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A blizzard, the sky was as dark as ink.

Two women and one man, lined up and walked forward on the knee-deep snow.

The man walked in front, his white robe and Blizzard merged into one, and two swords around his waist were intertwined and wrapped in cloth. The two girls walked side by side, one carrying an iron pipa and the other holding a little bird like a white-haired ball in his arms.

The snowflakes are as big as goose feathers, covering the sky and the sun, but you can vaguely see the majestic city at the end of your vision.

Zuo Lingquan looked at the three words "Zhenyuan Pass" on the city and asked:

"Is this Xiao Fengdu?"

Xie Qiutao nodded: "Yes."

After leaving Juejian Cliff, Zuo Lingquan took the hanging attic of the Peach Blossom Lord and marched northwest all the way. He only arrived here this morning, and it was already the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month.

During the journey, there was no extravagant scene like a wine pool and a meat forest. Zuo Lingquan spent most of his time recuperating on the third floor; the Peach Blossom Lord and Qiutao were right in front of him, and the four wives were embarrassed to sleep together. They all took turns to accompany the bed at night, sweet and fun.

Other times, the girls were meditating and practicing qi. The Peach Blossom Lord could not compete with his wife to accompany him to bed, and he had not shown his face these days. Jiang Yi spent all day in the martial arts hall and fought with Lingye to death. As for the victory or defeat, there was no need to mention it. It was similar to the situation where the little mother dragon beat Lingye, and he almost cried. In the end, Zuo Lingquan was injured and used as a coach to replace Lingye. Only then did Jiang Yi get over it...

When they arrived near Xiao Fengdu, Zuo Lingquan left the attic first and did not walk together because they traveled to grow up on their own. Ordinary monks had to walk the path they should take. If they weren't injured on Juejian Cliff, they would probably have come by themselves at that time. Lingye and the others and the Taohua Lord did not inform him of the specific movements, just like last time.

Walking forward in the blizzard, and within a moment, we arrived in the city.

During the practice of practicing, life expectancy is too long, and the time is often calculated by Jiazi, and I take the "year end" in the secular world in a relatively light way; but in the end of the year, I can't help but feel a little sentimental.

The wind and snow are too strong, and there are few people on the street. I occasionally meet passers-by, and I often have a few fractal and single shadows on my body.

Most of the people who can walk on the path of cultivation are duckweed on the water. They have long been away from their parents and are homeless. When they think about the New Year’s Eve, where does the fragrance of wine and food come from? People can feel the long forgotten New Year’s Eve.

Walking on this lonely snowy night before the end of the year, when I recall my childhood, no matter how high the Taoist monks are, they may feel sad that "the son wants to raise his parents but the parents are not here."

And another small group of monks who are still with relatives are even more lonely.

Zuo Lingquan walked on the street and saw a young monk holding a wine glass in the wine shop, looking at the sky, knowing what the other party was thinking at this time, and empathizing with it.

If nothing unexpected happens, the uncles, aunts and brothers and sisters at home in Qinghe County have all returned, and the only one who has not returned home is him, a wanderer in his twenties.

A mortal life is only a few dozen springs and autumns, and how many years can a lifetime be spent in his life. My mother said she would not come back without a grandson, but at the end of the year, her son was thousands of miles apart. How could she not feel lost and missed in her heart?

Zuo Lingquan looked back at the distant Dongfang and sighed softly.

Tang Jingyan walked beside him, looking at the immortal city without any New Year atmosphere. Perhaps he felt Zuo Lingquan's emotions and said:

"It is better to have a home than to go home without a home. It is normal for young people to wander outside and sometimes they cannot return home. As long as they think about it, their mother will understand it."

Xie Qiutao nodded and said, "Yes, I used to go around alone. During the Chinese New Year, I could only burn some paper money in the north and then make a firecracker to play by myself. I didn't know where my home was if I wanted to go home, but it was hard to endure. Mr. Zuo could go back when he wanted to go back, so he should be happier."

Zuo Lingquan smiled, raised his hand and touched Qiutao's head:

"We have a relationship of life and death. Isn't my family yours? When we finish this trip, we will go back together. Without the firecrackers you made, the family will be less lively."

Xie Qiutao giggled and took out a big firecracker as thick as an arm from Linglong Pavilion:

"By the way, I haven't finished the firecrackers I made during the Chinese New Year last time, so I forgot all of them. Why don't I click here?"

Zuo Lingquan looked at the firecracker and felt scared:

"Let's put it on the sea."

After all, the firecrackers made by Qiutao are really unpredictable. Not to mention whether they will fly to the passing monks. Just the earth-shaking movement can probably spread throughout Xiao Fengdu.

There are too many high-level cultivators here. If tomorrow the path of practice is reported that "the sword demon is messing around in Xiao Fengdu and is punished by the Yang Shen to be detained for 5,000 Bai Yuzhu for fifteen days," there will probably be no face to stay outside in the future.

The immortal was so quiet, and Xie Qiutao just said casually, how dare he set off firecrackers in the little Fengdu, which was as cloudy as immortals, put away the firecrackers, and took Zuo Lingquan to the "Yitang" in the center of the city.

Posa Forest is one of the four small continents of the Nine Continents, and it is also a springboard for going to Beizhai Continent and Kui Bingzhou. There is a territory dominated by the Youying alien race. The monks who come and go from Xiao Fengdu will naturally be controlled.

A normal monk cannot cross the sea alone, and monks who can cross the sea alone cannot control it. To control the entry and exit of monks, the easiest way is naturally to start with the ferry.

The disciples of the wealthy immortals who come to Xiao Fengdu can take their own ferry, while the disciples of the sect can only take the public ferry to go out to sea. The "Yitang" is a place to register and check the background.

Zuo Lingquan came to the high building in the center of the city and saw that there were many people in the hall a hundred feet acres. Eighty-mostly they were casual cultivators, waiting for the boat, and communicating with each other about the situation on the Posa Forum.

For safety reasons, Zuo Lingquan naturally would not register his real name. Lingye specially got a "road guide" for the "Lu Lengganu" in the background of Dongzhou nanjiao, a casual cultivator of Dongzhou nanjia, came over to give the righteous path a little effort.

The monks in charge of arranging ferries for the casual cultivators were monks from the Taoist ancestral homes. In order to prevent foreign spies from mingling into the ferry, they were caught by inside and outside on the sea. They also contacted Dongzhou to confirm their identity. They waited for about half an hour before they received a reply from "This person is indeed there."

The monks of reliable origin arranged cross-sea ferry at a very fast speed, but the next ferry to transport people must arrive tomorrow.

After Zuo Lingquan took over the three ID cards issued by the Taoist ancestral home, because he had no acquaintances in the city, he first found a place to stay in the city and mentioned that as long as he held the issued ID cards, lived in the city, practiced for free, and he could also go to the designated shop to collect elixirs, talismans and other consumables.

Zuo Lingquan's family is quite wealthy, so he naturally did not take advantage of this little benefit from the lower-level cultivators. He only lived in an inn close to the port.

By the time these things are finished, it is already the time when the lights are on.

Xie Qiutao was so idle that he didn't go back to his room and stayed in the hall on the first floor, listening to nonsense among fellow Taoists.

Zuo Lingquan drank two glasses of wine on the first floor. Seeing that Tuanzi had been walking for a whole day, he couldn't open his eyes anymore, so he hugged Tuanzi and came to the wing room on the second floor.

The door opened and candles were lit in the room.

The inn is not luxurious. There are only simple tables, chairs and beds in the room. There are several books on the tea table. The names are monster maps, geographical locations and other objects, which are used as references for monks who are about to travel far away.

Zuo Lingquan entered the door with a yawning dumpling. In a blink of an eye, Jingyan, who had returned to the room early, had already crawled into the quilt. Although she had taken off her outer skirt, she was still wearing a lotus-colored close-fitting clothes, and she didn't show her flesh much. She could only see Shui Mei's charming cheeks.

Tang Jingyan lay on his side on the bed, holding a book in his hand. It was not "The Twenty-Eight Styles of Spring Tides", but the monster's picture and the picture seems to be preparing.

Zuo Lingquan closed the door, came to the bed, and placed the dumpling on the bed. Tuanzi's dark eyes had closed, and slowly got into the quilt, squeezing towards Jingyan's chest like when he was a child. Unfortunately, he was a little bigger and couldn't squeeze in.

Jingwen felt a little uncomfortable by the arched dumplings. She put the burials together, threw them behind her back, and patted them in front of her:

"The bed is warm, why don't you lie down for a while?"

Zuo Lingquan was lying on his wife for two months, and she didn't have many evil thoughts, but she naturally wouldn't refuse the snowy days and the fact that his wife was lying on the bed was warm. He laughed, put his sword next to his pillow, lifted up the bedding and lay in, holding the quiet habit like hot tofu, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Jingyan leaned against Zuo Lingquan's shoulder and closed her eyes and asked:

"Did you miss home?"

"A little bit. I haven't been back for two years. Last time I took eight girls home, my mother racked her brains to prepare for the meeting. I haven't even had a letter for so long. It sounds quite like that."

Even though Tang Jingwen has been in the path of practice for several years, he still has a pure worldly mind and cares much more about these things than practice. She comforted her:

"Are you doing big things? It's too late to go back far away. It's not that I don't want to go back, but I won't blame you. Even if I really blame you, when you go back next time, if you take a fat boy back, I will definitely not blame you."

"Haha, do you want a baby?"

"grumble?"

Duanzi screamed muffled under the bedding.

Tang Jingyan patted her on the quilt: "Sleep in your sleep, and then eavesdrop on you and stew you." Then she leaned back on her shoulder and continued:

"I don't want to have a wife in the middle. I haven't tried anything. If I have a child, I'm so embarrassed to do things that are not enough to be on the table. I think Qingwan should have a grandson for her mother. She likes to please her mother the most, and she has a big breast, and she is wasted her child without breastfeeding..."

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were a little helpless.

Tang Jingwen said a few words, felt it carefully, and said strangely:

"My wife is very happy now."

"Hmm?" Zuo Lingquan was a little surprised: "The ancestor is very happy now?"

"Yes, I don't know why she was just having fun. I felt a little floating, so I didn't say anything if I asked her."

Zuo Lingquan was confused, so he could only chuckled...—

On the other side of the sky, Dadan is in Qinghe County.

Fireworks and firecrackers resounded throughout the county town, and children ran and chased each other in the streets and alleys, and laughter came one after another in the walls of every household.

The Zuo family mansion in the east of the city is as lively as in previous years. All relatives have returned to their ancestral homes. Uncle and Aunt San rarely retreat from the capital and came here. There are more people than in previous years.

However, the seventh young master of the "Family Star" and the fifth young master of the "Zuo Family Shame" always lacks a little taste. The topics that the third aunt and other aunts talk about were all about these two kids who didn't know how to return home.

Outside the gate of the mansion, two stone lions stood among the snow. Mrs. Zuo stood on the steps and looked at the street intersection in the distance. Even though she knew that Zuo Lingquan would not come back this year, she would still wait here every day. After all, Zuo Lingquan would not say hello in advance when he came back, what if she was waiting.

After waiting for a long time, there was no result. Seeing that the night was getting darker, Mrs. Zuo sighed softly and turned around to go back, but at this moment, the steps coming from the street:

Step on

Mrs. Zuo heard the sound and looked back at the street outside the door, but was stunned.

Under the light of fireworks, a woman in a warm yellow winter skirt came slowly with an oil-paper umbrella, holding a gift box in her hand, Qingcheng's cheeks smiled and spoke from afar:

"Aunt Zuo, long time no see."

“Eh?!”

Mrs. Zuo was stunned. Even though Tian Hei didn't look too carefully, her unparalleled temperament in the big room made her recognize who this girl was at the first time.

"Yutang?!Oh~Hurry..."

Mrs. Zuo was obviously a little excited and speechless. She quickly ran to the steps, held Shangguan Yutang's arm holding an umbrella, and looked back.

Shangguan Yutang restrained the aura of a strong man who looked down on all living beings, and looked just a dignified and intellectual tall lady. She smiled but also felt a little apology:

"I'm the only one, Zuo Lingquan and the others didn't come back."

"Ah? Oh..."

"Zuo Lingquan originally wanted to go home to reunite, but some business trips were far away and I couldn't get back this year. I asked me to report my safety to Aunt Zuo, so Aunt Zuo doesn't have to worry about them."
To be continued...