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- The snow at the end of the 1034th year of the Chinese calendar lasted for a long time, and the sky full of snow dyed Tianhe City silver.
On the last day of the year-end, Tianhe City was extremely lively. At night, the sky was filled with lights that illuminated the night like daytime.
Wanjia lights are brightly lit, and countless pedestrians walk on the road, celebrating the new year.
In the imperial palace of the Tianhe Realm, the halls and halls of the imperial palace are lit up with bright divine light, radiating endless space, illuminating the dark night with divine brilliance.
Tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night.
"Grandpa, why is it so lively this year?" In Tianhe City, a girl took the old man's hand and asked, a little curious. The girl is already more than ten years old and knows a lot of things. There has never been such an atmosphere.
It seems that for the end of this year, the Tianhe Realm pays special attention to it. Even the Imperial Palace of the Realm is different.
"Because, it will be another special year soon." The old man said.
"A special year?" The girl was a little puzzled and asked, "How special?"
"You will know when you grow up." The old man smiled and rubbed the girl's head. His eyes were full of kindness. He looked up at the sky. Many years ago, the Tianhe Realm experienced a big storm, and the chaos in the world seemed to never exist. It has been stopped, but the contribution they made is indelible, ending a dark and turbulent era.
On the snow-capped mountain, Ye Futian sat there practicing. His spiritual sense sensed the scene in the Tianhe Realm, and he couldn't help but wonder, does the Tianhe Realm attach so much importance to the end of the year?
In the years he lived, the original Qingzhou City felt the most "year" atmosphere, and then gradually moved towards a more advanced city and a stronger world, the feeling of "year" became weaker and weaker, and the world Busy chasing power and strength, practicing supreme, the atmosphere of Qingzhou City is a little less fireworks.
Now, in Tianhe City, he has seen such a prosperous scene. Could it be the tradition of Tianhe City?
At this time, a figure came to Ye Futian's side. She looked into the distance, and her thoughts seemed to penetrate the distance. She seemed to think of something, and there was a faint tear in the corner of her eye.
"Peace." Ye Futian looked at the woman beside him, and whispered, "Miss your parents?"
"Yeah." Ping An nodded with a smile, looked at Ye Futian and said, "Let the uncle read the joke."
"Their wish in life is to hope that you will be safe and happy, and that you will walk away peacefully, be safe, and don't be too sad." Ye Futian comforted.
"No, I just thought of the scene when I was with my parents, and it's not purely sad." Ping An said with a smile: "Master, let's go for a walk, and celebrate the New Year like everyone else."
"Okay." Ye Futian nodded, the two smiled at each other, and then walked in the void, heading down the mountain.
Not long after, they came to Tianhe City. On the streets, there was an endless stream of people coming and going. On this day, no one broke out in conflicts, no one fought for battles, and everyone was extra modest. Even if there was any friction, they just laughed it off. , have become tolerant and magnanimous.
Many people walked on the street with their children, feeling the warm atmosphere.
"It would be great if the world has always been like this." Ping An said with a smile when he saw the beautiful and peaceful scene.
Ye Futian smiled and shook his head, this is destined to be just a fantasy.
The two of them walked aimlessly, and they didn't intend to go there. They just looked at all of this. Perhaps, Ping An wanted to walk the familiar streets and the roads she had traveled all these years.
"Master, is there anyone you miss?" Ping An slightly raised his head and looked at Ye Futian beside him. His white hair and Bai Xue blended together, regardless of each other. With his handsome face and clear eyes, Master must be a person with a story Bar.
He is gentle, elegant, unparalleled in handsomeness, and outstanding in talent. He must be pursued by many women, but why is he so young with gray hair.
Although Ye Futian is fifty years old, for a person at the peak of the holy realm, fifty years old is definitely an extremely young age. Even if his cultivation has not changed at all, his appearance can still remain unchanged for hundreds of years.
"Of course." Ye Futian smiled and said: "Not only there are, but there are many more."
"Who is it?" Ping An asked curiously.
"I miss my lover, my teacher, my brothers and friends, many people." Ye Futian said.
"Since uncle misses you, why don't you go to them?" Ping An asked. Her realm was too low, and it was too difficult to grow up, so she couldn't protect her parents. .
"It is difficult to have both in the world, and everyone suffers. I also want to be with them.When the ?? sounded, in the Xudi Palace of the Emperor Realm, one after another figures were wearing uniform clothes, flickering in different directions, as if they were going to the Nine Supreme Realms.
Far away in the infinitely distant Tianhe Realm, both Ye Futian and Ping An have returned to the snow-capped mountains, the sky is clear, cloudless, and the sun is shining down.
In the 1035th year of the Shenzhou calendar, it seems that everything is starting again.
"Clang."
At this moment, a bell sounded from above the snow-capped mountain. Ye Futian, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and his spiritual thoughts swept out. Coming, everywhere, resounding throughout Tianhe City.
"Where is the sound coming from?" Ye Futian only had waves in his heart, and he rose into the air, trying to find the source of the bell.
On the snow mountain, an old man walked on the snow, looked up at the sky.
"Master." Ye Futian landed next to the old man, showing a questioning expression.
The old man was still staring at the sky, and said: "The 1035th year of the Shenzhou calendar is another time node. The Emperor Donghuang ruled the Shenzhou for 350 years. If this is used as a calculation, then it can also be called, Donghuang calendar, three hundred and fifty years!"
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