Week by week.

"It's said to be a bad-tempered sword repairer! Get up and sell cloth, do you still want to save money for the New Year!" The cloth seller's companion laughed at the back.

The cloth vendor murmured, "...it's not a sword repairer, it's a ghost...it's a ghost..."

The evil ghost who was walking away suddenly stopped.

He bowed his head.

The black cloak was pulled down to a corner, and Qiu Bo Deng woke up, but the exhaustion between his brows was hard to hide. Qiu Bodeng looked at him for a while and whispered let me down. The demon didn't answer and continued to walk forward. Qiu Bodeng was quiet for a while, then took a step back and said, then back me up.

The evil spirit stopped at a street corner with few people.

Qiu Bo Deng was wearing a black cloak and shook when he stood on the ground. The evil ghost squatted down in the snow, and for a moment, a warm body leaned up. Qiu Bodeng stretched out his hand and wrapped around A Luo's neck, the black cloak was gently shaken by him, covering the two at the same time.

"Let's go."

He says.

The crowd was bustling.

No one knows that the Divine Sovereign and Heavenly Dao will struggle in the mud like dust. As no one could have imagined, there will be evil spirits in the world who are not afraid of pain to boil a handful of snow.

West Second Street is exhausted, and grocery stores are gradually disappearing. The adjacent West Third Street is completely different. There are long text stalls lined up on the street, or thin and slender, or long-sleeved and danceable scholars burn a small fire to bake inkstones and ink, and spread a piece of rice paper on the wooden stall. .

This is the custom of the winter solstice in Meicheng.

On the day of the winter solstice, bought a picture of a cold plum to go home. The cold plum on the picture needs to be painted with fine brushwork, not colored, with a total of 9981 petals. From the winter solstice onwards, one petal is applied every day, and when the eighty-one-petaled plum blossoms are all brightly colored, the shaking is over.

This is the so-called "Nine-Nine Dispelling Cold".

"Guest officer, come to Zhang Hanmei Tu?"

After a scholar drew a picture of "Nine Nine Cold Plums", he hurriedly greeted the guests passing by in front of the stall.

"Today is the winter solstice, I will draw you a picture of plum blossoms, and you and your lover will write and add a color every day, nine or nine, peach blossoms are blooming, just..."

This book is enthusiastic and articulate. When you see the old man, you will say that your granddaughter and grandson will grow up safely, like Hsinchu in early spring. Seeing the young couple traveling together, they are deeply in love with each other, and they are polite and elegant. Therefore, although he is a little more dignified, his business is still booming.

Right now, when he saw a new visitor coming, he subconsciously laughed and opened his mouth with a series of skilled rhetoric.

As soon as he raised his head, he suddenly met a pair of dark and deep eyes that looked like demons.

"Yes, yes..."

The scholar was straight for a long time, but did not write any more.

Stiff, Qiu Bodeng raised his hand and threw two pieces of silver to him: "A picture of a cold plum."

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Wenpu Street has been exhausted, Qiu Bodeng leaned on Arlo's shoulder and unfolded the plum petals on the scroll. Shi Wuluo carried him forward. The two of them didn't care about other people's eyes at all, and their hair on the temples was very close, like a pair of young couples with strong friendship, one pampered and the other tolerated in every possible way.

"...Seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one." Qiu Bodeng finished counting the last plum blossom, and turned his head to look at A Luo's face, "A Luo, after they said that they counted ninety-nine, the spring flowers bloomed. "

The demon walked forward quietly.

Step by step.

Qiu Bo Deng was also quiet for a while, and slowly rolled up the scroll... Since it takes ninety-nine to cool off, it would be difficult to walk around eighty-one.After counting ninety-nine, the flowers will bloom and spring will come.After the eighty-one hardships are over, everything is over.It will come to that last, the moment when the eaves and horses are clear and peaceful.

"Alo, make me a string of candied haws."

"Just a bunch."

Chapter 136: Folding Flowers and Asking for Wine, Silver-Grey Eyes

There are cliffs in Tianchi, about 100 feet high.