Into the Immortal Cultivation

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Xianmeng Dao calendar, the second one hundred and eleventh year, New Year's Eve.

It was night, Xinyue heavy snow.

The snow on this page is abnormally heavy. Xinyue is located inland, because the mountains and rivers attract water flow, and the Liuyunzong adjusts the climate to become a place with good weather. But from the roots, it is still a continental climate, and there is not much natural precipitation. Xinyue's snow in the past years is the most worthy of the evaluation of "the difference between salt spreading in the air" is far from the "catkin" state. But this year alone, the snow flakes were as big as goose feathers, sticking into clumps in the air and hitting people directly with the north wind.

But in such weather, Wang Qi actually did not stay in Xinyue Xianyuan, but sat in a restaurant outside Xinyue.

There are no years in the mountains. Cultivators on Xinshan Mountain do not value festivals, and mortals at the foot of Xinshan Mountain see things like "year" and "festival" lighter than people from other places. However, mortals are just mortals in the end, and in New Year's Eve, most of the New Year's Eve is to be reunited with the family. It is indeed a miracle that Wang Qi can find a restaurant that is still open on New Year's Eve in the outer city.

This restaurant is not big, but the specifications are not low. At this time, only the owner of the entire restaurant was in charge. By the middle age, the man in charge of the shop had no parents, and his children were working hard, so he did not rush home. After dismissing a second sophomore, I had planned to drink a few glasses of rice wine in my restaurant and went home later, but I never thought that when Wang Qi came to the house, he said he wanted to make bowl noodles at night.

Xinyue Outer City is close to the gathering place of the monks. The shopkeeper is better at observing and appreciating, seeing Wang Qi ’s extraordinary temperament, and walking in such heavy snow but without snow on his body. , Open your own restaurant until New Year's Eve.

The huge pavilion had only one person. Wang Qi was waiting for too much to appear in the surrounding space, so he only lit a lamp in front of him. The lights swaying like beans, so that a bowl of pure white noodles in front of Wang Qi turned slightly yellow. The restaurant chef returned home for the Chinese New Year, and this bowl of noodles was still served by the "Yue Ling Dai" who was the shopkeeper. The side dish is only a plate of vinegar and garlic.

There is no aura, no pharmacological use, and ordinary meals that are far from the diet in the fairy courtyard.

Wang Qi looked at this bowl of plain noodles with some surprise. Dabai Village is located in the middle and southeast and will be lifted. It is geographically neglected in the south of Shenzhou. It is not necessary to eat dumplings on New Year's Eve, but noodles are absolutely necessary. When I was young, every New Year, I also put a bowl of noodles in front of me ...

Oh, no. In the first few years, it was the young children who directly brushed off the noodle bowl.

I don't want to integrate into this world, I don't want to obey any customs of this world.

Then, I don't know when to get up, that man ... Father no longer prepares noodles for himself on New Year's Eve. But if he is hungry, he can find a bowl of cold noodles in the kitchen on New Year's Day.

But ... said "I don't know when", actually not a few years?

Ha ha, "traversing" is a disaster for the researcher of that earth, but is it not true for the royal family of China?

A few years later, his father died unexpectedly.

Then, finally, the idiot sitting here learned well. I know that I sit down on New Year's Eve every year and sit opposite to my grandfather and eat a bowl of noodles.

Wang Qi thought so and finally raised his chopsticks.

The noodles were a bit cold and soaked. But the noodles here are not the yellow-mouthed children who complained. Wang Qi stimulated the mana of the Heavenly Entropy, reheated the noodles, and accelerated the movement of the water molecules in the noodles alone to make them evaporate. Soon, this bowl of noodles was just like being out of the pan.

Speaking of which, Wang Qi once felt that the entropy of heaven was a little unreasonable. In his impression, the increase in entropy is inevitable and inevitable, which is determined by the second law of thermodynamics. This iron determines that the passage of time is one-way, and no one can go upstream along the river of time.

Although the law of the flow of Reiki does not apply to this law, it is the only exception to this universe. But the increase in entropy still seems insurmountable. The sky entropy can control the entropy value in a small range, but there is no way to fight the time when the entropy of the entire universe is energized.

This also means that some past cannot be compensated. Even if it was only a few years, only a few years.

In those years, it was insignificant compared to the centuries he would spend. However, that was the starting point of his new life. He can't erase the marks of those years.

At least, it would take him many years to get out of this demons.

When the noodles were almost finished, Wang Qi's memories came to an end.

It was an old man lying on a sickbed. Wang Laohan exhausted his last effort in this life and reached out to his special grandson ...

"Child ... you have to be happy ..."

Wang Qi suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Thinking affects the soul, and the soul is closely related to mana. When the state of mind changes and the mind is not exhausted, the soul's ability to control mana will be reduced, and even conflict with mana. In the 80,000-year-old history of ancient law, the heart collapsed, and the dead were countless.

And Wang Qixin holds, there is a huge loophole.

The severe pain was sudden. Wang Qi groaned, buckled the bowl on the table with some force, then tossed a piece of silver, and quickly left the restaurant.

In the heavy snow, Wang Qi swallowed hard the blood pouring to the corner of his mouth and laughed at himself: "A person with a cold nature should have this report."

On New Year's Eve, if I am not happy, there is no need to make others uncomfortable.

The large mass of snow hit his face, making Wang Qi unable to open his eyes, but the cold feeling also made him a little sober. A strong wave of matter poured out of his divine state, shaking off the snowflakes in the sky.

"Quite quickly." In the ring on Wang Qi's hand, Zhen Jiezi suddenly spoke.

Wang Qi was puzzled: "It's fast? What's fast?"

"At this time in the past, you should cry together." Zhen Jiezi laughed: "In the end is a child."

"Pooh."

Wang Qi immediately protested that it was enough to be a middle-aged man in two lifetimes. How can he accept the evaluation of "children"?

"Also ... It's rare that you didn't throw this ring aside this year."

Wang Qi turned a white smoke: "Come on, you have seen even more embarrassing before, and this time is not bad."

"The old man is right. The wind and frost have experienced more, and the state of mind is naturally stronger."

Wang Qi shook his head: "To be honest, it didn't feel much."

"That day, what did the kid named Wu think of you?"

Zhen Jiezi was suddenly curious about another thing. Wang Qi made the decision to meet Xin Yue not long after throwing him in the storage bag, which was undoubtedly the credit of Wu Fan.

How did he do that?

"It's nothing." Wang Qi looked at Xueye and sighed again: "I seem to suddenly understand what I'm missing."

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