Chapter 645: Seeking Immortals, Inquiring the Dao

A few days ago, Chang'an was hit by heavy snow. It kept falling endlessly, turning the whole city into a white expanse. Yet the East Market and West Market of Chang'an still opened as usual, though the merchants inside were far fewer than before.

Pedestrians on Zhuque Avenue hurried by, leaving footprints of varying depth in the snow. Some shops in the alleys remained open—those selling rice, millet cakes, and fabrics were all still doing business.

In the end, everyone had to do things they didn't like, studying "knowledge" that made them want to vomit at just a glance.

Luòfēng naturally knew he was unsuited for that imperial instrument; the moment he saw it, he thought it hideously ugly, and whether an imperial instrument matches depends entirely on the first impression.

As soon as the photo was taken, Ye Fan felt a sudden throb in his heart, a strong sense of danger; his hair stood on end like being shocked. Moreover, his pores tightened, forming a layer of goosebumps as hard as copper beans.

Because they saw Jiang Jichen's palms simultaneously conjure two clusters of seven‑colored alchemical immortal fire.

Luòfēng peeled potatoes while glancing sideways at Chi Tong, who was solemnly snacking; Chi Tong hadn't stopped talking since he started cooking.

Fan Lang only cared for the primordial spirit that was fated to him; no matter how powerful other souls were, they held no appeal. The chain and sword in his hand vanished, and he walked to Luo Shen's side, gently embracing her to soothe her spirit.

She stared down at the money for a long time; when she finally lifted her head to ask, Yan Feng in front of her had already returned to the backstage kitchen.

"Hahaha, Captain, I've already given you enough face; I admit your individual combat skill is outstanding, but I don't believe you can leave this place alive today!" Yan Jing said coldly.

"They actually didn't kill you; you're lucky," Fan Lang said, looking at the rescued Yue Yifei with a faint smile.

That day, the council hall was filled with the heroes of Liang Shan; Wang Lun sat at the head of the upper seat, Li Zhu sat to his left on the lower side, author Zhu Wu, and the others—Wang Jin, Shi Bao, Du Qian, Song Wan, and so on—sat in order.

"He didn't say, but he's now at the second‑floor elevator; seems he wants to give you something—go and you'll see!" Qian Xiaoli said, then pushed the door into a side private room. As the well‑sound‑proofed room's door opened and closed, a man's wolf‑like howl from the film crew echoed, making Su Qing smile.

"We thank the two Divine Generals for your aid; without you, our Sar Natural Elf Branch would have been completely wiped out today!" the chief of the Natural Elf Branch said sincerely, then prepared to kneel and kowtow to the two.

"They work on the first day of the month; we work on the fifteenth." Li Chenglong, though not a villain, is no saint either. After experiencing so many worlds and events, he has his own values.

Mr. He kept his word and arrived early the next morning, bringing not only a painting but also news of a collaboration.

Zhou Changtai and Zhao Di were practically acquaintances; hearing her say she wanted to renovate the inn seemed normal. Once the city's pipelines were completed, construction would proceed in phases across districts. Zhao Di's current shop was about to be demolished; with such good business, it couldn't be abandoned, so finding a new place to restart the stove was a very foresighted move.

But to return to the point, he now already has this identity and status. And the strength that others can trust, they would never encounter such a thing. He had long ago taken his younger brother and sister back to the country. I went mad, isolated myself, changed my title—would I still give my life for your lifelong affair?

"You mean you have a way?" Zi Xun, the Celestial Immortal, clutched a lifeline like a drowning person.

Zhong Rong turned around; the supermarket's transparent glass could not block his view. He saw the shoppers' eyes grow a bit fearful as they looked at Luo Run, occasionally nodding, their faces no longer bearing the previous anger.