The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

It started to rain lightly. When looking at Qiantang Lake from Chenghuang Mountain, it was misty and misty, as if in a painting.

The door of Chenghuang Pavilion was closed.

Yuan Tianlang has been kneeling outside the door all day and night.

No matter how high the skill is, it cannot withstand a long period of hard work. Normally, such drizzle would never fall on him. But now, he was soaked all over.

The rain trickled down his face, forming a rain curtain on his chin. He opened his mouth, and rainwater poured into his mouth.

"Master!" His throat rolled and he made a muddy sound.

Still no one opened the door for him.

Finally, he couldn't help crying. The tears mixed with the rain, and he tasted the bitterness of the salty wetness.

He was once a genius of his generation, a genius of the Yuan family, with a bright future. Just because of a big change in the Yuan family, now he has nowhere to go, and even his master, who is as close as his father, is turned away.

Yuan Tianlang couldn't figure out why it would be like this.

He was not interested in family disputes and never got involved in business matters.

The Yuan family is a big family, and there are many people doing things.

He once thought that a family like the Yuan family would stand there forever like a giant.

Unexpectedly, once it collapsed, it fell apart and nothing was left.

"Master!" Yuan Tianlang shouted hoarsely with his last strength, "Let me in! I am willing to accompany Master, never come out of seclusion, and never get involved in the world again!"

The rain was getting heavier again, and it was cold and cold, and seemed to contain snow particles.

The door of Chenghuang Pavilion was opened, but there was no one there.

"Master!" Yuan Tianlang raised his head in surprise.

A long sigh came from the dark door.

"Let's go, I can't protect you here."

"Master!" Yuan Tianlang was shocked and crawled forward a few steps on his knees, trying to climb into the door.

A gust of wind blew and the door slammed shut.

Yuan Tianlang ran into him head on, his nosebleeds and tears all printed on the door.

The moment the door closed, he heard the master's voice lingering in the wind:

"Go to Tianzhu Temple and find Zhiren. In Qiantang, that is the only place that can save your life. Let's go..."

Yuan Tianlang kowtowed three times respectfully to the gate of Chenghuang Pavilion, then stood up and looked in the direction of Qiantang Lake.

It was misty and misty there, and the undulating ridge lines could be vaguely seen, like long dragons swimming in the clouds and mist.

……

The rain stopped and snow began to fall in the sky.

At first it was like grains of salt, gradually like velvet flowers, and later it turned into goose feathers, flying all over the sky.

On the uphill path of Tianzhu Mountain on the west side of Qiantang Lake, a figure staggered forward alone in the white snow.

At the end of the road is a not-so-grand temple with the words "Shang Tianzhu" written on the door.

The man knelt on the stone steps and knocked on the door with his head.

A monk came to open the door and saw him, with a gleam of compassion in his eyes.

"Please inform Master Zhiren that I want to become a monk and ask Master to take me under my wing," said the man kneeling in front of the doorstep.

The monk asked: "Do you have a name?"

The man said: "It's there when you come, but it's gone when you go up the mountain."

The monk asked again: "Do you have any relatives?"

The man said: "It used to be there, but now it is gone."

The monk asked again: "Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

The man's shoulders trembled, and a trace of hesitation and reluctance flashed across his face.

After a while, he seemed to finally make up his mind and said: "I practiced before, but now I have forgotten."

The monk nodded and said, "Once you enter this door, you will never see the world of mortals. Are you willing to let it go?"

The man said, "I'm willing to give it up."

The monk said, "Okay, come with me."

The man stood up and followed the monk in.

The door slammed shut behind him, shutting out Feng Xue and Hong Chen.

……

Hecheng has not seen such heavy snow for several years.

"Ruixue is a good year!"

Looking at the vast expanse of white, Lin Shangyi, who was sitting in a wheelchair, exhaled comfortably.

A white mist was left in the air and quickly dissipated.

Li Muchen didn't feel much about the heavy snow. Compared with the snow on Kunlun Mountain, this little snow is nothing.

It's just that people here seem to have a special affection for snow. No matter how cold it is and how difficult it is to travel due to ice and snow, people are still happy.

And this deserted air also adds a bit of joy and popularity, as if the more it snows, the more human it feels.

In contrast, although the snow in Kunlun is big and thick, it is lonely and ruthless.

Li Muchen couldn't tell which one he liked better.

But seeing Lin Shangyi so happy, he was in a good mood.

Lin Manqing pushed the wheelchair, and Li Muchen walked side by side with her.

Now they are officially an unmarried couple and have become a legend in Nanjiang's upper class society.

Lin Shangyi felt happy as he listened to the harmonious footsteps of the two people behind him, which is why he said "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest".

In fact, this year can be considered a good year for the Lin family.

The Yuan family had fallen, and the Lin family fought back in desperate circumstances and rose again. With this rise, he suddenly entered the ranks of Nanjiang's top wealthy families.

People who come to Lin's house to visit, talk about business, meet relatives, and go as matchmakers have never stopped since the end of the martial arts competition.

It's New Year's Eve, and people still come to give gifts in the morning. It was already afternoon and it was a little quieter.

Li Muchen originally wanted to celebrate the New Year at Wutongju because there were many people there.

But he knew that this was Lin Shangyi's last year. Lin Manqing must accompany him. He and Manqing are engaged, so naturally he must accompany him.

So after discussing with Manqing and asking for the opinions of the future parents-in-law, we simply brought everyone from Wutongju and Jianghu Xiaoguan to the Lin family to celebrate the New Year.

Anyway, the Lin family is big enough to fit no matter how many people there are.

Yan Huimin said that when there are many people, it looks lively and like a good year.

So she simply called the people from Lao Yan's family.

The main reason is that after what happened last time, the population of Lao Yan's family has become much thinner, and only the old man and Yan Jin's family are left.

On the night of New Year's Eve, Li Muchen gave Lin Shangyi some special medicine.

Lin Shangyi, who was already bedridden, suddenly looked better and got out of bed happily. Originally, he wanted to walk by himself, but it was because of Li Muchen's suggestion and Lin Manqing's insistence that he got into a wheelchair.

The wheelchair passed through the garden and advanced to the central villa. People gathered there and took turns paying New Year greetings to Lin Shangyi.

Lin Shangyi happily took out the red envelopes he had prepared in advance and gave them to the juniors one by one.

The most tiring thing on this day was the Lin family's cook, who used his [-]% skill to prepare several tables of large dishes, as if setting up a banquet.

At the main table, Lin Shangyi sat in the middle.

On one side of him sat Mr. Yan, on the other side there was an empty seat, but the wine glass was filled with wine.

That was for Lin Chan.

Every time Lin Shangyi drank a glass of wine, he would pour the glass of wine next to him on the ground, and then pour another glass.