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Chapter 612 Telling you not to celebrate the festival!
"Why do we celebrate the Laba Festival? Because I need such a festival."

Li Dao served a bowl of porridge for each of them, even Leng Gongyue had a portion, which flattered the devil.

"I used to have no conditions in Juansha Town. I was either busy doing business or killing people. At that time, I was not rich, and the supplies in the border areas were very scarce. I didn't care about the seasons."

Li Dao gently blew on the hot air on the porridge, took a sip beautifully, and then said: "Now that we have time and conditions, why don't we just play for a while?"

"Everyone always has to find a reason to be lively, right? Life is so monotonous on weekdays, so why not find a reason to relax? I really hate you for not having a holiday? What's the point of being alive if you don't have a holiday every year."

Hong Qi said, "Boss, we are celebrating the festival."

"Oh? What festival are you celebrating?"

Hong Qi became interested and said, "Our Mingtang will hold Mingming Day every year starting from the third day of May. That day was the day when Mingtang was established more than 160 years ago."

"The generation of our family's ancestors, that is, the earliest 'Eighteen Beasts of the Hong Clan' set the tone of 'Clearly Bai Hong Family Hall' on that day."

Hong Jiu agreed with his brother, nodded and said, "That's right, at that time of the year, the Ming Hall is very lively. Everyone will hold a ceremony in Miao Suan City, and the whole Ming Sanzhou is full of joy."

"There are lanterns and festoons everywhere, what's more, many people will choose this day as an auspicious day for marriage and various performances."

"Wrestling, martial arts competition, boat race, horse race, the most interesting thing is the 'Night Wing Dark Cloud Beast' contest sent by each house. Whichever house wins, the ancestor will personally award this house."

"As for what the reward is, it depends on the mood of the ancestor. In short, it must be a treasure, and the people below will open big and small bets on this."

"There is such a handicap in the entire Ming Sanzhou. There are many people who gamble against each other. The 'Understanding Day' lasts for half a month. During this half month, Ming Sanzhou is having a carnival."

"From the [-]th of May, during the remaining period until June, the Mingtang will be closed for twelve days. From the ministry hall to the deacon, there is no need to do any work during this period."

Hearing what they were saying, Li Dao hesitated for a moment, and asked, "You guys, did you live this life all those years ago?"

Hong Qi asked suspiciously: "Chinese New Year? Why do you want to celebrate the New Year? Isn't it normal to go through twelve months and then go to the next year? It's the same as the reincarnation mentioned by Buddhism."

Li Dao asked: "Don't you think the last day of December is very meaningful? It represents the beginning of the next one. Spring is coming, Spring Festival, spring..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly didn't know how to express it. The four seasons in this world are very strange, and each season is clearly defined as three months.

Spring begins in March and ends in May. It suddenly becomes hot in June and lasts until August. Autumn begins in September, and the first day of December brings cold wind and cold air.

It seems that an inexplicable force is manipulating the changes of the four seasons. It is the same everywhere in Middle Earth. There is no such thing as spring coming earlier in the south than in the north.

There is no such thing as the north being colder than the south—of course, except for the forbidden areas of the four poles, like the Forbidden Forest of the Extreme North, as long as you enter that area for a short time, you will only be greeted by extreme coldness.

Strictly speaking, in Middle-earth, the last day of February is the "Spring Festival", so on December [-]th, it can't represent anything.

Therefore, there is no such thing as a good year, a good month, a big month, or a small month. Each month is like a fixed gear, with only 30 days.

As for measuring auspicious and inauspicious days, they are all calculated by the Taoist "Dayi Tianyan Technique", so there is no so-called "Yellow Calendar", let alone a "calendar".

Therefore, there are no so-called solar terms, and those festivals are actually similar to "birthdays"... Well, there may be more festivals of "the people of all ages" because they have existed for a long time.

As soon as the faction rises, the faction prospers. Mingtang has existed for more than 100 years and nearly 200 years, and has such strength, which is quite rare.

As for the other sects, heh, let’s not talk about it.

Because of these reasons, Li Dao didn't know if this world was a planet or not, and he didn't know if it would work. Looking up at the sun, moon and stars always gave him a very "fake" feeling.

Of course, he didn't want to explore these things either. He wasn't a scientist, he just wanted to find the "door" to go home.

With a long sigh, Li Dao looked at Yin Suyan with a smile, and asked, "What's the 'holiday' for your Nine Eagles?"

Yin Suyan thought for a while, then asked: "Does the anniversary of my father's death count?"

Li Dao: "..."

Taking a deep breath, Li Dao didn't want to talk to her, then looked at Leng Gongyue and asked, "Where are you 'Demon Gate'? What festival is there?"

Leng Gongyue hesitated for a while, then asked cautiously: "Why...why do you want to celebrate the festival?"

"Your saint Lin Xiaoxiao, isn't the day when you were 'born by a disciple' worth remembering?"

Li Dao asked: "She was born by a disciple, this is a miracle~, who in this world was born by a disciple? Don't you guys celebrate that day... Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

Li Dao suddenly realized that he was such an idiot that he would ask the devil such a question. Apart from doing things for no purpose in their minds, how could there be such a concept as "festival"?
If they had such thoughts, how could they be devils?
Seeing that it was late and the porridge was almost finished, Li Dao ordered everyone to rest early, and after a few days, when more Banshanmen came, he set off for Chenzhou.

When the time comes, they will be mighty and upright, let's see who dares to stop them.

In fact, everyone was already full during the banquet at Hu's residence, and they were forced to drink porridge by Li Dao. At this time, they wanted to go to bed early.

After saying a few words casually, they each went back to their rooms and went to sleep.

That night, after they were all asleep, Li Dao quietly came to Leng Gongyue's room and beat her up hard.

While beating, he yelled and cursed: "I told you not to pass the festival! I told you not to pass the festival..."

Leng Gongyue was very confused and shed tears of grievance, but is there something wrong with festivals?What did we demons do wrong, can this world be better... the air is shaking and cold.

After Li Dao finished beating the devil, he returned to his room refreshed and continued to perfect "Sword Twenty-Three".

……

That night, in another city not far from Yunxi City, people from the General's Mansion and others rushed here, and found an inn to stay at random.

For some reason, Zhao Xuanran suddenly wanted to drink porridge, so when everyone was discussing things, she drank porridge while listening to their words.

(End of this chapter)