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The advantage of not having a master was that everyone was busy at the end of the year. Even though the legs of the Heavenly Sovereign who was kneeling was sore, Zhang Ge could occupy an extremely high vantage point and look down on the people in the square while eating pickled plums, as if he was watching a play at home at the end of the year.

Unfortunately, the plum was almost finished. When she was training her mental cultivation method, Dongfang Yu had always brought Little Fishy to pick plums for her. Currently, Dongfang Yu had not shown her face for many days already, so she felt that she was somewhat empty.

It was unknown who the disciples of Qinghua were bowing to today, but smoke was rising in spirals from the plaza in front of the palace. After a series of big gifts, everyone dispersed.

Chang Ge couldn't help but be puzzled: Immortal Lord is here as well?

Her voice was not loud in the first place, but he did not expect that Xiao Ziyang, who was talking to Sect Protecting from afar, would accidentally glance in her direction.

Just as she was thinking, a person and a sword had already appeared before her.

Zhang Ge raised his head and smiled in embarrassment: Immortal Lord!

Xiao Ziyang replied calmly: What's the matter?

Ah? She was fine to begin with, and had only casually said a few words, but she did not expect Immortal Lord's hearing to be so good.

He could only smile: "I …" I've practiced the Pure Heart Curse that you taught me, may I know when Immortal Lord will test it? If we can become disciples of the Immortal Lord before New Year, then, we can create a pot to enjoy a lively New Year together.

A pot? A lively New Year together?

He had lived for more than two thousand years, and the new year was no longer new. He had only been going through a symbolic ceremony, and had never thought about why it would be so lively during the new year.

Three days later, in the middle of the night.

Chang Ge was overjoyed, but he did his best to restrain himself from replying with a serious expression, "Three days later?" Yes, tomorrow, the day after, the day after?

Seeing her counting with her fingers, Xiao Ziyang's mood also became good: Un.

Then, three days from now, during the tenth day, Chang Ge will definitely be here! I, I am standing here, Immortal Lord, you must come!

Good.

Chang'e was satisfied.

Although she was confident that she had mastered the Pure Heart Curse, she had never seen anyone else use it, much less someone use it against an enemy. Therefore, she did not know if her mastery was good or bad, so she could not help but feel apprehensive.

After agreeing on a time to check with Xiao Ziyang, she wanted to make use of these three days to struggle again. Like Gu Yinfeng had said before, she might still be able to pick up a dead mouse if she temporarily held her feet, but as long as she calmed down, the white-clothed Xiao Ziyang figure that appeared in her mind.

At one moment, he was worried that he would not pass the examination, and at the other, he secretly rejoiced.

If she brought Little Fishy over, would Xiao Ziyang find out that it was a Goblin and kill it in a second? If she didn't bring Little Fishy over, Dongfang Yu would be able to rest easy while handing her over to Dongfang Yu.

No, Dongfang Yu's master, Zuo Tianxing, was an even more dangerous person in the Five Element Peak!

If not, she would rashly tell Xiao Ziyang that Little Fishy was a good cat and also a good Yao, and Little Fishy would never do anything bad like other demons!

When the Immortal Lord let Little Fishy go, the two of them and the cat would be able to live happily on the mountain.

She could make a few round snowballs and tell the little fish how much it looked like the snowball!

At this time, Xiaoyu was sprawled on the ground, looking at Gu Changge. She was clearly meditating under the tree, but there was a terrifying smile on her face.

Long live Demon Emperor! Master must be thinking about how to skin Little Fishy! Hmph!

On the appointed day, before dawn, this young miss of the Prime Minister's Palace, famous for being bedridden, had already risen from her bed to wash up.

Zhang Ge stroked the tree trunk and said seriously: Maybe after tonight, I will move to Sunset Peak to live with you, but don't worry, even if I move out, I won't forget about you. After all, there isn't a single tree in the Sunset Peak that's so suitable for you to cultivate with.

Miaow ~ Fishy climbed onto the windowsill and yawned.

Chang Ge turned around to glare at it. He was still thinking about how to bring Little Fishy with him, but now this smelly cat was laughing at him.

If you eat so much, you won't even be able to climb up the windowsill!

Xiaoyu pitifully cried out, "Master, do you not want Xiaoyu anymore?" Little Fishy will definitely not finish all of the pastries that Dongfang Yu sent over. She will also be able to practice cultivation with her master in the future!

It's fine if I don't cultivate, but the moment she started singing, she grabbed the wooden sword and ran out, "It's all your fault. I haven't cultivated for the past few days, so I haven't fully mastered the Pure Heart Mantra's sword art!"

When Little Fishy saw that Changge had anxiously ran out, she raised her claws to lick her soft fur. Sigh, the master's swordsmanship has actually improved a lot, for a disciple who can only rely on himself to become proficient, the master is much stronger than her. If she could learn the art properly then she wouldn't be bullied.

Ah, the past is not worth looking back at.

The starry night was as silent as the sea.

From the direction of Changge's gaze, it was as if she could see the light of fireflies flickering within, the immortal mist in the midst of the halo of yellow light was faintly discernible, and the dark mountains were as if they were poems.

She was waiting for someone, someone she thought she had waited fifteen years for.

Waiting required patience, but facing the unknown, how much courage was needed?

From the afternoon, she had been here the entire time, as if she was carrying a little deer, or as if she was looking forward to the marriage that belonged to the girls in the pavilion that Gu Yinfeng had written about.

If he really could pass the examination and become Immortal Lord's disciple, how great would that be! From this day onwards, he would no longer be alone on the Sunset Peak, and there would be only one form of the flying snow that filled the sky.

However, this wait was too long. From the shadows of the lamp to the silence of the night, a white figure never appeared.

Could it be that Immortal Lord had forgotten?

Zhang Ge was a little confused. He curled his lips and considered whether he should take a trip to the Sunset Peak or not, but how could she, who did not know how to use the Imperial Sword Technique, go up the Snow Peak?

Forget it, let's wait a little longer. Maybe the Immortal Lord was meditating, or perhaps went into seclusion? Since she was willing to become her disciple, how could she pass the examination without going through a test?

When she thought here, she sat upright on top of the boulder. As she looked out, the mountain was pitch-black, and only her frail body was sitting in between the heaven and earth.

As the red glow of the morning star filled the horizon, Chang Ge's face was filled with fatigue. He raised his hand to rub his face to make himself look a little more energetic.

Gu Changge looked at the unchanging snowy peak, and she started to suspect if she remembered the time wrongly.

The night before last, perhaps? Or tonight?