The long river of time rushes by.

Time flies, spring passes and autumn comes.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed by.

This year, more than two thousand days and nights have passed since Wang Zhengsheng and the Seven Immortals met in martial arts.

Therefore, no matter how huge the waves are, no matter how uproarous the changes are, they have also turned into underlying sediments in the erosion of time.

For many practitioners, ten years may be just a retreat, passing by in the blink of an eye.

But for the tens of thousands of people who have left the road, ten years is enough for the gangsters who played in the fields to grow up and shoulder the burden of family; it is enough for the little girl with a goat's horn whip and a runny nose to stand tall and graceful.

The porter is graceful and graceful; his temples are white and his body is stooped...

In short, to this day, very few people in Lidao One Hundred and Eight Prefectures mention what happened back then.

Only when I'm going to the market can I occasionally hear the storyteller under the overpass swaying and expressing his passion.

It took ten years for Jiangnan to completely integrate into the palace.

When it is mentioned again, most people think of no longer the genius monk who came out of nowhere to suppress the five directions, but the main hall of heaven, which is one of the three halls and sits high above.

As for Li Gong, apart from the terrifying commotion caused by His Majesty's reintegration of the Taoist tradition after the Seven Immortals Martial Arts Contest, the next ten years were peaceful and uneventful.

This behemoth that ruled the 108 states of Lidao finally got back on track after experiencing several turmoils.

No rush, no slowness.

As for the Lord of Tianque Wufang Mansion under the jurisdiction of the Tian Palace, it was indeed as many powerful officials had guessed - after that snowy winter, he obeyed the instructions of the newly appointed Tian Palace and never dared to disobey him from the beginning to the end.

This day, it snowed heavily again.

Tianque North City, Wutong Lane.

Originally, Wutong Lane was just an inconspicuous street in North City, with no more than a hundred households on both sides, making it cold and quiet.

But I don't know when, some strange faces began to appear frequently in this street.

At first, the neighbors were a little worried, but as time passed, they found that these were just faces and movements passing by in a hurry and nothing unusual, so they felt relieved.

After all, this place is the hinterland of the Li Palace. In Tianque City, let alone murderous bandits, even unscrupulous thieves rarely appear.

What didn't catch their attention was that deep in Wutong Lane, in a classical mansion, a family of three moved in and settled here at some point.

Because in Tianque City, moving back and forth is normal and no one cares about it.

Because of this, they also didn't know that the final destination of those unfamiliar faces was this quaint mansion.

On this day, the snow just stopped.

The snow that fell all night covered the entire street with new clothes. The snow was more than a foot deep, so deep that even an adult would have submerged his or her calves.

Until noon, few people went out for a walk.

But such a snowy scene makes many children overjoyed.

In the silver-white snow, groups of little ones in Wutong Lane cheered and laughed, leaving many messy and lively footprints on the snow.

Amidst the laughter and laughter, it is full of childishness.

At the end of the alley, Chen's house.

The owner of this house moved to Tianque City ten years ago, and it was inconspicuous among hundreds of households.

At this moment, a couple with gray temples were sitting at the stone table in front of the courtyard, holding hands, with some silver hair flying in the snowy wind, and two pairs of calm and serene eyes, looking at the children playing outside the door.

them.

The woman couldn't help but reveal a smile in the corner of her eyes, and sighed, "Weixuan, it's been ten years in the blink of an eye..."

"Yes, Xiao Yue'er can run and jump too."

The man also smiled slightly and said, "That girl who only knows how to cry has grown up..."

The identities revealed in the words were none other than the Chen couple who were brought back from Wuzhou by Liumu Biyan.

In the beginning, their family of three lived in the Zhengwei Palace on the Tiandian Floating Island.

However, because the couple could never adapt to the solemn and slightly harsh atmosphere of Tiandian, after discussing with Jiangnan, they moved to Wutong Lane in Tianque North City and settled down.

"Yesterday I bought two fur coats and three pairs of embroidered shoes for Xiao Yue'er. I will wait for her to come back later and let her put them on for us to see..."

Mrs. Chu's face was filled with joy and she kept talking, "That girl is just growing tall. If you don't pay attention, you won't be able to wear the clothes you used to wear..."

"Madam, it's time."

But before she finished speaking, Chen Weixuan interrupted her and looked up at the sky, "When you went to the market in the morning, the crown prince came down and passed by."

Mrs. Chu's face suddenly stiffened, "Your Majesty... what did you say?"

Chen Weixuan shook his head, "Your Majesty said, that person... is about to leave seclusion, and Xiao Yue'er should also embark on the path of spiritual practice. I'm afraid she won't be able to live in Wutong Lane in the future."

After a pause, he let out a long sigh, "The baby bird will eventually fly to the sky..."

After a long time, Mrs. Chu sighed, "Weixuan, that's enough - ten years, we watched Xiao Yue'er grow up, that's enough. Besides, even if she really embarks on the path of cultivation, it's not like she can't come back.

It’s just that you can’t live next to us.”

But as she spoke, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

——When their children are about to leave, which parent can be completely willing to let go?

But Chen Weixuan and his wife know that their daughter is not just their own daughter.

She is an extremely important existence to the entire palace.

And just when the couple was sad about the upcoming separation, "Xiao Yue'er", who they thought about deeply, didn't have any sadness at all.

Across the street from Chen's house, in the snow, several young-looking children were playing.

The leader was a boy of about 12 or 13 years old. He was walking at the front wearing a big coat and carrying a straight wooden stick in his hand. He looked quite mighty. He looked like a group of children.

The head of the child.

Behind him were three slightly younger children, each of them pretending to be an adult and following the leader boy around in the snow.

At the very end of the team was a little girl with the shortest stature. She looked around and looked like a guard patrolling the streets.

"stop!"

The boy suddenly pointed at a snowman made by an unknown person in the snow, and shouted immaturely, "This man is a thief who transports and steals jewelry, catch him quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, the little guys swarmed up and fell on the snowman with a few clatters!

"Don't run!"

"Got you!"

"Hurry up and catch us!"

"..."

The joyful sounds of play echoed in the snow, and the little guys' catch-and-play game ended with the collapse of the poor snowman.

After having enough trouble, several children lay panting in the snow, facing the sky.

"Let me tell you, my uncle was like this when he caught thieves last year. He was so majestic!" The oldest boy held the wooden stick tightly in his hand and swung it towards the sky like a sword, with a look on his face.

The color of pride.

"Brother Song Yuan's uncle... is an errand?" After the words fell, another boy who looked slightly younger looked envious and said, "That's a big shot! If you don't like my uncle, he can only drink and play cards...

…”

"Of course!" Song Yuan was suddenly put off talking, and he patted his chest and promised, "If someone bullies you in the future, just tell me and I will ask my uncle to catch him!"

"I know a big shot too!" At this time, a little girl with short hair in the team who refused to admit defeat said, "My grandpa knows Lord Shiroe!"

"That's because your father knows him, not you."

Song Yuan shook his head, then turned to look at the youngest girl in the team, "Where is Xiao Yue'er?"

So, all the little ones looked at the last little girl with braids, red lips and white teeth, pink and jade.

The latter clenched his fists, and after a pause, he pointed at a distant shadow in the sky, "Yue'er has a little uncle who seems to be from there."

——That is, the direction of the Heavenly Palace.

After the words fell, many children were stunned.

Then, he laughed out loud!

"Xiao Yue'er, it's wrong to lie!" The short-haired girl slowly shook her head, "I heard from my father that the people living there are immortals, whom we will never see in our lifetime!"

"That's right, I've been to Xiao Yue'er's house - there are only three people in the family. This little uncle is fake!" Another little boy also shook his head.

"Xiao Yue'er, coming from the sky is a bit exaggerated." Song Yuan, the oldest, looked serious, "If you want to brag again, we won't play with you anymore!"

Facing the doubts of her friends, Xiao Yue'er clenched her fists, bit her lip, and said anxiously, "It's true! Yue'er didn't lie! My mother also said that Yue'er also came down from the sky before!"

"I don't believe it, unless you let us meet your little uncle." The child became more enthusiastic, but he did not admit defeat at all. Song Yuan looked at Xiaoyue'er with burning eyes, "Otherwise, you are lying!

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To be continued...