There is a high hall above, and the high hall is in the Apricot Blossom Valley in the sky.
It was snowing, and the wind and snow were blocked outside the temple.
This year's winter solstice is the happiest Li Xiuyuan has experienced in these years, because he does not want to face the wind and rain of the world, and the present without sadness or joy is the day he wants.
The days are like water, neither for others nor for yourself.
The five of them drank a large vat of apricot flower wine. Xiao Longer drank half of his wine glass and stopped drinking. However, Long Hongchen drank one glass at a young age.
Except for Li Xiuyuan who drank two cups, all the rest went into the cups of the three women.
It was snowing in the evening, and Li Xiuyuan went to the temple and found the magic iron left by the old Taoist priest under the Buddhist altar. He was in a good mood and looked at the three women who were drinking and drinking and suddenly became interested.
Burning agarwood, he took out the iron piano and placed it across his legs, and tuned a low tune.
The notes flowing between her fingers were "Water Melody Songtou" that Nangong Ruyu had not heard for decades. Suddenly, Nangong Ruyu, who was back as a girl, had the illusion that she had returned to the small bluestone courtyard on Fangcun Mountain. middle.
If I wish you a long life, will the pear blossoms on that tree still bloom every year?
Master Qingxu and the master both left one after another. What about the green pear tree?
Thinking of this, Nangong Ruyu, who was holding a half glass of wine, couldn't help but burst into tears.
While crying, she sang along: "Turn around the Zhuge Pavilion, look down at the beautiful house, and take the light without sleep. There should be no hatred, why should we say goodbye..."
No one else needs to know about this, this moment is a memory of time between Nangong Ruyu and her master.
For example, heavenly beings like Song Tianyu have never heard such music, let alone the lyrics and music sung by Nangong Ruyu.
Xiao Long'er and Long Hongchen just listened to the excitement, clapped their little hands and hummed along.
Song Tianyu drank another glass of wine and thought to himself, it seemed that the only guy in the world in front of him was worthy of the little princess in the Phoenix Valley.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but giggle. I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky.
It seemed that Mu Mu should be clear about this poem. Thinking that it would not be long before she could return to Phoenix Valley, she decided to take a good look at the little girl she had not seen yet.
My sister’s daughter is also my baby.
After playing the piano for three times, Li Xiuyuan, whose heart was as solid as a rock, had faint tears in the corners of his eyes.
Nangong Ruyu looked at him and said in a daze: "Master, I think of the green pear tree in the small courtyard at the back of Xuantian Temple, and the autumn pears at the back of Prajna Temple..."
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and sighed softly: "That will have to wait until I get back there, and before I come back, I can pickle a jar of autumn pears..."
For him, more than just a vat of autumn pears in the Five Realms can satisfy his nostalgia?
Nangong Ruyu was drunk that night, and even Xiaoqing, who didn't understand Li Xiuyuan's thoughts, was half drunk, while Song Tianyu had just gotten drunk and got into his sleeping bag early.
In her dream, she was still whispering softly: "I wish you a long life..."
Only Xiao Long'er obediently waited for Li Xiuyuan to boil hot water and took Long Hongchen to wash up before getting into the sleeping bag.
He looked at Li Xiuyuan with half of his head exposed and said with a smile, "When will my brother teach Xiao Long'er to play the piano?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and murmured: "I'll buy you a guqin when I get back."
Long Hongchen, who had already fallen asleep, was grinding his teeth and talking in his sleep: "Brother, don't forget to make a sword for Long Hongchen!"
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but shook his head, thinking when did he inexplicably become a big parent?
He lit the small stove on the table, and at this time he wanted to make a pot of tea to clear his mind.
He believed that the relatives in his heart at this moment were also thinking of him.
I can only hope that people will last forever.
Divine consciousness passed through the temple, a bright snow finally appeared in the night sky, and the wind and snow gradually subsided. It's just that the moon is not bright tonight because the moon waxes and wanes.
"But I really want to keep you." Li Xiuyuan said calmly while holding a cup of hot tea.
...
On the second day of the winter solstice, it was rare for the sky to clear up on the Shura battlefield, and a slightly bland winter sun appeared in the sky.
The temple shining in the mountains also shines on the two camps on the battlefield.
Su Quan and Xiaoyu, who were exhausted from running for their lives, finally led the 957 living people, which was their final number, into the military camp in the Death Plain.
When coach Feng Taiyi learned the news, he immediately walked out of his tent and was deeply shocked when he saw more than 900 soldiers with disheveled clothes and weathered faces who had narrowly escaped death!
"Send the order to start cooking and build more tents, hurry!"
As the coach, Feng Taiyi did not ask how these people survived, but first thought that these guys must be cold and hungry, and he had to settle all the soldiers first.
This is their home, and a wanderer must have a place to stay when he returns home!
Tens of thousands of troops moved upon hearing the news, and in less than half an hour they settled down the returning soldiers. The relevant lieutenants held a roster and recognized each of them one by one.
Soldiers who died in battle must be recorded, and soldiers who escaped death must be recorded.
After all, everyone knows that living on the Shura battlefield is not easy.
Xiaoyu and several soldiers were sent to the big tent by Feng Taiyi for questioning. Su Quan, who had no time to change into his uniform, inquired all the way and found the tent of Ximen Lone Star and his wife.
When Ximen Lone Star saw Su Quan, he asked in disbelief: "I said...didn't you die on the battlefield? Where did you get hundreds of people from? Are you humans or ghosts?"
Su Quan looked at him and smiled bitterly: "I have something to do with the princess."
"Let him come in. It's cold outside, don't you mind the trouble?" Huangfu Qingmei's voice came from the tent.
Su Quan took a breath, ducked into the tent, and bowed his hands to Huangfu Qingmei in greeting: "I've finally met the princess."
"Sit down and have a sip of hot tea first."
Huangfu Qingmei looked at the weather-beaten Su Quan, poured him a cup of hot tea, and asked, "Where did General Su come back from?"
Su Quan looked at her and sighed, and said quietly: "If it's worse, the general and the others will never be able to return to the wilderness..."
Su Quan took a sip from the teacup in front of him, cleared his throat, and told Huangfu Qingmei and his wife what had happened over the years in detail.
Finally, he said with a faint bitter smile: "I'll kill you and I can't figure it out. How can a little demon know the princess? He also said that the princess will fulfill the general's wish. In Ding'an City..."
When Ximen Lone Star heard this, he couldn't help but jump up. He stopped Su Quan's hand and asked, "You said that guy is a twelve-year-old boy?"
Su Quan nodded and replied seriously: "He said that as long as the general finds the princess and reports her name!"
"What's his name?" Huangfu Qingmei glared at Ximen Lone Star and said, "Why are you so anxious? Isn't this person here? He can't run away!"
Ximen Lone Star shouted when he heard this: "Why? We are working so hard here, and he is hiding in the deep mountains and old forests and has returned to his youth again!"
Su Quan didn't understand what Ximen Lone Star was talking about, but continued: "He said his name was Shura, and he helped us find the antidote to our cultivation in the Eye of the Devil, otherwise we might not be able to come back here... ....”
A group of more than 900 people panicked in the wasteland. They originally wanted to go to the Dark Moon Desert, but ended up in the Death Plains.
Fortunately, this was the princess's military camp, and Su Quan was secretly happy to finally see one of his own.
"Look, I'm talking about that guy. I don't know where he went to get the horns of two demons trimmed and put them on his head..." Ximen Lone Star looked at Huangfu Qingmei and kept nagging.
Huangfu Qingmei couldn't help but sigh softly when she heard this.
In his mind, just as Ximen Lone Star said, he was fighting life and death here, but that guy was good, he looked like a twelve-year-old again, which really pissed me off.
This doesn't allow people to live.
Looking at the appearance of the two of them, Su Quan continued: "When we left, Shura blew up the black tower of the Devil's Eye and the cave. It is estimated that many demons died there."
Huangfu Qingmei said quietly: "If he doesn't do this, I'm afraid none of you will be able to escape!"
"Princess knows that demon named Shura?" Su Quan looked at her and exclaimed.
"Okay, let's wait until we return to the wilderness to discuss this matter. It's a Buddhist temple. We will help you build it..." He waved his hand. Ximen Lone Star made up his mind for Huangfu Qingmei.
The favor that the couple owed that guy could be repaid in a temple.
"That guy is not a demon. You owe that guy your life!"
After thinking about it, Huangfu Qingmei didn't say Li Xiuyuan's name. Since he didn't want to tell this guy, why did he bother?
Su Quan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered some details about Shura. Looking at Huangfu Qingmei, she giggled and said, "Since we are both monks on the Shura battlefield, why doesn't he show his true face to others, but wears a mask?"
Ximen Lone Star shook his head: "You should go and rest first. We will talk about this slowly when we return to Ding'an City. I can't explain it to you in one sentence."
Su Quan got the answer he wanted and left with satisfaction. When he returned, he could explain it to Xiaoyu and others.
In his opinion, he could not help but owe the Heavenly Demon's life-saving grace unknowingly.
Seeing Su Quan leave happily, Ximen Lone Star sighed: "We have nothing to criticize. Just by relying on him to rescue these guys, his military achievements are unrivaled."
Huangfu Qingmei looked at his appearance and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Look at your narrow-mindedness. He saved the lives of nearly a thousand people without even leaving his name behind. He didn't even let this guy see his face."
"If it were you, I'm afraid you would have slapped your chest and shouted that I am the young master of Dingding City!"
Huangfu Qingmei was in a good mood, and stretched out her hand to pour a cup of hot tea for Ximen Lone Star: "If we go by what Su Quan said, the war will probably not start after the spring."
"Why? The number of the demon army is no less than ours!"
Ximen Guxing looked at her and said leisurely: "Princess, don't forget, the fighting power of the demon is much stronger than ours."
Huangfu Meimei sighed and said, "I just have a hunch. Anyway, it won't be long before the beginning of spring."
Just as he was talking, Rushi pulled Ruhua in and looked at the two of them and asked: "Sister, I heard that Li Xiuyuan turned into a little demon?"
When Ximen Lone Star heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Look, I'm not the only one saying this."
Ruhua glared at him and said, "Didn't that guy wear a black mask when he was in Wangtian City?"
Rushi stepped forward, took Huangfu Qingmei's hand and asked, "I heard that Su Quan came to see my sister. My sister should know some inside information. Please tell us quickly."
Huangfu Qingmei sighed and asked quietly: "The withered leaves of Baolin fell into the wind, and they are different as soon as they fall into the world. Who can understand that that guy has rejuvenated his youth? How can we feel so embarrassed?"
Ruhua looked at the three of them thoughtfully and asked: "What do you say about this? Is it possible that a twelve-year-old Cave Heaven Realm cultivator is going to emerge from the Shura battlefield?"
Ximen Lone Star didn't think so, and whispered softly: "What if my brother accidentally enters the transcendent world?"
Huangfu Qingmei looked at Ximen Lone Star's proud look, and suddenly felt a little inexplicably upset, thinking that even though I have been cultivating with all my life, I am only at the middle stage of Dongtian.
After thinking for a while, he looked at the three of them and said: "When spring comes, if there is no war, let's go on an adventure together. We can't go back in vain and let that guy take all the benefits."
