"Cut the dragon plum to remove the old mold, the old goes to the new, and the spring comes with good branches..."

The women clapped their hands, pointed their toes, and hummed softly to a gentle ballad.

"When spring comes, the branches grow...a new bud every year..."

The old man was on crutches, supervising the children to study seriously how the fathers took care of Meishen, and if anyone was not serious, he would hit him with a stick. The child was beaten and shrank his neck, not daring to be distracted any longer. Later, when their father is as old as grandpa, they should take over the silver dragon scissors passed down from generation to generation and take care of the god plum in the yard.

Plum petals fluttered.

Falling big and small, old and young.

It's Mei Shen, smiling softly.

"...Mei Shen laughed! Mei Shen laughed!"

The children applauded, ran forward happily, and took the old branch of Meishen from their father and uncle.

They were put into a large porcelain plate prepared early in the morning, and the best one was personally selected by the grandfather of the head of the family and inserted into the vase. The vase was brought into the house and placed together with three or two glowing red apples and a bunch of red firecrackers. The children sang Meicheng's "Song of Ten Joys" again.

This time, the song at the end is:

"Jiujiu eliminates the cold, and every year is safe."

The distant beast master sect, the mountains are covered with heavy snow.

On the mountain gate, a huge and beautiful silver dragon head hangs high, and only two black holes are left with their eyes still looking at the white clouds in the sky. Its dragon horn has countless branches, like a small forest. The snow fell on the dragon's horn, and it only fell when it piled high. There were fluffy birds flying and twittering.

... my God.

Ash has grown up.

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Qiu Bodeng stumbled forward in the alley. He didn't know where he should go, maybe he should go back to Tianchi Mountain and continue to count the unfinished star list, maybe he should ask Lu Jing and Budu, how the investigation was done, or maybe he should go... Where are you going?

Can't go anywhere.

He had to keep moving forward.

"... Ninety-nine clear the cold, every year is safe," beside the ear is the blessing song that every family is singing in the courtyard wall, "Every year is safe."

peaceful always.

will grow up safely.

Qiu Bodeng didn't want to hear this voice, but singing was everywhere.

Finally, he stopped, his back against the cold stone wall, and slowly, little by little, slid down. The young man in blood and black hair suddenly appeared in the alley out of thin air, lowered his eyes, and hugged him without saying a word. Qiu Bodeng knew that what just happened made him angry.

Qiu Bodeng wanted to say something, but he had no strength.

He could only tilt his head and show a pale smile:

"Alo, listen, every year is safe."

Chapter 135 The eaves and horses walk away from the dream, and the rock sugar is wrapped in Begonia

The winter solstice is cloudy.

The crystal snowflakes are swaying one after another, covering the ends of hair...Arong, Shiyi, Kuafu...The sun of Fusang, the blue of the moon mother's feathers, the Cangshan of A Luo's eyes... Countless memory pictures are interlaced and surrounded, like a revolving lantern , Qiu Bodeng saw the white-haired Arlo, and also saw the white-haired self in Arlo's eyes.

It seems that a long, long road has been traveled, time has passed, and it has arrived safely at the moment when Prime Minister Bai looks forward to it.

"so good."

We are all old.

A whirlwind.

The young man in blood clenched his arms and caught the boy who finally collapsed. The snow fell, and a strand of black hair fell on the back of the man's hand. In the distance, people inside the courtyard walls stopped singing and started to cook glutinous rice balls. Every household was filled with the sweetness of glutinous rice and sesame seeds.

Shredded tiles, gutters.

Perhaps there is a hibernating snake and rat in a small corner.

In this dead-end alley that no one knows about, the god-monarch is in a coma and is afraid of the wind and cold.

He is the lord of the gods, the little master of Taiyi, who controls the sun and the moon and pulls the stars, Zhou Heng's twelve continents and thirty-six islands, his swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and his calendar is number one in the world. But he also has only one spine and one heart, the red clothes can't hold back his tiredness, and his blood and flesh have long been ground dry.

The evil spirit was half-kneeling in the snow, around Qiu Bodeng's back.

...I want to make this person warm, want this person to sleep more peacefully.

A vague idea, don't know how it came about.

Ding Dong Ding Dong.

Outside the hutong, the eaves under the high wall are figuring out the wind.

With the sound of the cornice, the evil spirit suddenly became extremely frightened—the body temperature of the boy in his arms dropped little by little, but it didn't get any warmer at all. It's useless to hug with all your strength. The evil ghosts who are quenched in the cold have to crave warmth from the living, and can they warm others?

What did he forget?

Why can't there be a way to make this person warmer?

Why are you still so powerless?

Fear, disgust, hatred, hatred... Countless extremely intense emotions are screaming, tearing, roaring and questioning.

Snowflakes rustle.

The devil stood up abruptly.

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"Oops!"

In the small private school, Lu Jing stood up abruptly.

Bei Ge Zijin was taken aback by him: "Master Lu, what's wrong?"

Lu Jing didn't care to answer him, he opened the door of the wooden porch, and appeared on the eaves, looking around. Just now, he suddenly felt a cold and cold aura bursting out somewhere in the city. This aura was really impressive—who else would be there except for Shi Wuluo, who had already fallen into a demon?

Although he has full confidence in Young Master Qiu, the matter of falling from the heavens to the devil is still a huge hidden danger.