is brightly lit, with gongs and drums noisy, and it is very lively...

What is so festive and noisy, celebrating with the sky?

It's another year off!

The brilliant lights light up thousands of homes, making this world full of gray colors more red.

As the saying goes, some people are happy and some people are sad, and they are even more sad when they raise a glass to pour their sorrows...

Xiluo City, Shenwu Sect.

The atmosphere of the surrounding lights makes the atmosphere in a small courtyard more and more depressing...

The young man lying on the bed, motionless, had been in a coma for ten and a half years.

And the old man in white, who was silently guarding the side, had not closed his eyes for a full ten and a half years.

A young man in a blue robe and a middle-aged man in a black robe will always persuade the old man in white with all his heart.

But the old man in white, concerned about the safety of the youth, can't think about tea, can't think about food, can't sleep at night, worries all day long, blames himself, and washes his face with tears.

In such a state, the old man in white, who made Deyuan's own bones extraordinarily tough, inevitably lose a little weight, and the already messy white hair lost a bit of vitality and was gloomy.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

"Lao Ye, if you go down like this, my boss doesn't have a reason yet, if you collapse first, what should I do?"

Wu Long held a bowl of turbid wine in his left hand and handed it to Ye Changqing, and then drank the bowl of turbid wine in his right hand.

One old, one middle school, one young three, who is not worried? Who is not worried? Who is not uncomfortable?

All worried, all worried, all uncomfortable.

It's just that relatively speaking, Wu Long and Lin Hao are not alchemists, and they lack the helplessness and guilt of Ye Changqing, who has no skills but nothing to do.

Lin Hao served the wine bowl at the same time, and Ye Changqing, who had just taken over the wine bowl, gently touched the bowl and comforted: "Don't hesitate to get drunk a thousand times in a hundred years, one drunk can pour thousands of sorrows, dry~"

Ye Changqing's face was pale, his expression was tired, and he looked at the turbid wine swaying in the bowl, stunned...

Time flies, time flies, unconsciously, hundreds of years have passed, I have drunk secular glutinous rice wine, drunk immortal Qiongyu brew, drank parting wine, drank other people's double happiness wine, but never drank such sorrowful wine.

Yesterday, the loess dragon buried white bones, and tonight the mandarin ducks lie at the bottom of the red silk tent.

It's just impermanent...

Three rounds of drinking.

Ye Changqing was drunk, and it was rare to fall asleep.

Wu Long staggered, went to Wu Hong's residence, and got drunk again.

Lin Hao clasped his hands on his sleeves, watching the snow drift away after the night ended, and he had a lot of thoughts and lovesickness.

The old man in the distance, is he like himself now, he feels that this year's New Year is a little sad and sad...

"How can life be more satisfying, but everything is half satisfied. ”

May it be well.

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Qianyuanzhou, Shenghuang Mountain.

There are countless wine glasses in the world, but there are only seven colored cups, which are used by only one person.

Colorful mud is the only material for firing seven-colored cups, and the origin of colorful mud, looking at the six worlds, only three colorful mountains can be produced.

Two are in the human realm and one is in the demon realm.

Today's huge and towering Holy Emperor Mountain, there is only Xuanyuan Qingtian alone.

There are taboos on the mountain, so no matter how the heavy snow falls on the world, it is difficult to get close to the Holy Emperor Mountain for half a minute, the mountain peaks are still the same, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. On the mountain cliff, the gold-leafed welcoming pine stands in the wind, immovable like a mountain.

Xuanyuan Qingtian refilled a cup of immortal brew for himself, looking at the galaxy and the sea of clouds, in a blink of an eye, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the starlight opened the way to shuttle between the sea of clouds, crisscrossing and converging into a pair... Chessboard.

Xuanyuan Qingtian pinched the starlight in his hand like pinching a chess piece, and with a wave of his hand, a series of black and white starlight sprinkled on the chessboard of the sea of clouds.

"Life is like chess, there are no regrets, the world is impermanent, unpredictable, and look at it, and do it. ”

Xuanyuan Qingtian waved his hand again, the starlight dissipated, and the sea of clouds continued as usual.

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Dark Sea, Kunlun City in the South Island

Since the establishment of the Hongxia Palace, the surrounding houses have long been demolished and are being rebuilt, echoing each other with the Hongxia Palace.

Today's Hongxia Palace, the lights are colorful, the lights are bright, Qin Susu, Mu Qing, thunder roaring, thunder madness and so on... A group of old people and newcomers gathered together.

On the wine table, there is a dazzling array of food and wine, everything you need.

Everyone laughed and spent the New Year together.

Qin Susu and Mu Qing looked at each other and smiled, and drank a cup together, such a scene, but it was a pity that there was a fly in the ointment.

I don't know where the young man who has been gone for a few months is now, and whether there is anyone with him...

"Ladies and gentlemen, acquaintance is fate, for this hard-won fate, drink the three whites. ”

Mu Qing refilled a glass, got up to serve the wine, and after laughing with everyone, he drank it all.

"Brother Mu, there are a lot of them..."

"Drink with you..."

Everyone took a cup and drank together.

After three rounds of drinking, the banquet ended, and most of the people who drank a little worse were already unconscious at the wine table, and were carried away by the people who accompanied them.

Not long after, on the wine table, there were only Qin Susu, Mu Qing, Lei Mingxiao, Lei Ma, Lei Zhen, Lei Yang, and six people left.

Lei Mingxiao looked at the wine in the cup, it was not a taste in his heart, and he echoed with Mu Qing, and everything was silent.

The wine moistens his throat, and the thunder roar has actually been drunk for a long time, but there are some words, if you don't drink a few more glasses, you can't say it for the truth.

"As soon as the Lord left, half a load had passed, and there was no news, and the old man planned to leave for the Misty Forest in the near future to try his luck. ”

Now Qin Susu is sitting in the Hongxia Palace, as stable as Mount Tai, Mu Qing has also subdued all the peripheral forces of Kunlun City, and now it has infiltrated the Wang family, the Flying Sword Gate, just when the time is ripe, you can "quietly" take down the two forces in one fell swoop, so that it seems that the Lei family has nothing to do and nothing to do.

Mu Qing shook his head and chuckled: "Elder Lei doesn't need to worry, the Lord is very human, and now he hasn't contacted us for a long time, he must have gained something from his training, but I'm afraid that when the Lord returns, he will call me to wait, and I will be impressed and ashamed." ”

Everyone already knew that the night cultivation was not high, but the combat power was amazing, and even more excessive, it was still too young.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old Xuanyuan Realm is far more terrifying than a thirty or forty-year-old Xuanyuan Realm.

Now that they have been separated for a few months, God knows if this freak has improved in cultivation again, the peak of the Xuan Spirit, or has he broken through the shackles and become the Xuan Infant Realm?

"Alas, Brother Mu Qing doesn't know, now you and Miss Susu have something to do, but my Lei family has nothing to do, the old man's heart is not a taste..."

In the end, he drank too much wine and was bold. Dare to say anything, it's not right? Just when I'm drunk, I say drunk.

Mu Qing smiled, feeling that you old guy, are you fucking idle?

Mu Qing was about to brew, Qin Susu suddenly slapped the table, picked up the wine glass, looked warm and angry, and said to Lei Mingxiao: "If Lei Lao feels that he can't help it, he can let everyone in the Lei family help build the house." ”

There's nothing to do? It's up to you to do it.

Just talking about cultivation, it's not a thing?

Do you think that if you break through the Xuan Realm, your cultivation path will come to an end?

Don't you really think that the cultivation of the Xuan Artistic Conception can really enter the eyes of that young man?

The matter of the Lu family in Julu City, didn't he forget it after only a few months? That Lu Xuan, isn't it the Xuan artistic conception, or the genius of the dual attributes, didn't he also die under the knife of that young man in the end?

People, don't take yourself too seriously.

Lei Mingxiao was suddenly ashamed and speechless for a while.

Qin Susu put down his wine glass, got up and left, and left a sentence, you have this time to think nonsense, it's not that you spend more time, in terms of cultivation, don't wait for the future when you conquer the Quartet, you can't even save this old life, what else to talk about to make a name for yourself.

Death is gone, everything is over...

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Winter goes to spring, the ice and snow melt, the earth recovers, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the flowers bloom, and the purples and reds...

Ye Changqing is still working diligently every day, exerting the power of his soul and observing the night cultivation.

Suddenly, Ye Changqing's face was happy and excited.

At this moment, the three energies in the night cultivation body and the elixir energy, after a long period of conflict, were actually mixed together.

What's even more peculiar is that the mixed energy is actually destroying the internal organs of the night cultivation on the one hand, and repairing it at the same time, over and over again...

And so it went on for another three days.

The night cultivation aura gradually increased, and the residual energy in the body gradually weakened, and a little golden liquid appeared in the five internal organs.

Although Ye Changqing didn't know what that golden liquid was, he was already sure that the night cultivation was already recovering itself, and it was enough.

After three months of worry, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Ye Changqing finally walked out of the door and looked outside, it was already winter going to spring, and the dead trees were blooming.

For a while, I couldn't help but sigh:

The world welcomes spring.