painting robbery

With the sound of firecrackers, the year is gone, and the spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu.

In this special day of removing the old and bringing forth the new, and family reunion, even the plain snow-covered Palace of Swords adds three points of joy.

The matter of recruiting new disciples was over two months ago. Now many new disciples put on new clothes, swept away the snow, held red talismans, and pasted auspicious Spring Festival couplets on the pillars of the main hall. Strings of firecrackers exploded on the mountain road, and there were two chubby snowmen, squatting on the top of the sky steps, leaning on a long sword, and looking at the people coming down the mountain in a naive manner.

The sound of firecrackers, laughter, lion dance, and fights, large and small sounds spread far and near into the main peak.

On the main peak, Yan Zhenren circled the mountain for a full circle, and finally caught the man who was gnawing his duck neck and playing in the snow.

Yan Zhenren said helplessly: "Master...don't deceive the new disciples just because you didn't show up. Now the whole palace is looking for a senior named Yan, and they want him to preside over the new disciples' New Year's Ceremony. How about teaching martial arts to new disciples?"

The words were justified: "I didn't tell them that I was your senior brother. Why, why don't you allow me to look young and good-looking?"

Yan Zhenren was speechless: "...then you want to teach them martial arts yourself?"

Yan Zhenci looked at Yan Zhenren with an incredible gaze, and said earnestly: "What are you thinking? Is there no one else in the Sword Palace? I want to teach and teach—"

His voice suddenly stopped, and an extremely vague idea flashed through his mind very quickly, but he couldn't catch it at all.

He asked Yan Zhenren a little puzzled: "Do I have any disciples?"

Yan Zhenren was also taken aback: "Probably not, did the uncle accept disciples outside?"

Words are not sure either.

He wondered: Why am I not sure if I have any disciples?I should……

He can't remember.

That is no.

He answered himself: I should have no disciples.

At this point in the conversation between the two, a sword palace master saw Zhenren Yan and hurried forward: "Teacher, we found a place on Duanchen Peak. We dare not be self-confident, so please go and have a look."

The palace master spoke seriously, and there was nothing wrong with his words, so he simply went to Duanchen Peak with Yan Zhenren.

When they arrived at Duanchenfeng, the two saw a very large and luxurious pool located on the top of the peak. The array at the bottom of the pool was actually a black gold jade mine, and the chains on the pool were actually meteoric iron. Even the stones used to build the pool were Only a whole mountain can dig out a piece of "essence in stone", not afraid of cold and heat, not afraid of water and fire, not to mention swords, guns and axes.

Yan Zhenren blurted out: "Prodigal son!"

When he found that his uncle and the palace master were looking at him, he forced himself to suppress the pain in his heart, and said to the palace master: "I don't know the origin of this pool. I think some senior took the sword palace treasury and built it." This thing."

He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "It's just too wasteful... After the New Year is over, you quickly dismantle it, and transport even a stone on it back to the warehouse for safe storage, understand?"

The hall master also felt the pain and couldn't breathe.The sword in his hand is almost a little bit of meteorite from the sky, and he can go to another level...

No, no, no more thoughts.

He nodded heavily and responded to Yan Zhenren's order!

Master Yan, who came in a hurry, left in a hurry, the new year is approaching, after all, there are many things to do, even if the headmaster of the Sword Palace is old, he will never be free for a moment.

After they left, Yan Zhenci still stayed here.

He paced to the side of the pool and tapped the poolside chain with his foot.

An invisible power penetrated into the chain from the ground, causing the sound of the water to splash, and the nine iron cables "clanged" non-stop, and they went straight to the top of the cloud like a coiling snake!

In an instant, words and pillow words have seen the whole pond clearly.

There are barbs at the ends of the nine chains, which are used for closing the locks in nine layers; the array at the bottom of the pool has eighteen nodes, which are used for collecting souls from hell.

Containing the soul and locking the soul, branching out the evil law, and having peace with the heavens, it was not my sword palace's handwriting... He frowned and thought to himself.

In addition, although the materials used for this pool are expensive, the traces of the iron forging are still fresh, so it can be seen that its construction has not been completed for at least a year.

Doesn't the head have any impression of the strange things that happened in a year?

He thought for a moment, and finally convinced himself:

After all, there are too many things in this year, and I can understand the occasional negligence.

When everything was arranged properly, New Year's Eve finally came.

The new disciples belong to the new disciples, the old disciples belong to the old disciples, and Yan Zhenren invites the elders who are still in the Sword Palace to speak together, set up a table in the other hall of Jietian Temple, and have a happy reunion. Lively ate the New Year's Eve dinner.

After three rounds of wine, five tastes of food, the candlelight made people's faces hot and dizzy.

Yan Zhenci was dazed by the wine, shaken by the fire, his eyes were blushing, and his interest was suddenly high. He held the chopsticks and vegetables, and smiled to the people around him: "Come, try this, it is beautifully made and tastes good."

People around him ordered food with chopsticks in distaste: Is this also beautiful?really beautiful--

A flattered voice sounded: "Thank you, Master Uncle!"

Word pillow word suddenly sober.

The deep and shallow crimson disappeared with his imaginary figure.

And he didn't even see the other's face.

He was inexplicably lost, and immediately raised his glass to cover up his inexplicable emotions.It happened that there was a drinking order on the table, so he looked outside the room and chanted casually:

"It's another year of snowfall..."

New snow falls, new snow falls.

Xinxueluo makes everyone feel desolate.

Words suddenly stopped.

He didn't say the words full of loneliness, but all the joy and joy in his heart disappeared in this unexpected word.

Yan Zhenci was silent for a moment, put down his wine glass, and stepped out.

One moment he was still in Jietian Palace, the next moment he was standing among the mountains of the Sword Palace.

The night is just right, the wind is blowing and the snow is white, and there is no one in the empty mountain.

He paced slowly in the mountains.

The wind and snow caressed his brows and his hair.

There is still a little bit of fire in the mountain, and the sound of laughter reaches his ears through the boundless darkness.

The laughing banquet is just the beginning. In this night, they will gather together, talk and laugh until dawn.

In this lively day, Yan Zhenci also wanted the same excitement.

But this is obviously not my excitement.

He thought secretly in his heart.

What is my excitement...

He walks, walks.

The dark night is always beside him, like a shadow.

All the flames and laughter seemed to be separated from him by a layer of film, and he walked alone between the sky and the earth, hanging on each other, feeling lonely and unhappy.

Suddenly the wind blows the bamboo.

He looked up, and found that he had walked in front of the Sword Palace Guest House at some point in time.

There is a fence around the guest courtyard, and there are two houses hidden inside. There is a door half-opened, and the dark light that is much softer than the night is shot out from the door.That dim dark blue, seems to carry a little unspeakable secret, quietly seducing people in front of the fence.

Words did not move.

In the past, the sky heard of Mingyan, but now it is as bright as day.

He succeeded in defeating the evil spirits twice, and saved You Lu from being upside down. He has achieved the name of a human god.

People who are close to God, can't detect the situation in a house in the dark?

There is nothing inside.

With a loss that he didn't understand, he turned around and continued to walk forward.

That's the time!

"Words! Words!"

A hurried cry came from behind.

Yan Zhenci was shocked, turned around suddenly, and blurted out: "Ah—"

A parrot called "Yan Zhen Ci" and flew out of the night with flapping wings.

It was angry, wronged, angry, and at a loss.

But this didn't affect it at all, flying to Yanzhenci, and fanning Yanzhenci's head with its wings: "Yanzhenci, Taoist priest! Taoist priest, Yanzhenci! You left the bird again!"

Words: "..."

He felt fooled deeply, reached out his hand, and grabbed the bold parrot, pinched the parrot's neck with his thumb and forefinger habitually, and secretly commented: Hmm...it's a bit short.

"But there's nothing wrong with being a food reserve..." He said to himself, looked at Jiaojiao, and said lightly, "It's better to feed this bird a little fatter, and then consider steaming, braised in soy sauce, minced garlic, or pickled— "

Jiaojiao, who finally flew in front of Yan Zhenci, did not expect this result at all!

It struggled hard, its feathers flew around, and it couldn't get rid of its cast-iron hand!

Jiaojiao came from this, and cried loudly: "You are not the owner of the bird, you want to eat the bird! You are not the owner of the bird, you are so bad to the bird-master, do you just watch your enemy abuse the bird like this? !"

In the middle of the night, the ear-piercing chirping of birds spread far away.

There are happy year-keepers everywhere, but I am the only one who has to face a bad bird flying from nowhere in the dark.

The words and pillow words are also a little sad.

He sighed, put the bird in his palm, and asked, "Who is your master?"

Jiaojiao was sobbing, and wiped her head with her wings: "I don't know, I don't know, the bird forgot, the bird doesn't remember, the owner of the bird is obviously very kind to the bird, the bird just thinks you are familiar..."

Words: "Coincidentally, I also think you look familiar."

Jiaojiao: "But the bird will get angry when he sees you!"

Words: "Coincidentally, I am not very happy to see you."

One person, one bird, one question and one answer.

At this moment, the thinking of words and pillows flies across thousands of rivers and mountains, and across time and space.

He reached the end, but there was chaos at the end.

In the moonlit night, gentle and silent.

In front of the monastery, Yan Zhenci muttered to himself:

"I think... I'm forgetting something."