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Xianmeng Daoli, 2114th year, New Year's Eve.

That night, Xinyue had a heavy snowfall.

The snow on this page was unusually heavy. Xinyue is located inland, and because of the water flow from Shanhe City and the climate regulation from Liuyun Sect, it has become a place with good weather and good harvests. But fundamentally, it is still a continental climate, with little natural precipitation. The snow in Xinyue in previous years was only as big as "salt sprinkled in the air", far from the state of "willow catkins". But this year alone, the snowflakes were as big as goose feathers, sticking together in the air into clumps, and falling straight on people with the north wind.

But in such weather, Wang Qi did not stay in Xinyue Xianyuan, but sat in a restaurant in the outer city of Xinyue.

There is no time in the mountains, and the year is unknown after the cold ends. The cultivators on Xinshan Mountain do not attach importance to festivals, and the mortals at the foot of Xinshan Mountain also take things like "year" and "festival" less seriously than people in other places. However, mortals are just mortals after all. No matter how light the New Year is, most families will reunite on New Year's Eve. It is indeed a miracle that Wang Qi can find a restaurant in the outer city that is still open on New Year's Eve.

This restaurant is not big, but the specifications are not low. At this time, the entire restaurant is run by only the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper is middle-aged, his parents have passed away, and his children are working hard outside, so he is not in a hurry to go home. After dismissing a waiter, he originally planned to have a few glasses of rice wine in his own restaurant and go home later, but he never thought that Wang Qi would come to the door and say that he wanted to make a bowl of noodles in the evening.

Xinyue Outer City is close to the gathering place of monks. The shopkeeper is good at observing words and expressions. Seeing that Wang Qi has an extraordinary demeanor and is not covered with snow even when walking in such heavy snow, he knows that he is a cultivator from the mountain and dare not neglect him, so he simply stays and opens his own restaurant until New Year's Eve.

Wang Qi was the only one in the huge restaurant. He thought that waiting too long would make the surroundings seem empty, so he only lit a lamp in front of him. The light flickered, reflecting the bowl of white plain noodles in front of Wang Qi slightly yellow. The restaurant chef went home for the New Year, and the shopkeeper "overstepped his authority" to prepare this bowl of noodles. The side dish was only a dish of vinegar and garlic.

It had no spiritual energy, no pharmacological use, and was an ordinary meal far different from the food in the Immortal Academy.

Wang Qi looked at the bowl of plain noodles in a trance. Dabai Village is located between the Middle Earth and the Southeast, and is geographically distant from the south of Shenzhou. It is not popular to eat dumplings on New Year's Eve, but noodles are a must. When I was young, every New Year's Day, I would also put a bowl of noodles in front of me...

Oh, no, in the first few years, when I was still a child, I would directly brush away the bowl of noodles.

I don't want to integrate into this world, and I don't want to abide by any customs of this world.

Then, I don't know when, that man... my father no longer prepared noodles for me on New Year's Eve. But if he was hungry, he could find a bowl of cold noodles in the kitchen on New Year's Day.

But... "I don't know when", it's not a few years, right?

Haha, "travel" is a disaster for the researchers on that Earth, but it's also a disaster for the Wang family in Shenzhou.

A few years later, my father died unexpectedly.

Then, finally, the idiot sitting here learned his lesson. He knew to sit down and eat a bowl of noodles with his grandfather on New Year's Eve every year.

Wang Qi thought so and finally raised his chopsticks.

The noodles were a little cold and a little rotten. But the one eating noodles here now was not the complaining kid. Wang Qi activated the power of Tian Entropy Jue to reheat the noodles, and also accelerated the movement of water molecules in the noodles to evaporate them. Soon, this bowl of noodles was just like fresh out of the pot.

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

Although the flow law of spiritual energy does not apply to this law, it is the only exception in this universe. But the increase in entropy still seems insurmountable. The Heavenly Entropy Art can control the entropy value in a small range, but it cannot resist the time that envelops the entropy increase of the entire universe.

This also means that some pasts cannot be made up. Even if it is only a few years, just a few years.

Those years are insignificant compared to the hundreds and thousands of years he will spend. But that is a new life of his. He cannot erase the marks of those years in this life.

At least, it will take him many years to get out of this mental demon.

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

It was an old man lying on a sickbed. Old man Wang used up the last bit of strength in this life and stretched out his hand to his special grandson...

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

Wang Qi suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Thinking will affect the soul, and the soul is closely related to magic power. When the state of mind changes, and the mind is no longer exhausted, the soul's ability to control the magic power will decrease, and even conflict with the magic power. In the 80,000-year history of ancient magic, countless people have died due to the collapse of the mind and the obsession.

And there is a huge loophole in Wang Qi's mind.

The severe pain came suddenly. Wang Qi groaned, put the bowl on the table with some force, then threw a silver ingot and left the restaurant quickly.

In the heavy snow, Wang Qi swallowed the blood that rushed to the corner of his mouth and laughed at himself: "People with cold nature should be punished."

On New Year's Eve, if you are unhappy, there is no need to let others be unhappy with you.

A large ball of snow hit Wang Qi's face, making it difficult for him to open his eyes, but the cold feeling also made him a little more awake. A strong material wave surged out of his Shenzhou, shaking off the snowflakes in the sky.

"It's pretty fast." Zhen Chanzi suddenly spoke in the ring on Wang Qi's hand.

Wang Qi was a little confused: "It's pretty fast? What's fast?"

"At this time in the past, you should have cried into a ball." Zhen Chanzi smiled and said, "You are a child after all."

"Pah."

Wang Qi immediately protested. It was enough to be a middle-aged man in two lifetimes. How could he accept the evaluation of "child"?

"Besides... you didn't throw this ring aside this year, it's rare."

Wang Qi turned over a white smoke: "Come on, you have seen more embarrassing things before, it doesn't matter this time."

"I am right. The more you experience, the stronger your state of mind will be."

Wang Qi shook his head: "To be honest, I don't feel anything."

"That day, what did that kid surnamed Wu make you think of?"

Zhen Chanzi suddenly became curious about another thing. Wang Qi made the decision to meet Xin Yue not long after throwing him into the storage bag, which was undoubtedly Wu Fan's credit.

How did he do it?

"Nothing." Wang Qi looked at Xue Ye and sighed again: "I seem to suddenly understand what I am missing."

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