New Year's Eve, Liuyun Mountain, Liuyun Hall.

Liuyun Hall is on the left side of Liuyun Hall. It is very large. It is more than twenty feet long and more than ten feet wide. It can accommodate hundreds of large round tables, enough for thousands of people to gather together.

At this time, there are only ten round tables in Liuyun Hall, which is enough for less than a hundred people in Liuyun Mountain.

The table was filled with wine, meat and food, poultry and livestock, fresh river seafood, fungi from the mountains, a family portrait of milk soup stewed with various ingredients, dried fruit preserves, fruit wine, rice wine and old wine. It was extremely rich.

The leader of Liuyun, Wang Daofan, personally brought the leader of Liuyun's fifth hall to pay New Year's greetings to all the disciples of Liuyun Mountain.

Today is the Chinese New Year, which is no different than before. The disciples don’t have to be restrained and can just eat and drink as much as they want. The rise of drinking inevitably makes it neither too big nor too small. Everyone shouts and drinks, laughing and making noise without formality.

But the laughter and noise of the disciples were nothing compared to those of the hall masters.

Renyou Tangyue Hall Master had drunk a lot of wine at this time and was drunk, with a blush on his face.

Regardless of whether Mrs. Han was here in vain, she staggered towards Han Molin. She raised her hand and pointed, and said:

"Han Molin, I was still a little girl back then! You made me wait in vain for two years. Two years. When I saw your brother Han again, you, you already had Bai Hua by your side. Bai Hua came from a wealthy family.

, there is really no choice in terms of martial arts, character, and appearance. Bai Hua is better than the younger sister, and the younger sister recognizes it... why should the younger sister recognize it?"

Han Molin was also drunk and said:

"Yue'er. I was the one who failed you back then. I'm such a bad person that I don't deserve you. But, why did you..."

Uncle Yue sat unsteadily on Han Molin's lap, put his arms around Han Molin's neck, and whispered in his ear:

"My little sister will never marry, so your brother Han's chest will always have pain. Even if you are reincarnated for thousands of lives, you can't forget your little sister. Hehehe."

At this time, Han Molin didn't look like he usually had soft ears. He looked at Uncle Yue affectionately. He held Uncle Yue's hand, rubbed it slowly, and said:

"You are still the same as before, you can easily kill me. Don't worry, you don't have to live forever. When I die in this life, I will personally take out this piece of your heart and give it back to you. That's very good.

"

Uncle Yue immediately became anxious after hearing this and slapped Han Molin in the face. An obvious red handprint suddenly swelled up on Han Molin's face.

Uncle Yue continued to curse loudly:

"You boy Han, this heart belongs to my mother, what right do you have to play nonsense! Give me this heart to take good care of. If there is anything wrong with this heart, I will fight for you. I will also give your heart to you."

I'll take it out and give it back to you."

As Uncle Yue said this, he grabbed his hand towards his chest, but Han Molin quickly blocked it. At this moment, the two of them looked at each other and smiled.

Han Molin hugged Master Yue Boyue Xianxian tighter and said in a gentle tone:

"I'm good. My boy Han is very good. I guarantee that nothing will go wrong with my heart."

Yue Xianxian's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she said shyly:

"Brother Han, my little sister always has nothing to do with you."

Everyone present had been holding back evil smiles at the drama between Han Molin and Yue Xianxian, and now they finally couldn't help it. All kinds of cheers, applause, and cheers came out one after another.

And the most amazing thing is that the person leading the boos, applause, and cheers was actually Mrs. Han Bai Hua.

Bai Hua was also drunk at this time. He held a small wine jar in his left hand and took a sip from time to time. He kept waving his right hand and shouted,

"Well done, you are Han Molin who dares to love and hate. I made the right choice. I have never made the wrong choice."

Han Molin turned a blind eye to his wife Bai Hua's actions and only

Hugging Yue Xianxian.

Everyone just booed, applauded, and cheered without any weird or puzzled expressions. This is because everyone is used to it, and it happens almost every year during the Chinese New Year.

He was also used to it. The next morning, Han Molin was chased by Bai Hua. He was jumping up and down on Liuyun Mountain, looking miserable.

Everyone had almost eaten and drank, but someone got the idea and wanted to set off fireworks outside.

After a while, with several loud noises, all kinds of fireworks started to rise one after another in Liuyun Square in Liuyun Mountain.

The styles of fireworks vary, but they are all extremely gorgeous and dreamlike.

There are explosion styles, garland styles, interlaced lines, flat dots, and giant balls.

The different colors of the fireworks reflect different brilliance on the faces of people in Liuyun Mountain.

Most people's expressions were filled with happiness and joy, except for three beauties who were as beautiful as gods.

It was none other than Dongfang Wan, Han Yuning, and Tong Die, who were involved in Lin Zhanqing's thoughts.

Dongfang Wan always has a cold expression, like an iceberg that lasts ten thousand years. Even during the Chinese New Year in previous years, there is no exception.

But at this time, there was a trace of inexplicable melancholy in the eyes of Wannian Bingshan Dongfang Wan. Together with that cold face, it was like the coldest moonlight in winter.

It's hard to describe that feeling, but in short, it makes people feel distressed.

But Han Yuning was not as reserved as Dongfang Wan. She was already out of her mind. Her eyes were full of expectation, helplessness and sadness. At this time, she was looking at the fireworks infatuatedly, clasping her hands together, not knowing what she was wishing for.

As for Tong Die, there were a few drops of tears hanging on her face. There was no other sad expression, just a few drops of tears hanging on her face. Tong Die didn't wipe them away, as if she was deliberately keeping the tears pure.

After a year of mission training and life-and-death battles, disciple Liu Yun was already exhausted. But in the New Year fireworks, disciple Liu Yun seemed to have released all his negative emotions.

It was rare to be so happy, everyone was playing and cheering. Until they were completely tired and couldn't make any noise anymore, they helped each other back to each hall to sleep.

…

The Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the last carnival of the Spring Festival. After the Lantern Festival, it means the official end of the Spring Festival.

But in the early morning of the Lantern Festival, five disciples from Liuyun Mountain appeared in Liguang Town, three hundred miles away from Liuyun Mountain. These five people were Yu Wen, the third disciple of Diqi Hall, and Du Yuan, the fifth disciple of Ren Youtang.

The third disciple Tong Die, the second disciple Yan Han of the Performing Arts Hall, and the senior sister Han Yuning of the Yuantang Hall.

What mission is so urgent? The five elite disciples of Liuyun Mountain are required to set off before the Lantern Festival?

…

It's the Lantern Festival today, and there are a few lonely brick houses in a desolate wilderness. The brick houses still look quite new, but they are full of dust. They seem to have been uninhabited all year round.

At this time, in the brick house, a young man in white was kneeling in front of the wooden table in the main room.

There is a portrait hanging on the wall next to the wooden table. The family of three in the portrait are simply outlined with lines.

The young man, Lin Zhanqing, was kneeling like this. He didn't say a word, just kneeling.

Lin Zhanqing's face was full of tiredness and exhaustion. It's no wonder. In half a month, he changed dozens of horses and traveled two thousand miles. He only got here on the Lantern Festival.

This is the home that Lin Zhanqing has long lost.

All this, just to kneel here.

Lin Zhanqing knelt from early morning to noon. The early morning mist dissipated little by little, and the sunshine became brighter and brighter.

From Xiao Su in the early morning to full of life at noon. Lin Zhanqing finally couldn't kneel down and fell on the ground.

On the ground. After a while, he slowly got up from the ground.

At this time, Lin Zhanqing's face was no longer expressionless, and her eyes were no longer empty. It seemed that it was really Lin Zhanqing's parents who gave Lin Zhanqing incredible power.

No matter how wandering around the world, no matter how far you travel, your home is always the most precious place in your heart, which is called home.

Lin Zhanqing walked out of the courtyard and led the horse tied to the tree. He took out an apple from the horse's bag and gnawed it.

After a few bites, he finished eating the apple. Lin Zhanqing got on his horse, lowered his whip, and walked away.

Lin Zhanqing's dashing figure on horseback gradually blurred and merged with the dazzling light of the sun, making him invisible.

…

On the second day, the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, we went to the Loxin Zen Monastery in the morning.

Lin Zhanqing tied the horse and walked straight into the Xinchanyuan.

In front of the main hall, there is a place where incense is given to people who have made friends.

It's still the round-headed, seventeen- or eighteen-year-old little novice. The little novice still treats everyone with the same respectful expression. It doesn't matter whether it's the person who gives money, the person who gives copper coins, or the person who can't give anything, it's the same.

His expression was respectful.

Lin Zhanqing picked up three sticks of sandalwood and put down five copper plates. He put his hands together and made a salute. He said:

"Amitabha," the same as that day.

The young novice monk was always the same. He quickly returned the salute and said in his mouth:

"Amitabha."

After offering incense, Lin Zhanqing walked towards the teahouse in the courtyard. The same voice came from the meditation room next to it,

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles. They are like dew or lightning. You should observe them like this. What does this sentence mean? In a common saying, you don't need to pay too much attention to everything. Wherever there is suffering, there is happiness, and there is joy.

There is sadness, there is beauty and there is ugliness, there is glory and there is poverty. There is a waxing and waning of clouds and sunshine, and the rotation of the four seasons, it is nothing but the same. And all these changes are nothing more than the coming and going of fate. It is an illusion, and there is no reality. The world of mortals

Why should sentient beings cling to this?"

When Lin Zhanqing heard this, there was a hint of peace and calmness in her eyes that had already regained their vitality.

Although it was just a slight change, Lin Zhanqing seemed to be a different person. Her posture became upright and natural, much freer and easier.

Lin Zhanqing now became confident, calm, and free. He had escaped from the whirlpool of distress.

In the tea room of Liaoxin Chanyuan, the same monk in his thirties with a Chinese character face asked the same question:
To be continued...