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Chapter 76 Wei Ziying vomits blood, Hehuan Group pleases!

The smug Wei Ziying was interrupted, frowning, and asked: “What’s the matter?”

The female disciple gasped and said: “There is news that the saint son of the Nether Hall has broken through!”

“Breakthrough?” Wei Ziying couldn’t believe it, stood up and grabbed the female disciple’s arm, and asked, “Is it breakthrough to the Nascent Soul period?”

The female disciple nodded, “Li Yangping has become Nascent Soul.”

Wei Ziying, who grasped the female disciple’s arm, let go of her hand, her eyes coldly.

The female disciple realized that Wei Ziying’s state was wrong, and hurriedly said, “Chief Wei?”

At this moment, Wei Ziying was plunged into memories, thinking about those bloody eyes and the fists that Li Yangping waved…

Suddenly, his throat felt sweet, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his body fell limp behind him.

“Chief Wei!”

The female disciple quickly held Wei Ziying’s body, looked at the female disciple on the other side, and asked in a panic, “What should I do?”

Another female disciple said: “Hurry up and call someone!”

At this time, Wei Ziying wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, shook her head to stop their yelling, “Take me to see Master.”

Looking at Wei Ziying who was pale, the female disciples persuaded: “Chief…”

Wei Ziying waved her hand, “Take me, I’m going to Sect Houshan!”

……

Shenfu Mountain, Acacia School.

Zheng Ruchun looked at the head in the first place with a shocked look, “What are you saying true?”

Zhao Yuanyang nodded: “Yes, after receiving the news, Li Yangping has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, and is the youngest Nascent Soul practitioner recorded in the mainland of China!”

Zheng Ruchunxiu’s eyes stared slightly, feeling dry and dry: “This…”

The 17-year-old Nascent Soul period?

Is it really possible…

Couldn’t Li Yangping feel the barriers of Realm?

Zhao Yuanyang feels a bit regretful: “Although he is not a disciple of my Acacia Sect, but he belongs to the same line of Devil Dao…”

“Go prepare some Magic Treasures and send them to Yufu Mountain.” Zhao Yuanyang thought for a while and ordered: “It just happens to be the Ganyuan Festival, you can go there.”

Zheng Ruchun was a little puzzled: “Gifts? But the head of the Nether Palace rejected Devil Dao’s offensive and defensive alliance’s proposal…”

I heard Zhao Yuanyang said that Shi Feiyan was unwilling to join the alliance.

To be honest, Zheng Ruchun is unwilling to go.

Zhao Yuanyang glared at Zheng Ruchun, hating that iron can’t become a steel track: “You, you, you have to use your brain in everything!”

“The rise of the Nether Palace is a foregone conclusion. If they don’t give gifts, what if they settle accounts after autumn?”

“With Shi Feiyan supporting, and Li Yangping this little pervert, Nether Hall will be the leader of Devil Dao sooner or later, and maybe even the leader of Shenzhou…”

“If you don’t give gifts to please me now, I will have nowhere to cry in the future!”

Zheng Ruchun was speechless, “You are so courageous.”

Zhao Yuanyang is anxious: “What do you know as a junior? I have eaten more salt than you have eaten!”

……

Ganyuan Festival will be in another half month.

Ganyuan Festival is the prosperous age of the Chinese mainland.

The common folk world regards Ganyuan Festival as the grandest festival, from the emperor’s relatives to the people of the Li people, who will sacrifice to their ancestors and seek refuge on this day.

It is the most extravagant day for the common people. Families who usually can’t eat meat will prepare a table of good wine and food.

Children will also wear new clothes to celebrate Yuan Gan Festival.

The common world is like this, the spiritual world also regards Ganyuan Festival as the most important festival.

For practitioners, there is no concept of time. Closed Door Training of Da Neng is dozens or hundreds of years.

The Ganyuan Festival symbolizes the end of the year. Sect Elders will summarize the year on this day and appraise their disciples by the way.

……

Only a dozen days before the Yuan Gan Festival, the disciples of the Nether Palace have long been excited and intolerable.

Disciples, who used to work hard in the crowded martial arts grounds, have begun to play snowball fights.

Snowmen can be seen everywhere in the vast martial arts field.

Even the peaks of the Nether Hall began to hang red spikes.

Everyone indicates the coming of Yuan Gan Festival.

While disciples was fighting, Li Yangping was immersed in writing in his own study.

A Rou on the side grinds for Li Yangping.

Looking at Li Yangping who was scratching his head, A Rou asked curiously: “Shengzi, what are you doing?”

Li Yangping looked at what he had written, shook his head, crumpled it up, and threw it in a basket full of paper balls on one side.

Li Yangping, who didn’t lift his head, was still struggling against the paper: “Yuan Gan Festival is coming, I also wrote a couplet and hung it up.”

The meaning of this Yuan Gan Festival is the same as the Spring Festival before the crossing, it is for the New Year.

Is there no couplets for Chinese New Year?

However, he thought for a long time, wrote and wrote, but did not find a suitable couplet.

A Rou was a little confused: “What is the couplet?”

Although Arou didn’t know what the couplet was, he could tell that Li Yangping wanted to write.

So honestly grind for him, no longer disturb him.

While Li Yangping was in distress, he raised his head and rubbed his own hair. He caught a glimpse of A Rou standing beside him and saw the slightly opened neckline.

“Uh……”

Li Yangping admitted that he was a little dazed by the shaking.

“Um?”

In my mind, a bright light flashed, and with a stroke of a big pen, a pair of couplets leaped on the paper.

Li Yangping looked at own masterpiece with satisfaction, and couldn’t stop nodding: “Yes!”

A Rou leaned forward and read the couplet on the paper: “A good man squeezes a steel gun and bravely rushes to the horizon, while a heroine fights each other to get what he needs.”

A Rou, who didn’t know what it meant, clapped his hands in an instant: “It’s very well written! Son, I didn’t expect you to have a literary style!”

As Li Yangping’s remnant fan, Arou would cheer hard even if Li Yangping wrote like shit.

Li Yangping raised his eyebrows and said modestly: “I just write and write casually.”

“Don’t expose my name as the number one wet man in China, let’s keep a low profile.”

He got up and prepared to stick the couplet in his hand by the door.

After posting it, Li Yangping took a few steps back, looked at it carefully, and nodded in satisfaction: “Yes.”

Then frowned, “I always feel that something is missing…”

While thinking, suddenly a familiar voice came from behind him.

“Son!”

Li Yangping: …

You don’t have to look back to know who this person is.

Sure enough, Li Qingyi rushed to him like a gust of wind.

Because of the Yuan Gan Festival, Li Qingyi wore a red skirt, and even the headwear she wore was red, which gave people the feeling of celebration.

Li Yangping helpless: “Why are you here?”

Li Qingyi smiled charmingly: “I’m here to give the Saint Son a gift.”

“what gift?”

“A gift for Yuan Gan Festival.”

Li Yangping was stunned, “But the Yuan Gan Festival still has a little and a half to come.”

Li Qingyi waved her hand indifferently, “I want to be the first person to give gifts to the Son!”

“Uh……”

Li Yangping had to accept Li Qingyi’s gift, which was a square box.

I opened it curiously, and saw that the box was filled with hand-folded paper cranes. The moment I opened the box, it flew out of the box and circled Li Yangping.

There is also a portrait of Li Yangping under Qianzhihe. It can be seen that Li Qingyi painted it himself, because the painting is really not good…

Seeing Li Yangping staring at the portrait, Li Qingyi couldn’t help but lowered her head shyly: “My ability to draw talisman is still very poor. I originally wanted these paper cranes to show special patterns in the air, but… ”

After speaking, he bulged his fists and said seriously: “But Shengzi, don’t worry, I will give you a more surprising gift next year!”

Li Yangping looked at Li Qingyi with a grievance, and suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Especially the portrait below is still himself…

If I remember correctly, it was the day when I came across and looked at the sky at a loss.

Moreover, these Thousand Paper Cranes were engraved with spells, and the time spent in them was beyond imagination.

Although she likes to be his follower, she has been pestering him.

But it is undeniable that Li Yiqing is really attentive to him.

Thinking of this, Li Yangping helplessly rubbed her head, “I like your gift very much.”

Feeling the temperature in Li Yangping’s palm, Li Yiqing’s face flushed at the moment, and she dared not move.

This is the first time that Shengzi has treated her so affectionately!

Li Yiqing looked at Li Yangping with bright eyes, with a trembling tone: “Holy Son, you actually touched me!”

Li Yangping twitched the corner of his mouth, “I didn’t touch you, but I touched your head.”

“Not only did you touch me, you said you liked me very much?”

Li Yangping’s mouth couldn’t be stretched anymore, “I said I like your gift, not you.”

However, Li Yiqing couldn’t listen to his correction at all, and left happily, yelling as he ran: “Shengzi said he likes me!”

Seeing Li Yiqing’s departure, Li Yangping was about to split apart.

He knew that Li Yiqing, a silly girl, couldn’t understand him.

The touch just now disappeared instantly.

……

Just when Li Yangping wanted to tie back the nonsense Li Yiqing, a figure suddenly walked out of the void.

“Master, why are you here?” Li Yangping saluted seriously: “The disciple has seen Master.”

“Yeah.” Shi Feiyan nodded, and then saw the couplet at the door of Li Yangping’s room, a little curious: “Why did you stick the paper on the door?”

Shi Feiyan scrutinized the couplet on the door, frowning her eyebrows.

This clearly knows every word, so how come you can’t understand it when you put it together?

Noting Shi Feiyan’s strangeness, Li Yangping coughed: “Master, this is called Spring Festival couplet, which is used to celebrate Yuan Gan Festival and can play the role of Bixie.”

“Bixie?” Shi Feiyan said amusedly: “People of my generation still believe in this?”

Li Yangping shrugged: “Let’s have a holiday, it’s hard to have a grand festival, just to create an atmosphere.”

Shi Feiyan nodded, not too entangled in this.

“By the way, Master, you haven’t said what you are here for?”

He usually went to Shi Feiyan, rarely when Shi Feiyan took the initiative to look for him.

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Shi Feiyan’s face, and she pretended to ask casually, “Are there anything going on on your Yuan Gan Festival?”

“What’s the matter?” Li Yangping thought for a while, scratching his head and said, “No.”

Shi Feiyan breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Dongyuan City seems to have parade performances on the day of Yuangan Festival…”

Before I finished speaking, I saw Li Yangping’s weird expression, and subconsciously stopped: “Uh, but I don’t have much interest.”

“No, the disciple is interested!”

Li Yangping couldn’t understand Shi Feiyan’s thoughts, and asked quickly: “Can the master go with the disciple?”

Shi Feiyan was excited, but pretended to be reserved and said: “But…”