At noon, Chu Chen and Song Yan walked into the Jiuxuan Hall hand in hand.
When he saw nine fruit plates neatly arranged with three sticks of incense stuck on them, Chu Chen was stunned.
Ah this...
"I never told Xiao Wuyou to add incense when preparing the fruit plate."
Chu Chen sighed, "It was my negligence."
With that said, Chu Chen walked to one side and picked up a handful of incense, "Fortunately, little Wuyou is smart."
Chu Chen also put three sticks of incense on each of the nine fruit plates.
"Masters, I don't mean to offend, I just hope that you can take this opportunity to use smoke to communicate with the gods, resonate with the ancestors, digest the energy of the Tianshan Snowman Fruit faster, and wake up as soon as possible."
Chu Chen spoke seriously, looking up at the eight ice sculptures, "Masters, take care."
Chu Chen has decided to go down the mountain today.
Go home for the New Year.
Chu Chen's parents have already gone to Qin Realm, and they just received news that his second uncle and others have taken his family to Thousand Layers Peak to celebrate the New Year. The home Chu Chen wants to return to is naturally the Song family in Chancheng.
Song Yan stared blankly at Chu Chen's actions.
After walking out of the hall, Song Yan finally couldn't help but ask, "Is it true that people can use cigarettes to reach the gods?"
Chu Chen smiled, "In Chinese mythology, don't the gods and Buddhas all over the sky want to inhale the incense of the human world?
I'm not talking nonsense, the masters are close to the Jiu Xuan Ancestor every day, and maybe they were confessed together, so they really have a chance to resonate with each other."
"Stop fooling Yanyan."
Nangong Yun walked over and rolled his eyes at Chu Chen, "It's obvious that you want to tease the eight masters."
"Sister Jun, you came just in time, let's go down the mountain together."
Chu Chen said, "Anyway, the eight masters are celebrating the New Year with Ancestor Jiuxuan. Let's go back to Chan City to celebrate the New Year."
It’s Chinese New Year.
Nangong Yun couldn't help but sigh in her heart and looked at Chu Chen.
When Chu Chen entered Jiuxuanmen, he was still a child, but now, he can enshrine eight masters on the altar.
Time is not forgiving.
Nangong Yun did not refuse to go back to Chancheng with Chu Chen to celebrate the New Year.
After having lunch, Chu Chen said goodbye to the Jiuxuanmen and returned with Sanmei.
After the battle that destroyed the three major sects, a peaceful scene appeared in the Chinese warrior world.
The overall strength of 2000 is steadily increasing, and it controls the order of the entire Chinese warrior world.
Except for the ancient warriors who joined 2000, it is rare to hear of any signs of the ancient warriors appearing anywhere.
Chu Chen returned to Chancheng for three days. When New Year's Eve came, he received news from Liu Shiwan. He did not discover the existence of the fire seeds.
Chu Chen destroyed three sects in one day, causing the remaining fire seeds to be hidden deeper.
"I'm back!"
At the door of Song's house, Song Qiu was extremely excited.
This is my first time home since joining the army.
At this moment, Song Qiu was in a surging mood. He wanted to hug everyone in his family one by one!
The security guard at the door has gone home for the holidays. The Song family villa area is very quiet. The area around Song Lake is full of lanterns, full of New Year atmosphere.
Song Qiu rushed into the hall, but there was no one there.
"Where have everyone gone?"
Song Qiu was confused. He told his father that he would go home today, "Did they all go to the airport to pick me up?
I didn’t come back by plane.”
Song Qiu slapped his head, blaming himself for not making it clear.
Song Qiu quickly dialed his father's phone. It rang for a long time, but no one answered.
After thinking about it, Song Qiu dialed Chu Chen's number directly, "Brother-in-law!"
After the call was connected, Song Qiu said excitedly, "I'm home."
On the other end of the phone, Chu Chen was stunned for a moment, "Xiao Qiu?
Are you going home for the New Year?"
Song Qiu was also stunned, "Huh?"
"We had New Year's Eve dinner at Huateng Hotel."
Chu Chen said, "Do you want to come over?"
Do you want... to come over?
Brother-in-law, is this human language?
Song Qiu hung up the phone with tears in her eyes.
I am losing more and more status in this family.
Song Qiu quickly rushed out of the Song family and arrived at the Huateng Hotel as quickly as possible.
This time, the box Chu Chen and his family were in at the Huateng Hotel was undoubtedly the Tenglong No. 1 box on the sixth floor.
Song Qiu pushed the door open and walked in. The family was busy and drinking.
"Xiaoqiu is back."
The box was filled with the sound of laughter.
When the countdown sounded, and when "Unforgettable Tonight" sung, Song Qiu was the first to rush to Chu Chen, "Happy New Year, brother-in-law, and I will give birth to a precious son soon."
Song Qiu looked at Chu Chen eagerly.
Many titles of brother-in-law flashed through my mind...
The young master of the Nine Mysterious Sect, the most extraordinary sect in the world.
The eldest son of the Chu family, the largest family in China.
The Crown Prince of the Trillion Group.
The general person in charge of Special Envoy Department 2000 of the Special Operations Bureau.
The world-famous Hero Chu.
The world-renowned Peach Blossom God of War.
Song Qiu became more and more expectant, his eyes twinkling.
Chu Chen naturally understood what Song Qiu meant, and casually took out a red envelope that he had prepared a long time ago and handed it to Song Qiu, "It's so profitable. Happy New Year."
Song Qiu took it happily and said, "Thank you, brother-in-law. I'll go to the bathroom."
I held it in my hand.
It's so thin, can it be a check?
The moment Song Qiu closed the bathroom door, he couldn't wait to open the red envelope...
The smile on his face instantly faded like a tide.
The dignified prince of a trillion-dollar group actually received a five-yuan red envelope.
Song Qiu sighed. You shouldn't have too much expectations for the New Year's red envelope.
It’s New Year!
This year’s Yangcheng is particularly lively.
Because the flowers bloomed overnight in Yangcheng a few days ago, although the official pruning was a lot, this year's Yangcheng is an out-and-out flower city. Many people from nearby cities go to Yangcheng to visit the flower streets on New Year's Day.
Early in the morning, Chu Chen and Song Yan first paid New Year's greetings to Mr. Song Changqing, then to Sister Jun, and then to Song Xieyang and his wife.
I also got a lot of New Year red envelopes.
After breakfast, Song Qiu acted as the driver, Chu Chen co-piloted, Song Yan and Nangong Yun sat in the back seat, and headed to Yangcheng excitedly.
On the way, Chu Chen received a New Year's call from Xiao Wuyou. On the phone, Chu Chen did not forget the eight ice sculpture masters. He asked Xiao Wuyou to remember to put a red envelope on each of the eight ice sculptures to send New Year greetings to the eight masters.
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After Xiao Wuyou hung up the phone, Chu Chen's cell phone rang again...
New Year greeting calls came one after another.
In fact, this is the first Chinese Spring Festival in the era of spiritual energy recovery. Fighting among warriors continues to occur in many places outside China.
Huaxia was the place where warriors appeared the most in ancient times. However, because 2000 was in control of the situation, Huaxia was actually the safest place in the world.
Throughout the Spring Festival, Chu Chen lived a very leisurely life. Of course, practicing every day was essential.
Diligence neglected in play.
Chu Chen acts like a hard-working little bee every day, actively collecting honey.
Above the realm of magical powers is the realm of golden body.
However, Chu Chen couldn't figure out what the Golden Body Realm was at all.
Song Yan, on the other hand, is getting closer and closer to the magical realm.
Chu Chen was also full of expectations.
I don’t know what my wife will become first after she realizes the ever-changing magical power...
On the soft bed, Chu Chen put his arms around Song Yan, slid down her smooth back, patted her gently, and made a crisp and elastic sound, "Wife, change."
