The northernmost end of Eurasia.

In the territory of New Siriberia, Russia.

Novosibirsk has abundant hydraulic resources. There are about 430 rivers here, and the largest river, the Ob River, is one of the world's famous rivers.

The Ob River originated from the Altai Glacier and was injected into the Arctic Ocean, with great shipping value. In 1956, people built dams and hydropower stations on the Ob River, not far from the Novosibirsk.

In addition, there is the Inu River, and many villas of Novosibirsk are distributed on both sides of its banks; the picturesque Bertie River: the Tara River, Om River, Calga River, and Karasuk River with relatively gentle water flow. Novosibirsk is also known as "Huzhou". There are thousands of lakes of all sizes and sizes, mainly distributed in the Balabin Lowlands.

A larger gathering place of the Winter Sect is in these villa groups.

Before the Ice Goddess, there was never a female image in the myths about the western part of Novgorod and Christmas.

Since then, the day of snow was born is mentioned in Slavic culture.

"Since the power of the goddess has recovered in the abyss, there have been more believers in our Winter Sect. For the sake of the goddess, missionary activities need to be more frequent. Have leaflets and TV series been arranged?"

"Ten films have been added to promote the Winter Sect, five films about the love of the Ice God, three films about the legend of the Ice God in the God Realm, and two films about the development history of the believers of the Ice God."

"Okay, very good. These box offices must be sold for the sake of the goddess."

"For the Goddess."

A group of strong men and nuns recently bowed to the sculpture at the forefront of the church.

It was a snow-collar throne with its back against the church. On the throne sculpture was a female ice sculpture whose face was hard to see clearly.

I don’t know if it’s because there are signs of warming up in Yiwu River.

still

The Eternal Ice Sculpture of the Ice and Snow Goddess actually shed a drop of sweat silently.

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In front of the river lamp street.

The trees beside Yiyuan Teahouse Road have turned green.

Mr. Zhu brewed a pot of new tea, which he specially went into the mountain a few days ago to pick new leaves containing spiritual energy. He just took a little new leaves and would not hurt the origin of the tree.

He also understands this.

Only then did I carry a basket to search for materials in the mountains. Moreover, the spring scenery has appeared now, so it is suitable to draw some lake and mountain scenery with a stroke.

When Andao came far away, it was just a moment when the tea fragrance was overflowing. Mr. Zhu sat in front of the canvas and painted a mountain view. Now, the mountains are in full swing, but the specific details are still available.

"How come you have the leisure and elegant feeling to come here this time?"

Mr. Zhu asked leisurely before he turned around.

Andaoyuan sat upright at the table and stool with a smile, then picked up the teapot and poured a cup.

Just like needles of pine trees, when boiling water is brewed, the heat will turn around the edge of the bowl, then rise from the center of the bowl, about two feet high, and then turn a circle in the air and turn into a white hibiscus flower. After a while, the white hibiscus will slowly rise and turn into a cloud of mist, and finally dissipate into a ray of heat and float.

Suddenly, the elegant fragrance filled the Zen room.

"What do you think about it when you talk about it?"

"Yes, wait until I finish drawing this painting."

Andaoyuan poured tea while casually reading the albums collected by Mr. Zhu. Some were published works, while others were lonely books from Yiyuan Teahouse.

Time passes slowly.

Just like the fallen leaves in the middle of the hyacinth, they start to turn yellow in autumn and not until spring.

He was not anxious, and Mr. Zhu painted very slowly. However, occasionally when a customer came here, he would gently put down the pen in his hand and then go to the front desk to receive it.

"Aren't you going to hire a front desk?"

Andoyuan asked with a smile, remembering that during the New Year, the people who were entertained by Ota Shrine were all used to make moves, and the lazy god never did it himself.

But he only got a specious answer from Mr. Zhu: "The flowers bloom until they are in full bloom, and the worldly relationship is over, and the fate is not resolved."

"Agree with the old monk?"

"No, I just don't want to make connections. I practice Buddhism. When the old monk was alive, he practiced great success. After he slept, I did not save people. It was time to save myself, so I fell into Hinayana."

Mr. Zhu said this.

I saw another guest coming at the entrance of the teahouse, so I naturally greeted him. He was a middle-aged beauty who was still full of charm.

"Miss Sakurako, two liang of spring tea, I've prepared it for you."

"Zhu, you are still so young. Maybe in twenty years, I will be old, and you will still be like what I remember."

Mr. Zhu lowered his head and weighed the amount of spring tea, then put the tea in a wooden cylinder, and then handed it to her with a smile.

"Miss Sakurazi, monks don't lie, you are as beautiful as you were twenty years ago."

"That's right. I confessed to you twenty years ago, but I was laughed at by them for a long time. Now, I actually envied myself."

Sakurako took the spring tea he handed over, saw the milk tea box placed there, and said with interest:

"Zhu, do you still sell milk tea now?"

"The times are progressing, and I need to make progress too. Otherwise, my small teahouse will not be able to continue."

Mr. Taken can't help but feel a little Zen when speaking, but compared with the monks in Sensoji Temple, he is much more lifelike.

"Then I'll leave. After drinking this tea, I'll come here to buy it."

Miss Sakurako waved her hand, looking particularly elegant.

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"Why did you come to me today?"

Mr. Zhu finally finished painting this painting. He always felt that something was missing in the painting. Until he finally pointed two strokes at the foot of the mountain and painted the silhouette of a beauty.

at this time.

A temple on the mountain.

A beauty at the foot of the mountain raised her umbrella.

There is rain made of black hair in the mountains.

There is hazy mist in the distance.

"It's just something, I want to discuss it with you."

Andaoyuan set up the chessboard and pushed the black piece box into the counter.

Mr. Zhu did not give in, but smiled and Zhihei took the lead.

With a snap.

It was on the crisp stone chessboard with a clear sound.

"What about now?"

"Suddenly I felt nothing was wrong, I just felt something."

Andaoyuan's words were gentle and his chess path was upright. When one piece fell, he was connected in one breath. The black and white dragons formed an interlaced battle on the chessboard.

"What do you think, Mr. An just said it's okay."

"At this time, flowers are already blooming in the mountains, and shadows are still in the mountains. Mr. Zhu, are you the elegant guest in the mountain?"

Words fall, chess fall.

"Bamboo is unintentional, so what's the difference between the mountain and the mountain?"

Andao is rare, and he won half of his son from Mr. Zhu.
Chapter completed!