Pursuing Immortality

? New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve.

Baicheng is brightly lit, the streets are deserted, and the excitement is all contained inside.

The urban area is fairly reserved, and the surrounding towns are extraordinarily hustle and bustle, as if back to the time when the children were running around in the snow in new cotton jackets seven or eighty years ago.

Fireworks rose into the sky, changing the colorful scenery.

The huge Phoenix Square has been closed and the business is closed. Only the two round dragon eyes are hanging in the air, showing a pale light.

The main square under Fenghuang Mountain is also empty, and the wooden doors of the houses on both sides are locked. Even the disciples on duty are not arranged.

There have been three generations of masters here, and now the head is Xi Jun. He was the owner of the company, had strong management skills, was good at buying people, and was the first disciple, so he quickly established himself.

In previous years, the martial arts across the country were laying off staff. Under the auspices of You Yu and Xi Jun, Fenghuangshan took the opportunity to reform and regain its vitality. It can fight for another 500 years.

At this moment, the whole mountain should be gathered together to celebrate the Spring Festival.

There is no moon tonight, the north wind is biting, the cold night sky is covering the wild, the lights in the mountains are like the only existence in this mang, the ancients are secretive and extremely warm.

A gust of wind blew through, and a faint cloud of smoke rose at the foot of the mountain. The cloud of smoke lifted a lighter shadow, standing alone on the square, looking up.

He watched for a long time, Fang lifted his feet and walked forward, the French array opened slightly, and welcomed the long-lost host to return.

Passing the tumbling smoke, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the square inside corresponded to the outside, becoming more and more simple and simple. The river around the mountain flows slowly, and a sky bridge is set up in the air, leading directly to the mountainside.

There are lights everywhere, red, festive, lanterns hung in every corner, reflecting the winding trails.

Miscellaneous room, practice ground, Indus garden, Xuantian hall, Yingyuan hall ... Fruit forest in the front, tea garden in the back, paddy fields in the east, the beast garden in the west, the Fulu workshop in the north, and the wine cellar still Bursts of fragrance.

Everyone gathered in the main hall to celebrate, even with their relatives and family members. Xi Jun was sitting in the middle, exquisite in all directions, and the words were heated, cheering one after another.

Of course, there are always some guys. Lao Shui hid with Yan Han and Li Dong in the courtyard of Houshan, and drank a few dishes and drank.

All old ...

Gu Yan walked through every place of Fenghuang Mountain, and finally passed through Taolin to Neishan.

The inner mountain is still the same, the crossing river surrounds the isolated island, the north is Qingxinlu, the courtyard is still, and the gourd vine that was planted in the year is still outside the window.

He didn't have much emotion, but only went under the old tree.

"Old friend!"

Gu Yan reached out his palm and pressed it on the rough trunk to communicate with his thoughts. After a while, he shook his head and sighed, "Aren't you willing to follow me?"

"rustle!"

"Okay, okay, I see."

"Then, good-bye."

…………

Late at night, Fang's.

Uncle Fang added another fire, and the hot air was still warm. Young people have long been obsolete, but the old man is particular about hard sleep, and there is a spring festival show on the TV.

The two children were already asleep, head to head crooked on the cymbals, covered with a thin quilt, and snoring slightly.

Fang Qing accompanied her parents to gossip, and the rest sat at the dinner table to chat. The table was filled with eight dishes and eight bowls of leftover cold rice, and the dumplings were lumped together.

"Now it is obviously a deformed society. Some areas are developing rapidly and some areas are stagnating. In the past, mobile phones have been changed for a few years. Now it seems to have reached the end of development. If this continues, I am really afraid that technology is dead."

"Many people have recently saved the country by cultivating the truth, and they have integrated the magical instruments with the needs of life. In fact, the country has been doing it for a long time, but the people do n’t know. Either solve the problem of the popularization of product applications, or else talk about the wrong country and be a sinner! "

"Hey, do n’t overdo it. Social transformation does not happen overnight, especially this new thing is still developing, it is developing, new changes are replacing the old ones, old problems are not resolved, new problems are emerging again. But do n’t worry, there will be sooner or later A clear policy concept. "

Several of them are cultural people, and they talk about things in a quizzical manner. Fang Qing inserts a sentence from time to time, asks his parents in dialect where to go to the New Year tomorrow, and changes easily.

After chatting for a while, she was going to the ground to boil some water, and suddenly paused, "Hey, it seems someone knocks on the door?"

Listening to your ears, sure enough, there was a thumping clatter from the door.

"Who's in the middle of the night?"

Fang Qing put on a piece of clothes, Trixo ran out, and opened the door bolt, revealing an already strange face.

"brother?"

She didn't dare to recognize it at first, but it was only a few seconds later, and she was surprised and happy: "Why are you here?"

"What's Chinese New Year, come to see you for a long time, everyone is there?"

"Well, everyone is back this year. Look at the house by the way."

"You want to buy a house?"

"No, I will retire in a few years. I want to move back and plan to build one myself."

Said, the two entered the back room.

boom!

Huh!

"what!"

The sounds of various collisions, shatters, and exclaimed sounded one after another. This group of people is not low in social status. Naturally, they have seen photos of some people, and they were excited and panicked.

The two children were also awakened, rubbing their eyes and looking aggressive.

Uncle Fang and Fang Yan escaped from sleepiness, squinting and identifying for a while, then said, "Oh, Xiao, when are you coming back?"

"Do you remember coming back? I can tell you, I'll scan your house in three days and two ends. You can't do this kind of love."

"Yes, all blame me, too busy too busy!"

Gu Yan nodded and smiled, greeted everyone, and then looked up at him, "This is ..."

"You came back just right, or you can't see it yet."

Fang Qing pulled two children and laughed, "My grandchildren, six and four."

"Okay, you are a grandma!"

Gu Yan was also very frightened, he touched his body, took out two pieces of jade and put them on the children, "Come, even if ... hey, what generation am I?"

"Grandpa!"

"Oh yes, this is a gift for you, keep it well."

"Thank you Grandpa!"

The two children are inexplicable, where a guy who comes up with an oily noodle will become a grandfather, and they will have two pieces of jade!

It was not polite to come here, but he put his **** on the edge of the pimple. Those people were very restrained and didn't dare to speak. Only Fang's three had no fluctuations.

"Have you gone to the old house?"

"Just now, everything is fine, thank you elder."

"Thank you for telling us ... hey, have you eaten yet? Some dumplings."

"Cabbage and pork?"

"Sure!"

"Oh, there's a bowl."

"I'm going hot."

Fang Qing ran to the kitchen with a plate, and Fang Yan continued to ask, "How many days will you stay here?"

"Uh, I have to leave in a moment, very busy."

"Be busy and have a career. I don't understand anyway. What a long life is immortal, ah, I'm tired after listening."

Huh!

Uncle Fang couldn't help but cursed: "When you have no cultural stuff, you talk about things blindly. People are doing big things, and you are tired when you listen to it. Tired you go to sleep!"

"What's wrong with my culture? You have the culture, you have the culture and you marry me? If you fall asleep, I won't sleep!"

"What's noisy? Noisy for a while, not annoying for decades?"

Fang Qing turned off the fire and came in holding the steaming dumplings. Fang Shufang Fang was like a child being told by his parents, and he kept silent.

Gu Yan smiled, took a bite of dumplings, broke the thin skin, and the juice of the flower blossoms came out, revealing the fat and thin meat filling inside.

"Well, still the taste! I used to eat a large bowl myself, but now I can barely."

He swallowed his stomach in three mouthfuls, and then the topic just said: "You said you want to come back after retirement?"

"In fact, it should have been retired a few years ago, and the school stayed here. This is an extra step. I have almost completed this project, there is no regret, and they are older. I can look after them."

"Well, it's fine. Go to Xi Jun if you have any difficulties. Don't support it yourself."

"That's necessary, don't use it for nothing!"

Fang Qing's tone was cheerful, as if he had changed back to his youth. The little girl with big eyes gave him a bowl of dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork, and by the way played with his computer.

After a while ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The dumplings are gone. Gu Zheng wiped her mouth and got up and said, "Uncle, my son, I should go."

"Leave so fast? Sit down."

"No, I wish Elder Lao a happy Chinese New Year, a healthy body and a long life!"

He performed a junior salute and then left the house.

Fang Qing sent him to the gate. She was inside, he was outside, the door lights were dim, and the alley was dark.

Seeing that the man was moving, Fang Qing suddenly called out, "Brother!"

"What's wrong?" He wiped himself.

"Are you back yet?"

"Ah……"

Gu Yan smiled, waved his hand, and then turned around, he had gone further and further.

(This chapter gives you more hope for the death league ...)