Chapter 228

The sound of firecrackers.

Those schoolboys from Yuntian Academy were playing on the green stone terrace outside the main hall, playing with firecrackers.

Outside the main hall, Gao Songtao, Wang Meng and Chu Youwei, as well as several Jianxiu, took on the responsibility of cooking. Xu Kuang took Zhong Ling and Gong Sunyi to write Spring Festival couplets in his room. He wrote many couplets one after another, probably trying to spread the whole jiuxiao mountain.

Su Chunsheng and Chu Tiangang, the burly swordsman, were sitting in front of the main hall, warming a pot of hot wine and feeling a lot.

Chu Tiangang, a big man, looked at Su Chunsheng opposite him and said, "when jiuxiao sword clan was robbed, the outer gate of sword clan didn't get any news, not even a premonition. Now, in such a situation, the whole jiuxiao sword sect has almost disappeared in recent years. If it wasn't for your appearance, I'm afraid we'd all become rootless duckweeds. I don't know where we'd go. "

Su Chunsheng chuckled and shook his head. "To put it another way, if Uncle Chu had not returned with these elders, the jiuxiao sword sect would not have been so desolate."

Chu Tiangang sighed slightly, looked up at the hall which had just been repaired, and murmured, "it shouldn't be like this. It should have been very busy."

Su Chunsheng smiles, turns to look at the children playing on the Qingshi terrace, and says with a smile, "it will be lively, and it will be more and more lively."

Chu Tiangang was stunned for a moment, followed Su Chunsheng's line of sight, grinned and nodded heavily.

If there is only one person in the Central Plains Kendo and jiuxiao Jianzong, why don't you worry about going up again?

On the Qingshi terrace, dozens of children moved out a huge pile of fireworks from the main hall and piled them on the Qingshi terrace, holding a fire fold in their hands, but most of them did not dare to come forward.

Seeing this scene, Su Chunsheng got up straight with a smile, went forward, took the children's fire folder and lit the huge fireworks.

The children screamed and cheered, ran to one side and looked up at the sky.

The firecrackers were launched into the sky and the fireworks were all over the sky.

In the kitchen, Gao Songtao ran out in a hurry and yelled, "it's time to have dinner, it's time to have dinner."

In the main hall, Xu Kuang and Gong Sunyi and others held big Fu characters and pasted them around the main hall.

The firecracker that rushes into the sky suddenly blooms a touch of brilliance, and the whole jiuxiao mountain top is very bright.

Everyone looked up at the sky with a smile on their lips.

Firecracker sound, welcome spring year old.

On the Arctic ice sheet.

The wind is still very cold.

At the top of the Grand Hall standing in the wind and snow, there was a woman standing with a sword, looking up to the South with a resolute look.

The sound of footsteps.

Behind him, an old man came out and slowly stopped by the woman's side, sighing: "how? Can't let go of that Su kid? "

The woman who holds the sword is the contemporary Jian Kui who is famous in the Han Tian Jian tomb. It is also a rare woman Jian Kui, Xin Zi, for hundreds of years.

Hearing the old man's words, Xin Zi did not cover up, but nodded heavily.

The old woman chuckled, shrugged her shoulders, shook off the snowflakes on her shoulders, and said with a smile, "that Su boy is really capable. When I first came here, I could see that there was something wrong with you. That's good. Now I don't cover it up. "

Xin Zi's face was slightly red and she bowed her head.

The old woman just grinned and patted Xin Zi's arm, saying: "today is 30 years old, you should give yourself a holiday and drink with me?"

Xin Zi hesitated a little.

But the old woman didn't have a good way: "why, can't you wait all day? Is the Su family so patient? "

Xin Zi quickly smiles and nods.

Then the old woman raised her mouth slightly, pulled up her stiff arm and walked towards the blue stone hall.

Why is it difficult to break the sword? But Xinzi firmly believes that she will walk out of this road.

Above the South China Sea.

On the island where guantianzong stands, countless bright lights light up and float up to the sky with the sea breeze.

Hundreds of women in white, standing on the top of the mountain, looked up at the sky, most of them full of yearning.

Xiao ningyue, the patriarch, turned to the north and muttered to himself.

On her side, dozens of women stood side by side, looking at the north with a solemn look.

After the Spring Festival, we will go north.

I don't know what the future will be and what the future will be, but I'm sure I'll get it.

Wind and thunder pass.

Red lanterns are also hanging in the courtyard in the alleys of the city.

The courtyard was empty.

Old Jian Xiu Yu Huancheng was drinking and looking up at the fireworks blooming in the sky, his mouth slightly raised.

Miao Sanniang was sitting on the chair, holding a pot of tea in her hand.

The sound of footsteps.

Several people appeared outside the courtyard.

The leader is Yin Xiaoyun, the governor of Fenglei pass, followed by Zhang Xiaosong, a popular man in Fenglei pass, and several young generals.

Seeing the two people who were slightly stunned in the courtyard, Yin Xiaoyun went into the courtyard and said with a smile, "it's a big new year's day. How can it be without excitement?"

Miao Sanniang got up and didn't have a good way: "before Chinese new year, come to find bad luck?"

Yin Xiaoyun is noncommittal, but with a smile on the corner of his mouth and a wave of his hand, Zhang Xiaosong and others behind him quickly put all kinds of food and drink on the table. On those food boxes, there are also a handful of very beautiful flowers, emitting a faint fragrance.

"A little conscience, not empty handed."

Miao Sanniang turned her mouth and looked at the beautiful flowers, but the corners of her mouth raised slightly unconsciously.

In the distance, Yu Huancheng reaches out his thumb to Yin Xiaoyun, who smiles more deeply.

Zhang Xiaosong ran to Yu Huancheng and said with a smile, "Lord Jianxian, I worship you as my teacher."

Yu Huan Cheng was stunned for a moment and said: "is this really true? Boy, it's hard to practice sword. "

Zhang Xiaosong said in a hurry: "seriously, really can't be really any more. As for suffering, it's not my boast. Although I'm from a decent family, I'll never be vague when it comes to suffering. "

The old man laughed, got up, patted Zhang Xiaosong on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "I have never accepted an apprentice in my life. For the sake of your sincerity, I'm reluctant to accept you. But I'm not a big Sword Fairy. That one is. "

Then the old man pointed to the north.

Zhang Xiaosong nodded heavily, looking forward to it.

New year's Eve, happy.