Moonlight and wind

The New Year's Day is approaching, and the Xueying Hall is filled with a festive atmosphere as everyone is busy preparing to celebrate the New Year's Day.

The happiest person among them was the young master Shan Zijing! Every year at this time, she would pester Shan Zimo to take her to the town at the foot of the mountain to play, and this year was no exception. Moreover, she felt that her brother was more friendly now than in previous years.

That day, Shan Zimo brought her to the tea shop in the town. Now, the appeal of this milk tea has far exceeded that of candied haws!

After drinking a lot of wine, Dan Zijing followed her brother to the town's market, where a bustling crowd was busy doing business. The most lively of all was naturally the martial arts competition!

Shan Zimo carried Shan Zijing on his shoulders and squeezed into the crowd, close to the deafening drumbeats of the arena, it was so lively! Although this small arena was not as good as the one in Wudu, there was no tea or spectators, and it mainly made a living by betting, and everyone was shouting and yelling, which made it even more lively.

Just as Dan Zimo was trying to squeeze forward to watch the fun, he was suddenly patted on the back by someone. Dan Zimo turned around abruptly and a big face covered with pockmarks appeared in front of him.

"Young Master, do you want to play?" His mouth full of broken sesame-sized teeth looked shabby. Ma Zifeng looked at Shan Zimo with a flattering expression.

"No need to play," Shan Zimo looked at him with interest, "Are you the Ma Zifeng who was beaten by He Lingxiao?" "Yes, that's me!" Ma Zifeng no longer had the arrogant and domineering aura he had before, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Are your injuries healed?" "Thanks to the young master, they are all healed!" "Is this the stall you opened?" "Yes, yes, yes, young master, please take care of my business."

"A good comrade is one who turns over a new leaf! Strive to become bigger and stronger, and create greater glory!" "Well, it's enough to just make a living!"

"It's quite interesting!" Shan Zimo looked at the former gangster in front of him with a playful smile, and saw his current appearance.

"I'm afraid there might be a reversal?" Shan Zimo thought to himself, "I still need to be more careful with this person!" "Business is booming! Business is booming!" He took out a piece of silver and placed it on the stage before leaving.

"Send someone to keep an eye on him!" Shan Zimo left the crowd and whispered to Shan Boyu. Shan Boyu nodded and said, "I'll arrange it when I get back!"

"Shall we go back?" Shan Zimo shook Shan Zijing on his shoulder. "Brother, go!" Shan Zijing pulled Shan Zimo's ears and moved her short legs around in front of his chest.

"Hold on tight!" Shan Zimo grabbed her plump calves and ran to the foot of the mountain.

As the New Year's Day approaches, fewer martial artists come to challenge, and the foot of the mountain seems a little deserted. A hunchbacked old man is leaning against a stone lion to bask in the sun, squinting his eyes, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, and his whole body curled up, looking even more hunchbacked.

"Master!" Shan Zimo carried Shan Zijing to the hunchbacked old man, put her down, and sat down next to the stone lion.

"Young master, you are joking. How can an old man like me who feeds horses be considered a master?" The hunchbacked old man put his hands into his sleeves again.

Shan Zimo then realized that in Xueying Hall, except for the hall master's wife and the young master who wore thicker clothes, everyone else wore thin robes, while this old man wore the cotton coat and trousers of ordinary people, which were quite thick.

"Could it be that he really has no martial power?" Shan Zimo thought, "I'm afraid I've watched too many TV dramas and thought he was just a sweeping monk!" After sitting for a while, Shan Zijing clamored to go up the mountain. After saying goodbye to the old man, the three of them ran up the mountain.

The one guarding the four mountain gates today was the second disciple Zi Yun. He was holding a knife in both hands, standing in the middle of the mountain gate. When he saw the three men running over, he didn't dare to joke.

But these three people surrounded him, tickling him, making faces at him, and played around for a while before letting Ziyun go and heading towards Xue Ji Palace.

Seeing that it was still early, after sending Shan Zijing back to Yuehua Palace, the two came to Jingmi Pavilion. Since he understood the essence of meditation and breathing, Shan Zimo even liked this place.

Ever since that day when Immortal Doctor Qingyi sensed that there was uninternalized hostility in Shan Zimo's body, Shan Zimo internalized the hostility by meditating and regulating his breathing.

When he entered to meditate, in addition to seeing the blue glowing essence flowing in his body, he also sensed the existence of that extremely unstable energy.

The restless energy shuttled through his meridians, difficult to control. While regulating his breathing, the condensed internal force was constantly absorbing the scattered essence, and at the same time, it was playing a game with the evil spirit.

It was a contest between two forces. Fortunately, there was not much hostility in Shan Zimo's body, and it only affected his mind a little bit. The powerful internal force swallowed up the hostility, and Shan Zimo also felt changes in his body. It was a feeling of being purified.

After meditating and regulating his breathing, Shan Zimo slowly opened his eyes, and a bright blue light flashed across his eyes.

Feeling refreshed, Shan Zimo took Shan Boyu back to Longyin Garden. It was already dark and the lights in Xueying Hall were on. Every time Shan Zimo looked out from the railing, he felt like he was in a fairyland.

Shan Boyu asked the kitchen to prepare some side dishes. Shan Zimo sat in the courtyard, looking at the bright full moon. He felt a little homesick. He didn't know what Shen Lingfeng was like in his world. He wanted to play games, miss his friends, and miss Qin Yumeng.

When he thought of Qin Yumeng, the image of Qu Xuanyue flashed through his mind. "Shen Lingfeng, wake up, she is not Qin Yumeng!" Shan Zimo shook his head, waved his hand and removed the food. Then he soaked in the extremely cold water in the large vat for two hours before returning to the wing room to rest.

The next day was the annual New Year's Day. The disciples got up early and came to the platform in front of Xue Ji Hall. They kowtowed to the hall master and his wife, and received brocade bags containing small gold ingots for good luck.

Today, all disciples can arrange their affairs freely, and everyone is celebrating the New Year's Day happily.

"I heard that the New Year's Day in Wudu is very lively. Is that true?" a Hanyu disciple asked another disciple from Wudu.

"Of course! Especially the lantern festival at night is so lively. When I was a child, every New Year's Eve, I would follow my father to watch the lantern festival. There were also big arena competitions, and people even held martial arts competitions to win a bride!" Hearing the conversations of his disciples, Shan Zimo felt a little itchy, and he also wanted to see the New Year's Day activities in Wudu.

"Are you going or not?" Shan Zimo pulled Shan Boyu aside and asked softly. "Where to?" "Wudu!" "That's not good!" Shan Boyu was a little embarrassed, after all, he had to get approval from the hall master Shan Tianxiang before he could go down the mountain.

"Wudu is close, and it will be night when we get there. After watching the lantern festival, we will rush back. We will definitely be in the sect tomorrow morning and will not be discovered!"

As he said that, he pulled Shan Boyu out, and Shan Boyu reluctantly followed Shan Zimo down the mountain. When they reached the foot of the mountain, he handed the small brocade bag he had just received to the hunchbacked old man, and rode his horse towards Wudu.

The hunchbacked old man weighed the small brocade bag, smiled slightly, put it into his coarse cotton jacket, and disappeared into the stable.