Chapter 361 Chinese New Year
As he had just been promoted and his salary had not yet been paid, Yin Song said that he would not be able to send money home for the New Year this year. He would wait until he set up a stall during the New Year and send money home when he had money after the business opened.

That’s right, most of Yin Song’s money was earned by setting up a stall outside to tell people’s fortunes. With his salary alone, he could barely support himself, his apprentice, and a servant.

It was not enough to spend at all. Two years ago, he even needed the support of his eldest disciple Wang Cong.

Wang Cong folded the letter and said, "Dad, tell Master that the money in the temple is enough for the family and he doesn't need to earn money."

After thinking for a while, Wang Cong was afraid that Yin Song would not believe him, so he said, "Why not send a few hundred taels to Master?"

Wang Feiyin raised his eyelids and looked at him, "You are very filial to the second son."

Wang Cong: "... Dad, I also want to be filial to you, but can't you take the money?"

To be honest, although Wang Cong called Yin Song "Master", he really didn't have the feeling that a teacher is like a father for life.

Because Yin Song was called a master, he had always been taught personally by Wang Feiyin.

The two men were only a few years apart in age, and since childhood Yin Song and Tao Ji had raised Wang Cong as their younger brother.

Wang Cong had always called the two of them brother and senior brother, but later on Wang Feiyin became more and more unlucky, and the three of them fell down, fell into the water while washing clothes, and died of illness, so they had to give up.

From then on, the apprentice became a junior apprentice.

Wang Cong was the most affected and almost died of illness, so Wang Feiyin asked him to become a disciple of Yin Song, who had better luck, and did not see him for three years. This saved his life.

Speaking of sad things, Wang Feiyin simply waved his hand: "Go, go, go, do what you need to do."

Xuanmiao grabbed Pan Yun by the back of his collar and walked away, "Go practice swordplay!"

Miaozhenmiao quickly carried the food to the table, which was full of cakes, candies and other snacks.

Tao Yanbai piled up the chairs and stools and followed the two of them.

They placed the table in front of the hall, put stools and chairs, a brazier on it, and brought a blanket to drape it over. Looking up, one could see the stars in the sky, and facing forward, one could see the fourth uncle-master teaching the young uncle-master to practice swordplay. The two men's swords overlapped under the starlight, and the cold light was very beautiful.

After a while, Wang Feiyin also came.

He grabbed a handful of melon seeds and cracked them while watching Xuan Miao practicing swordsmanship. He sat up straighter and called Wang Cong over, "Hurry up and watch. Hurry up and learn. This is your fourth uncle's famous sword, the Star Chasing and Moon Chasing Sword. She used the Star Chasing and Moon Chasing Sword to kill her way to Longhu Mountain..."

The young boys and girls exclaimed "Wow" and opened their eyes wide to watch, but the mysterious sword moves were extremely fast. Under the dim starlight, the cold sword moved like a meteor. They could only see the cold light and could not even catch her figure.

Pan Jun stood on the field, feeling the sword energy coming from all directions. She could see the mysterious sword moves clearly, but when she finished practicing, she only remembered half of them.

Pan Yun, who always thought he had a photographic memory and was even stronger in memory and reproduction, was silent for a moment.

Xuan Miao slowly descended from the air, put the sword behind him, and asked, "How many moves did you see clearly just now?"

Pan Yun said ashamedly: "I saw it all, but I only remembered half of it."

Xuan Miao was silent for a moment and then said, "Practice the half you remember."

Pan Yun raised the sword and gently stroked the blade with her fingers. When she raised her eyes, her body was as light as the breeze. Only the cold sword light could be seen. Shadows flashed in the air. Because it was too fast, she had already made the next move, but Wang Cong and others' eyes were still looking up. In their eyes, there were countless Pan Yuns dancing with swords in the moonlight.

Xuan Miao raised her eyebrows slightly, curled the corners of her mouth, made a sword flower and said, "Follow me."

After that, she took the lead in demonstrating, "This set of sword techniques is taken from a poem, "The flying wheel holds the rider riding the flaming spirit, flying around the city that never sleeps."

A mysterious figure flashed, Pan Jun stopped his sword to watch, and followed closely. The two of them were like a ribbon, drawing their swords at the same time and putting them away at the same time.

Xuanmiao paused for a moment, and seeing that she could keep up, he performed the next move, "The wind mane chases the stars, playing with shadows; the frost hooves chase the lightning, silently."

The sword shone coldly, and Pan Jun stared at it with sharp eyes, following closely.

Mysterious: "The Qin army was defeated at night by the fire in Xianyang, and the Wu army rushed to Chibi at night."

The two figures flashed, leaving only a few afterimages on the ground.

Mysterious: "I still remember the dream of carving saddles in my youth, the moonlight was bright when I stepped on Zhangtai."

The shadows of the two people overlapped in the air. The onlookers felt that they could not see them all. They only saw the shadows shattered into smoke in the moonlight. The two people passed through the moonlight and fell to the ground one after another, and the shadows in the air disappeared.

Miao Zhen widened her eyes nervously, folded her hands together, and when she saw the two of them landed, she murmured, "I want to learn too!"

Wang Feiyin closed his mouth, lifted Wang Cong's chin, closed his mouth as well, took a sip of water and said, "Then you still have some practice to do."

Pan Yun learned a set of sword techniques in one night.

Xuan Miao couldn't help but look at her with admiration. She said to Tao Ji, "I won't accept any disciples in the future."

Tao Ji muttered, "I told you to take her in..."

Xuan Miao did not feel sorry, "I can't be her master, but the mountain god is very suitable."

The more Pan Yun practiced, the stronger he became, and he practiced under the starlight until midnight.

When she fell from the air again, Wang Feiyin called her, "Stop practicing, it's midnight, and the new year will start in half an hour. Come and eat something." Pan Jun was really hungry after practicing for more than three hours, so she put away her sword and went forward.

Miaohe immediately dragged a chair over to her, and Wang Cong opened the lid of the pot beside him and took out a plate of dumplings.

Only then did Pan Yun realize that they had brought the stove and pot over, and placed two braziers and two stoves around where they were sitting. There was a pot on one stove and a kettle on the other.

Pan Jun took the chopsticks and said, "You guys really know how to enjoy yourself."

Wang Feiyin: "You only stay up all night once a year, so of course you have to enjoy it. Our Taoist temple is not without these things, so there is no need to endure the hardship."

Pan Yun: "What Senior Brother said makes sense."

While eating, Pan Jun asked Xuan Miao who was sitting next to him, "Fourth Senior Sister, how was my training just now?"

"Very good, but you are not using the right strength. You can be faster and your sword moves can be more powerful. You should practice more. When you understand it, with your cultivation as the First Marquis, as long as you don't go down the mountain, you can walk around the academy."

Pan Yun immediately asked, "What if we go down the mountain?"

Xuanmiao: "Longhu Mountain is not as weak as you think. There are many experts in Tianshi Mansion."

Pan Yun has always taken the mysterious as the standard, "Back then, the fourth sister killed her way through Longhu Mountain with just one sword..."

"That's because my parents and the real person are in the Tianshi Mansion," Xuanmiao paused and said, "My surname is Zhang. I am fighting within the family. The elders who are in seclusion will not interfere in the dispute between us. The person with the highest cultivation level I want to fight is only the first marquis."

“But you…” Xuanmiao glanced at her and said, “Don’t even mention you. Even if I come again now, I can’t kill my way through Longhu Mountain.”

Because she had been away from Mount Longhu for too long and had officially joined Mount Sanqing, she could only be considered half a member of Mount Longhu.

If it happens again, those reclusive elders may not stand idly by.

Pan Jun turned his head and looked at Wang Feiyin.

Wang Feiyin paused while eating melon seeds, feeling uncomfortable with her staring at him. "Why are you looking at me?"

"Big Brother, you have to work hard, at least to be as good as the hidden masters of Longhu Mountain, so that when others move out of their support, I will also have someone to rely on."

Wang Feiyin felt that the melon seeds in his hand were no longer fragrant. "Can't you take it easy before offending others? I tell you, as long as you don't break the dragon vein of Longhu Mountain or kill the next generation of heavenly masters, they won't bother to pay attention to you."

He paused, fearing that Pan Yun would really do such a thing, and hurriedly said: "Of course, if you really do such a thing, I will not save you. You can rest in peace. I will burn more paper money for you next year."

Pan Yun immediately asked, "Am I such a rude person?"

She said, "I will definitely not do such a thing."

Wang Feiyin snorted.

After Pan Yun finished eating the dumplings and some snacks, Wang Feiyin counted on his fingers, looked up at the stars in the sky, patted his butt and stood up, "I'm going to wash my hands, you guys bring the incense and candles."

After washing and drying his hands, Wang Feiyin walked to the big bell. Hearing the slight sound of a clepsydra not far away, he pulled the bell stick with both hands and slammed it against the bronze bell.

The sound of the bell was deep and deep, and it slowly spread out, echoing among the mountains before getting stronger and drifting off into the distance...

The bell was heard in all the villages and towns near Sanqing Mountain. At the same time, someone in Yushan County also rang the bell.

When the villagers and common people heard the bell, they came out of their homes with firecrackers and lit them in the yard or on the roadside.

The sound of firecrackers exploding instantly echoed through the mountains and the entire county.

In the county town, some wealthy families lit fireworks to bid farewell to the old year and usher in the new year. Many sleepy children were awakened by the sound of firecrackers and fireworks. They ran out behind their parents, covered their ears to watch their fathers and brothers set off firecrackers, and then looked up at the fireworks, cheering continuously, "So beautiful, so beautiful..."

County Magistrate Ming stood on the upper floor with his hands behind his back, watching the fireworks, and couldn't help but smile, "This year, more families are setting off fireworks, eight households at least. Judging from the sound, there are more families setting off firecrackers than last year."

Madam Ming smiled and said, "You can rest assured now, right? The people's lives are getting better and better, so there will be more fireworks and firecrackers."

County Magistrate Ming took off his cloak and put it on her, nodding his head and saying, "I just hope that next year will be the same, with more and better things every year."

Mrs. Ming: “Yes.”

The couple snuggled together and watched the fireworks.

But in Sanqing Mountain, only the sound of firecrackers could be heard.

The Sanqing Temple did not set off firecrackers, but only burned incense and candles to the gods, and also burned a lot of gold ingots.

Pan Yun went to pay New Year's greetings to his master, the mountain god, with great respect. After kowtowed three times, he lit incense and began to chant, "Master, I wish you boundless magical power and immeasurable merits. Please also bless me with boundless magical power and immeasurable merits."

Mr. Pan: ...

Wang Feiyin couldn't listen any more, so he lit up the incense and turned around and said, "Cong'er, take your fellow apprentices to burn incense."

Pan Yun quickly stepped aside.

(End of this chapter)