The northern territory of Taixuan, the Great Xia of Shenzhou, the east of Shenjing City, and near the Dao Palace, the heavy snow is still there.

Almost a day of heavy snow fell, covering the entire Youzhou under a silver cover, especially in Shenjing City, the snow was extremely huge, and the white snow covered almost all the buildings.

However, the snow flying all over the sky could not cover the restlessness of the entire Shenjing City. Because the war on the front line began, the entire Daxia people behind were in a state of intertwined excitement and anxiety.

The young country of Daxia, from the vast land of China to Taixuan, has never been smooth sailing, but accompanied by bloody battles after blood.

After every bloody battle, the great country of Daxia will take a big step forward, and at the same time, the people of Daxia will remain high for victory.

Once the war broke out, the entire Daxia entered a completely different state, from high-ranking officials in the temple to peddlers and pawns, all began to serve the war.

On the other hand, in the teahouses and wine shops in countless towns in Daxia, a large number of people gathered with each other, chatting and waiting for the arrival of the daily war report on the front line.

Since Zhao Yu took over Daxia, this country has maintained an extremely terrifying record, that is, he will defeat all enemies, win all battles, and never lose!

The terrifying record gave all the people unlimited confidence. Therefore, the atmosphere in countless restaurants in Shenjing City was not solemn and solemn. Everyone communicated with each other, and they were smiling:

"It is said that each of those ancient immortals is a great cultivator with extraordinary cultivation. This battle is probably not easy."

In a restaurant outside the eastern suburbs of Shenjing City, an old man of a very old grade put down the wine glass in his hand and opened his mouth. At this time, the weather in the north was already quite cold. While the old man was talking, a white smoke flew forward, like a flying sword.

After the old man finished speaking, not far away, a middle-aged man raised his head and drank the wine, and a response came out:

"Old sir, then you underestimate the steel torrent of our Daxia. When I was young, I went to the battlefield. On the battlefield, even the great monks with great cultivation seemed extremely small. Even if these ancient immortals had the power to heaven, they could not make big waves."

"Although that's the case, I'm still a little worried. After all, this time is different from the past. This so-called ancient immortal court is an existence that appears in myths."

After the old man finished his old voice, everyone nodded. Then at the entrance of the restaurant, a figure in a purple robe in the Taoist Palace, after paying, he took a pot of unfinished wine, stood up and pushed open the door and stepped into the snow.

The snow was flying, swaying and swirling, and the figure walked along the snow-covered street to the small yard where he had lived for almost half his life.

After a while, a figure in purple appeared in front of his yard. Then he raised his head and drank the wine in his hand in one sip, held the empty wine pot, and threw it into the snow not far away.

The next breath, the empty wine pot drew an arc and flew into the snow pile not far away, then disappeared.

After doing all this, the middle-aged man smiled on his face, then opened the door and walked in.

As soon as the door was closed, a strong smell of food came directly to her face. Then the smile on the face of the man in purple became stronger, and he opened his mouth and said:

"Madam, what delicious food is now, it's so delicious."

After the words came, a middle-aged woman with a charming figure and apron stuck her head out of the kitchen not far away, and looked at the man in purple who was standing in the snow without an umbrella. She narrowed her eyes and heard a little blame: Gu

"Zhengyang, why don't you hold an umbrella? Look at the snow covering your head now."

"Isn't that great? It's like falling into the snow in the sky. It's also considered a white hair in this life!"

After Chu Zhengyang's joking voice fell, two blush appeared on the middle-aged woman's beautiful face, and then walked out of the kitchen, took two steps at three steps, and walked towards the middle-aged man in purple. While walking, he spoke:

"You know that you are talking nonsense. If you say this, if this white hair is snow, how can you find someone in the world who is hardworking?"

"Madam, what you said is wrong. It's too pessimistic. It's inappropriate."

"I'm not pessimistic, but I won't be fooled by your sweet words like I did when I was young!"

After the words with some arrogant words, the middle-aged woman with extraordinary temperament came to Chu Zhengyang, stretched out her hand, swept off the snow on her shoulders and head for the latter, and at the same time, soft voice came out:

"These days, Yanyan has been clamoring to eat stuffed bamboo shoots. When I went shopping for vegetables earlier today, I happened to see a good braised bamboo shoots, so I bought them directly. I am now in the kitchen. By the way, why did you come back so early today?"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged woman suddenly moved her movements, then she came to Chu Zhengyang's body, and her white nose moved, just like a cat smelling the smell.

The next breath, the middle-aged woman's brows frowned tightly, and a lot of voices were raised, and it sounded directly:

"Okay, Chu Zhengyang, you actually drank secretly. Haven't you stopped drinking for a few days? Even the peach blossom wine given by the old palace master of the Palace, you found a place to buried it. Why? The wineworms in your stomach started to make a fuss today, and you couldn't help but go to drink again?"

There was a little blame in the middle-aged woman's voice, but soon, her words stopped suddenly because Chu Zhengyang in front of her suddenly opened his arms and hugged the middle-aged woman directly in her arms and hugged her tightly.

At this moment, the woman's fair face suddenly turned red, and two red clouds rose on her cheeks, and she said tremblingly:

"Zhengyang, what's going on? Let me go quickly. My daughter should come back now. How bad is it to be seen."

Before he finished speaking, he opened his arms and hugged Chu Zhengyang tightly with his wife, leaned his head against the latter's shoulder, slowly closed his eyes, and murmured:

"Madam, let me hug you for a while."

After Chu Zhengyang's somewhat tired words came out, the middle-aged woman's heart suddenly became soft. Then she raised her hand, gently stroked Chu Zhengyang's back, and said:

"Husband, no matter what happens, I am here, I am there all the time."

This gentle soothing sound rang under the heavy snow and drifted outward, just like singing in the wind. Gradually, snowflakes fell down the sky like tears, dyeing the hair of the two people in the yard white.

Snow and white hair!
Chapter completed!