Chinese Almanac Master

The cold humor of Xiaonan candle, the traditional old-fashioned conservative cold food is naturally impossible to understand, but this does not affect the cold food has always had a good view of Xiaonan candle. After all, before seeing Xiaonan candle, the cold food's impression of Xiaonan candle as a new historian basically came from Qing Ming and New Year's Eve, and apart from a few bad words of clear oil and vinegar, the most heard of cold food came from New Year's Eve King's unilateral, with a strong personal emotion of Xiaonan candle praise praise and... Hu Blow.

“The historian is decent, acts decisively, and is naturally one of a kind.” “Well, the historian is very good, if you see it with your own eyes, you'll understand.” “How can I regret that I am fortunate to be a master?" ”

As soon as he mentioned this young mortal historian who had always been cold and faint, it seemed as if he had changed personally. Cold eater with hair was confused to listen, but it was always weird, but seeing New Year's Eve as a very serious look, he could only nod his head somehow. He did not know that New Year's Eve was so keen to praise Xiaonan candle because it was in the eyes of his own lover, so invisibly left the impression that Xiao Nan candle was a particularly reliable, especially serious person. When Cold eater came to work today, he felt that this skinny, handsome and unnamed man with a certain evil temperament was really what he had in mind... kinda mistaken number.

“Today is the Cold Eating Festival. The historian also asked you not to set fire to the open fire. There is a robbery in the fire. Be careful. ”

“Alas, you can't see the fire... so I can't smoke this cigarette anymore, right? ”

He twisted his eyebrows and made a complaining noise, focusing on Xiaonan Candle, who had been addicted to smoking for 30 years, said that he could not see Martian at home, he felt that Brain Jen had started hidden pain. After all, it was nice to let him drink cold water for a cold meal a day. It was really hard for him not to smoke a day. If this black, white-haired cold food King had his own undisturbed monarch dragon qi, so restrained his eyebrows and spoke seriously and was not named deterrent, so Xiaonan Candle could not naturally look for trouble himself, he could only helplessly pinch the cigarette in his mouth and turn over the lighter, then left his mouth unhappy.

“If I don't smoke, I don't feel like I can do this job anymore..."

This grumpy look of Xiaonan candle made the Cold Eating Festival a bit of a mistake. He would like to ask himself where the perfectly reliable and mature Xiaonan candle went on New Year's Eve. However, all this did not end up being said, because soon he discovered a basket of paper cranes with familiar eyes on the coffee table.

“Ah, I gave you a clear fold. ”

So he answered casually. Xiaonan Candle, who was packing his things and preparing to go out, noticed that the expression of cold food first suddenly revealed a little bitterness, and looked at the man with white hair as if he was touching some extra precious treasure, grabbing all this yellow paper behind his hands. Xiaonan Candle Ming did not know what was going on between him and Qing Ming, but suddenly some sympathy appeared to the man who would disappear at any moment.

“I've been guarding him for 3,000 years...”

The voice mumbled so dry, the cold food squeezed the paper crane in his hand lowered his eyebrows and did not know what to think. His tone was unspeakable, but his mind appeared clear for the first time many years ago.

At that time, Qing Ming was still a small child, so pathetic, so helpless, so sad to cry in his corner of clothes, more helpless than those mortals who had lost loved ones.

The juvenile calendar eyes of blue cloth stared red at the way people sacrificed for their loved ones. Seeing them or crying loudly or near despair would make them feel like they were experiencing it. The bright tears were rare for men, but the invisible clarity could not help but cry with those people.

“Cold food. Cold food. Is that man dead? His wifey cried so sadly, it would be nice if he could survive..."

Every time he encounters this situation, there is a little helplessness in cold food, however, just give him a little comfort, and he will rely on him like a chick in fear of cold. This dependence gives him an unknown feeling, and looking at the nearby clear eyes of Qing Ming, the cold eater will fall all the time, and the next millennium will not be turned back.

“I see that Ming Festival doesn't seem like an idea to you, otherwise why fold these things, you...”

So Xiao Nan's candle suddenly stopped because he looked at the wrecked black robe of the Cold Eating Festival and he also showed a slightly sudden expression of understanding. After all, as a historian, he naturally knew that once the shape of the calendar gods had begun to break, it would mean that this traditional festival would most likely disappear and a new calendar god would be born. He knew that it was one thing, and looking at the good cold food festival that was still alive in front of him, Xiao Nan candles really had some difficulty imagining that one day the cold food would really disappear into the world.

The physical condition of cold food is really not very good. Even some basic classics and customs have become unknown over the years, but this overall decline in traditional culture is a major trend. Even though these disappearing cultures contain the essence of Chinese civilization that ancient times can only glow, people are still forgetting them a little, and once the cold food disappears so silently, then the power of the last bit of traditional culture that remains in this god is gone.

In this way, Xiao Nan's mood also got a little complicated. After all, he couldn't really watch the Cold Eating Festival so faint, but it was obvious that the kid looked smart and stupid. He regretted that one day the Cold Eating Festival was gone, and thinking about it, he didn't really care about this kind of shit. Xiao Nan candle sighed and then opened his mouth to the miserable white Cold Eating Festival,

“People used to have Cold Eating Festival in order to rest fireworks, to warn them against danger. People now use electricity and all kinds of new energy, so there is less fear of fire, but that doesn't mean that you should disappear this holiday, you have a significance... Besides, you have confiscated Qing Ming Festival to kill people...”

Thus, Xiao Nan candle noticed that the expression of cold food was a bit awkward, knowing that Xiao Nan candle, who heard his words, was also relieved with a smile, so after patting the cold food shoulder in a self-cooked way, he rubbed his brow heart and then opened the mouth,

“When this time is over, I will lead you around the city fire brigade and other places. A firefighter came to me a while ago to dispel the fire evil, let you help them give community elementary school and other science a good fire prevention knowledge. You are a cold food festival, who knows better than you the horror of fire, tell them the story of intermediate tweeting and heavy ears, cherish life, stay away from fire...”

The words of Xiaonan candle gave him a helpless glance at the Cold Eating Festival, knowing that he was also a kind man with half loud white hair and black clothes, or some thankfully rushed into the South Candle Lane. The heard Xiaonan candle shook hands to show no need, only forced a mouthful of addiction to restrain, then pointed to the age of not currently in the bathtub, flushing the cold food opening,

“You don't have to thank me, do your own work. Today's Cold Eating Festival, you also know that moisture and yin qi are definitely heavy. Help me calculate yesterday on New Year's Eve what is going to happen to Mayor Li today, so watch carefully at home. Don't let anything wrong get too old or make him change anything. I heard that you have dealt with this thing before. If something is wrong with him, hold him down with this...”

Thus, Xiaonan candles spread a yellow calendar paper from between his fingers, the cold food looked carefully and saw that there was a face on the calendar paper, but only a miraculous black dragon, because the creature of the dragon had been basically extinct many years ago, so the cold food also showed an uncertain expression, the seen Xiaonan candle simply returned to death and threw the calendar paper to the cold food, and about why he could make this dead black dragon from the palace into this calendar paper, is actually also related to his conversation with New Year's Eve last night.

New Year's Eve is the oldest and most powerful calendar god in the Old Yellow Calendar. For years he has been able to go on like this, it is enough to see his importance in traditional culture, because of the relationship he has experienced, he understands a lot of things naturally, and just yesterday, after he put forward some current clues that the lock of the Xiaonan candle might be made of the skull of the Xiao Yu clan, Xiaonan candle simply told him that he could read some strange words and that he had an unknown booklet in his hand.

The brochure had been collected by Xiaonan candles with that strange painting before, so I didn't have a chance to see it on New Year's Eve, but when I saw New Year's Eve this time, it revealed a complicated look, because this was the same history he and Xiaonan candles mentioned hiding the secret of the Huang Dynasty, and the reason why he knew about New Year's Eve was not really even clear to himself.

“Since the day of my birth, the Xuan family has been riding the Black Dragon back to heaven. I have no idea what my predecessor was. I only know that I was born to be called New Year's Eve. Because the cycle of calendar has been formed long before I was born, custom and related scriptures are only gradually added by future generations... but I can't even remember the story of this calendar, I can't find the root cause myself. ”

The words of the Red Chronicle God make Xiaonan candle a little confused. The mind is even more headached about the current complicated situation. Because Xiaonan candle can read some of the text in the book and some can't understand it, I actually know half of what the book says. However, after taking the previous pages together with New Year's Eve with Mongolia to sort out the words, Xiaonan candle surprisingly found a strange ancient technique mentioned in the book. Although the method was complicated and eye-catching, some important illustrations were a little vague, and there were many secluded words in the text, Xiaonan candles understood a piece of content with the help of New Year's Eve, and with this, Xiaonan candles left the dragon bone dragon skin brought out of the palace in another form of life on paper.

“Too old is a fierce age star, but when you encounter the dragon's bliss, you also have to glow. This black dragon calendar... you keep the cold food. As soon as you change too old, you summon the black dragon to suppress the age. Mayor Li has me. If it's not convenient for you, call Qingming out and don't hold on, but don't call New Year's Eve. You don't have to worry about this...“

In this way, Xiaonan candle arranged the work. Xiao Nan candle did not forget to fake public and private hands. Xiao Nan nodded, but he was somewhat uncomfortable to ask if he needed help. When he said that, Xiao Nan candle also pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled, then nodded and shouted directly at the old yellow calendar on the wall.

“Of course, without two professional bodyguards, they haven't come yet, eh, party building, army building, are you two ready?!! What took you so long? Where are the people? ”

The author has something to say: Thank you for the comfort, thank you for the lady under the corridor dropping the mine WOW...

There are two gods from the wrong painting, hahaha