On the last day of the 1011 years in the Chinese calendar, many practitioners in Kyushu returned to reunite with their families.
Even in such a remote place as Shoumu Village, with the arrival of the night, there is an atmosphere of an annual banquet.
Ye Futian and his party will spend the end of the year in this remote village this year. At this time, the quiet village seems to be a bit lively, and every household is preparing for the annual banquet.
In a family in the village, there was a scent of vegetables spreading out, and Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu walked to the door and smiled and said, "It smells so good."
"Ya, what did Zhang Shu and Aunt Zhang make delicious?" Ye Futian looked at the girl at the door and smiled.
"Give you to death." Yaya gave Ye Futian a white look, then stepped forward and took Hua Jieyu's hand and said: "Sister, my parents have made you a lot of delicious food."
"Well, it's delicious when you smell it." Hua Jieyu smiled and said. Since this time, they have also become familiar with the village, especially Yaya's parents, who have long been familiar with each other.
The relationship between Yaya and Jieyu has become more intimate, just like real sisters, and now they will not be able to deal with Ye Futian and Yu Shengzhen at every turn. Of course, bickering is inevitable.
The three of them walked into the room and saw that a sumptuous dinner had been prepared on the table. A middle-aged man with a little rough skin was sitting there waiting, and a woman was busy serving food next to him.
"Uncle Zhang." Ye Futian shouted with a smile, while Hua Jieyu stepped forward and said: "Aunt Zhang, I'll help you."
"No, don't get your hands dirty." Aunt Zhang said with a smile, how willing to let Hua Jieyu, a fairy-like beauty, do this rough work.
Zhang Shu and Aunt Zhang are ordinary people, although they also practice, but they are only the most basic practice, not even a destiny practitioner, so they will show old attitude.
Yaya lives in a village, and she is young and doesn't understand many things, but how could Ye Futian not understand it? How could Zhang Shu and Aunt Zhang give birth to such a congenital evildoer like Yaya.
"Uncle Zhang, your complexion is better again." Ye Futian said with a smile.
"It should be the pill you gave last time that worked. The effect of the pill is really amazing. I feel like the meridians in my body have been transformed. Futian, thank you for speaking of it." Zhang Shu said with a smile. , That pill is Huang's. It can consolidate one's roots and improve physical fitness. Although it is not a very precious pill, it is enough for Zhang Shu and Auntie Zhang.
"Uncle Zhang, you will be out of sight." Ye Futian smiled and said, "After all, I am also her brother."
"Don't talk nonsense, when did I admit it?" Yaya pouted and looked at Ye Futian.
"You don't admit it after so long?" Ye Futian looked at Yaya and smiled.
"Forgot." Yaya moved her head away.
"You girl." Uncle Zhang knocked on her head and said: "Futian is your blessing when your brother is your brother. You can still suffer."
"Father, you help him too." Yaya said aggrievedly.
"Your father is talking about Li'er, and only if your girl is lucky, it will fall on you." Aunt Zhang also smiled. These days, Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu are naturally looking at Yaya. In the eyes, she really loves this girl as her sister.
It happened that this girl was not sensible yet, so she still refused to recognize this brother.
Yaya pouting her mouth, who is this
"Futian, don't be the same as this girl, since I was spoiled by the village chief and villagers." Aunt Zhang said.
"No, it's pretty cute." Ye Futian smiled carelessly: "Aunt Zhang, the village head and the villagers, are they very pets?"
"I'm so spoiled, who is older than her, who doesn't protect her and treat her like a baby." Aunt Zhang smiled happily.
"Yeah." Ye Futian nodded: "This girl is so naughty. For fifteen years, hasn't it been a problem for Zhang Shu and Aunt Zhang?"
"You just added a blockage." Yaya said uncomfortably next to her.
"That's natural, this girl is naughty, but fortunately, the village chief helped to let people in the village take care of this girl since childhood, so this girl has a good life." Aunt Zhang smiled very sincerely, and Ye Futian was always there. Observing Aunt Zhang, smiled and nodded.
"Come on, the dishes are cold, Futian, Jieyu, eat quickly." Uncle Zhang pointed to a table of dishes.
"Well, okay, talk while eating." Ye Futian nodded, and asked a few questions intentionally or unintentionally at the dinner table. The black gradually became darker. After dinner, Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu left and walked out of the house.
Yaya walked out to send them off, Hua Jieyu smiled and said, "Yaya, go back."
Yaya nodded and said, "I watched you go."
"Okay." Hua Jieyu and Ye Futian turned and left. For a moment, a faint voice came from behind: "Brother."
Ye Futian stagnated, turned his head, and saw a figure returning to the room like lightning, closing the door.
"Is this girl still shy?" Ye Futian showed a bright smile in his eyes, and smiled: "I heard it."
As she said, she took Hua Jieyu's hand, and the two left with a smile.
"How is it?" Hua Jieyu asked Ye Futian Voice Transmission.
"Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang's words seem to be from the heart, not like lying. Looking at Yaya's attitude, it should be fine for the village chief and people in the village to treat her very well." Ye Futian responded: " It’s just that I still don’t understand. Why listen to Aunt Zhang’s words, as if Ya-Ya was born to her, but this is impossible!"
The idea of Da Zizheng is mysterious and abnormal. The two people's cultivation level is very low, and it is impossible to deceive his feelings. He is not deliberately trying to observe Zhang Shu and Aunt Zhang, but before he makes a decision, of course, he hopes to figure it out. Things, but now, they are more blurred.
"Everyone is still waiting for us, don't think about it." Hua Jieyu smiled.
"Yeah." Ye Futian nodded, and the two came to a place. A group of people in front of them were sitting together. They were all people from the deserted state.
It's rare that everyone hasn't practiced, after all, there is only such a day in a year, so it's good to get together to chat.
But this time there were fewer people around them. After all, this time out of the barren state was a journey through experience, and some family members had never been with them.
"Here." When everyone saw Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu coming over, they gave up two positions.
Ye Futian and the two sat down, sitting around with the others, a fire was burning in the middle, and a fragrance spread out. It was the smell of barbecue, the direction of the drunken sorrow, and the smell of wine. No matter where this guy walks, If he can make wine, maybe the wine he carries can't be finished at all. God knows how much good wine he hides.
At this time, Xu Que stepped forward, and a dagger appeared in his hand, cutting the barbecue open, and the aroma suddenly became richer. The black wind carving beside him flapped his wings, his eyes gleamed, and his saliva was straight, greedy Lord carving.
"Come on, pour wine for everyone." Zui Qianshou took out a lot of wine glasses and poured them on to the people, and then Xu Que distributed the barbecue. This is the monster they deliberately hunted on the surrounding mountains.
In this case, it feels like an annual banquet anyway.
After all, life still has a sense of ritual.
Ye Futian raised his wine glass and said to the people: "As the palace lord of Taoism, I spent my first year practicing in the temple. At the end of this year, it is so shabby. Among you are my elders and wives. , Brother, stop talking about sensationalism, and do this cup."
With that, Ye Futian drank it all in one shot, and everyone toasted and drank all the wine in the cup.
"If you want to be strong, you should be home from all corners of the world. The way of the world must be lost if you gain something. How can you say it shabbyly." Zhuge Qingfeng said calmly: "Compared with the previous Taoist palace, I am I prefer the atmosphere of the Taoist palace at this moment, what do you think of Xianjun in Vientiane?"
"It's true." Vientiane Xianjun nodded: "The former Dao Palace was a holy land. Although it no longer has the strength of a holy land, it still regards itself as a holy land, and everything is the wind of the holy land. Nowadays, it has a little more scent of fireworks, even more. It's like opening up territory."
Once the hexagram prophecy did not break or stand, that was probably the meaning.
Nowadays, the Lord of the Taoist Palace, Ye Futian, brought people from the barren state to come out, more like going out to open up wasteland and tap potential.
"It's a bit too early to open up territory." Ye Futian smiled and shook his head. Now, their purpose is to practice, to be strong, to give birth to saints, and to fight against other holy places.
"Every step we take is a footprint, maybe we can't feel it in the process, but the accumulation of every step is precious." Dao Sheng said: "Little Junior Brother, in the deserted state, did you ever think What happened when all the disciples in the cottage had become sages?"
Ye Futian was taken aback, looked at the big brother, and then at Zhuge Mingyue, Gu Dongliu, Xueye, Luo Fan, and Yi Xiaoshi.
Except for Senior Sister Xing'er in Zhuge's family, the senior brothers in thatched cottage are all there, as if they were always by their side and never left.
"Yes, before in the Eastern Desolation, the sages are legends." Ye Futian smiled and toasted: "Big Brother, Second Senior Sister, Third Senior Brother... Let's respect the cottage together. One day, the disciples of the cottage are all the same. Saints."
The people in the cottage toasted, Gu Dongliu did not drink directly, but opened the mouth and said: "Little Junior Brother, the teacher's expectations of you may not be limited to Sheng."
"Yeah." Ye Futian looked at the third senior brother and nodded: "I am the same, not only me, but also the disciples of the cottage."
"Heroic." Huang Jiuge said with a smile: "People in the world are always easy to draw a limit for themselves, thinking that a certain height is a legend, insurmountable, maybe it is really insurmountable, and never dare to work harder. Try to break through this height again, so my father once told me that if you walk with the best, people's vision will be different."
The people of Huangzhou all regard the sacred as their legend. Perhaps they think that the sacred is unattainable, but Ye Futian doesn't care that much. Although he is struggling now, he still regards the sacred realm as a process, not an end.
Wanxiang Xianjun looked at a group of vibrant figures in front of him. Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, Ye Wuchen, Hua Jieyu, Huang Jiuge, Gu Dongliu, etc., he seemed to see the future of the barren state.
If he can pass through the most difficult years, perhaps the deserted state will be more prosperous than he imagined.
After all, Kyushu asked that he could win the first place for the rest of his life, so what else is impossible.
Saruhiro and Saruzhan sat beside him silently and did not speak. Occasionally, Saruhiro would cast their eyes on Ye Futian, Sheng
This of course will not be his future, that is the boy who made the Monkey King kneel down.
The group of people drank wine and ate meat, and the sky was completely dark before they knew it, and the light of fire was printed on everyone's faces, and they seemed to be a little bit drunk.
When the wine is not intoxicating, everyone gets drunk. After talking for a long time, the people disperse and return to their residence to rest.
When the sun rises, it will be ten thousand and twelve years in the Chinese calendar.
In the new year, the village is still the same as before, still exceptionally quiet, but as time goes by, more people gradually come to the vicinity of the village, and many people come in groups.
Obviously, the people of Kyushu who learned the news have also begun to come to the tomb village.
On this day, Ye Futian sat in the sun at the door of the hut, looking very leisurely.
Jieyu and Yaya were also not far away. At this time, a group of people came towards this side, and the leader was the winner.
Ye Futian looked up at the other party, and saw that Win had come here, glanced at Yaya, and shouted, "Yaya."
"Brother Ying, why are you here?" Yaya said.
Winning gaze turned and fell on Ye Futian, with a somewhat cold expression, and said: "I have been here for so many days and have nothing to do all day. Do you agree or not?"
These days, Ye Futian has been very leisurely. He never agreed or refused, as if there was nothing like that.
He is waiting.
"Not yet decided." Ye Futian's voice was lazy.
"If you dare not, leave early." Ying said coldly.
Ye Futian looked at each other with a weird expression. How much does he know about this win
"The village chief is looking for you." He said coldly, and Ying turned and left.
"Finally, can't help it anymore." Ye Futian stood up, Yaya stepped forward, and said: "I'll go with you."
"You are here to accompany your sister." Ye Futian rubbed Yaya's head, then lifted his feet and left.
After he left, Vientiane Xianjun and many other people came here, all seemed to be waiting for Ye Futian to return.
It didn't take long for Ye Futian to return, and he glanced at everyone.
"How is it?" Vientiane Xianjun asked, what did the village chief say to Ye Futian
Ye Futian smiled: "I thought I would be a chess player in this game, but it seems that I am more like a chess piece in a game set by others."
Wanxiang Xianjun didn't understand, Hua Jieyu also stepped forward to look at him.
"So, is there a decision?" Vientiane Xianjun asked.
Ye Futian nodded: "Even if it is a chess piece, it must be a piece that can affect the chess game!"