In the early morning of the next day, Chang'an in early winter ushered in the first snow since the beginning of winter. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The fine snow is continuous and melts when it lands, in addition to bringing a chill, but it does not really bring much trouble to the residents of Chang'an City.

And in the same way, this chill could not dispel the enthusiasm among the people to discuss Su Chang'an's return.

Those who were lucky enough to see Su Changan yesterday have all become "big shots" in their respective circles, and they get together in twos and threes to listen to these people tell about what happened when Su Changan returned.

Of course, nothing actually happened, but there is a way that everyone is gold, and the three of them become tigers. As soon as these words spread ten, ten times, and hundreds, they changed their taste.

Some people say that Su Changan stepped on the clouds and returned, and some people say that Su Changan came with a dragon, and even said that where Su Changan passed, he gave birth to a lotus step by step, like Bodhi coming to the world. In short, there are different opinions, and they are becoming more and more mysterious, and these ordinary people do not delve into the truth of these statements, but only find them interesting, so they relish them.

And in the midst of this fine snow, Tianlanin Temple welcomed his first guest of the day.

The emperor of the Great Wei, Xiahou Ming.

The jade chariot driven by six horses stopped at a place a hundred zhang away from Tianlan Courtyard, Xiahou Ming did not bring a single soldier, and personally came to the door of Tianlan Courtyard to ask for a visit, with a respectful and upright attitude. In all dynasties, no king has ever treated a courtier so well. But Xia Houming did this, and he did it with sincerity and convincing, and no one in the world felt that it was inappropriate.

Xiahou Ming took the scene of Tianlan Courtyard for an hour and left.

He walked in a hurry, and no one knew what Su Changan had said to him.

But on that day, the dispatch that the Great Wei had not initiated for five years was carried by the envoy like a snowflake, galloping out of Chang'an, and sent to various states and counties.

Noon.

The topics discussed by the people on Suzaku Street and the return of Su Changan turned into speculation about the content of the conversation between the monarch and the minister or the master and apprentice.

But most of them are fanciful rhetoric, and they are not half convincing.

In a wine shop, a storyteller was still tirelessly telling the story of Su Chang'an and Mo Tingyu's encounter in the north, and his eyebrows were dancing, and everyone in the audience was also fascinated.

In the noisy wine shop, a man with a hat that could not see his face clearly sat alone in the corner of the wine shop, drinking and pouring himself. The commotion outside seemed to him to be gone.

At this time, a man in red walked into the restaurant, he was wrapped in a red robe, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

His dress like this is very similar to the Tianquan Star Death Flower in Tianlan Courtyard is not yesterday, but the dress of the Star Death in Tianlan Courtyard is quite popular with the world, and there is no shortage of such imitators in Chang'an City, so not many people really care about the true identity of this red-clothed man - their attention is on the story of the storyteller.

The man in red came to the corner of the liquor shop and sat down next to the man in the hat.

He took the flask from the man's hand, poured himself a glass of sake, and drank it down.

"Is that him?" asked the man.

"Hmm. The man in red nodded. "It's him. ”

As he said this, he tried his best to suppress his voice so that his voice sounded calm enough, but it was not an easy task, and the man sitting with him was keenly aware of his abnormality.

"What's the matter?" the man asked, his voice so calm that it was hard to tell what was going on in his mind as he spoke.

The body of the man in red shook at that time, he took the flask again, poured himself a glass again, and said, "How can you give it?"

This time, he finally stopped suppressing his emotions, and his voice was extremely bitter.

"If you can't bear it, why is Uncle Shi still here?" the man asked.

"It's not mine, how can I be reluctant?" the man in red smiled bitterly, "I shouldn't have appeared in this world, but the master gave me a chance to experience the world, and this trip is enough." At least compared to Beitongxuan..."

Speaking of this, he paused, and after groaning slightly, he said again: "I am much luckier than him, he is a sword spirit, and I am a painting spirit." He is bound by the righteousness of the common people, love can't love, hate can't hate. As for me, I have lived a few years longer than him, and I have enjoyed this peaceful and prosperous world, and I have stayed with Yu'er for a long time... That's enough, that's enough. ”

Hearing this, the man looked at the man in red again.

This look is a long time, as if I want to keep his appearance in my heart.

"Did you tell Uncle Yu'er?" he asked again.

"You don't know your Uncle Yu'er's temperament, if she knows, can she let me come?" the man in red shook his head with a wry smile.

With that, the man in red put down the wine glass in his hand, and his tone once again returned to the calm of the first speech, like a pool of dry wells.

He said, "Let's get started." ”

This statement fell.

A divine light flashed in the eyes of the man sitting with him, and a majestic spiritual pressure began to ripple at that moment.

And the noisy liquor shops around suddenly became quiet as the spiritual pressure spread.

Of course, this is not an appropriate description.

Stopped, to be exact.

The two drinkers at the next table stood up, their mouths open, their eyebrows fluttering, and the flying foaming stars stopped in mid-air.

A drinker in the middle of the wine shop may have drunk too much, the wine glass came out of his hand, and the wine inside drew an arc in mid-air, and the beautiful water line reflected the snow light outside the object, and the end was a strange and beautiful scenery.

On the high platform, the storyteller was about to shoot it when he was raised high, and the dust on the table was shaken up, scattered like lotus flowers, raised but did not fall.

Time stopped.

A strange color flashed in the eyes of the man in red.

Obviously, he hadn't seen him in the past four years, and the cultivation of this junior in front of him had improved to a point that even he couldn't imagine.

......

Su Changan stood up.

Walking in front of the storyteller named Gu Qianfan, Hua Fei was stunned for a moment, but still followed Su Changan's steps to the front of the stage.

There are four true gods lurking in the shrine, and there are still an unknown number of demigods and sub-gods under his hands, which is definitely a force to be reckoned with, even if he can mobilize the stars of the three clans through the relationship between Mo Qingling and Wutong, it is still only a drop in the bucket compared to those huge number of gods.

It's a tough battle.

Su Changan is clear, and Hua Fei is also clear yesterday.

And in order to deal with this vicious battle, it is imperative to open the sea of stars.

There are all the heroic souls gathered there, including the elders that Su Changan cares about. He was about to break through the sea of stars, but the key fell into the hands of the heirs of the Seven Stars, which was the news he got through a conversation with the Heavenly Dao.

At that time, the cultivation of the Yuheng Saint had already transcended the scope of the Star Death in this world, and even if he was a demigod, he could kill it, which was enough to prove that he was infinitely close to the level of the True Star Death, and might even have reached it.

And with this kind of cultivation, he already has the ability to go beyond life and death, at least he will not be exhausted by just two hundred years of time, he could have lived longer, longer.

Even he himself admitted that if he didn't want to, Xinghai couldn't trap him, but he insisted on returning to Xinghai.

Su Changan couldn't understand this.

But it wasn't until he had that conversation with Heavenly Dao that Heavenly Dao taught him the method of opening the sea of stars, that he came to his senses.

Opening the sea of stars is not a simple matter in the end.

The first condition is the star order that rules the stars of the world, although this thing is a treasure, but Hongluan has entrusted it to him many years ago, and this matter is not difficult.

The other thing requires the descendants of the seven stars of Tianlan to be present, and they all have achieved star death.

Su Changan has not acted for a long time in order to wait for your uncles to light up his life star, and now this waiting has a result.

But the flowers are not yesterday...

But he is not a real descendant of Tianquan.

He was just a painting spirit, who had been granted spiritual wisdom by the previous generation of Heavenly Power, and to some extent, his existence could not be recognized by the Heavenly Dao. And if you want to open the sea of stars, you must pass him on to this true heir of heavenly power, but the result of doing so is destined to make Hua Fei disappear like Beitong Xuan yesterday.

"Uncle Shi thinks it is to be happy to be a Tianlan Star and admired by everyone, or is it a storyteller who has so many hundred and ten drinkers to come comfortably?"

Su Changan thought about these and suddenly asked, and this question made Hua Fei stunned for a moment, he didn't understand why Su Changan asked this, but subconsciously replied after thinking about it: "If I can, I want to be a storyteller like him, although he is not necessarily carefree, but it is not as good as disturbing himself all day long for all beings in the world." ”

"Yes, if I could, I would also like to return to Changmen to be my second master Su, not Su Chang'an, who is admired by the world. Su Changan turned his head to look at the fine snow outside the house, and whispered.

These words made Hua Fei stunned for a moment, and before he could comprehend the deep meaning, Su Changan suddenly turned his head and said, "Let's go." ”

With that, he walked out of the house without looking back.

"Chang'an?" Hua Fei saw this yesterday, and his heart became more and more puzzled, and he shouted loudly.

At this moment, the stagnant picture around him suddenly flowed.

The glasses of the toasters collided, and the line of water fell, smashing on the head of one of the guests who was listening to the story, and he stood up and cursed the drinker.

The startled wood in the storyteller's hand fell, and with a muffled sound, the dust settled.

"Since he has his happiness, you have your reluctance. ”

"Why do you know each other?"

"It is better to have a destiny and go your own way. ”

"Isn't that happy?"

"As for the time of the sea of stars, don't worry about it, Uncle Shi, Chang'an has its own solution. ”

At this moment, the sound of Su Changan gradually moving away sounded.

The liquor shop is still noisy, the storyteller is still dancing with his eyebrows, and the snow is still falling.

Only Hua Fei stood alone in the wine shop yesterday, looking lonely and silent for a long time.