In the night, the villagers worked together to carry the bodies of two strange men out of the village and buried them. Bian Yao took advantage of the gap to check the space bags searched from the two of them and found that in addition to some spiritual fruits and miscellaneous things, there were 32 corpses of snow wolf, and there were no scars on them. He had heard that in some cities, a complete snow wolf fur can usually be worth thousands of dream coins.

That night, Bian Yao gave all the snow wolf to the villagers, one end of each household, but only two ends of the girl's house, and the other extra heads were slaughtered and divided equally for the villagers. The villagers were naturally grateful to him. Each snow wolf weighed more than 100 pounds, which was much larger than the sheep they raised.

Although the snowfall had stopped and the weather became sunny the next day, Bian Yao failed to refuse the villagers' enthusiasm to keep them, and stayed in the village for another two days.

On the evening of the sixth day, Bian Yao left the village under the respect of the villagers and walked in the direction pointed out by the old man for him. When he parted, the girl's eyes turned red, tears were rustling but she didn't say a word. Instead, the little boy kept smiling and waved to him.

In the next few days, Bianyao began to lie down on day and walk at night, and judged the direction based on the star signs in the night sky. It was not until he left the snow that he turned to hang around day and night again. On the way, he also encountered many beasts, all of which became the targets of his exercise. Fortunately, he did not encounter a powerful beast. The journey was smooth and he was shocked and safe.

One evening a month later, Bian Yao came to a small town called "Jing'an" in the eastern suburbs of the imperial city. Because it is located in a remote and remote suburb and is rarely invaded by strange animals, the residents here live a relatively quiet and stable life. Most of the residents of Jing'an Town are ordinary people, and there are only a few low-level dream cultivators.

It is severe winter and the weather is cold. Walking on the street, Bianyao found lights and decorations everywhere, full of joyful atmosphere. From the conversations of pedestrians, I learned that today is exactly the end of the year, and this day is the new year.

In the Mengxian Continent, both ordinary people and practitioners treat the last day of each year as a very important festival. At the end of the year, most people will put down their work, enjoy it wholeheartedly, and eat, drink and have fun as much as possible.

Bianyao walked to Sanchakou on the main street and found an ordinary small restaurant at the west entrance. There were a few wintersweet flowers planted under the shop in front of the door, which was in full bloom. He hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and walked in with a smile.

As the night approached, the restaurant was quite lively, and it was almost full of people, chatting and laughing. Bian Yao sat down at the only empty table left. A servant in green hurriedly ran over and asked with a smile: "What are you going to do, this guy?"

"Give me a pot of wine and eat it as much as you want." Bian Yao just smelled the aroma of wine outside the door and became addicted to alcohol. When he was with Ye Zizi, he drank a lot. Although he had a poor alcohol tolerance, he was obsessed with the smell and the dizziness.

"Customer, wait a moment, the 'cold plum wine' in our plum blossom restaurant is well-known far and wide. I will applaud you after drinking it! Even two dishes will be satisfied with you!" The servant said with a smile, put the towel on his shoulder, and turned around and left.

After waiting for a while, the servant came over with a tray, which contained a pot of wine, a porcelain wine glass, a plate of steamed whole chicken and a plate of fried winter bamboo shoots.

"Brother, this 'Plum Blossom Chicken' is the signature dish of this restaurant. Please enjoy it. If it is not enough, please greet me."

Bian Yao nodded with a smile. Seeing that there were many plum petals on the steamed chicken, you could still smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms. He felt very strange in his heart. After the guy walked away, he first pulled off a chicken leg and ate it clean. Then he poured the cup full of wine. After a bite, he couldn't help but smack his tongue and enjoyed the dinner on the end of the year with a smile.

Four ordinary people sat on the next table and were chatting with wine. One of the men in black suddenly asked, "Who do you want to enter the city for the 'Spring Festival' at the beginning of next year?"

"I'm going to try my luck! At the beginning of this year's 'Spring Festival', I received a hundred fragrant fruits outside the prince's mansion, which is equivalent to a thousand dream coins! It's enough for me to use for two months." The middle-aged man in black replied with a smile, his face full of smugness.

"I have heard that I can get more spiritual fruits when I go to the National Uncle Mansion. This time I decided to queue outside the National Uncle Mansion in 'Shanghai'." The young man on one side said mysteriously.

"No matter how powerful the uncle is, his status cannot be comparable to that of the prince! Does he want to compete with the prince?" The man wrapped in a thick cotton coat on the other side replied dissatisfiedly.

"That's hard to say. I heard that the national uncle's supernatural powers are above the prince, and he is not afraid of the prince's identity at all." The young man seemed to admire the current national uncle very much, and his face was gloomy as he spoke.

Bian Yao was drinking and eating vegetables silently, listening to the conversations of several people. He knew something about what the four people were talking about. For most people on Mengxian Continent, the "Spring Festival" on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is a very important festival and is very popular among people, especially ordinary people.

According to legend, "Spring Festival" originated in ancient times. At that time, due to some special reasons, Mengxian Continent was trapped in a desolate place. The earth was frozen by the extremely cold air, and the living environment of ancient residents was deteriorating greatly. Many people died every day. Until the beginning of the year of a certain year, the day was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and a Mengxian Continent was born. On that day, the Mengxian used the supreme power of heaven to dissolve the endless ice, allowing the long-lost spring to return to the earth, and the vitality green bloomed again in various parts of the Mengxian Continent, and the four seasons entered the alternating cycle again. Survived on Mengxian Continent

In order to thank the dream fairy, the ancient residents spontaneously regarded that day as "Salvation Day" to spread the glory of the dream fairy. However, as the years passed, the dream fairy became an extremely distant and hazy legend. Gradually, the "Salvation Day" was replaced by "Salvation Day", meaning that spring returned to the earth. I don't know when the sacrifice of the Spring Festival has lost its original meaning. Those families and powerful families with relatively long history often donate to ordinary people on the sacrifice of the Spring Festival to demonstrate and promote their kindness and kindness, and will also attract talents from all kinds of cultivation through various activities.

Bian Yao was not very interested in the "Spring Festival" for the coming year. He only cared about what he had to do next, and what situations he might encounter and face. He had been separated from Ye Zizi for more than a year. He was the early dream walker at the time, and now he is in the late stage. Although he is not sure when the old ghost will come to find him, he still has to do what he promised. This has never been an idea since he promised Lao Gui. Even though his understanding of Ye Zizi is very limited, Bian Yao has an inexplicable trust in this person.

The plum blossom restaurant is mainly for ordinary people. A meal costs only a dozen scented fruits. This is a bit too cheap for Bian Yao. Now the various spiritual fruits he owns in his space bag are no less than ten thousand.

After leaving the restaurant, the sky has become dark. Jing'an Town is located in a remote suburb, a few days away from the imperial city. Now, Bian Yao is no longer in a hurry to travel, so he found a hotel in the town to stay.

On the end of the year and New Year's Eve, Bian Yao thought about it for a long time in the bedroom. He repeatedly and carefully recalled the plan that Ye Zizi had made for himself. The book that Lao Gui had written to him, which contained many important messages, had long been destroyed by him, but all the information stored in it had been remembered in his heart.

In the middle of the night, Bian Yao suddenly remembered He Qingyin. Is she still so delicate and gentle? She has been separated from the girl for two years. Bian Yao is increasingly unable to understand what kind of emotions she has for He Qingyin, but she often misses her. What does that mean? In the heart of the boy, it is a wonderful emotion that is indescribable.

He really wanted to take a detour to the cemetery in the southern suburbs to meet her. This idea was stronger than ever. He was worried that he would never see the girl again. Although according to Lao Gui, as long as he strictly followed the plan and was cautious, he would not be in danger. But in fact, no matter how perfect the plan was, there were often some undetectable or predictable loopholes and mistakes, and the most feared thing about anything was accidents.

However, the next morning, when Bian Yao left the inn, he chose to rush to the imperial city directly. Because he was not sure whether he could see He Qingyin. After all, the green-haired old woman seemed to have no good feelings for her, and she couldn't get into the barrier she set. Apart from that, he didn't know what reason to see the girl and what should she say?

The new year has begun. On the top of a hill outside Jing'an Town, I turned my head and looked quietly at the rising sun in the morning. Bian Yao had an illusion that he had grown a lot. After a while, when he turned down the hill with a smile, the childishness on his face seemed to fade a little. He walked in the oncoming cold wind, stepping on the winding lonely path, and firmly headed towards the direction where the imperial city was.

(ps: Hot, hot! It’s hard to calm down just by blowing fans, and you can’t calm down. Just be cooler next month.)


Chapter completed!