The weather was cold, so Shen Qingyi didn't stay outside for too long.
Go back to the main hall, pack up your things and leave.
"Bang!"
The loud noise woke up Shen Qingyi who had fallen asleep at night.
Shen Qingyi suddenly jumped up from the bed.
I saw that the window that was originally closed before going to bed was now open.
Outside, there was a howling wind, blowing up heavy snow.
The snow on the ground was also blown up, and countless snowflakes floated in from the window.
Shen Qingyi quickly got up from the bed, put on a hat, and went to close the window.
“Hoohoo!”
Suddenly, a strong wind carrying snow came towards Shen Qingyi.
“Bang!”
Shen Qing was unable to dodge and suddenly felt a cold touch on his face.
Reached out and touched his face.
The snow melted and drops of water dripped from between my fingers.
Shen Qingyi was slightly stunned.
She actually felt a warmth just now.
But how can the snow be warm?
Shen Qingyi was puzzled. The strong wind and heavy snow outside were still going on.
"Bang!"
There was another loud noise, and Shen Qingyi was startled. It came from the main hall.
Shen Qingyi was afraid that the strong wind would blow open the doors and windows of the hall and damage the things inside.
Shen Qing ignored the doubts in his heart, tied his cloak tightly, put on his shoes, and went to the hall.
It was just a short corridor, but the cold wind and snowflakes froze Shen Qingyi's face blue and purple.
Sure enough, when she arrived at the hall, she saw that the door was open and countless snowflakes were blown into the hall by the strong wind.
Several portraits hanging high in the hall were also swaying in the strong wind.
The window on the left side had been blown open by the wind.
An incense burner nearby also fell to the ground, spilling incense ash all over the floor.
Shen Qingyi hurried to close the doors and windows.
After closing the doors and windows, Shen Qingyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He returned to the place of worship, bowed to the portrait, and raised his hand to smooth it.
"hiss!"
Shen Qingyi pulled his hand back abruptly.
There was a sharp pain at the fingertips, and blood dripped onto the ground.
Shen Qingyi had not expected that this seemingly ordinary and soft scroll would have such a hard edge.
Just a light touch and it cut my finger.
After wiping the blood off his fingers, Shen Qingyi squatted down and picked up the incense burner on the ground.
However, when cleaning the incense ash on the ground, he found something that looked like a wooden stick.
Shen Qingyi picked up the wooden stick stained with incense ash.
"call!"
The incense ash blew away, revealing the true appearance of the wooden stick.
A small stick that looks like wood and iron, with mottled patterns on it.
It looks old and ordinary on the surface, but Shen Qingyi did not treat it casually.
She didn't know where the thing came from, so she took it without asking, which was stealing.
Shen Qingyi turned the small stick left and right, and looked around the hall, but in the end he still couldn't find where the stick came from.
After cleaning up everything, Shen Qing put the wooden stick back on a wooden table in the corner of the hall.
I plan to ask the dean after he comes back. If it’s not something important, it’s not too late to pack it up later.
Shen Qingyi closed the door of the hall and turned to leave.
What she didn't know was that after she left, the portrait that had cut her finger began to move in the windless hall.
A flash of light flashed from the corner.
As soon as Shen Qing returned to his residence, he opened the door and crawled into the bed which was still a little warm.
He exhaled, rubbed his hands vigorously, pulled the quilt tight, and fell asleep again.
In his sleep, Shen Qingyi seemed to smell a faint sandalwood scent.
And the body, which was originally a little cold, gradually warmed up.
Early the next morning, Shen Qingyi got up and packed his things.
The closer it got to New Year's Eve, the more lively the alchemists became.
Although many monks and mortals have left to go home for the New Year, many new monks and mortals have also poured in.
In the world of immortal cultivation, there are many mortal cultivators with families.
But many more are homeless.
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