I also heard that there were three thunder tribulations, and all the nine heavens and all directions were shaken and angry.
A sword froze the snow in the mountains, and in the blink of an eye, winter entered the world.
Cut away a thunder calamity.
After hearing the edict, he went out and called out all things in the mountains and forests, causing the spirits of heaven and earth to move and turn them into sword energy.
Another thunder catastrophe.
There is only one left.
Raise your sword with flowers.
The sword rose straight up into the sky like a rainbow, shattering the lightning and falling down like starlight.
In front of Qiuyue Square, the old city god caressed his white beard and watched the scene where the calamity was dispersed by the sword energy.
He was stunned for a long time, but could not speak.
The old city god had already guessed the result, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he still couldn't hide the shock in his heart.
With one's own power, the heaven and earth are shattered by thunder and calamity.
Is such a Taoist really still among the immortals?
The thunder retreated, the clouds dispersed, and the strong wind fell in the valley.
Seeing the stars and the moon again seemed like a dream.
On that day, it was scorching hot weather for hundreds of miles, but the Taoist temple on the mountaintop was covered by flying snow.
Winter suddenly comes!
Ting Yujian turned back to his side, Chen Changsheng shook his sleeves and muttered: "The momentum is quite big."
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"Such a big movement..."
The old Dragon King, who was in the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the river, felt something in his heart. He walked out of the river and looked towards the place where the thunder disaster was.
After watching it for a while, I no longer worried too much when I saw that the lightning disaster had dissipated.
"After all, he is a person who can't take any time off." The old Dragon King shook his head and smiled.
Ying Yuan stood aside and asked: "Dad, in that direction, could it be Liuyun Temple?"
"Exactly."
The old Dragon King nodded and said: "Your Uncle Chen will either do nothing or do something big."
Ying Yuan opened his mouth, admiring Mr. Chen even more in his heart.
He looked at the old Dragon King and asked: "Mr. Chen's Taoism..."
The old Dragon King shook his head and interrupted him, but did not give any explanation.
Ying Yuan understood it in his heart and did not dare to ask any more questions.
Ying En, who was standing nearby, pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.
She seemed to have guessed why this disaster was coming.
At first, when Mr. Chen whispered to her, she was still a little unsure. Now that she has seen this calamity, Ying En can no longer calm down.
That incense can really...
"Mystical powers are vast..."
At this moment, Ying En finally understood the meaning of these four words.
And when that day of calamity is about to begin.
Mo Yuan stopped bickering with Hu Junhan and drove Tao'er to Qiuyue Fang as fast as possible.
Seeing this situation, Hu Junhan also followed him, wanting to find out what was going on.
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When they rushed back to Liuyun Temple, they saw the scene on the top of the snow-covered mountain.
"gentlemen!"
Tao'er shouted loudly and ran into the temple. Seeing no one in the front yard, she ran into the backyard.
Finally, I saw Mr. Chen sitting and drinking tea in the pavilion in the backyard.
Hu Junhan and Mo Yuan came one after another.
They all looked at Mr. Chen blankly, not knowing what happened just now.
Why is Mr. Chen so calm?
Chen Changsheng looked at them and said with some surprise: "You came back so early? Isn't there a few more days left for the Jiang Hai Banquet?"
Mo Yuan blinked and said, "I realized something was wrong and rushed back immediately. The thunder disaster just now had nothing to do with sir?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "It's from somewhere else."
"Yes, really?"
Mo Yuan didn't believe it, so he turned to look at Hu Junhan.
Hu Junhan blinked at him, understanding what he meant.
Mo Yuan understood. He glanced at Mr. Chen and stopped asking any more questions.
Hu Junhan stood up and said: "Since there is nothing to do, I won't disturb Mr. Chen."
He took Mo Yuan to go out.
Tao'er was a little confused and asked, "Isn't it?"
Mo Yuan urged her: "Hey, let's go."
Tao'er was just pulled out of the backyard.
They came to the stone table under the dead tree and sat down.
A thick layer of snow had already accumulated on the surrounding ground. Looking up, there was still a little scattered power of heaven on the sky.
If you say it's not this place, who would believe it?
Mo Yuan said: "It doesn't matter whether he is or not, as long as Mr. Chen says no, then it's not."
Hu Junhan nodded and felt that what Mo Yuan said made sense.
Tao'er looked around and said, "Summer turns to winter in the blink of an eye, how can it be said..."
Mo Yuan said: "Don't they all say that auspicious snow heralds a good harvest? Anyway, it is regarded as a good omen."
"Snow falling in May heralds a good harvest?"
"Aren't the months the same? Anyway, it's not much different."
Mo Yuan waved his hand and ignored the topic.
Tao'er shook her head helplessly, then stood up and picked up the broom to sweep the snow in the yard.
The sound of sweeping snow echoed in the courtyard.
Liuyun Temple was still quiet, and the person sweeping the snow was still the woman who came from nowhere.
Tao'er seemed to remember that time many years ago.
She probably didn't expect that she would get married in this life.
She thought to herself that it would be nice if there was snow on the wedding day.
There is no other reason, I just simply like it.
Her thoughts about this world were so pure.
Later, Zhang Xiaoliu came to the Taoist temple.
He brought a jar of wine, naturally for Mr. Chen.
When Chen Changsheng saw him again, he clearly felt that Zhang Xiaoliu had aged much.
He is indeed old.
Chen Changsheng invited him into the backyard.
Compared to before, Zhang Xiaoliu was obviously a little more reserved. Perhaps it was because of what happened before that he lost his original calmness.
Chen Changsheng asked: "After three years of sweeping mountains, how do you feel?"
Zhang Xiaoliu replied: "Sir, everything is fine. Mr. Mo will also chat with me on weekdays, so he won't be bored."
Chen Changsheng nodded slightly and said, "Then the government has paid back all the money that the government has withheld from you?"
Zhang Xiaoliu was stunned for a moment and lowered his head, looking a little embarrassed.
Chen Changsheng said: "Chen didn't help me at all in this matter."
Zhang Xiaoliu raised his head and blinked, confused, and asked: "That is..."
Chen Changsheng asked: "Do you still remember the person who gave him the green orange?"
Zhang Xiaoliu recalled the figure waiting at the foot of the mountain.
He came back to his senses and asked, "Did he help me?"
Chen Changsheng nodded and said: "Yes, but in fact this matter is just a favor. He has already had the idea of rectifying local officials. It just happened."
After hearing this, Zhang Xiaoliu felt less guilty.
He has no face to owe his husband anymore.
For him, even one more point is a kind of guilt deep in his heart.
Chen Changsheng looked at the wine jar he brought, reached for it, and opened the fire paint.
The aroma of wine overflows.
Chen Changsheng sniffed it and said with a smile: "It's still the same Qiuyue Brewing."
When Zhang Xiaoliu saw the smile on his husband's face, he couldn't help but laugh.
"I won't drink tea today."
Chen Changsheng said: "How about this jar of wine?"
Zhang Xiaoliu was slightly startled and looked at Mr.
After being silent for a long while, he said something.