The Night Sky on New Year's Eve

The villagers of Xiushui Village were about to congratulate each other at home when they suddenly saw flashes of light disappear into the night, followed by a series of loud "bangs" from the sky above.

Some terrified villagers thought it was a series of thunderclaps in the sky, but when they looked up, they were surprised to see a dazzling Wuguang.

Huge fireworks exploded in the inky night sky, dazzling and brilliant.

The villagers, who were initially somewhat frightened, gradually became captivated by the breathtaking scenery.

Those enormous flowers were all different, displaying colors they had never seen before.

Although each firework is fleeting, an even more dazzling one will soon follow.

This fleeting beauty was reflected time and again in the eyes of every villager in Xiushui Village, as if to fill the void of color in their previous lives, painting a dream of surprise for them this New Year.

The children weren't as shocked as the adults; after a brief moment of surprise, their eyes were filled with joy.

Children don't know how to suppress their emotions, and they shouted "Ahhh!" amidst the loud "bang" sounds of fireworks exploding.

Covering her ears, she excitedly ran out of the house, eager to find her friends and revel under the unprecedentedly lively night sky.

But as soon as I stepped outside, I turned around and saw my neighbor rushing out of their house.

So, as if they were telepathically connected, the children formed groups and chased and played tirelessly through the village.

While playing around, they kept looking up at the fireworks in the sky, filled with joy.

After Lin Xiao spoke, the elders on the mountain had been eagerly anticipating what the children would do next.

I had also made various guesses and preparations in my mind.

However, everyone was still pleasantly surprised by the sight before them.

Even Liao Pantu and Liu Chun were the same.

In fact, they had seen far more magnificent scenes in the Immortal Cultivation Realm than what was before them.

But they were struck by the children's sharing of this romance.

Previously, they had never considered what their cultivation could be used for besides self-preservation and climbing the ranks.

Until he met Lin Xiao and the Lingxian Sect.

So, cultivating immortality can involve doing things like this.

Share it with ordinary people, share it with family and friends.

They imagined that Lin Xiao and his group of teenagers must be incredibly happy right now.

Just as they expected.

Lin Xiao and his group, who had been setting off fireworks all over the village, were now hiding in a dark corner, listening to the joyful laughter and merriment coming from every household amidst the sounds of fireworks.

Looking at the beautiful scenery they had created in the sky, everyone felt incredibly satisfied.

Now, everyone in the village is happy about the beautiful scenery they created.

They thought that all the villagers must be happy now, just as Brother Xiao had said.

He Siyou, along with his wife and daughter, was also in the courtyard of their home, gazing in awe at the magnificent fireworks in the night sky.

He Siyou, sitting on the stone platform in the courtyard with one arm around his wife, murmured:

"This... is this paradise...?"

Although he had seen fireworks before, these fireworks were completely different from all the withered and small fireworks he had ever seen before.

He used to think fireworks were incredibly beautiful, and he would always take his wife and daughters out to watch them during holidays.

Now, compared to such splendor, all we can say is that it's 'shriveled and thin'.

Each of these fireworks was as large as a peony in full bloom in a painting, almost filling the entire sky above Xiushui Village.

The colors will also change in various ways.

Shape too.

"Dad, look! It's a rabbit!"

He Siyou's daughter watched the fireworks one after another, her little head turning back and forth, looking this way and then afraid of missing the newly opened one over there.

After the fireworks display had been blazing in the night sky for about fifteen minutes, everyone sensed that it was coming to an end.

Because the variety of fireworks in the sky gradually decreased, and the display became less extensive.

Everyone felt a pang of reluctance, but they also knew that such beautiful scenery, for so long, was more than enough.

Beautiful things are precious because they are rare.

Of course, this is what people think.

But Liao Pantu on the mountain knew that the little devils had exhausted their Spiritual Power.

The fireworks that remain now are probably the work of Lin Xiao, Jiang Youfu, and Sun Yigao, who possess the most profound Spiritual Power.

That is indeed the case.

Apart from the three of them, everyone else had gradually exhausted their Spiritual Power and had long since joined the village children in their screaming, laughing, and playing.

Only Lin Xiao and his two companions remained, continuing to weave dreams for everyone.

However, Lin Xiao and the others had already agreed beforehand that they wouldn't wait until everyone's Spiritual Power was exhausted; half an hour would be enough.

So, nearly half an hour later, the villagers saw that the fireworks in the sky, which had originally displayed various patterns, suddenly changed.

It turned into words.

At Village Chief Du's home, his three-year-old grandson tugged at his Village Chief Du and asked in a childish voice:

"Grandpa, are those words?"

Village Chief Du nodded kindly to him and said:

"Yes, dear Dou'er is so smart. Grandpa will teach you how to pronounce those four characters as 'Fu Shou An Kang'."

"May you enjoy good fortune, longevity, and peace? What does that mean, Grandpa?"

"May you enjoy longevity, peace, and good health. This means that Dou'er and everyone in our village will live long, healthy, and peaceful lives."

Meanwhile, in the He Household courtyard, He Siyou's daughter was tugged at his sleeve and shaking it while pointing at the air, as if she had been injected with chicken blood:

"Father! Look at that 'Peace and Joy'! That's our teacher's handwriting! It must be!"

His daughter's name is He Shaojun.

Since He Shaojun started school, he has almost always seen Sun Yigao's handwriting, so he can recognize it at a glance now.

He Siyou raised an eyebrow and teased her:

"These characters look almost identical to those in calligraphy books outside. How can you be so sure?"

To everyone's surprise, his daughter crossed her arms dismissively and said haughtily:

"No, that's not true at all. Our teacher's calligraphy is superb; the elegance and spirit of each stroke are incomparable to the ordinary calligraphy copybooks sold in shops."

Her mother, Madam He, then laughed and said:

"No wonder we haven't seen you practicing calligraphy these days. It seems you think those calligraphy models aren't as good as your teacher's."

He Siyou cherished his only daughter dearly. Although he had always wanted to send her to a private school, but none of them would accept her, it did not stop him from nurturing her from a young age.

Therefore, He Shaojun's knowledge did not come from entering the private school.

He Shaojun was overjoyed to see his teacher's handwriting.

"Father, Mother, let me tell you, our tutor is amazing! Unlike those female tutors you used to hire, he teaches with ease, quoting classics and making learning fun. Besides, he's a celestial being! He even knows Law Technique!"