The first white frost has fallen, staining the bluestone path and the dead grass on the ground white.
It's a bit lively today. Many families in Bianjing City are preparing to worship their ancestors.
The weather is getting colder gradually, and people put on warm clothes early.
He Yidao was walking on the street next to the medical center in a white robe. He didn't wear much clothes, but he was wearing moderate clothes.
Cultivators are not afraid of cold or heat, so wearing more or less does not matter much.
These were custom-made clothes that he specially ordered from the best fabric shop in Bianjing City. They are very comfortable to wear and are not easily stained with dust.
He fell in love with white clothes, probably because he was used to wearing black clothes in his previous life, so he wanted to change his taste in this life.
Moreover, white clothes give people a clean feeling. He likes this feeling more and more since he practiced "Sword Raising Art".
He came to the door of the medical center and looked at the patients in the medical center. He felt that there seemed to be fewer patients today and the medical center was not too busy. This may be the reason for worshiping ancestors today.
It is the custom of Bianjing to worship ancestors on the day of the Beginning of Winter.
Li means the beginning of construction; winter means the end, and means the collection of all things.
Autumn harvests and winter stores, and winter is also a time for people to rest after a busy year.
He Yidao came to a room in the backyard of the medical clinic. Xiao Wu was lying on a chair, his laziness evident.
"We can start tonight."
Night is not an exact time.
So He Yidao said: "It's the beginning of winter now, and it's getting dark very quickly."
Xiao Wu cheered up, looked at He Yidao and said, "Senior brother will give you the news."
He Yidao nodded and asked no more questions.
He stood in the room, Xiao Wu was lying on the chair, and the room fell into silence for a while.
He Yidao said: "Do you still remember the agreement we made when we were in the small town?"
Xiao Wu naturally remembered that they had agreed that he recommended He Yidao to come to Yunwu Pavilion and He Yidao would do something for him.
"Then let's do this well." Xiao Wu said casually.
He Yidao smiled and said, "I thought you had some selfish motives."
Xiao Wu didn't care, he said: "I don't have that much thought."
He Yidao smiled and said nothing. He thought that maybe what Xiao Wu said was indeed correct.
Because Xiao Wu is really lazy.
At the beginning, when Xiao Wu told him that Yunwu Pavilion's job of dealing with those evil people and saving the world was just a superficial job, He Yidao once suspected that Yunwu Pavilion was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. Now that he knew the inside story,
I also know that Yunwu Pavilion is indeed not what it seems.
Yunwu Pavilion is still connected to the world of cultivation! This is something I never thought of.
He Yidao observed Xiao Wu for a long time and found that he looked really lazy, but his mind was very active. This was not a derogatory meaning, but he really had a lot on his mind.
Xiao Wu shook his body and his chair one after another. He looked at He Yidao standing in the room and asked curiously: "Why did you change into white clothes? Do you like white clothes like my senior brother?"
He Yidao did not answer his question. Instead, he answered somewhat inappropriately: "Your heart is not calm."
Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, with a strange look on his face, "My master said so too."
Xiao Wu was puzzled and asked: "Do you have to wear white clothes if you want to be calm?"
He Yidao shook his head and said: "Of course not."
"Then why do you say my heart is not peaceful?"
He Yidao said: "Your chair moved."
This is a fact, and there seems to be no problem in giving a fact as an answer.
But Xiao Wu was still stunned and a little confused. He didn't know what the relationship between the moving chair and his restless mind was.
"But what does this have to do with you wearing white clothes?" Xiao Wu suddenly realized that He Yidao's answer seemed to have nothing to do with his question.
He Yidao said matter-of-factly: "It doesn't matter."
Xiao Wu suddenly didn't want to talk to the young man in front of him, and looking at that face that looked very lovable, he felt a little angry in his heart.
There was a chuckle from outside the door, and Liu Yinan opened the door and walked in.
He Yidao looked back and saw an old man with a lame leg behind Liu Yinan.
When the old man saw He Yidao, he gave He Yidao a special courtesy. Judging from the old man's appearance and actions, this should be a very respectful courtesy.
He Yidao gave the old man a courtesy in the world, which was regarded as a return gift.
Xiao Wu stood up from his chair after Liu Yinan entered the room.
"Why are you laughing?" Xiao Wu asked, with a hint of resentment in his words.
Liu Yinan smiled and shook his head. He didn't say anything to him. Instead, he turned to look at He Yidao and said, "Let's start as soon as it gets dark."
He Yidao nodded towards him.
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It gets dark quickly.
He Yidao stood in the courtyard. There was no one in the courtyard anymore. He looked at the afterglow of the evening sun that had not completely disappeared, his eyes were very calm.
The little afterglow gradually gathered in a black box on the horizon, and the world between heaven and earth fell into darkness again.
He Yidao, dressed in white, flew into the sky, rising and falling gently from rooftop to rooftop, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
The moon tonight is not round, and the waning moon is hanging high, but the stars in the night sky are all vying to emit a little bit of bright light.
Although the starlight is weak, it still lasts forever and shines brightly.
About three miles behind Bianjing City, there are several hills.
A dark cave entrance in the mountain.
It was very quiet all around.
There was no sign of anyone.
A young man in white clothes came to the dark cave entrance. He walked directly into the cave entrance without any hesitation.
Shortly after the boy entered the cave, two men were talking next to him.
"Did you find this place right?"
"Of course it's right." The man's voice sounded a bit like Liu Yinan's, and he continued: "Go and protect his safety."
The man sighed, sounding a little reluctant, but he didn't say a word.
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In the cave, there is a dark red altar surrounded by a circle of torches. There are patterns on the altar. The patterns are all grooves. Some unknown liquid flows inside. Under the flaming red torches, it looks dark red.