Bingyin year, the fifth day of November, is the winter solstice.
Two years ago, in the Year of Jiazi, the world was bustling with excitement. Swords were flashing on Duantian Cliff and magical weapons were everywhere. The new generation of cultivators in the world had stepped into the forefront of history, and the older generation of cultivators began to gradually withdraw from the stage of history.
Last year in the year of Yichou, there were constant turmoil in the Middle Earth, and the undercurrent between Cangyun Sect and Xuantian Sect was raging. In order to direct attention to the outside, Xuantian Sect almost started a war between good and evil.
This year's Bingyin year was unusually peaceful. The Demonic Cult withdrew almost all of its tentacles extending to Middle-Earth. Almost overnight, all the Demonic Cult's disciples disappeared in Central-Earth.
On the day of the winter solstice, something big happened. Xuantian Sect announced to the public that Wu Qun, the most senior member of the sect, had passed away seven days ago at the age of 718.
Posts announcing the funeral were taken to various sects in the Middle-Earth by Xuantian Sect disciples. Cangyun Sect received the post at noon that day. Gu Jianchi and Great Elder Yunhe Taoist received the post and expressed their condolences to the Cangyun Sect disciples who sent the post.
After seeing the guests away, it is said that Taoist Yunhe laughed three times, was in a happy mood, and hummed a little tune as he walked.
Gu Jianchi immediately passed the news to his mentor Yu Jizi who was in seclusion in the cave. Others did not know Yu Jizi's reaction, but Gu Jianchi who was standing aside could see it clearly.
"One is dead! Finally one is dead! Qiankunzi, let's see how long you can last!"
The death of Wu Quantum is a huge bad news for Xuantian Sect, but it is a huge good news for Cangyun Sect. Among the disciples of Cangyun Sect who are also allies of the Righteous Path, no one mourns for Wuxian Qun, the once all-powerful senior.
, some are just filled with joy.
Without quantum immortality, no one would dare to attack Xuantian Sect. But it is different now. Only Qiankunzi is left struggling to support him, and Yujizi basically has no worries.
Qiankunzi is almost six hundred years old, too old, but Yujizi is in his prime. He feels that as long as he waits a few more years, and when Qiankunzi is dead, Xuantian Sect will have nothing to fear, and the rest
Mu Chenxian is a human being, and other elders such as the Three Kunlun Monsters and the Twelve Immortals of Xuantian are not of concern.
To subjugate an enemy without fighting is the highest state of the art of war.
This is how Yu Jizi feels now. As long as he survives longer than the enemy, why bother to engage in those crooked ways?
Wuxian is dead, he will be happy again, and he still has to do his best on the surface.
Yu Jizi wrote a memorial letter in his own handwriting, and sent Li Feiyu, the leader of Zhengyang Peak, the leader of the Four Meridians, Yunhai Taoist, the leader of Zhaoxia Peak, and Taoist Yunhe, Taoist Qingfeng, the great elders of Samsara Peak, to express his condolences.
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Today is the winter solstice, a good day to eat dumplings. Yang Shijiu made a lot of dumplings. In fact, she and Master Zui Taoist couldn't eat them, but it would be different if they had Wangcai, a big foodie, with a small belly.
He can eat enough food for three adults without hiccups, so he is definitely a foodie.
As a result, I received a condolence message from Xuantian Sect at noon. Within an hour, master Zui Taoist, Yunhe Taoist, Li Feiyu and others went to Xuantian Sect to express condolences for Wu Quantum on behalf of the leader Yu Jizi. This made Yang Jiujiu want to cry.
Tears, I was really sad that Master didn’t even take a bite of the dumplings I worked so hard to make.
In the afternoon, it actually snowed in Cangyun Mountain. The snow was not heavy, mixed with light rain, and it was cold and cold.
Yang Shijiu cooked a pot of dumplings, put them on a plate and threw them on the table. There were several plates.
She and Wangcai ate one by one, feeling a little depressed in their hearts. This Wu Quantum had been dead for a long time, but he died at this time, causing the master and his old man to rush to the Xuantian Sect thousands of miles away for investigation.
, I didn’t even get to eat hot dumplings during the Winter Solstice.
Wangcai doesn't care, as long as there is food, it can eat until the end of time. Two years have passed, and it has changed a lot. The light yellow fluff all over its body has begun to recede, revealing bright red fluff, which is as bright as fire. It really looks like
The development trend of Fire Phoenix Divine Bird.
Just looking at its old figure, everyone immediately gave up the idea. A fire phoenix as fat as a pig? Never heard of it.
Wangcai had already finished two plates of dumplings on the table, taking one bite at a time, without even chewing. He pecked one dumpling, raised his neck and swallowed it with a slurp.
I don't know how many dumplings I ate. When Wangcai raised his neck again to eat a dumpling, suddenly the dumpling seemed to be stuck in his neck, and he coughed several times.
Yang Jiu hugged Wangcai angrily and lifted it upside down. At this time, the dumpling stuck in his neck fell to the ground with a grunt.
However, Wangcai did not continue to eat. Instead, he stretched his neck and his two big eyes rolled around, as if he felt something.
Just when Yang Jiu was puzzled, Wangcai suddenly fluttered from Yang Jiu's hand to the ground, flapping his wings and making a loud squeaking sound. He seemed to be very excited, with his round head
So he hit the door, but there was a bang and he was knocked upside down.
Yang Jiu felt that something was wrong with Wangcai today, and just shouted: "Death Wangcai? Are you tired of living? You want to commit suicide..."
Before he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from the yard outside the door.
"Master! Master! I'm back! This new home is nice. It's much better than the old shabby yard. Master, master... little junior sister..."
Yang Jiujiu was shocked and hurriedly opened the door, only to see his senior brother Ye Xiaochuan standing in the wind and snow, covered in dust, shouting.
We haven't seen each other for two years, and my senior brother seems to have grown taller. There is a layer of white snow on his clothes and hair, and he looks a little bleak.
"Brother!"
Yang Jiu was overjoyed and rushed forward to hug Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan was suddenly hugged by a tall beauty, and was startled. Could it be junior sister Yang Shijiu? How did she grow into a tall and graceful girl?
He pushed Yang Jiu away and looked at the tall beauty in front of him who was wearing the costume of a female disciple of the Cangyun Sect. Although she had changed a lot from two years ago, the chivalrous and heroic spirit on her face had not diminished at all.
"Little junior sister?"
Ye Xiaochuan finally confirmed that the beauty in front of him was his junior sister, so he had nothing to worry about. He opened his arms and gave Yang Shijiu a big hug, ate some tofu, wiped some oil and so on.
Wangcai is furious!
This brat seemed to know how to take advantage of women without even seeing him. He screamed angrily. Ye Xiaochuan had already seen Wangcai, but now the most important thing was to have emotional communication with his junior sister. He didn't like Wangcai being noisy.
Kicked away Wangcai.
After hugging for a while, Yang Jiu woke up from the initial joy and felt that his senior brother was impure in heart. A pair of hands touched from his back to his waist, and had a tendency to extend towards his butt.
Out of the woman's instinctive reaction, Yang Jiu kicked out from an incredible angle, and Ye Xiaochuan flew to Wangcai's side.
