Mr. Xun never celebrated the New Year's Eve in the area except Xun Mansion. This was the first time. The master and apprentice put some food on Guangyueling and invited the man who shepherded sheep all day at the foot of the mountain to eat a meal. Mr. Zhou brought two pieces of red paper, grind the ink and pen and wrote two words "Fu" and placed it on two big rocks on the top of the mountain. This was considered the New Year's Eve.

However, Xun Yuantuo was almost beaten. The reason was not the other way, but the lack of alcohol tolerance. After drinking two cups of wine, he hooked the man's shoulder and said that he would add two meat dishes. The latter was unknown, so Mr. Xun just sprayed the wine and said that although the sheep at the foot of the mountain were thin, it was the most suitable to use it for wine. Although the meat was older, it was better to be chewy. Before he finished speaking, he asked the man to throw it three or five feet away. He almost knocked his head on the rock. Only then did he wake up and dared not say more.

But when it comes to chess skills today, Xun Yuantuo is very different from that. In the Xun Mansion, Mr. Zhou has been no longer using the Tianyuan game when he first came to the Xun Mansion. It is not that Mr. Zhou deliberately kept his hand, but that Mr. Xun's chess power has really increased more than one period. The chess scores on the Wufeng have been in vain for so many times. Although Mr. Xun's body has fallen into a bruise, it has indeed achieved great results. Mr. Zhou once admitted that even if he takes out eighty or ninety percent of his ability, he can't resist the boy's changing chess path and gathers the delicacies of the five schools over the years. Mr. Xun's chess power has been so strong.

This is true that green is taken from blue and blue is taken from blue.

"The Five Pagodao Peaks have been opened for more than a few months. I think you, the disciple, have already figured out most of the teachings of the Five Sects. They climbed the mountain and kowtowed 99 times. Only the remaining line is separated. When will you two go back?" The shepherd man has often gone to the mountain and goes up the mountain every two days, but his face remains unchanged. He seems to be unable to notice the various abnormalities on the mountain road, which makes Mr. Xun stagger.

"The more you urge, the slower you will be. If you urge me, the master and the disciple, will just stay on the mountain and stop leaving. Find the right time to steal two old sheep to set up a soup pot and drink a bowl of meat soup." Who is Zhou Kefa? Even though he knew that he could not beat the shepherd man, he would not forgive him at all. After venting such words, he immediately made the man beside him hang on his face.

The man raised his palm silently, causing Mr. Zhou to cough twice, and quickly said seriously, "I won't just have fun with you. Put down your rough fist, and I don't have any weight to break up my old bones, and the colored parcel will have to be returned to me. I will have to leave sooner or later. I will take this opportunity away and take it away all the time. I am afraid that no one has ever been around since ancient times. Even if my disciple is talented, he still borrows external power to enter the mountain. After more than ten years, he will definitely be able to seize the opportunity with his talent. Unfortunately, he is still a little tender now, and it depends on the luck of heaven."

"It's about your unlucky disciple," the man put down his palm, and he was a little popular. He got up and patted the hem of his ragged clothes, raised his eyebrows and asked, "I don't want to tell me what your purpose is for this trip?"

"What can I have shameful thoughts? It's all nonsense." Zhou Kefa looked contemptuous, "My brother has been guarding the mountain for many years. I'm afraid he's seen too many literati who are competing for fame and fortune, and he also thinks about me with ulterior motives. This is your fault."

"I think the purpose of you, a sour literati, is much bigger than those who have sought fame before. You can't wrap your energy with three swords. You should have enjoyed your age, not to mention that you are full of holes in your body. You shouldn't be so energetic. If there is no bonfire in front of you, how could moths be full of interest?" The man completely disbelief Zhou Kefa and teased, "Maybe you can hide it in front of others. For me, just by scanning up and down, I can see the brokenness in your body. Why bother lying hard? How can you teach your disciples well?"

Mr. Zhou put away his smile and said, "This matter is very important, I am sorry that I cannot tell you the truth."

"It's not hard to tell me about it, but it's just that the name is left in history. Anyone has thought about it. This matter is not only something you, a stunning person, want to do, but the consequences are not rare." The man stood up and left. When he was about to go down the mountain, he turned around and looked at Zhou Kefa deeply.

"I really want your apprentice to look around and no one? With his shoulders, can you really hold up a huge burden?"

"A master, don't think about dying all day long. Live well, won't it be good?"

In Zhou Kefa's eyes, the man slowly went down the mountain in the mountain road, and there were still desolate sand, gravel, earth and stones around him, which rose with the wind, but for some reason, the man stopped, squatted down, and his palms trembled.

I don’t know where the grass seeds were, and the wind and snow were digging out from the soil, eating thousands of wind and frost, soaring into the sky and falling to the ground, swaying and scrambling to the long-desolate mountain, taking root, taking snow, drinking from the soil and chewing. Before spring came, it actually broke out gently and broke out. A green bud in the mountain road seemed to cover the sky and the sun.

The man sat blankly beside the green bud, crying and laughing. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and shouted to Zhou Kefa, who looked relieved in the distance, "Does that nerd have any wine?"

Zhou Kefa took out a gourd from his cuff and smiled heartily, "It's all fools, why are you doing polite?"

The man drank a gourd of wine and fell straight on the mountain road.

Zhou Kefa has been in power for a long time and turned around and returned.

If you make what people want and what you think, you will be able to repay them. Even though life and death are great, it is nothing more than that.

"Come on, let's go with your master." Mr. Xun was not awake yet and was drowsy in the thatched cottage. He heard his master's call in a daze, and got up very hard, stumbled out of the door, tidied up the chessboard, and sat upright in front of him.

"This game will be used to give you ten thousand of your ability to go down the mountain. If you can go down the mountain, you will take you to go to the restaurant. During the holidays, there will be no oil or water, which is unreasonable."

So after years, I saw Tianyuan again.

In the past, the Emperor of Qi was Na’an. In the past, Po Wu also had a strong New Year atmosphere, and it was a great country. Every household was not short of money, but it was always fireworks. Many officials in the court also took advantage of the New Year holiday, took advantage of the New Year holiday and went out with their wives and children, and looked at the fireworks and firecrackers. It was rare to have some free time. Xun Wenqu was no exception. He had a great friendship with the people of the capital and was not a good match. He went out early on that day. After eating a bowl of tofu, he wandered around the market for most of the day, trying it out from all over the world, and he was happy and leisurely.

The people in the city had long known that this old man treated people peacefully. People in common often came to see each other and asked for a happy New Year. Without the money from the old man, many vendors rushed to give their best-quality goods to this official who was alone in the dynasty.

When Xun Wenqu was biting a little crab, a middle-aged man, who was mostly a merchant, came beside him. After whispering a few words, he retreated from the crowd as if nothing had happened.

The old man frowned.
Chapter completed!