There is a high hall above, and the high hall is in the Apricot Blossom Valley in the sky.

It was snowing, and the wind and snow were blocked outside the temple.

This year's winter solstice is the happiest Li Xiuyuan has experienced in these years, because he does not want to face the wind and rain of the world, and the present life without sorrow or joy is the day he wants.

The days are like water, neither for others nor for yourself.

The five of them drank a large vat of apricot flower wine. Xiao Longer drank half of his wine glass and stopped drinking. However, Long Hongchen drank one glass at a young age.

Except for Li Xiuyuan who drank two cups, all the rest went into the cups of the three women.

It was snowing in the evening, so Li Xiuyuan went to the temple and found the magic iron left by the old Taoist priest under the Buddhist altar. He was in a good mood and looked at the three women who were drinking and drinking and suddenly became interested.

I burned agarwood, took out the harp and placed it across my lap, and tuned a low tune.

The notes flowing between her fingers were "Water Melody Songtou" that Nangong Ruyu had not heard for decades. Suddenly, Nangong Ruyu, who was back as a girl, had the illusion that she had returned to the small bluestone courtyard on Fangcun Mountain.

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If I wish you a long life, will the pear blossoms on that tree still bloom every year?

Master Qingxu and the master both left one after another. What about the green pear tree?

Thinking of this, Nangong Ruyu, who was holding a half glass of wine, couldn't help but burst into tears.

While crying, she sang along: "Turn around the Zhuge Pavilion, look down at the beautiful house, and take the light of sleepless people. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye..."

No one else needs to know about this, this moment is a memory of time between Nangong Ruyu and her master.

For example, heavenly beings like Song Tianyu have never heard such music, let alone the lyrics and music sung by Nangong Ruyu.

Xiao Longer and Long Hongchen just listened to the excitement, clapped their little hands and hummed along.

Song Tianyu drank another glass of wine and thought to himself, it seemed that only the guy in front of him in the world was worthy of the little princess in the Phoenix Valley.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but giggle. She didn't know what year it was in the palace in the sky.

It seemed that Mu Mu should be clear about this poem. Thinking that it would not be long before she could return to Phoenix Valley, she decided to take a good look at the little girl she had not seen yet.

My sister’s daughter is also my baby.

After playing the piano for three times, Li Xiuyuan, whose heart was as solid as a rock, had faint traces of tears in the corners of his eyes.

Nangong Ruyu looked at him and said in a daze: "Master, I think of the green pear tree in the small courtyard at the back of Xuantian Temple, and the autumn pears at the back of Prajna Temple..."

Li Xiuyuan looked at her and sighed softly: "Then you have to wait until I get back there, and wait until I come back to pickle a jar of autumn pears..."

For him, more than just a vat of autumn pears in the Five Realms can express his nostalgia?

Nangong Ruyu was drunk that night, and even Xiaoqing, who didn't understand Li Xiuyuan's thoughts, was half drunk. Song Tianyu had just gotten drunk and got into his sleeping bag early.

In her dream, she was still whispering softly: "I wish you a long life..."

Only Xiao Long'er obediently waited for Li Xiuyuan to boil hot water and took Long Hongchen to wash up before getting into the sleeping bag.

He looked at Li Xiuyuan with half his head exposed and said with a smile: "When will my brother teach Xiao Long'er to play the piano?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and murmured: "I'll buy you a guqin after I get back."

Long Hongchen, who had already fallen asleep, was grinding his teeth and talking in his sleep: "Brother, don't forget to make a sword for Long Hongchen!"

Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but shook his head, wondering when did he inexplicably become a big parent?

He lit the small stove on the table and wanted to make a pot of tea to clear his mind.

He believed that the relatives in his heart at this moment were also thinking of him.

I can only hope that people will last forever.

The spiritual consciousness passed through the temple, and a bright moon finally appeared in the night sky, and the wind and snow gradually subsided. However, the moon was not bright tonight, because the moon waxed and waned.

"But I really want to keep you." Li Xiuyuan said calmly while holding a cup of hot tea.

...

On the second day of the winter solstice, it was rare for the sky to clear up on the Shura battlefield, and a slightly bland winter sun appeared in the sky.

The temple shining in the mountains also shines on the two camps on the battlefield.

Su Quan and Xiao Yu, who were tired of running for their lives, finally led the 957 living people, which was their final number, into the military camp in the Death Plain.

When the coach Feng Taiyi learned the news, he immediately walked out of his tent and looked at the more than 900 soldiers with disheveled clothes and weathered faces who had narrowly escaped death. He couldn't help but feel deeply regretful!

"Send the order to start cooking and build more tents, hurry!"

As the coach, Feng Taiyi did not ask how these people survived, but first thought that these guys must be cold and hungry, and he had to settle all the soldiers first.

This is their home, and wanderers must have a place to stay when they return home!

Tens of thousands of troops moved upon hearing the news, and in less than half an hour they settled down the returning soldiers. The relevant lieutenants held a roster and recognized each of them one by one.

Soldiers who died in battle must be recorded, and soldiers who escaped death must be recorded.

After all, everyone understands that it is not easy to survive on the Shura battlefield.

Xiaoyu and several soldiers were sent to the big tent by Feng Taiyi for questioning. Su Quan, who had no time to change into his uniform, inquired all the way and found the tent of Ximen Lone Star and his wife.

When Ximen Lone Star saw Su Quan, he asked in disbelief: "I said...didn't you die on the battlefield? Where did you hundreds of people get out of? Are you humans or ghosts?"

Su Quan looked at him and smiled bitterly: "I have something to do with the princess."

"Let him come in. It's cold outside, don't you mind the trouble?" Huangfu Qingmei's voice came from the tent.

Su Quan took a breath, ducked into the tent, and bowed his hands to Huangfu Qingmei in greeting: "I have finally met the princess."

"Sit down and have a sip of hot tea first."

Huangfu Qingmei looked at the weather-beaten Su Quan, poured him a cup of hot tea, and asked: "Where did General Su come back from?"

Su Quan looked at her and sighed, and said quietly: "If it's worse, the general and others will never be able to return to the wilderness..."

Su Quan took a sip from the tea cup in front of him, cleared his throat, and told Huangfu Qingmei and his wife what had happened over the years in detail.

Finally, he said with a faint wry smile: "Even if I beat you to death, I can't figure out how a little devil can know the princess? He also said that the princess will fulfill the general's wish, in Ding'an City..."

When Ximen Lone Star heard this, he couldn't help but jump up. He stopped Su Quan's hand and asked, "You said that guy is a twelve-year-old boy?"

Su Quan nodded and replied seriously: "He said that as long as the general finds the princess and reports her name!"

"What's his name?" Huangfu Qingmei glared at Ximen Lone Star and said, "Why are you so anxious? Isn't this man here? He can't run away!"

When Ximen Lone Star heard this, he shouted: "Why? We are working so hard here, and he is hiding in the deep mountains and forests and has returned to his youth again!"

Su Quan didn't understand what Ximen Lone Star was talking about, but continued: "He said his name was Shura, and he helped us find the antidote to our cultivation in the Eye of the Devil, otherwise we might not be able to return here.

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A group of more than 900 people hurriedly made no choice in the wasteland. They were originally going to the Darkmoon Desert, but ended up at the Death Plains.

Fortunately, this was the princess's military camp, and Su Quan was secretly happy to finally see one of his own.

"Look, I'm talking about that guy. I don't know where he went to have the horns of two demons trimmed and put them on his head..." Ximen Lone Star looked at Huangfu Qingmei and kept nagging.

Huangfu Qingmei couldn't help but sigh softly when she heard this.

In my mind, just as Ximen Lone Star said, I am fighting life and death here, but that guy is good, he has returned to the appearance of twelve years old, I am really angry to death.

This doesn't allow people to live.

Looking at the appearance of the two of them, Su Quan continued: "When we left, Shura blew up the black tower of the Devil's Eye and the cave. It is estimated that many demons died there."

Huangfu Qingmei said quietly: "If he doesn't do this, I'm afraid none of you will be able to escape!"

"Princess knows that demon named Shura?" Su Quan looked at her and exclaimed.

"Okay, let's wait until we return to the wilderness to discuss this matter. It's a Buddhist temple. We'll help you build it..." With a wave of his hand, Ximen Lone Star made up his mind for Huangfu Qingmei.

The favor that the couple owed that guy could be repaid in a temple.

"That guy is not a demon, but you owe that guy your life!"

After thinking about it, Huangfu Qingmei didn't say Li Xiuyuan's name. Since he didn't want to tell this guy, why did he bother?

Su Quan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered some details about Shura. He looked at Huangfu Qingmei and said with a silly smile: "Since we are both monks on the battlefield of Shura, why doesn't he show his true face to others, but wears a mask?"

Ximen Lone Star shook his head: "You should go and rest first. We will talk about this slowly when we return to Ding'an City. I can't explain it to you in one sentence."

Su Quan got the answer he wanted and left with satisfaction. When he returned, he could explain it to Xiaoyu and others.

In his opinion, he could not help but owe the demon a life-saving grace without knowing it.

Seeing Su Quan leave happily, Ximen Guxing sighed: "We have nothing to criticize. Just by relying on him to rescue these guys, his military achievements are unrivaled."

Huangfu Qingmei looked at his appearance and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Look at your narrow-mindedness, he saved the lives of nearly a thousand people without even leaving his name behind, and he didn't even let this guy see his face."

"If it were you, I'm afraid you would have slapped your chest and shouted that I am the young master of Dingding City!"

Huangfu Qingmei was in a good mood, and stretched out her hand to pour a cup of hot tea for Ximen Lone Star: "If we go by what Su Quan said, I'm afraid we won't be able to fight the war after the spring."

"Why? The number of the demon army is no less than ours!"

Ximen Guxing looked at her and said leisurely: "Princess, don't forget, the fighting power of the demon is much stronger than ours."

Huangfu Meimei sighed and said, "I just have a hunch. Anyway, it won't be long before the beginning of spring."

Just as he was talking, Rushi pulled Ruhua in and looked at the two of them and asked: "Sister, I heard that Li Xiuyuan turned into a little demon?"

When Ximen Lone Star heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Look, I'm not the only one saying this."

Ruhua glared at him and said, "Didn't that guy just wear a black mask when he was in Wangtian City?"

Rushi stepped forward, took Huangfu Qingmei's hand and asked, "I heard that Su Quan came to see my sister. My sister should know some inside information. Please tell us quickly."

Huangfu Qingmei sighed and asked quietly: "The withered leaves of Baolin fell into the wind, and they are different as soon as they fall into the world. Who can understand that that guy has rejuvenated his youth? How can we feel so embarrassed?"

Ruhua looked at the three of them thoughtfully and asked: "How do you say this? Is it possible that a twelve-year-old Dongtian Realm cultivator is going to emerge from the Shura battlefield?"

Ximen Lone Star didn't think so, and whispered softly: "What if my brother accidentally enters the transcendent world?"

Huangfu Qingmei looked at Ximen Lone Star's proud look, and suddenly felt a little inexplicably upset. She thought to herself that I have been cultivating with all my life, but my cultivation level is only at the middle stage of Dongtian.
Chapter completed!