I open a restaurant in Xiujie

After eating the delicious dumplings, everyone was very satisfied, only Yu Xiaotan was still a little unhappy, sighing to himself: "Oh, it's a pity that there is no Spring Festival Gala."

He seldom misses his past life, or he always suppresses his emotions not to think about his past life, but there are always a few moments when memories come overwhelming, easily swallowing people up.

Things that I didn't care about at the time, in retrospect now, have become rare memories.

But thinking about it, Yu Xiaotan looked at the lively children running around in the yard, and listened to the slow-toned conversation of Uncle Wang and others at the dining table in the house. In the sound, the fiery red lanterns and the colorful clouds in the sky complement each other, and the branches covered with snowflakes are also covered with a layer of shiny red light, which looks like sparks flickering, which is too beautiful to behold.

The worry in my heart disappeared in an instant.

Especially when he pulled his eyes away and landed on Ji Chuchen who was still practicing in the corner of the small courtyard, watching the snow fluttering around the body of Jianxiu in white, but unable to stick to his clothes, it only turned into a pure white curtain on his long body. Yuli's youth circled around.

Occasionally, a few pieces fell on the long sword, and were cut into pieces by the unparalleled sword energy in an instant, and then lightly attached to the sword body, dancing with it.

Not only did he not worry anymore, Yu Xiaotan still had a faint sweetness in his heart.

If he could live this kind of life forever, he would also be willing.

He was thinking about it, when suddenly there was a rumbling thunder in his ears.

"Boom!"

It sounded like thunder in his ears, shaking Yu Xiaotan's whole body.The ground under his feet was also trembling, like the roar of a giant, and even the snow drifting between the sky and the ground stopped for a moment——

A crack appeared in the sky again.

No, that can no longer be called a trace.

Yu Xiaotan looked up at the sky in astonishment, and what appeared on the horizon was a small black hole, in which an undercurrent surged, as if a small space was constantly being torn apart and stitched together, and the fragments of the fault fell like shredded paper, tearing the original place in the air. In the unharmed space, countless gaps were broken in the entire sky, and the dark, disorderly, and chaotic Dao rhyme overflowed and scattered from the gaps.

It's just that those dao yun just dropped a little, and they were pulled back by the sudden thunder arc.

A large stream of purple thunder emerged from the sky and the earth, like needles and threads intertwined in the direction where the black hole appeared, forcibly pinching and stitching the broken parts of the sky - all this happened in an instant.

Just as Yu Xiaotan had doubts in his heart, he felt that the breath of thunder in the sky was somewhat similar to the Taoist rhyme he practiced in his daily life. The universe returned to its original state again, the broken holes closed, the thunder disappeared, and the wind and snow between the sky and the earth suddenly became violent and poured down.

The originally melodious and romantic Xiaoxue suddenly turned into an overwhelming snowstorm.

"Go back to the house, everyone go back to the house!"

Yu Xiaotan yelled at the children who were having fun in the yard.

They are all on the road of monks, so they are not afraid of this kind of wind and snow, but their intuition tells Yu Xiaotan that this snow is not a simple blizzard—as expected, when he carefully identified it, he saw that the wind and snow drifting all over the sky were mixed with a lot of debris. The crumbs, the thickness of the hair, a little like the thunder that came out of the sky before.

In the snowstorm that hit his head and face, a clear and crisp sword chant suddenly resounded.

The blue light drew a graceful arc in the air, and in an instant an invisible barrier spread over the small courtyard, blocking the wind and snow.

Ji Chuchen put the sword back into its sheath, stared intently at the wind and snow in the air for a while to identify it, held an arc with her fingertips, felt it quietly for a moment, and suddenly let out a "huh".

"Don't hide," he turned his head, and waved at Yu Xiaotan and others who had just got under the eaves, "Come out, this snow is a good thing."

It was the Dao Yun that was shattered by the supreme power—the Dao Yun was invisible, but at this moment it turned into substance in a strange way. It was somewhat similar to the glass of wine that the man in Tsing Yi gave Yu Xiaotan before. All in all, It is a great tonic.

The children who had just rushed back into the house came out again, and according to Ji Chuchen's instructions, they sat cross-legged in a row in the small courtyard, trying to raise their little heads against the wind and snow, and mobilize the spiritual power in their bodies.

Gradually, snowflakes accumulated on their shoulders and cheeks, together with the howling wind.After half an hour, the snow stopped for a while, and only a group of little snowmen remained in the courtyard.

The outside body is stiff, but the inside is full of spiritual light, and the surging spiritual power gathers into a tide, constantly washing the spiritual root and hitting the bottleneck.

Yu Xiaotan was pleasantly surprised to find that not long after the children had introduced their spirits into their bodies, they were approaching the consecration period one after another, and their foundations were extremely solid even though their cultivation had improved so quickly.

The future is unlimited.

only……

Taking advantage of the changes in the world, a wave of rapid strengthening was achieved, but the children seemed unhappy.

At least I didn't have the joy of eating dumplings and making snowmen happily at the beginning.

Yu Xiaotan heard a girl sigh, and her pink cheeks were slightly reddish by the wind: "It's such a cold day, and it's another difficult winter..."

Not only Yu Xiaotan heard the girl's sigh.

The other kids heard it too.

A gloomy and despondent atmosphere diffused in the small courtyard, and the children all bowed their heads in silence. Through their dodging eyes and lonely expressions, Yu Xiaotan seemed to see the snow and ice all over the place, and the village crushed by the blizzard.

He suddenly felt distressed.

But looking at the sullen expressions of the children, my heart felt a little warm.

This is exactly the child he wants to raise!Wealth and honor cannot be promiscuous, poverty and lowliness cannot be moved, even if they have escaped from the sea of ​​misery and lived a fairy-like life, even if they have been reborn as monks who ordinary people look up to, they can still worry about others who are displaced by the cold winter and suffer from hunger and cold when the blizzard is raging. people.

"Don't worry, just say what you think."

Yu Xiaotan looked at the children in the yard with encouraging eyes, and said softly: "I told you before, practice can only make a person's body stronger, but it can't transform a person's heart."

The children looked at each other for a moment, and someone in the crowd whispered, "Brother Xiaotan, I... want to go back to the village."

Yu Xiaotan looked at the place where the voice came from, and found that it was a girl carved from pink jade.

He remembered that this child, although delicate and lovely now, looked weak when she first came to the restaurant, and it was she who told Yu Xiaotan that her villagers wanted to sacrifice her to the river god.

"Why do you want to go back to the village?" Yu Xiaotan softened his voice, "Your villagers want to sacrifice your life, do you hate them?"

The girl was silent for a long time, and slowly shook her head.

"I don't hate, I know, they just don't understand."

The crisp voice was as sweet as a silver bell, and amidst the rustling of the subtle snowflakes, the girl spoke quietly.

"Last year was also a cold winter, and the river water froze into a big piece. My mother didn't want to eat the sacrifice, so she took me down the river to fish. She took off her clothes, lay on the ice, and called me to come together, trying to cover the river surface." A hole."

"I lay on the ice for a long time, feeling that I was going to freeze with the river. At that moment, I suddenly thought, isn't there a fairy in the world who can ride the clouds and drive the mountains to fill the sea?"

"Where are they? Can you... make a hole for us?"

"There is no need to push the mountain or fill the sea, just a palm-sized hole in the river is enough, and my mother and I can survive. My mother said they will come, because the village is under the protection of their sect. , They will definitely come to help us, and they are very powerful, with just a wave of their hands, the solid ice of the entire river will be broken."

"We waited and waited, day after day."

"The fairy didn't come, my mother died."

All was silent.

The girl raised her head, her eyes flickered, and there was a faint glimmer of water in her eyes: "She died of starvation and freezing to death. I wanted to drag her out of the river when she died, but I couldn't... Her The flesh and skin were frozen together with the ice on the river, and the flesh and blood melted into the ice, forming a small group of red holes under the body."

"I don't know... where are the immortals? The house they live in must be big and warm, and they can eat a lot of fish in winter. Brother Xiaotan, I was very resentful at that time. I dare not blame those indifferent immortals. I don't want to blame the mother who pushed me into the river, but I still hate it, but I don't know who to blame..."

Her voice became lighter and lighter, floating in the wind and snow.

Yu Xiaotan looked at her quietly, his eyes soft and gentle: "Then what now?"

The girl was silent.

After a long time, tears suddenly turned into laughter.

"Brother Xiaotan, am I useless?"

She cried and laughed, and raised her hand to wipe her cheeks: "I have read books in restaurants for so long and learned a lot of knowledge, but I still can't tell how to save the previous me. I just feel that such a world It’s not right, many things in this world are different from what is taught in the book.”

The crystal clear teardrops from the corners of the eyes fell on the girl's fingertips, wetted the fair skin, and was dried by the hot spiritual power in an instant.

A flame sprang up from the girl's fingertips.

Orange-red, burning, dazzling.

"I want to change that."

Staring at the flames at her fingertips, she slowly paused and said: "Now I am also a half fairy, I think... Even if I can't do more, at least I can make a hole in the river, so that many people like People like my mother and I before can survive."

The children in the courtyard lowered their heads one after another, and many of them wiped away their tears.

"Don't cry, don't be afraid." Yu Xiaotan comforted, "You are already great. If you can't figure it out, you can think about it slowly."

He raised his head, glanced at the gradually dimming sky, and his thoughts turned.

Children study in school every day, and what they learn is dead knowledge, so they can't be left behind in practice.

"It's getting late today, everyone go to rest first, and I'll take you out tomorrow morning."

While thinking, Yu Xiaotan said slowly: "Let's treat it as... the first winter vacation social practice activity of Yu's Academy."