The departure of the young King of Qin and his sister from Zhongzhou City did not cause much ripples in this prosperous and large city.

The people still do what they should do and live how they should live. It would be better to say that there are more important things than the movements of these so-called big shots. There are only a few days left before the New Year, and the whole Zhongzhou has begun to enter into a festive atmosphere.

The young Taoist priest was dragged out several times by the young Taoist priest Mingxin to buy New Year's goods.

Yue Shiru spent the whole day studying how to establish a good relationship with the Lianyang Sword hanging under the Lu Zu Tower.

However, he also volunteered to help his junior uncle and Master Qi to move the New Year's goods.

The young Taoist Mingxin counted on his fingers: "I have bought the incense for the ancestors, the meat for food, the food, the winter cabbages and radishes are piled up all over the room, and the peppers hanging over in the kitchen are also there. The green onions piled up in the corner are taller than me."

The young Taoist Mingxin was very happy.

The people on the street also had happy expressions on their faces.

Even though there were some sad things and some hurdles that were not easy to overcome this year, they were finally overcome and soon there would be a period of time when both adults and children could relax a little. The little Taoist Mingxin was very happy because there would be two more people in the Taoist temple during the New Year's Eve celebrations.

I was so happy that I would laugh and greet everyone I knew on the street.

Everyone responded to him. At this time, everyone was very relaxed. One person touched the little Taoist's head and stuffed a handful of melon seeds into his arms. Another pinched the little Taoist's chubby face and stuffed two big pears into his sleeves. As they walked along, their arms were already full of food.

The little Taoist priest filled his arms with hope and stood in a straight line on the way home.

When we returned to the Taoist temple, the three yellow chickens came over to peck at the melon seeds, while the old Taoist priest was writing couplets. On the table, familiar pilgrims had brought some New Year's goods. Although the Lianyang Temple was not low in seniority, as the Taoist tradition was passed down by the Chunyang Patriarch for several generations, it was not well-known after all and did not have much wealth. Every year, the old Taoist priest would draw a few talismans and write some Spring Festival couplets to send to people.

The young Taoist put the New Year's goods on the table, then ran to take a look, and saw a few more small jars. He opened them and found pickled vegetables inside. He became happy and said, "Did the nun and others send us the New Year's dishes for this year's New Year?" There was not such a big conflict between the Taoist and the monk, as they were both monks who practiced Buddhism.

Due to religious precepts, monks of many sects do not eat meat.

Just be more particular about the vegetarian dishes.

Also, because there are not many delicious green leafy vegetables to eat in winter, in order to preserve them, many ideas have been devised for pickled vegetables. The Taoist priests call the pickled vegetables "borrowed rice" because such dishes go so well with rice that one has to run to other people's homes to borrow rice to have enough to eat. This is of course an exaggeration, but it also shows that the dish is excellent.

The old Taoist finished writing the couplet and chatted with the visiting guests.

The young Taoist priest dug out a fruit plate that was only used during the Chinese New Year, and put all kinds of nuts on it. During the winter New Year's Eve, the old Taoist priest would heat up a pot with white tofu cut into cubes boiled in water. It was the most delicious to eat while it was steaming hot. Next to it were vegetarian dishes sent by the nun from a Buddhist temple not far away.

While looking at the scenery and roasting by the fire, some familiar people would come to visit. The older ones would chat about the past year, while the younger ones would eat to their heart's content. There were melon seeds, red dates, peanuts, snacks, and big oranges, which they would break open and eat. When they were full, they would just eat the orange peels and roast them on the stove.

I could smell a burnt and fruity scent. I took a deep breath and my stomach felt warm.

Just be careful not to eat too many melon seeds and peanuts, or you will get a sore throat and won’t be able to eat many delicious foods the next day.

The young Taoist priest was very happy when he spoke, and pointed at the rather cold and gloomy room because there had never been a fire, and said, "Dangdangdangdang, these are the best things in here, Uncle Qi, and ahem, little disciple Yue, eat these on the New Year's Eve and the first day of the New Year!"

He opened the large bamboo woven lid, and inside were black bowls filled with various meat dishes, including roast pork slices, four-happiness meatballs, fermented bean curd meat that had the color and taste of fermented bean curd, and crispy meat slices wrapped in flour and fried. Because they were meat dishes, they were sealed with oil and placed in this cold room. They could be kept for a long time in the winter, and during the New Year holidays, when they needed to be eaten, they could just be taken out and steamed, making it convenient for entertaining friends and relatives.

"Hey, these are delicious."

"You guys will definitely like it."

The young Taoist Mingxin's eyes sparkled. He imitated his teacher, put his hands behind his back, stroked his beard and said, "Hehe, you should all look forward to it. You will all be very happy on that day. It's a pity that the teacher always says that I am still young, so he won't teach me how to cook these dishes."

"But it doesn't matter. In another year or two, I can learn it too!"

"Ha, you little fella."

The old Taoist couldn't help laughing.

Qi Wuhuo stood on the hillside where Lianyang Temple was located, and looking outside, he saw the joyous atmosphere of the whole city. The changes in the world were so beautiful. He had only been here for a month or two, but he had seen more things and made more choices than in his previous life. Even his mood seemed to have eased.

He was unable to make it through last year’s New Year’s Day, but it seems he can this year.

While parading on this day, the young Taoist bought a large Chinese character "Fu" and a small note to be pasted on the screen wall behind the entrance. The note was made of red paper with four words written on it dipped in golden ink. The young Taoist turned it over and over and liked it very much.

All is well.

There are also two ornaments. One is a peace knot woven with a red rope, with tassels hanging down and a small inexpensive bead hanging on it. Girls in the world will buy such ornaments during the New Year and hang them on the side of their clothes. When they walk, the red tassels will sway slightly. It is a beautiful and inexpensive little pastime.

The young Taoist used the money he earned from collecting herbs to buy a slightly better one.

Hanging on it is jade.

I commissioned the Mingzhen Dao League to find this jade, which is said to clear the mind and free from worries.

It’s just a wish.

The young Taoist chose this one over the other two jade materials for blessing academic progress and Wenqu prayer. After all, if Wenqu prayer was useful, Uncle Niu would definitely bother the God of Wenqu every day. People in the world hope to be happy during the New Year, so it is better not to mention things that will make Yunqin unhappy.

The other is a bracelet woven with five-colored silk threads.

In many places, it is a custom to weave bracelets with five-colored threads during the Dragon Boat Festival and the New Year to ward off evil spirits. The bracelets must be worn for at least half a day.

The young Taoist Mingxin asked curiously: "Uncle Qi, this is for girls, we should use this!"

He raised his hand, and in his hand was a new wooden sword!

There was a not-so-good-looking dragon painted on the scabbard of the wooden sword. If Chaofeng and Jiaotu saw it, they would definitely laugh at it. The young Taoist waved the new wooden sword, then danced a sword flower, and carried it behind his back, looking like a master, and then said, "How is it!"

Yue Shiru was dumbfounded.

Lü Zu hung his sword here. Could it be that this junior uncle didn't practice swordsmanship? !

When I was young, everyone within a ten-mile radius had more impressive sword skills than this, right?

The young Taoist took the red string jade pendant into his hand and replied gently:

"Yeah, very good."

Therefore, Yue Shiru was also very serious and enthusiastic when facing this "bullshit" level of swordsmanship.

The real person said yes.

That must be good!

I don't think it's good.

That must be my problem!

You have to watch it carefully!

Yue Shiru was studying swordsmanship seriously with his junior uncle, and the young Taoist was very happy to have someone to play with; the old Taoist was refining elixir, and the three yellow chickens beside him were walking in square steps, pecking at the melon seeds roasted with fruit wood, wondering why he had never eaten this kind of seeds in his life?

He sighed again and wondered why there were so few little hens.

The spirit of the young Taoist "heard" the sigh of the three yellow chickens and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Holding the red string and jade beads in hand, all I see is peace.

Taoist temple in front, worldly life behind.

The young man carries a sword.

Even though it was a time when everyone in the world was happy and relaxed, the young Taoist also felt a sense of relaxation, but he still did not relax his practice. He still performed the Taoist practice of [refining Qi] that day, neither hurriedly nor slowly, without forcing it, but just naturally practiced towards the level of a true person.

The primordial spirit is clear and the spiritual nature is natural, reflecting all things.

Qi Wuhuo suddenly saw the wind rising and heard the wind chimes shaking under the Taoist temple. He subconsciously opened his eyes, walked out the door, and saw that the clouds outside had suddenly become extremely thick and heavy. His eyes widened and the entire city suddenly expanded. Next to the Taoist, the jade book given by Tao Taigong was unfolded, showing the mountains, rivers and cities of the entire Zhongzhou.

The entire Zhongzhou was shrouded in terrifying and thick black clouds, which were rolling up and down.

The young Taoist's eyes blurred, and he saw the little medicine spirit sleeping there, curled up. When Qi Wuhuo smiled and was about to greet him, he suddenly heard a roar, and then a tiger shrouded in black aura opened its mouth and swallowed the little medicine spirit into its mouth, biting it with its sharp teeth, leaving only a childish scream.

Qi Wuhuo's pupils contracted, and he took a sudden step forward, but suddenly saw a cliff under his feet.

See the mountains and hills.

It all burned and turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his chest. He lowered his head and saw a sword piercing his heart. Ripples appeared in front of his eyes. The light behind the reflection was the mandrill he had killed, with red eyes.

The young Taoist suddenly opened his eyes.

His breathing became a little rapid and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The scenes just now were just hallucinations, and not long had passed. The young Taoist said to himself: "For Taoist practitioners, the heart is the blood, and the heart is the nature. This is the spirit warning me...something is going to happen, the little medicine spirit is in danger of death, and it is reminding me that I can't get involved, otherwise, there is a possibility of death..."

He pressed his chest, and the reality of death at that moment felt extremely heavy!

It's like the moment when a person steps on empty air and falls off a cliff while dreaming, the feeling is intensified hundreds of times.

"Is this the reason why one's mind is clear and one can avoid disasters?"

Qi Wuhuo suddenly heard bursts of whistling.

He lowered his head and saw the mirror hanging on one side of his waist. The mirror that was inextricably linked to the Northern Emperor was shaking violently, emitting layers of light, illuminating the scripture pavilion. Qi Wuhuo's mind was clear. He realized something, grabbed the mirror, and walked out.

He saw the wind rising and the wine flags waving.

He heard the wind chimes dancing in the Taoist temple.

When I looked up, I saw the bright sun, but the stars were already visible, as if they had stopped moving. In the distance, I could see clouds pressing down, layer upon layer, rolling thickly. People's mood was not affected by such things. They were just playing happily and talking about whether it would snow.

I heard people who were saying flattering things loudly:

"All is well!"

"All is well!"

Yue Shiru suddenly felt something, turned around, and saw the young Taoist standing there with his Taoist robe fluttering.

Qi Wuhuo closed his eyes. From the reminder of his spirit, he knew that there might be something unusual this time, and the mountains and land were the first to be impacted. The old Taoist looked at the young Taoist curiously and asked with a smile: "Qi Daoyou, what's wrong? Did you forget to buy something?"

"nothing……"

The young Taoist came back to his senses, smiled, and replied, "It's just that I forgot to do something."

After thinking for a while, he added: "When human nature is prosperous, it can resist external things."

"If you have nothing to do today, don't leave the city."

The old Taoist was slightly startled when he heard this, then his white eyebrows frowned and he said, "I know."

The young Taoist had stood up, his right hand on the sword box. He had to go. If he knew it was wrong but didn't go, and only cared about himself, he would be like the Jade Festival Mountain God. Could he only blame others and retreat when it came to himself? That was not a Taoist, and his friend Xiao Yaoling would also be in danger.

Both publicly and privately, it is my duty, and my heart has not shown any ripples or hesitation.

But he suddenly remembered the evaluation of the Sword of Killing Thieves by the Great Lord, and also remembered the warning from his spirit that if he wielded the Sword of Killing Thieves, he might die. So he put his hand down, thought for a while, and took out the Peace Knot and put it down.

If it's stained with blood, it won't be easy to send out.

Today is New Year's Eve, when everything starts anew. We should stay up all night, entertain guests, offer sacrifices, pray, thank gods, seek wealth, meet distinguished people, get engaged, get married, build houses and bury dead, and use the Green Dragon as a stove.

He said: Everything is fine.

Avoid traveling or taking up any post.

The boy went out.

The judge came to take up his post.

Yue Shiru was stunned. Going out at this time? He suddenly thought of the mandrill infected by the evil spirit and his eyes widened slightly, as if he had guessed something. The young Taoist raised his finger to his lips, the young Taoist Mingxin behind him was still happy, and the old Taoist had already hurriedly packed up his things, intending to tell some people not to leave the city.

The young Taoist walked past the Lv Zu Tower, thought for a moment, and said, "I have something to do today. Do you want to come with me?"

The sword hissed, as if mocking.

The young Taoist priest took up the sword technique that Shangqing Daojun had taught him.

Then the Lianyang Sword fell silent, and suddenly it whistled several times, and left the scabbard and went straight into the young man's hand. The long sword in his hand seemed to be aware of the killing and the strong calamity energy. If ordinary weapons had spirituality, they would retreat in fear, but this sword, sensing the calamity energy, became even more excited, and whistled continuously, as if it was whistling.

The original words on the sword were suddenly shattered.

The floor suddenly shook, and Yue Shiru saw the words on the sword being peeled off and then falling to the ground.

Every word is extremely heavy.

It seemed that the fall caused the Taoist temple to tremble violently.

In an instant, a line of free and unrestrained words appeared on the floor of the Taoist temple.

[I have carried this sword throughout the world, killing too many people. I can no longer control myself. I have hurt myself several times and it has backfired on me. I have abandoned it here and left one of its veins to suppress it. In the name of refining Yang, I will use the most Yang and strong Qi to dissipate the cold and murderous intent. - Lü Chunyang]

The sword body returned to its original appearance.

Yue Shiru was stunned and unable to speak.

This sword is no longer Lu Chunyang's sword.

This sword is no longer Lu Zu's sword.

This sword has been abandoned by Lu Zu.

The young Taoist holds a sword, with a Beidi mirror hanging on one side and a judge's seal hanging on the other. He wears a Taoist robe with a wooden hairpin and the sleeves are stained with lightning patterns.

Let me tell you, everything in this world is suitable.

"May everything be safe."