After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn - Chapter 190

The demons looked around and watched, but the immortal gates became more united and clearer.

The casual cultivator formed his own alliance, with a reasonable system, and was no longer as disorderly as before. Ji Shu led the Terran soldiers to clean up the remaining low-level monsters on the battlefield, and gave his own contribution.

The demon soldiers attacked several times, but they were all repelled one by one by the immortal gate.

Several counterattack victories have greatly boosted everyone’s confidence, ready to fight back to their homeland and regain their homes.

The bronze bell rang slowly, the cold wind was rustling, and the bodhi leaves drifted from the branches.

There were three or four more people in the original bell-ringing courtyard. Ji Yue put down her scrolls and announced the end of get out of class, but those studious teenagers still reluctant to leave.

She sat cross-legged under the tree, opened the scroll, and a yellow leaf fell on the paper.

A young girl with an immature face knelt down at the table, holding an ink pen in her hand, and suddenly raised her head and asked abruptly: “Sir, is it worth it?”

Ji Yue: “What?”

The girl said: “Mr. is so exhausted, and the words are incomparably delicate, but the world only specializes in practical studies, and turns a deaf ear to the illusory Taoism and righteousness. After more than half a year, only a few of us came to attend the class. Mr. Yi If you work hard to cultivate, you should have gotten closer. Is it worth delaying your practice for the sake of a few of us?”

Jiyue wore a plain robe, her long hair untied, scattered on both sides like splashing ink, her temperament settled down, and she looked like a deep wind.

She heard the words, smiled lightly, raised her hand and rubbed his head, “Don’t think about it so much.”

The girl lay down on the table and said glumly: “I just refused to accept my husband!”

Ji Yue used the fallen leaf as a bookmark, closed the scroll, and looked ahead, her eyes vacant, “Life is like a rebellious journey, and I am also a pedestrian. I am always practicing. It is just a different method. What’s worth it? ?”

The girl said in distress, “Sir, I don’t understand.”

Jiyue smiled and said, “You must finish your homework first.”

The girl pouted: “Yeah.” As she wrote, she was slightly arched and hit by a ruler on her back.

Jiyue saw that her face was stained with wet ink marks, like a tabby cat, her heart was funny, and she sternly said: “Sit up straight!”

“Hmph, just sit up straight.”

After another while, Canghai specially sent a fish monster to upstream along the river and rushed to the Buddhaland. He said that he saw the light of the magic soldier in the sea, and there was a figure of a golden armor girl in the light. Going home, the Lord of the Seas is thinking of sickness, and is about to become a waste dragon.

When Ji Yue learned that You Yancui was still alive, she smiled slightly and said to Peiyu, I’m going to find someone.

Then he floated away and set foot on the yellow sand hills alone.

A single shadow, like a lone geese among the clouds, a group of people in heaven and earth.

As spring passes and autumn comes, unknowingly, the weather is getting colder, the cold wind blows, and snowflakes float in the sky.

Horseshoes burst into dust, and a line of iron horses came from the dust, Xie Chunqiu was at the door, hunting in black robes.

Ji Shu reined his horse, took off his black scarf, and said with a smile: “Chun Qiu, what are you doing here?”

Xie Chunqiu said: “It’s closed in the new year, please go for a drink.”

Ji Shu laughed and threw the monster’s head aside, “Go!”

As soon as I entered the city, the joy of the New Year came to my face.

Black tiles and white walls, high red lanterns hung on the eaves, swinging in the wind.

Ji Shu took a sip of white steam, rubbing his hands and said, “It’s so lively.”

Xie Chunqiu heard the dancing music in the distance and said with a smile: “After all, it’s the new year.”

A stream of light flashed across, Ji Shu raised his head and glanced, couldn’t help but laugh, holding his belly and laughing.

Xie Chunqiu couldn’t see it, and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Ji Shu said, “Hahaha, that guy, he’s Yutanghulu!”

The monk, who used a bunch of huge candied haws as a mount, turned back from the air, and said with a smile: “Happy Chinese New Year.”

Ji Shu smiled and waved, “Happy Chinese New Year!”

The sound of gongs and drums, and the lion dance team shuttled through the crowd, arousing cheers.

There were many small shops on the street, with many children in front of him. Ji Shu was curious and pulled Xie Chunqiu to squeeze in.

A handsome young man was holding a purple pen with some syrup dipped in the tip of the pen, and the pen was drawn into a painting, making several sugar paintings before the syrup solidified.

The children clapped their hands and applauded: “Brother is amazing!”

The young man divided the sugar paintings among them and asked in a gentle voice, “What else do you want to see me painting?”

The children raised their hands one after another: “I want a big wolf!”

“I want a dragon!”

“I want to see butterflies!”

Xie Chunqiu discerned the voice of the youth, and said in surprise: “Luo Xian is long?”

When Luo Qiusheng heard the words, he smiled and said: “Spring and Autumn, Happy New Year.”

Xie Chunqiu: “Happy Chinese New Year, why are you here? We have prepared wine and food, shall we go together?”

Luo Qiusheng shook his head and looked at the child’s eager smile, “I am drawing sugar paintings here, please say greetings to you all for me.”

Xie Chunqiu nodded, bowed his hands, turned a corner with Ji Shu, and turned into an alley.

The alluring fragrance all over the street evoked gluttons in the general’s belly. Ji Shu couldn’t help asking, “Where is it? It’s so mysterious.”

“Be patient, I’ll be here soon.” Xie Chunqiu closed his eyes, his nose fluttered, and smiled: “Here.”

In front of him is a very inconspicuous shop, no signs, no yelling Xiao Er, only a loquat tree pavilion welcoming guests.

Ji Shu’s loss was obvious, “That’s it?”

The cold wind blew up the floral blue curtains, and the fragrance was tangy. She immediately changed her mouth: “It smells so good!” As she said, she couldn’t wait to lift the curtains, the door and the outside seemed to be divided into two worlds, and the room was steaming, like a moment. It’s spring.

Sitting in front of the outer brazier was a young man in a blue shirt, bowing his head to stroke the little beast in his arms. A little to the left of him, Yu Chisu leaned over, reaching out to poke the snow-white little beast. Sheng Ji hurriedly avoided sideways, protecting the red beast in his arms.

Yu Chisu aired: “What’s the matter with a touch? Is this your wife?”

Sheng Ji: “Are you touching it? You want to bald it!”

The red beast opened his eyes like black grapes, and called out innocently, “Hey.”

Going inward, Chaoyu half embraces the pipa, the jade fingers are flying on the strings like a butterfly, the pipa is noisy and cut, like a jade bead ticking down on an ice plate.

At the end of the song, the boy in white quickly praised, “It sounds good.”

Cutting Yunsha to see Shen Zhishui was not pleasing to his eyes, and snorted coldly, “Yes.”

Chao Yu Tiantian smiled, took the grapes peeled by Shen Zhishui, turned around and put them on Peiyu’s table.

The corner of Peiyu’s mouth is slightly hooked, and the small golden saucer contains crystal clear grapes, which looks very attractive.

“Master, you taste it, just took it out of the spirit storage box.” She picked up one, leaned forward and passed it.

Huaibo opened her lips and bit the grapes she had fed, and the sweet juice burst in her mouth.

“Is it sweet?”

Huaibo smiled: “Sweet.”

As soon as Zhao Jian looked at them, itchy, he glanced at the girl in red next to him, and secretly held her hand under the table.

Mingying clicked and opened him.

Zhao Jian was aggrieved and sad, and turned his mouth downwards, but before long, his hand was held by a small and delicate hand. Mingying lowered her head, her face flushed, half ashamed and half angry.

In the corner, Zhao Hengyun and Mu Chuan were fighting wine, while they were doing the wine order——

“The two are good; the three stars are brilliant; the four seasons are rich; the five sons are in the department; the six and the six are smooth; the Qiqiaoqiao; the eight horses are good; the nine times are happy; the house is full!”

The atmosphere is harmonious and warm.

Until Ji Shu lifted the curtain, he roared: “It’s so cold today!”

Everyone looked at her, and Ji Shu took a step back: “Excuse me, goodbye!”

Xie Chunqiu couldn’t help but hold her back: “Why come out again?”

Ji Shu said incoherently: “What do you bring me here! This is the place of your immortals. Just now I had a voice, so much can look at me, I don’t!” She hugged the doorpost and said, “I won’t go in!”

Xie Chunqiu smiled, secretly using dexterity to drag her off, and dragged her into the door all the way.

Huaibo has stood up and greeted him: “General Ji has cleared away the remaining monsters in the desert all the way. You have worked hard, please sit down.”

Ji Shu became human in an instant, and said, “Xianzhang is polite, this is what I should do.”

At this time, someone hurried to report, and a pair of troops of unknown origin appeared outside the barrier.

Huaibo asked everyone to continue drinking, and together with Peiyu, came to the wasteland covered by ice and snow.

The blood mist was hazy, the green ghost fire flickered faintly, and the ghostly Yin soldiers held weapons in their hands, orderly, and banners shielded the air.

Yingqiu stood in front of the queue and smiled at Huaibo: “The new year is over, come and pay a respect to the immortal Chang.”

Xia Ziyan continued: “Send a small gift by the way, please accept it by Xianchang.”

Huaibo glanced at the ‘small gift’ behind her, a little bit dumbfounded.

Yingqiu handed over a yin flag, “As long as you hold this, you can command them.”

The black flag swayed slightly, and the row of Yin soldiers gradually moved, leaping horses and raising their whip, rushing in a great amount of soup, turning into a gray-red Changhong, and incorporating it into the flag.

Yingqiu’s body was slightly bent, and he offered it with both hands, “Please accept it, Xianchang.”

Huaibo took it carefully, “I’m grateful.” She chuckled, “It’s counted as a gift. How about I invite you to have a drink?”

Yingqiu: “None of us are strangers, so it is inconvenient to enter the city.”

Peiyu and Huaibo looked at each other and smiled, “What about this? There are still two big demons at the banquet!”

They took the two female ghosts into the restaurant, and everyone welcomed them warmly, celebrating that the little shop had all the fairies, demons and ghosts.

Boss Xue shouted his blessings and brought the hot dishes to the table. The two-color pot bottom was steaming hot, and the spicy and delicious flavor spread along with the sound of firecrackers. The atmosphere gradually became enthusiastic, and everyone toasted to each other, thinking about what to do when they returned to their homeland in the future.

Some people are already drunk, maybe thinking of old people, crying and laughing, and immersed in drinking.

The flames melted, and the sky gradually darkened.

Huaibo took Peiyu’s hand and sneaked out of the banquet into the alley.

Outside the house, the white snow is like velvet, and the wind is bitter.

“Look,” Huaibo took out a string of firecrackers, “Let’s let this go!”

She set up the long firecrackers, holding the torches in her hand, cowering and not daring to light them. Peiyu smiled, holding her hand, bending over to light firecrackers together, and then the two quickly turned around, covering their ears and taking a dozen steps.

The crackling sound resembled thunder, smallpox scattered and fireflies splashing.

Firecrackers blew up the broken jade Qiongyao in one place, and Feixue rose up one after another, as if the gods were drunk, smashing the white clouds to pieces.

Huaibo covered his ears, his eyes crooked into a crescent moon, his brows crooked with a smile.

Peiyu tilted her head and looked at Master with a flowery smile, gently holding her hand.

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, everything will be better, they thought.

…

The heaven and the earth are wrapped in silver, thin snow is flying, and a bright moon rises from the sea.

Liu Huan looked at his hand, looked at the bright moon and the fluttering snowflakes, frowned, turned around and walked out of the door suddenly, and then folded back after not taking a few steps.

The Dongting lay on the warm fur, describing it as sloppy, “You have been back and forth dozens of times, and my eyes are lost.”

Liu Huangu: “You don’t need to worry about it.”

Dongting smiled and said: “Are you really not going to see her?”

Liu Huan Gu clenched his hands tightly, “To meet each other is to not see.”

Dongting shook the wine glass, the crimson wine squeezed, “Oh? People stood there for three days, in such a cold day, I don’t know if she was injured on the way…”

The voice hadn’t died yet, the purple-clothed girl turned around abruptly, leaving her with a thin and stubborn back.

Dongting sighed and took a sip of wine, the spar furnace curled up with a fragrance, and the room was full of spring.

“Human, really a strange race.”

Senior sister has lost a lot.

When I saw Jiyue again, Liu looked around and thought.

Jiyue was indeed reduced a lot, like a lone crane standing in the snow, holding an altar of wine in his hand.

It was freezing cold, the wine jar had long been cracked, and the wine had frozen into ice.

Liu Huan looked at her, stepped lightly, and asked in a low voice, “Why come here?”

After a long time, Ji Yue raised her head and saw that the moment Liu looked around, there was a flash of light in her gloomy eyes. She blinked, as if thinking she had hallucinations, and whispered: “Junior sister, is that you?”

Liu Huangu gritted her teeth and did not speak. At this moment, she even had the idea of ​​turning around and leaving and fleeing immediately.

Jiyue’s eyes were still gentle and tolerant, open and open, without any shadow or hatred. It was as if there was no time in the sky, as before. She didn’t blame Liu Huangu for being Liu Huangu before, and she won’t now.

The wind was blowing and the white snow was flying. She and Jiyue stood on the site of Shengrenzhuang, relatively speechless.

The scenes of the past passed by before the eyes, and now, they have all turned into a piece of ice and snow-like solitude and desolation.

The world follows the flow of water, and counts…a dream floats.

Ji Yue took a step forward, and the long wind filled her robes.

She walked very slowly, seemingly lacking energy, her steps were vain, and she stepped on the ice and slipped. Liu Huan didn’t even think about it. She immediately supported her and looked at her haggard face, “Sister, why bother… We can’t go back anymore.”

Jiyue’s eyes were dark for a while, and then she said in a low voice: “It’s the Chinese New Year, I just want to come and see you.”