The ancestor who passed through the book became a villain, and his junior sister gave up on therapy.

After being away for three months, it was already snowing when I came back.

Originally, snowflakes could not float into the higher good...

But Master Wang thought it was very pretentious to sit alone in the snow and play the piano, so he let them in.

The slightly cool snow flakes passed through bear paws and landed on the tip of Qin Yuan's nose, and the sleeping man slowly opened his eyes.

[Note: Xiao Yuanyuan, are you awake?Let me tell you some bad news. You are 17 years old, which is another year older! 】

Yes…

Unknowingly, I have been in this world for a year...

"Thank you for your kind reminder!" Qin Yuan rolled his eyes at Lao Jin angrily and came out of Dabai's arms.

But before her feet touched the ground, a smell of alcohol hit her face and she fell into another's arms?

"Hahaha, Xiao Yuanyuan, have you thought about your second senior brother after being out for so long?"

Feng Liuzi, a Hehuan New Year package user, rarely appeared in Zong, chasing after the senior sister Su Cheng who was wearing a snow fur cloak:

"Second Junior Brother, men and women cannot be intimate with each other, please put down my little Junior Sister!"

"Can't let go..."

Just as Feng Liuzi was about to run away, he suddenly smelled something. He looked at the man whose face was already drunk and asked:

"Xiao Yuanyuan, have you eaten Rose Tempering Tongxinzhan? Why do you smell like this?"

"Second senior brother...you know?"

This time the romantic man seemed to be making wine for himself, the smell of death on his body was as good as Qin Yuan's!

The latter was so drunk that he was so smoked that he couldn't move, and even his brain began to react slowly.

Otherwise, I would never ask such a stupid question about a dragon that lives for thousands of years.

"What haven't you seen from your second senior brother?"

Feng Liuzi scratched the bridge of her nose, but she didn't dislike the smell. Just when she was about to brag about it, Su Cheng arrived.

He wrapped the snow fur cloak around the little junior sister and brought her out.

"Are you polite? x2"

The two asked each other almost in unison. Qingqiu, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but laugh out loud. He looked at Pang Jin and said:

"It's really good that you are doing good, and I'm very happy."

"Then do you want to stay for a while? Our clan has a festival at this time. After that, we will go see your parents?"

"Well... OK."

"A festival? Ruoshui banquet?"

Xiang He spoke out, and Qin Yuan, wrapped in a cloak, squeezed out of the confrontation between the senior sister and the second senior brother, speaking gently and rationally.

Very good, Su Cheng’s character as a wife has not collapsed, nor has the romantic character.

You have whatever you say, but I won’t listen!

"Yes, Shangshan holds it every year." Pang Jin replied slightly surprised.

Ruoshuiyan: A simple explanation is the Spring Festival of the Supreme Being. At this time, the disciples will return to the sect.

I asked why there were so many red lanterns hanging up...it turned out to be Ruoshui Banquet.

Qin Yuan glanced at the roadside on both sides. The round lanterns were full of joy. They should have been made by the senior sister.

"Oh…"

Xianghe nodded lightly without knowing what he was thinking, said she was going to find Qing Huan, and left first.

"A Yuan, this is..."

While they were talking, the eldest sister stopped talking to Feng Liuzi and walked over to look at Ya Shijing, who was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

"She is my friend, and she may stay with us for a long time in the future."

Qin Yuan pulled Xiao Jing over and said.

"Really? Then Shang Shan welcomes you!" Su Cheng rubbed Ya Shijing's head.

Seeing that her clothes were too cool, he took out a snow fur cloak from the storage ring and put it on her.

Although the snow does not freeze the cultivators, children must be taken special care of.

"Ah! Thank you, senior sister!"

Ya Shijing blushed at the gentleness she had just met. Although her skin color made it difficult to detect it, Pang Jin, who had played with her since childhood, could still see it.

Jingmei would blush. If his brother Masekawa saw this, he would say: Why are you such a girl?

He thought silently, then coughed: "Let's go to the sect first, don't stand at the door."

……

The main peak of goodness.

It was rare that Wen Ling was not lying on the bed, sitting in the pavilion outside, watching the snow and weaving the lantern in her hands.

"Qing Huan!"

Xiang He ran up, opened his arms and pounced directly.

The former originally put down his lantern to pick it up, but suddenly smelled something and immediately left the "Boundary Break" for isolation.

"Little silly*...you are so cruel..."

Master's face hit the invisible wall of air, scraping against it and slowly falling freely.

The other party didn't say anything. He cast more than a dozen purification spells at her with one thought, and the skin of a certain snake was almost washed off!

"Stop! Stop! Stop! It's boring!" Xianghe cursed and dismissed the purification spell that followed.

Sitting opposite her angrily, he wanted to curse, but when he saw the ugly-looking long lantern in her hand, his heart softened again.

"Qing Huan, the lantern you made is still so ugly."

Wen Ling paused for a moment and quickly put it into the storage ring.

"Why don't you do it? Keep going, I'm still waiting for you to put the lantern for me~"

"I didn't say I made it for you..."

She spoke slowly, with no flaws in her expression.

Who is Ke Xianghe?Raising his hands, he put his arms around her neck and played with her:

"Yes, yes, if you didn't make it for me, then why are you making the strips? It's been hundreds of years, why is your excuse still so bad?"

It was a coincidence that the year when Xiang He first became Wen Ling's mount, Ruoshui Yan was about to arrive.

She didn’t understand why all the disciples of the Supreme Being were putting up lanterns, so she asked her little friend—Xiao Zhong!

Xiao Zhong is Yao Yun's mount, a big tortoise with horns on its head.

"The Great Good Ruoshui Banquet is here, and they are going to put out lanterns for good omens. Didn't your Emperor Wen Tian do it for you?"

He drooped his eyelids and kept himself basking in the sun.

"Huh? Is there anything else like this? I haven't seen Qing Huan making lanterns?"

"Oh, then you probably don't have any."

"!!!"

"It's normal to think about it. Emperor Wen Tian has never ridden you once. You have no merit. How can it be said that she doesn't act as a beacon for you?"

"You mean hammer! Why don't I get any credit?"

Doesn’t it count as credit if I gave her my demon pill to relieve her boredom? (Wen Ling took out the demon pill because of her arrogance...)

The more Xianghe thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became.

It’s not like I won’t ride for you, why don’t you make a lantern for me?

So she was kicked over by Xiao Zhong and ran home angrily.

Xiao Zhong: "Damn! Are you sick? Turn over!"

……

Xiang He ran back home, where Wen Ling was instructing the younger generation to practice.

"The sword is drawn three points, leaving..."

"Qing Huan! You ride me!"

She spoke directly with a shout. Wen Ling stumbled when she heard it, and almost stabbed the junior to death with a sword!

Junior: "!!!"

Junior: "Can I listen to this? Damn it! Senior sister wants to kill me and silence me!"

"Qing Huan! Ride me! Now!" Xiang He stood confidently in front of Wen Ling.

The latter's face was very dark, especially the junior's weird expression.

"go out!"

Her voice was so cold that Xianghe was stunned: "You..."

"I'll let you out!"

"Okay..." Xiang He's eyes turned red and he turned around and ran away without looking back.

When it was almost dinner time, she didn't come back. Wen Ling was a little anxious waiting, but she just sat in the room without looking.

"Crack..."

There was a sound of the door opening, and she stood up quickly, but the person who came was Yao Yun.

"What are you doing here so late?"

Seeing that Xiang He was not back, Wen Ling sat back in her chair.

"Are you looking for a light?"

Yao Yun said holding a large lantern that looked like a water tank.

"Put a light on? What kind of light?"

"Today is a feast of water. At this time, we have to put out lights for our mounts and pets to bring good luck to them..."

"Don't tell me you forgot?"

"!!!"

Yao Yun: "Emperor Wen Da, have you really forgotten?"

Wen Ling: "..."