By dawn, a thick layer of snow had accumulated in Jiankang City, and the branches of many trees were overwhelmed, and there was a breaking sound from time to time.

The vast majority of people in Jiankang City get up earlier than usual.

People who want to go out are worried that the road will be difficult to walk, those who have leisure and elegance want to see the snow scene early, and many people who live in old houses are in a hurry to clear the snow from the eaves, otherwise if the roof collapses, this winter will be really sad.

There is a saying that good lamb is cooked in clean snow that has just fallen, and the taste will be more special and delicious.

At this dawn, all the owners of the shops selling mutton and mutton soup in Jiankang City are overjoyed, and they can't sleep after taking a big tonic early, although their business is good on weekdays, but in this Jiankang City, they usually sing the protagonist with noodle soup and millet porridge early, but today's snow comes, and it is destined to be their mutton soup that sings the protagonist.

In a small alley in the south of the imperial city, closest to the city wall, there is a Hu Mazi sheep soup shop.

This sheep soup shop has also been open in Jiankang City for more than 30 years, and although the façade is small, it is still somewhat famous in winter.

In addition to the good cooking of the mutton soup, his thin pancakes are also a must, when eating the mutton soup with this slightly salty pancake, not only full, but also make people feel warm and self-sufficient, indescribably satisfied.

The owner of the Hu Mazi Sheep Soup Shop is really a pockmark, but he was a young pockmark when he first made it more than thirty years ago, but now he is an old pockmark.

He usually got up about half an hour early today, but when the first pot of pancakes was just ready, the first customers had already arrived.

There were five of them in this group of guests, and they came together.

The youngest of the five men was about thirty years old, and the oldest looked to be in his fifties, and his temples had turned white.

These five people are all dressed as people in Jiankang City, and they can't see anything unusual in their behavior and speech, but Hu Mazi has seen a lot of people, and he can see at a glance that these five people are not ordinary people.

Although these five people looked calm, even the one who looked the most kind and always had a smile on the corner of his mouth always gave him a feeling of solemnity.

And these people seem to be much stronger than ordinary people, but their bodies are lighter, and those ordinary characters don't give him this feeling.

Especially when he made mutton soup for these people, he always felt that the outside of these people's bodies seemed to be warm, and there was an air mass wrapped in them, and for a moment he even had an illusion, as if many snowflakes fluttering outside his mutton soup shop were different from before.

These five people are also very preoccupied, and they don't talk much when they drink the mutton soup and eat the bread, they just seem to be waiting for something, waiting for someone.

A horse-drawn carriage also broke into an alley not far from the sheep soup shop.

The carriage was not in a hurry to get out of the city, but pulled over in the alley.

The carriage was black, and after a long stop, the snow piled up and turned white.

The five people in this carriage and the sheep soup shop were not aware of each other's existence, but the five people in the carriage and the sheep soup shop were much more important to the powerful people in charge of the city than the rest of the Jianghu figures and cultivators, so they knew very well that today's situation might be smooth, but it could also be extremely dangerous.

They also knew very well that in the few streets and alleys and dozens of alleys surrounding this pharmacy, there were many outlaws and cultivators who had come from afar.

Among the five people in the mutton soup shop, the eldest man in his fifties eats slowly and carefully.

It's not that I'm fine, it's not that I'm used to eating good things, and I think this kind of breakfast is very ordinary.

The feeling he gave Hu Mazi was like eating this bite, maybe he wouldn't have the feeling of cherishing it in the next bite.

Every time he eats a bite of the pancake, he will chew it carefully, chewing so much that Hu Mazi himself feels that his tongue is raw, and when he drinks the mutton soup, he is also very slow, as if those warm and baked mutton soup are strong wines, and he has to slowly lower his stomach down his throat like silk.

He didn't look up, but when a bowl of mutton soup was about to bottom, he raised his head, glanced at the streets and alleys in the distance, and then raised the bowl with the mutton soup, as if he was drinking a toast: "May the coming year be prosperous, may everything go well." ”

After he finished saying this, he raised the bowl and drank all the mutton soup in the bowl.

The other four people were suddenly dark and solemn, and they also raised their bowls at the same time, saying, "May everything go well." ”

The man in his fifties put down the empty bowl, looking a little distracted, but he whispered again, "Such a clean snow, may there be less blood." ”

The practitioner with a Shinhui-gun accent stood in the snow.

He grabbed a handful of snow and pinched it hard.

Then he crouched down, and as he had done when he was a child, he pressed the snowball into the snow and kept rolling forward.

The snowball gradually grew bigger and bigger, bigger than the wheels of a horse-drawn carriage.

Roll a small pile on top and you'll be able to make a snowman.

The cultivator, who had a Shinkaijun accent, looked at the big snowball, and instead of rolling a slightly smaller snowball, he laughed inexplicably.

He laughed like a real madman.

In an attic, an official in civilian clothes reached out to catch a flying pigeon, opened the letterhead tied to the pigeon's feet, looked at it, and whispered into the attic behind him, "Come out." ”

......

It was just getting dark.

There was snow everywhere, but it looked white.

A young man with a yellow paper umbrella stepped out of the Imperial Pharmacy through the snow and headed for the pharmacy a few miles away.

Last night, before the snow, a batch of medicines happened to be delivered, and many of them even came from Meishan.

That batch of drugs is said to be the last to be produced in the Meishan area.

Some medicines were not cherished in previous years, but as this spiritual famine continues, it can no longer grow, but it is afraid that it will become extinct naturally.

The young man stopped when he walked to Yinglong Lane, which was about a mile and a half away from the medicine storehouse.

He was blocked.

The person who was blocking the alley and looking at him coldly was the cultivator from Jiuzhen County.

This cultivator of Jiuzhen County was wearing a long-sleeved cotton robe.

This outfit made this cultivator of Jiuzhen County very awkward, and this feeling of standing in the snow on a snowy day that he had never seen before also made this cultivator of Jiuzhen County feel even more strange.

So even if he stood there still, it felt indescribably awkward.

Standing awkwardly like this, it's naturally something.

So the young man who came out of the pharmacy raised the edge of the umbrella slightly, looked at him, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"I want the red Chitose in your hands. This cultivator from Jiuzhen County said, "Someone wants to use it to refine medicine, but there is only this one strain in the entire Jiankang, and after you take it away and refine it, there will be no more." ”

"Oh. ”

The young man who came out of the pharmacy let out a nonchalant sigh, and then shook his head, "But that red Chitose is not on me." ”

This cultivator from Jiuzhen County didn't expect him to talk like this, and he didn't seem to have any anger, but he wasn't a person who liked to talk a lot, so he thought for a while and said, "Then you should also understand that I'm blocking you here, and it's not just for this elixir. ”

"Then I'll go the other way. ”

The young man simply turned around, as if the other party was blocking the road, so he changed the alley, but when he turned around, several people had already appeared at the mouth of the alley behind him.

"It looks like I can't go. ”

The young man's brows furrowed, and then he seriously turned his head to look at the cultivator of the Nine True Counties, and said, "You really don't think about it anymore?"