The fish caught in winter are basically big fish, one is as long as the other. Because of the abundant aquatic products, the local people's fish are very well cooked.

In the cold winter month, ice and snow are covered with snow outside the window, and the warm kang inside the house is warm. Fish fillets roll with the soup base on the kang, red soup and white meat, with black pears and persimmons, are so uneasy.

Fu Yao was very happy to eat the fish pot, so he took a frozen pear and leaned against the side to suck the juice. The frozen pear meat tasted sweet and had a unique flavor. Zhongli on the opposite side was peeling her chestnuts.

The two were chatting about some small things. At this time, a golden snowflake outside the window fell on the roof of the snow house with the white snow. Soon it was flooded by snowflakes, and some were silent.

Indoor, Fu Yao and his two talked about somehow moved to hunting.

"I prefer to catch turtles in a jar, be prepared for any trouble." Fu Yao said, "Even if it is a weak prey, sometimes there is a chance to give you a fatal blow. So either don't take action, and you must be foolproof if you want to take action."

"It's a coincidence that I'm the same as you. Why don't we go out tomorrow? The snow chicken is made into beggar chicken, and the taste is very good." Zhongli suggested.

"Since you want to eat chicken, you must add mushrooms and add some chestnuts. I hope the harvest of this trip will satisfy us." Fu Yaoyi said with some advice.

I was chatting around the fire at night, and when the fire burned under the heater, everything outside was already silent.

At this time, the moon was approaching, and the sky was clear outside. Fu Yao pushed open the door and looked outside. He saw the boundless light illumination illuminating the snow, which was so beautiful that it was lonely and touching.

"Walking to the snowy night to find plum blossoms?" Zhongli extended his hand to Fu Yao and invited him.

"It sounds good." Fu Yao put his hand in his palm, "With Yue and Xue, we shouldn't forget Hongmei."

The two of them walked away hand in hand in the snow, leaving a candle in the house with a slightly yellowish yellow light.

When they returned with plum blossoms in the second half of the night, an unexpected guest came outside the snow house.

"Why are you standing outside the door?" Fu Yao looked at the old man Conch and said.

The old man from Conch coughed and said, "How can I break into the door if my master is not here?"

"Since that's the case, let's go in with me." Fu Yao entered the house, touched a half-person-high white porcelain vase. Zhongli put the plum branches he had brought in, and placed them in a corner of the house. He also repaired a small branch and put them in the fine wine bottle that had just finished drinking, and placed them on the windowsill beside the kang.

When there are plums in the room, the fragrance will naturally float.

The old man Conch did not say anything to greet him, but took out something and put it on the table, saying, "Do you two know what this is."

When Fu Yao saw that it was a golden butterfly.

After taking the butterfly in her hand, she said, "Senior, did you know that I like gold, so I sent me a New Year's gift in advance?"

"This is not an ordinary gold ornament." The old man of Conch sighed, "This is a rare treasure I got by chance back then, called the Nightmare Golden Butterfly, which confuses people's minds and refines people into puppets. I no longer want to participate in this world, but I didn't expect to notice the breath of the golden butterfly tonight, and then I found it."

"You mean, this thing was found here?" Fu Yao provoked King Dee and said, "But this is not your thing, so how could he come for no reason."

"I had already sent this kingdomed man out in my early years." The old conch looked bitter, "As for whom I gave, you should know. I just didn't expect that she would use this thing to deal with you."

"Are you talking about Ci Qing?" Fu Yao didn't care about Ci Qing's targeting. What she was even more curious about was, "If I was right, she should be the one who gave up everything and wanted to change her fate. But the fact is that she betrayed you, why didn't you hate her?"

At least, she didn't look like she hated someone.

"I just hate myself more than I hate her." said the old man Conch, "And she is also a pitiful person. After struggling for so many years, her cultivation is still mediocre. The things she has gained with all her energy are easily obtained by others. Perhaps this is God's punishment for her.

I know that the two of them have a high level of cultivation. If she really can't think about it in the future, she will come and find your troubles, but please give her a glimmer of life for my sake. You don't need to let her go. Just like giving her a chance, you can give her a chance. As for whether she can live, it depends on herself."

Having said that, the old man Conch took back the Kingdee and was about to say goodbye and leave.

But Fu Yao invited him to stay, "The New Year is coming soon, so why not spend the New Year with us, so it's better for seniors to spend the New Year with us. There are more people and more lively."

"this……"

Zhongli also spoke at this time: "I and Fu Yao are about to be reincarnated, and I just took this opportunity to say goodbye to you."

Hearing that they were trying to keep him like this, the old man Conch was so kind that he could not refuse, so he stayed.

...

Songshan.

The Shaolin Temple is also busy celebrating the New Year. Because the abbot's health has improved, the whole temple is much more intense than in previous years.

The fat and thin couple also celebrated the New Year in the temple this year, but the thin men were a little worried about why they sent Qingsongguan's letter to this day but have not heard back yet.

Is Master Fu unwilling to make a deal with them?

Because of worrying about this, the thin man wanted to go back to the water after the New Year to see if he could invite Master Fu Guan.

In the abbot's wing, the abbot was reading a story for the little ginkgo. The old and the young were in a happy mood, but the peony in his hand was a little wilted and the leaves began to wither.

It was time for Master Huineng to deliver the medicine again. The abbot drank the medicine in one sip. The little ginkgo was very obedient to pour him a glass of water. After pouring the water, he used the leaves of peony to dip it in the teacup before handing it to the abbot clumsyly.

The abbot has watched his move many times these days. Once, he did not drink the water stirred by peony, and he was extremely weak.

At first he thought the child was a little weird, but now it seems that it is not that there is still a weirdness, but that the pot of flowers has some problems. In other words, it is more like the flower is hanging his last breath.

He also asked the little monk who was feasting flowers and asked where the peony came from. The little monk himself couldn't tell me why, because he could guarantee that all he picked were blooming flowers, and this whole plant of peony could not be mixed in it.

The little monk didn't know the origin of this peony, so the others naturally didn't know it. As for why Anping's child was like this, he was another mystery. After all, a child who was only about two years old could know something from his mouth.

...

The end of the year always passes quickly in the busy life. Before I knew it, the red couplets of every household were posted.

For Fu Yao and the others, money can handle everything, such as their rich New Year’s Eve New Year’s Eve dinner, which is full of colors, fragrance and flavor, which is made by a local chef at a high price.

Since there are good dishes, there must be fine wine. The wine that northern men drink is like a knife and poured down from their hearts like a fire, which is so refreshing.

But the ordinary wine was not intoxicating. The old man Conch seemed a little embarrassed to eat for free, so he went to find the Brewer God to ask for a jar of good wine, and wanted to have Fu Yao and the other two to stay drunk and return.

The wine brewed by the gods is indeed different from ordinary wines. This time, the three of them were drunk.

After getting drunk, the old man Conch gradually talked more and more.

He talked about a lot of things, and talked about the days he had been with the Duke of the Lord, and also about the interesting things that happened when he was with Ciqing.

"...... In my life, the happiest thing is when I came to the mortal world. The rules and regulations are sometimes used to break them. Even though Ci Qing let me down, if I hadn't been her, I wouldn't have those days worth remembering... You guys, why am I so cheap..."

"These are human emotions." Fu Yao also tilted his head, "Since he is a human, he has flesh and blood and feelings. You just need to think it's worth it."

"Yes, so I don't regret it. I don't regret it at all. I just have some regrets. If Ciqing and I were like you, that would be great." The old man Conch had a hint of envy in his eyes, "But she was so greedy and always thought about things she shouldn't have thought of."

"Maybe you'll be more relaxed." Zhongli poured them wine again and said, "No matter what, I've been here for this glass."

"Okay, cheers!"

By the time all the wine was over, the three of them were already drunk. Among them, the old man in Conch drank the most and was unconscious.

"I'll send him to rest." Zhongli said.

"Okay." Fu Yao nodded, swept the messy cups and plates on the table, and the room was restored clean again.

After Zhongli sent the old man with conch to rest, he returned to the outside room. Fu Yao was not there. He wanted to put the incense with the cypress branches into the incense burner, but turned around but saw the door being pushed open. Fu Yao grabbed two frozen pears from outside and asked him, "Do you eat?"

"When did you become so polite?" Zhongli smiled.

Fu Yao stopped holding the pear's hand and simply took a bite by himself, "Do you like it or not."

After putting the incense, Zhongli took another frozen pear and said, "Now the Chinese New Year is over, where are you going next."

"Next?" Fu Yao looked at him, "I think it's more appropriate for us to go for a rest together next."

The indoor lights are warm and warm, adding a bit of charm to Fu Yao out of thin air, and the space where only the two of them are gradually spreading an ambiguous atmosphere.

"There are guests now." Zhongli spoke, breaking the atmosphere.

"He is already drunk, right?" Fu Yao refused to let go. He grabbed Zhongli's sleeve with one hand, stepped back step by step, and led him to the room.

In the room, the candlelight was not lit and spontaneously burned. The moment they entered the room, the door was closed.

Fu Yao stretched out his fingers and wanted to hook Zhongli's clothes, but Zhongli sat on the table next to him, perfectly avoiding her fingers.

Fu Yao was stunned, his voice a little resentful, "Don't you like me?"

"You have a cup of tea first to calm down." Zhongli poured her a glass of water, "I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

"The dream of the Nightmare Golden Butterfly should be more than confusing people's minds." Zhongli said.

"Who knows, I don't know this."

"Don't you know?" Zhongli raised his eyebrows, "I remember you said you were old acquaintances with the old man Conch. He knew, how could you not know?"
Chapter completed!