Chapter 1818 Chinese New Year means making dumplings! ...

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, January 28, 13:06, New Year’s Eve, Heluo Lingzhuan Temple, Main Courtyard.

Yan Yian put down the things in his hands a little awkwardly and knocked on the door.

She walked from the teleportation array to here. No matter how familiar the scenery was, the strange looks along the way made her want to escape back home.

"The door is not closed, please come in." It was the voice of the second senior brother.

She opened the door nervously.

The second brother rolled up his sleeves and placed the dumplings he had wrapped on the plate with an expressionless face. He suddenly grabbed the hand of the young man next to him and stopped him from wrapping chocolate into the dumplings in the chaos.

The boy stuck out his tongue and his star-like eyes met hers.

He smiled and said, "I've met the third* senior sister!"

Yan Yian couldn't help but smile.

"Hello, Junior Brother."

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, January 28th 13:17, New Year’s Eve, in the main courtyard of Heluo Lingzhuan Temple.

Yue Jingting was busy making dumplings, not paying attention to the red envelope game going on next to him.

"This gift is too generous! Third Senior Sister!" Ning Changkong was shocked.

Popular game consoles and cartridges, precious materials for drawing symbols and formations, and a sample book of the yet-to-be-released "Basic Tutorial of the "Tianwen" System".

Not to mention the thick red envelopes, did she spend half of the dividends she received on him?

"Please accept them all." Yan Yian put the gift bag in his arms, "You are the lifesaver of my Lingling. As a senior sister, I want to thank you very much."

"Senior sister has already given me a gift once before, this is too expensive..."

"You saved me twice, so I should give it to you twice." Yan Yian stuffed the red envelope into his hand without any doubt.

"We can't finish making dumplings." Yue Jingting interjected calmly.

The young man had some free time, so he went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

Qiu Haoyun walked in slowly with his hands behind his back, pretending not to see Yan Yian: "Jingting."

"Where did you put my wine?"

"I can't drink." Yue Jingting continued to make dumplings with a sullen look on his face. "Last year, the doctor told me that you have three highs and can't drink."

The young man poked his head out of the kitchen and asked in surprise, "Our Lingzhuan Academy also provides physical examinations?"

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, January 28th, 14:46, New Year’s Eve, in the main courtyard of Heluo Lingzhuan Temple.

Yue Jingting brought the wrapped dumplings to the kitchen.

In the living room, the younger apprentice was pestering his younger apprentice about her business story, while the old man was sitting on another sofa, switching TV channels back and forth.

Finally the old man put down the remote control.

"Yian."

"Why."

"Master said that you could not industrialize it, so Master was wrong."

"I know I didn't produce any results at the time," Yan Yian said calmly, "I didn't expect that I would have such a big breakthrough at the end of last year."

"Master said that Lingzhuan Academy has its own path to follow. If you don't want to follow Lingzhuan Academy's path, then go your own way."

Yan Yian sat here for an hour and a half, and the old Taoist finally met her eyes.

"......Yeah." Yan Yian responded.

"It's the same now." Qiu Haoyun said almost gently, with no trace of the grumpy middle-aged man from back then.

"Lingzhuan Academy has its own agenda to break, and Tiangong Technology has its own path to follow. You have found your own path, so keep going."

Don't listen to rumors and don't cherish old feelings.

The battle of ideas has been decided...right is right, wrong is wrong.

It's okay.

"Master," Yan Yian produced a teacup from nowhere, "Your disciple will serve you tea."

The old Taoist narrowed his eyes, picked up the teacup, and sighed:

"Just come back."

Then he drank it all in one gulp.

"You crazy girl, what kind of tea did you pour again!"

"What's that pungent smell? Cough cough cough..."

Ning Changkong, who had been hesitant to speak just now, covered his mouth but still laughed out loud.

Chu Qingge analyzed seriously: "Mint milk tea, I might have mistaken it for matcha."

Yue Jingting silently pushed his master's reading glasses and water cup over to him, then grabbed the boy whose shoulders were shaking from laughing.

Chu Qingge pretended to be serious and said, "Alas, drawing talismans every day hurts my eyes."

Ning Changkong laughed even louder.

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, January 28, 17:23, New Year’s Eve, Heluo Lingzhuan Temple, Main Courtyard.

Yue Jingting took the cooked dumplings out of the pot. By the time he finished wrapping them, he was too lazy to care about what the two troublemakers next to him were trying to add to the dumplings.

...Hey, why is this dumpling a little bit black? Never mind.

Lin Jinsong ran over to help him carry the plate.

Yan Yian is gone, and she has a home to return to.

This was also how she did it before she left her master's school. She would stay a little longer on New Year's Eve to help them cook, and then rush home with her suitcase on time for the New Year's Eve dinner.

When he was a child, there was still his senior brother making jokes at the New Year's Eve dinner table, and the old man was still a middle-aged man with a bad temper.

When he was a little older, his senior brother left and he had no choice but to clumsily imitate his senior brother and make dumplings by himself.

From dumpling soup with broken skin and rotten filling, to being able to make several different kinds of dumplings with ease, and then to Yan Yian's arrival, there are several more kinds of dumpling fillings.

Blink for many years.

The stuffings Yan Yian puts in the food are always weird, and if she doesn't stay for the New Year's Eve dinner, she won't get to eat them.

Yue Jingting placed his chopsticks and sighed.

I haven't eaten strange-tasting dumplings for many years. I wonder if my resistance has decreased.

But today, there is finally one more person at the New Year’s Eve dinner table.

He was just about to tell his junior fellow apprentice not to eat too much so as to avoid indigestion, but the junior fellow apprentice took the initiative to reach out for his chopsticks and stuffed a dumpling into his bowl.

Yue Jingting smiled helplessly, picked it up and started biting it.

It's hard and filled with coins.

"Good luck in the new year, brother." The young man smiled with his eyebrows curved.

"Um."

He said, "Happy New Year."

In the first year of the Reiki Recovery, on January 30, the second day of the Chinese New Year, Yan Yi settled down.

The second day of the Lunar New Year is a good time to visit relatives and friends.

It was certainly interesting to listen to Yan Yian racking her brains to tell her parents a story about her sudden success, but seeing that her aunt was about to take the blame on her, Yan Xiaoling strolled out of the living room before she could ask her how her studies were going.

She poured herself a glass of water in the kitchen and struggled around the mountain of express deliveries.

"Aunt," Yan Xiaoling leaned over to ask, "The express parcels are piled up so hard in the corridor that it's hard to walk. Can I help you unpack a few?"

"Oh...Okay, thank you Lingling!" Yan Yian, who was dry-mouthed from making up stories, continued.

I've been so busy lately that I seem to have missed out on a lot of express deliveries. But they're probably all snacks and daily necessities... Oops!

She stood up quickly: "Lingling, there is a package that is difficult to open——"

Yan Xiaoling looked at the book in her hand.

Judging from the words on this cover, it should be an online novel publication... I didn't expect my aunt to have such an interest...

Hey, why does this book title sound familiar?

At the same time, Lingzhuan Academy.

Chu Qingge suddenly spoke up: "Uh, Yan Xiaoling... I was just searching for the title of your book."

"Well, it looks like that now."

Ning Changkong looked at the message of Yan Yian's apology on his phone, sighed deeply, and covered his face.

"Is it because she has a good memory, or is it because my world is so unlucky?"

First, Yue Jingting caught him sick at night, and then Yan Xiaoling accidentally discovered his online novel.

However, Yan Yian is Lin Jinsong’s senior sister, and she returned to Lingzhuan Academy a few days ago... It doesn’t seem too unreasonable to entrust her with receiving the express delivery?

Ning Changkong slapped his thigh and said, "It's okay! I can still make it round!"

Chu Qingge responded, and then asked sincerely: "The spiritual energy recovery is imminent, have you written the script for your death escape?"

Ning Changkong shrank his neck and said nothing.

As a junior brother who was locked up every day in Lingzhuan Academy to recuperate, he was too far away from the front line of the battlefield where BOSSes were fought.

For example, right now, there are many guests visiting Lingzhuan Temple to pay New Year's greetings. This is obviously a good opportunity to gather intelligence and make connections, but Yue Jingting still sent him back early to rest.

...Looking at how Taoist Qiu, who had sneaked out with him, was having a great time slacking off, Yue Jingting had probably gotten used to entertaining guests alone.

Ning Changkong wiped his face, but still endured the embarrassment and opened the chat interface with Yan Xiaoling.

The first year of the spiritual recovery, February 12th, 19:10, Lantern Festival, Penglai demiplane, Taoyuan area, Yuqingfang.

It’s the Lantern Festival.

Yan Yian knew very well how attractive the Yuqingfang Lantern Festival was to children growing up in modern society, and she had originally planned to bring Yan Xiaoling to participate.

After learning this, Ning Changkong acted coquettishly and unruly towards Yue Jingting, and finally got him to take her out.

However, he originally only planned to ask Yue Jingting to look for Zuo Gezhu and take Wen Qingsheng with him. Gu Minghui returned to the real world and lived with his parents, so it was a bit troublesome to call him out.

He was just worrying about whether he could trigger the dungeon without taking the Son of Fortune with him, and then Gu Minghui sent a message saying that he would come that day as well.

Maybe he was jealous of them because he saw them chatting in the group every day about what to do and eat at the Lantern Festival, so he fought with his parents for an opportunity to go out. After all, his parents were both employees of different departments, so communication was relatively convenient.

So now...

Ning Changkong was wrapped up tightly by Yue Jingting, and was still surrounded tightly when he saw his friends.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you so close to me?"

I can't even walk!

Wen Qingsheng pulled his sleeve: "Don't let anyone bump into you."

"A collision won't do any harm - I'm not that fragile!"

The three little ones all accused him of not taking care of his health.

Ning Changkong felt dizzy from the noise. He reached into his arms and touched again the resonant Lingbi specially made by Lingzhuan Academy given to him by Yue Jingting.

There are two pieces of Gongming Lingbi in a pair. If he dies, the piece in Yue Jingting's hand will be shattered.

He thought to himself that he and Chu Qingge had spent a lot of time cracking the communication method of this magic weapon. With the Resonance Jade as evidence, even if the body could not be found, others could still believe that he was dead.

Well, he has prepared various self-defense techniques, such as instant defense, anti-tracking, and anti-illusion.

Ning Changkong glanced at Gu Minghui who was walking in front of him to block the flow of people.

My dear protagonist, you must put your trouble-making nature to good use!

Ning Changkong pondered for a while, then spoke: "So what kind of script did I receive? Zhen Yinglian?"

It happens to be the Lantern Festival.

Chu Qingge: “…”