After returning to the mountain that day, except for telling his master, Liu Qing never talked to others about the drunkard who wore a yellow rope. Although Qian Yin went down the mountain several times, he gave some scattered silver, and asked the Taoist craftsmen to work hard to build a school in the village, so that the gentleman who came to work for the job would stay. As for when the school would be opened, he would wait for the master to decide after the New Year.

People say that there is no time in the mountains. In a blink of an eye, Yun Zhong and Zhao Ziyang stepped into the gate of Nangong Mountain. It has been more than a month. The sky has changed several times. It has entered the coldest and coldest season of the year. The entire top of Nangong Mountain is like a silver lining. Even the forest is almost wrapped in plain snow, with rime scattered and heavy snow sealing the door.

Not to mention that the ancient trees and cedars in the mountains are all called loose snow dust wrapped like silver and jade. Even the long mountain roads are condensed into a dragon that wants to rise, carrying a long way to the sky, with thousands of miles above the sky, the mist and clouds are floating, and the north wind is vast and straight through the cold, and the solemn mountain is solemn. On the eaves of the buildings and houses in the South Gong Mountain, they are also called white dust, icy hanging high, high winds come, dust and snow pressing on the shoulders, just like another sensation of snow falls in the South Gong Mountain.

Although the snow scene was good, it made the two old and old people in Yun Zhong and Zhao Ziyang, the two old and old people in the sect. Every day, they had to go to the front of the sect to clear the snow. At first, Zhao Ziyang also danced a broom that was almost tall, as if the broom in his palm was not a broom tied up by ordinary old bamboo, but a long spear hanging on the sling. When he waved it, he muttered something. Such guns could rival ten people, and then a hundred people could compete with thousands of people. However, after a few days, he was a little interested. He hugged the broom and was bored. Looking at Yun Zhong, who was still clear and snowy, he didn't know what he thought.

"Senior brother, what do I do?" Yun Zhong stopped his hand and freed his hand to touch his face. "Is it because my face is covered with dust and looks weird?"

Zhao Ziyang shook his head helplessly and continued to hold the broom and said, "No, no, no, I'm just curious why you kid are so happy every day. He wakes up early and rests late, practices more every day, and even does such snow-clearing errands. What's the point?"

The young man looked puzzled, "What are you trying to do? Doing things for our master is just a matter of your own affairs, and you can get used to it. As for practice, this has been the case since he became a master. Now that he is in his seat, he must be more diligent and save the master from worrying about it in the future."

Zhao Ziyang's curiosity in his eyes became even more agitated. After hesitating, he still asked: "Well, junior brother, I see that the old book Master gave me probably means that there are five realms of practice. What realm are you now?"

"First realm." The boy was a little embarrassed.

"My second realm." Zhao Ziyang was even more embarrassed and frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "Not mentioning the talent, you should be longer than me when you get started. You will never be able to break the realm. I have never thought about whether there are any problems with your own practice?"

Yun Zhong tsk and gathered the dirty snow pressing under the broom into a pile, then slowly said, "Master said that my practice has been slow to make progress. It is mostly because the meridian acupoints are too narrow and long, and the internal qi is difficult to flow smoothly. Even if there are no mistakes in the practice method, it is estimated that it will be difficult to make progress. It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice. It is just a waste of time. She can only wait slowly."

"It's hard for you." Zhao Ziyang scratched his neck, his tone was gentle, "People are born with different differences. Whether it is cultivation talent, natural luck, or family background, it is all kinds of things. Most of them are in the world, and thousands of people come and go, but most of them are beyond the limit. God has already set his fate in a comprehensive way, and no matter how hard he fights, he can't escape the word "destiny."

"This is not necessarily the case. When my senior brother was at the foot of the mountain, he didn't expect that he would enter the Immortal Sect now? Even if the master gave him that ancient book, it would be difficult to enter Nangong without practicing." Compared to Zhao Ziyang, Yun Zhong's tone at this moment was more open-minded, and he smiled with a low eyebrows, "I was originally a poor boy in a remote countryside. If I could walk through the world like this and luckily enter the master, it was already considered that God favored me. The saying that fate is determined by heaven is ultimately a false statement."

"That's right, who knows what's going on in the future?" Zhao Ziyang looked at the young man's eyes that looked like the green pond and the Biyuan, and suddenly realized that his junior brother was indeed very suitable for practicing swordsmanship.

The inside and the outside are transparent, the edge is firm and straight, and it is a gentleman's tool.

In the building, Wu Shuang shouted slowly.

"The third and fourth brothers, it's the end of the year. I'll quickly change the peach talisman at the door and write two couplets. As for the snow in front of the door, I'll help you two clean it up."

Zhao Ziyang felt relieved and threw the broom away, responding quickly, "Okay, my disciple will take the order." Then he said to Yun Zhong, "Senior Brother, if he had to write a broken word, it would be very ugly. He defeated the threshold of Nangong Mountain. I will leave this work of writing couplets to you. Senior Brother, go and change the peach talisman."

"Just listen to my senior brother." The young man put his broom on and smiled slightly.

The origin of the peach talisman is recorded in a common book. The article says: In ancient times, two brothers called Tu and Yu, and stayed on the mountain of Dushuo, and kept hundreds of ghosts. The ghosts came in abruptly, and supported them with reed ropes and held them with tigers. Therefore, the county magistrate decorated the peach man with New Year's Eve and drew the reed ropes and painted them at the door, which was the same as before.

Therefore, later generations chose peach wood boards, six inches long and three inches wide and narrow. The names of the two gods Shentu Yulei were engraved on them, and then hung them in front of the door. According to legend, peach wood had the effect of suppressing evil and exorcising ghosts, praying for blessings and disasters, and then invited the names of the two gods Shentu Yulei to peach wood, and the welfare was even greater. Therefore, for thousands of years, every household has been like this. Even poor families will hang peach talismans in front of the door on the day of the New Year to pray for the better of the blessings of God in the next year.

Zhao Ziyang moved very quickly and went to the main hall to find his master Wu Shuang. After taking two peach talismans, he hurriedly ran out of the mountain gate, hanging above the vermilion gate. He did not forget to look at whether the peach talisman was symmetrical and stable, so he ran to Yunzhong's house and watched his junior brother write.

Although Yun Zhong said that he had not been able to write for a long time, his brushstrokes were very smooth, and the ink color was relaxed, and the pen was lightly flowing, and it was done in a moment.

The snow rises and the Nangong surrounds thousands of years, and spring reaches the world and lingers in the nine states.

Four characters of horizontal banners, blessings from all over the world.

The pen is extremely powerful, and when it is turned, it is like tying the sheath and stroking the eyebrows.

"Good Spring Festival couplets, good peach talismans. In this way, Nangong Mountain will definitely be prosperous in the coming year." One more person appeared in the house out of thin air, holding his swords with his hands, and his posture was splashed, "But the heavy snow still needs to be swept, so as to have a good omen."

The sound of firecrackers came, and a sword light went straight down from the top of Nangong Mountain to the Baili Mountain Road, brushing away countless snow dust and old ice.

Outside the gate of Nangong Mountain, Wu Shuang saw the aftermath of the sword energy that shocked countless ancient woods and snow dust, fell down, and returned to his spirit and smiled at several disciples, "Today is the New Year. When you stay up at night, your teacher will naturally give you some copper coins to your juniors. I hope that after the next year, the world will be in good weather. All the disciples of Nangong Mountain can follow the righteous path, follow the sky, and gradually get into a better place."

"It's like the sword energy of eight hundred miles away from its hands, and it goes thousands of miles to sweep away unfair things, save the world, live up to the sky, and go astray. From this mountain, it can be like a cloud head and the ground, and its clothes are not stained with dust."

Wu Shuang said softly: "It can be like a flying pudding, scattered everywhere in the world; it can be like a root joint, plucking the stems one by one; it can be like a spark, slowly reaching the water of the nine heavens."

Among the four disciples of Nangong Mountain, Liu Qing looked gentle, Qian Yin looked happy, Zhao Ziyang raised his eyebrows lightly, and Yun Zhong was full of joy.

"Okay, play the Bird Card. I see if you guys won't win you guys selling clothes." Wu Shuang smiled, her figure flashed, and she stepped back to the main hall in an instant.

In the villages at the foot of the mountain, there were scattered sounds of firecrackers, bursting, and the sparks slowly bloomed in the dark night.

The end of the year has arrived,
Chapter completed!