Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 144 The First Snow in Early Winter ([-])

After these days of training, Cao Bailu has become a level 32 auxiliary system weapon soul master, and the refining work of the second natal object in the immortal city in his body has been completed.

After the opera robe left by the old actor was refined, it not only brought Cao Bailu more understanding of Bai Yujing, but also made the radishes summoned by all of Cao Bailu's soul skills have the effect of increasing defense .

The most important thing is that Cao Bailu's current physical body has approached the defense limit of ordinary humans. If you use an ordinary knife to kill Cao Bailu without using soul power to break through the defense, the chopped Cao Bailu will only be safe, and the knife is very likely. Cracked on the spot.

At this time, Cao Bailu, who was sitting in front of the book case, was bored watching the uniform flowing clouds fly by outside the window.

For some reason, the closer to winter, Cao Bailu felt more uneasy.

There is a strange emotion in my heart, which has not been able to dissipate for a long time these days.

Cao Bailu thought about it, maybe he was homesick.

Speaking of his self-made wolf hair, Cao Bailu faced the blank paper on the desk, and wanted to write a poem rarely.

However, when he was about to write, Cao Bailu paused.

After thinking about it, he still shook his head mockingly, put down the brush, and stood up.

Putting down the sleeping Taichu, he pushed open the door.

went outside.

Looking at the thick clouds in the sky, expressionless.

There are no birds chirping, and the rustling of fallen leaves is no longer loud.

On the stone road, the footsteps of the pedestrians for a year have been left, and at the same time, the memory of the year has been branded.

The stone road will not change, the only thing that will change is the different pedestrians every year.

Cao Bailu looked at the sun in the sky that was not shining because of the dark clouds, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

There was a sudden coolness on his face.

"Ok?"

Cao Bailu touched his cheek unexpectedly, but found some water stains.

Cold and creamy.

Cao Bailu looked up.

Goose feathers fell all over the sky.

The ancients said that if catkins dance in the wind, this is the scene.

"It's really winter..."

Cao Bailu looked at the sky with a complex expression, with an embarrassed smile on his lips.

Shuo snow will always be earlier than in the south, and the Wuhun Temple is north of the north. The winter snow here will always fall in the inadvertent years and months, giving people a rare surprise in a year.

This is the first snow in early winter.

Cao Bailu stretched out his right hand, letting the snowflakes fall one by one, watching the white and pure snowflakes melt in his hands and flow down into water.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he hurried back to the dormitory, took out the last pot of old rice wine, with a silly smile on his face.

Without being warm, he entered his own Qi Palace.

The wolf hairs on the table were still dipped in ink that had hardened a little due to the cold weather, and the corners of the white paper were stained with ink plums dripping from the wolf hairs.

"I carry the pot in the early winter, and sell the sword and the wine together."

"Looking at the gentleman's smile from afar, I fell drunk to Qiushui Lake."

The rice wine is lukewarm and hurts the body.

But Cao Bailu didn't care, he seemed to understand why he lost interest.

Beside Qiushui Lake, that young man was drinking old rice wine like a fool.

One bite after another.

In front of him, there are several wine bowls.

It's all full, but there's no one to drink.

The teenager had no choice but to clink glasses one by one by himself, saying some words of blessing.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

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The real Xixuan world has also entered winter.

Northern Han Dynasty.

Xiahou's house, the young master's mansion.

The young master of the Xiahou family, who was famous all over the world, was silent for a while.

On this day, he dispersed all his servants and was alone in the courtyard warming rice wine.

Looking at the stove in front of him, the great celestial master with the surname of Longhushan only had dull eyes.

"Bailu, I'm useless..."

"Blame me, blame me..."

"I should have held you then, and I should have held you,"

"It's winter, let's drink, let's drink..."

"You, I like drinking rice wine the most, drink more, drink more,"

Xiahou Xuanji smiled as if crying, and filled an empty bowl in front of him with rice wine.

He poured it full, but didn't move his hand away, just let the priceless pot of rice wine flow along the wall of the full bowl to the table, and flow to the ground.

"Drink, drink more,"

"You're welcome, why are you being polite to me?"

"White Deer, I still owe you a lot of silver, and you will come to me for it, right?"

"You iron cock, you will definitely come to me for it,"

"You must come..."

"It must be..."

"When the time comes, I will definitely pay it back,"

"I will definitely pay you back..."

And at this time, in the originally quiet courtyard, a figure in the sky with a crown of jade appeared out of nowhere.

It's just that this celestial young man's complexion isn't pretty either.

"roll,"

Xiahou Xuanji naturally knew who was coming, he just looked calm, expressionless, and even emotionless.

The man wanted to speak, but he seemed to be choked by the word. After hesitant to speak a few times, he shook his head.

Turn around and leave.

The Immortal Folding Fan who moved the world around his waist was no longer there.

It is said that he lost it.

Alas, how can you be so careless.

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The Great Chu Kingdom, a country with a large area of ​​land in the south, also began to snow in this early winter.

In a remote village, there is an unknown wild grave. No one in the village knows who is buried in it, but after the appearance of this wild grave, the livelihood of the village has obviously improved, so the villagers only put This wild grave is left as a lucky star, and we take time to clean up the weeds every Qingming.

Today's grave is a bit unusual.

Someone came to visit the grave.

The man was wearing a pitch-black hat to hide from people's eyes, and put down a jug of rice wine in front of the grave.

There used to be a ghost sword on his waist, which was a mountain that the swordsmen of the world had to face.

However, at some point, the sword disappeared.

It is said that he lost it.

Alas, how can you be so careless.

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In the world of Xixuan, there used to be a group of five people, including a Taoist priest, a counselor, a swordsman, a young master, and a Confucian scholar.

No matter how busy they are, when the world welcomes winter, they will take time to get together, drink a pot of rice wine, and then brag about their proud things this year.

Now, the counselor is gone.

We are no longer together.

It is said that the counselor was lost by them.

Alas, how can you be so careless.

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(End of this chapter)