The thirty years of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve.

Yunluo and Lu Qi happily took the Spring Festival couplets written by Xun Yu, dried the ink marks, rushed outside the yard to post them.

Lu Qi, who was standing behind him, pointed at the left and right, Yun Luo stepped on the bamboo chair, stalked his neck, and kept moving, making the bamboo chair under his feet creak like a mocking sound.

Wen Wei hummed a small song and was busy in the kitchen. It was hard to imagine that such a mysterious old man with a profound realm could really make a good deal.

Until noon, after writing the Spring Festival couplets, Xun Yu and Jiang Yan, who went out, came back from the Shu Palace.

Two days ago, Yunluo and Lu Qi went to Jiang Yan's mansion to visit. After learning about a lot of things from Xun Yu, Yunluo was even more grateful to this Youlin, who was very handsome.

The three of them talked about the incident when Jiang Yan asked Chen Qingfeng to help Yun Luo ask "choose" to ask Jianshan Eighty-One Road. When they remembered the scene at that time, they all laughed.

The lunch was also full of food, cold dishes, hot dishes, meat and vegetables, heavy and light. In order to take care of Lu Qi's mood, a puffer fish was specially prepared for her.

The puffer fish tastes very beautiful, but if handled improperly, it will be highly toxic. However, for the practitioners on this table, cough cough, there seems to be nothing to care about.

Everyone went to the secret room to worship Ling Qingyun and Xun Ange and his wife, and Yunluo and Lu Qi sang the fragrance.

After drinking and eating, Wenwei changed into tea again and everyone sat down to drink tea.

Xun Yu looked at Yun Luo, "How about you ask Jiang Yan to go to Changzhou to help you?"

Jiang Yan looked at Yun Luo and smiled without saying a word. Yun Luo immediately stood up and bowed to Jiang Yan, "I really want to do it, I dare not ask!"

Yun Luo said again: "Grandpa's idea is very good. The Jin area has been war-torn, the city walls are broken, the refugees are lost, and they are connected to the North Abyss in the north and the Datun in the east. To restore people's livelihood, one must indeed manage the great talents of government."

Xun Yu raised his eyelids, "You can't do it yourself?"

Yun Luo had a bitter face and wanted to argue a few words but couldn't say, "I..."

"Grandpa Xun, Yun Luo's burden is already heavy enough. He also needs to practice and command troops. Every day when he is free, he is flipping through military books. If he wants him to learn to manage politics, then... the people in Jin can't afford to wait!"

Lu Qi was anxious for a moment and spoke out to defend Yun Luo.

Xun Yu laughed and pointed at Lu Qi and said to Jiang Yan and Wen Wei, "Look, look, you're starting to protect him!"

Lu Qi lowered his head in embarrassment, Jiang Yan and Wen Wei smiled and said nothing.

Xun Yu waved his hand and said, "Okay, then this matter will be settled. Jiang Yan and Yun Luo will set off together?"

Jiang Yan nodded and stood up, smiled at Yun Luo and said, "I wish to follow the horse's tail."

Yun Luo quickly said ashamed: "Thank you, Lord Jiang for your help, and ask you for more advice."

"It's all for the people." Jiang Yan looked at Yun Luo with a smile.

Yunluo focused on the key point, "It's all for the people."

Jiang Yan naturally returned to his home to join his tribe members for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

In the courtyard, Yun Luo and the four of them ate and chatted, and laughter and joy enveloped the house along with the night.

Let’s celebrate the new year together, and welcome all night long.

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On the top of Meiling, there are also joyful and laughter on the Rocky Plum Sect.

With the help of Yu Nanshan, Luomei Sect eliminated the traitors and welcomed the newcomers, quickly stabilized its position. It did not fall into trouble because of the sudden death of its former sect leader Mei Nanling. On the contrary, it became increasingly united and prosperous.

At this moment, Luomei Sect gathered together in the hall of the sect leader to celebrate the new year.

In order to avoid suspicion, Yu Nanshan did not attend this gathering of women.

The plum blossoms are always sad when they twist the bottom, and the wine is gone.

After the banquet, a disciple quickly packed up the remaining soup and cold soup. Mei Qingxue sat alone on the chair belonging to the sect leader, looking melancholy.

After the feast, there is limited warmth and infinite sadness.

Outside the gate of the main hall of the sect leader, there were a little taller plum branches sitting on the branches of a plum blossom, with his feet hanging down, swaying in the night wind, and a face that gradually grew and became more and more beautiful, his mind was not in his mind.

A pair of sisters had their own feelings and flew high up on Meiling.

It is related to love and love has become empty. After a night of longing for thousands of miles, I am so sad that the sound of the chicken is gone, and I will be haggard again.

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In the Temple of the South China Sea, a graceful girl came to the Sunbathing Pavilion and counted the marks she carved on a stone in front of her. It seemed that it was New Year.

Although I don’t know if the flow of time in this temple is consistent with the outside world and whether my mark will be futile, I always have a thought.

People often rely on a thought to keep going.

After feeding on spiritual energy for a long time, the girl's temperament became more and more agile. She sat down on a bluestone, looking at the clouds and mist in front of her, surging like a sea, surging, and dazed.

I wonder if my father and mother were staying up with the New Year, singing and laughing, and remembering the girl who should have shared family with them.

Brother...ah.

In the girl's heart, Hengyang City is just at the foot of the mountain outside her secret realm, and the longing for leaving home in her heart is not too much.

The girl stretched out her hand, and her fingertips lingered in front of her eyes, which condensed into a clear mirror.

The green jade fingers gently stroked the cheeks, and the girl who had just started to fall in love murmured: "Brother Ling, are you okay?"

The empty water temple naturally no one answered. Even if the girl had a clairvoyance, she could not penetrate the secret realm and looked in the direction she missed.

I miss my hometown thousands of miles tonight, and I feel sad for another year in the Ming Dynasty.

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In Tianjing City, Your Majesty gave vegetables in the deep palace as usual.

Teams of imperial guards escorted the eunuchs who gave food out of the palace gate to those mansions that were qualified to take one or two dishes. They were all the popular homes of the powerful in the entire Tianjing city.

Shengjun is not just talking and playing.

Some people are proud and some are frustrated.

At the entrance of a luxurious mansion called "Wanglin", a down-and-out middle-aged man wearing a plain long gown and without any objects came forward and knocked the door knocker.

The concierge opened the door impatiently and shouted, "What are you doing during the New Year!"

The down-and-out middle-aged man said calmly: "I'll look for the master here."

The concierge looked up and down, "But which adult sent him?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, "I ask for a meeting myself."

The concierge suddenly burst out of his nostrils, "You can see us as soon as you say we are? How many big people in Tianjin have to line up. What are you doing? Get out of here!"

As he said that, he was about to close the door, and a hand suddenly stretched out to hold the crack in the door. The middle-aged man was still calm, "Please inform me."

"Hey! You guys! Someone is coming, someone breaks into the mansion!"

The concierge simply let go of his hand, and with a shout, several guards rushed over quickly, with a fierce and vicious spirit.

With help, I also have confidence. The doorman hugged his hands in front of his chest, his eyes slanted, and he raised his head, "Are you still breaking through?"

The middle-aged man remained silent.

The concierge thought he was afraid and even more imposing. He took a step forward, stretched out a finger, poked the middle-aged man's forehead, "It's something that doesn't look at! Don't you see where this is. Did people like you come when they want to?"

The middle-aged man was poked into the forehead and stepped back involuntarily, frowned and said, "It's all too far from emotion or reason..."

"After passing? I'll poke you twice before you pass?" As he said that, the doorman reached out and pushed the middle-aged man and staggered.

The middle-aged man stabilized his body, but he was not angry, and his brows frowned even more, "It would be too petty to act in an impulse."

"Hey! I think you're so itchy!" The concierge rolled up his sleeves and was frightened. The rest of the guards stood aside and watched the fun with a smile. As long as this person didn't fight back, they wouldn't do anything.

Suddenly everyone's eyes flashed, and when they opened their eyes again, two luxuriously dressed old men were already standing in front of the middle-aged man.

"master!"

Everyone was so scared that they saluted quickly.

The two old men were Beitangwang and Nangong Lin. Nangong Lin stomped his feet to make sure that others could not hear the words.

Beitangwang took the lead and said, "Sir, please don't be angry. There is something important just now. I have never paid attention to it. I apologize to you."

As he said that, he was about to salute, and the middle-aged man hurriedly supported him, "It's a traitor to Mr. Shen."

As he said this, his face was still calm and he could not see any fear.

Nangong Lin smiled and said, "I thought sir would come back a little later."

The middle-aged man looked as usual, "Higuo... ended some things, and today we came over immediately."

Beitangwang and Nangong Lin showed a clear expression on their faces, and Beitangwang said, "I have already swept the bed to wait for the sir."

Nangong Lin reached out to his head at the same time, "Sir, please tell me the conversation in the main hall."

The middle-aged man bowed to show humility.

Although the concierge and guards outside the barrier could not hear the words of the two masters and this person, they knew they were indeed familiar with each other by looking at the movements.

When he saw the two masters personally leading the man to the main hall, the guards secretly thanked that they had not taken action just now. The eyes of the doorman were full of pity, and the doorman was like a loss of his parents and sat on the ground.

A gust of wind passed, and the concierge was slapped to death on the ground like a fly, leaving only a pool of flesh and blood.

Nangong Lin's voice came from the night, "Clean clean."
To be continued...