Cold Clouds

Chapter 165 Mid-Autumn Festival

Lin Xiaoxiao returned to Jinlan City. She had basically finished all the things in Fusheng. Tomorrow was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there would be celebrations. It was also her birthday, so she could have a good day.

No, it seems like I'm just playing all the time...

But tomorrow is a celebration, there will definitely be fireworks and acrobatics, and there will definitely be mooncakes to eat during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It’s great. It’s my first time celebrating Mid-Autumn Festival since I came to this world, and I haven’t eaten mooncakes for a long time.

Lin Xiaoxiao sighed and recalled that in her previous life, she worked day and night as a wage earner, getting up early to eat - work - coming home late to eat and sleep.

I never get to eat mooncakes or green rice dumplings because I'm always too busy. I have to go to work after the festival and I don't have a chance to buy something to eat. When I have free time, I just sleep, eat something, take a break, and then go back to work.

Damn it, did the company go bankrupt? If it didn't go bankrupt, Lin Xiaoxiao would not be happy.

Can I go back after ascending? Ye Yuxie can travel through time, so can I? I will go back and see if that broken place has closed down. If it hasn't closed down, I will build it up.

The branch office was also promoted.

While walking in Jinlan City, Lin Xiaoxiao discovered that several pastry shops had already made mooncakes and were selling them.

Well, very good. Lin Xiaoxiao walked into a snack shop.

She wanted to see whose food was the best.

After visiting all the dim sum shops in Jinlan City, Lin Xiaoxiao contentedly wrote a few words for a dim sum shop.

Although her handwriting is not ugly, it is not beautiful either. But it is very valuable and it is very prestigious to hang it up.

Sure enough, as soon as Lin Xiaoxiao left, the dim sum shop began to publicize the matter.

Lin Xiaoxiao ate a lot of mooncakes in revenge. As for how many there were... you can imagine that the amount of mooncakes was enough to fill two mineral water bottles, which are the ones found in normal water dispensers.

Lin Xiaoxiao bought a small windmill and started taking a walk.

To be honest, after this revengeful meal of mooncakes, she felt that she would not eat mooncakes for a while.

But tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, what does it mean to be tired of eating today...

Forget it, just take a good sleep.

Lin Xiaoxiao was playing with a small windmill and walking leisurely on the street.

Her cultivation level had improved, and she didn’t feel full after eating so many mooncakes, so she bought a candied haws and ate it while walking.

There are already some street performers in the city, most of whom are ordinary people with no cultivation.

Lin Xiaoxiao still doesn’t understand how these people did it. It’s really amazing.

Lin Xiaoxiao squatted in front of a street performer and watched him swallow a sword.

It's really magical. Although there won't be any big problem for Lin Xiaoxiao to swallow the sword, she will definitely be injured, but the injury will heal immediately.

How did he do that? Could it be a retractable sword? Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the sword that the street performer had pulled out, was stunned for a moment, and then applauded with the people around her.

It's not a retractable sword, it's a real sword.

Yes, a real sword! Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the street performer with a change of expression, and threw a spirit stone into the man's bowl.

Before leaving, Lin Xiaoxiao took another look at the sword. The sword body was dull grey with blood grooves on it. There was a coiled dragon pattern engraved on the hilt. The overall look was grey, like an ordinary street vendor.

But Lin Xiaoxiao felt the antiquity of the sword, and when she probed her spiritual power into it, she discovered that the sword was made of just ordinary iron and copper.

But the murderous aura contained in the sword was frighteningly strong. It must be a battlefield weapon stained with a lot of blood.

Moreover, the sword had come to life and recognized the young man as its master. Lin Xiaoxiao looked back at the street artist again and narrowed her eyes.

"Mu Yingxiao, do you know him?" Lin Xiaoxiao asked softly, and Mu Yingxiao's voice followed.

"Not sure, but it should be," Mu Ying smiled with a slight smile, "The sword of the King of Southern Xinjiang, the Thousand-Handed Great Sage Dugu Ping, is called 'Fanjian'."

"It is made of refined iron and copper. There is a lot of blood of the powerful on the sword. It absorbs the killing intent and condenses it into the sword, becoming a peerless magic weapon." Mu Ying narrowed his eyes and smiled, "That kid is a corpse."

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, then was stunned for a moment, and the look in her eyes towards the street performer became increasingly strange.

It was really a corpse. Before, she just checked whether the street performer had spiritual power, but now she realized that the man was not alive at all.

The heart was beating, the blood was flowing, but the Dantian was dead silent. It was not the common kind that could not be cultivated, but it was full of dead energy, which could not be seen at first glance.

Corpse...what on earth is controlling his body?

Perhaps seeing Lin Xiaoxiao's confusion, Mu Ying smiled and said, "It should be the sword spirit."

"Then it should be okay." Lin Xiaoxiao felt relieved. The sword spirit's words wouldn't cause any trouble. She was just afraid that it was the way of heaven again.

But it's better to pay attention to it. Lin Xiaoxiao took out a paper man from the mustard seed bag, passed a wisp of soul thought into it, and let it fly out.

After releasing the paper figurine, Lin Xiaoxiao ignored the street performer and went all the way back to the Yunjian Sect.

After watching Shen Yu and Jin Xiaomeng practice their moves for a while, Lin Xiaoxiao nodded.

Well, the training is pretty good. Lin Xiaoxiao was quite satisfied. She walked around the Yunjian Sect and didn't see anyone from Song Hanyun.

Lin Xiaoxiao tried to contact him but failed.

So Lin Xiaoxiao went to find Qin Feng.

"Song Hanyun... is in seclusion, striving to achieve the state of spiritual transformation." Qin Feng said with a smile.

So... Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, but she felt something was wrong. Song Hanyun was in seclusion to reach the Spiritual Transformation stage? Then who was the person who had the breakthrough a few days ago...

strangeness.

However, she didn't care about Song Hanyun since he was in seclusion. She couldn't disturb him from breaking through.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lin Xiaoxiao leave.

You can't say that you're preparing fireworks for her birthday surprise, right? Wouldn't that be a revelation?

Lin Xiaoxiao returned to Yaowang Valley with some confusion, and lay on the bed, squinting her eyes comfortably.

She had never thought about the possibility that Song Hanyun would prepare another birthday for her.

Lin Xiaoxiao, who had no parents in her previous life and still has no parents in this life, has basically never celebrated her birthday. Every time she has a birthday, she just eats something casually to get by.

Sometimes she doesn't even remember.

It doesn't feel like anything important.

Lin Xiaoxiao yawned and fell asleep in a daze.

At this time, Song Hanyun was being taught by Luo Qin how to make fireworks.

"Of course you have to make the gift yourself! It's not that difficult to obtain the materials! Of course you have to work hard?" Luo Qin said, and began to tell Song Hanyun about fireworks.

"Luo Qin is still like this even after he became an old man? Hahahaha, he has been single all his life, but he cares so much about other people's love affairs," the voice of the Snow Demon Butterfly King sounded in Song Hanyun's ears, "He really hasn't changed at all."

"Oh..." Song Hanyun sighed. This is fine.

It’s better to do it yourself.

Mid-Autumn Festival — Lin Xiaoxiao’s birthday is tomorrow.