Comparing the body shape of the old man and the big man, I am afraid that if a few punches are smashed, it will really smash a human life, Murong frowned slightly, and a wisp of green qi appeared on his fingertips...... "Go and call the police, it's not good to kill people." Someone next to him shouted.

Murong Xianxian's heart moved, and he quietly wiped away the green qi from his fingertips, and pretended to take out his mobile phone and dial 110...... She has become accustomed to using her own strength to solve the problems she encounters, but she has forgotten that she is now in a country with a sound legal system.

"Old fellow, come to Lao Tzu's shop again, I see you fight once and again, you are so old, and you still have a thief nature!" The big man punched a few times, and didn't seem to use much strength, so he stood up, spat at the old man angrily, and squatted down to find some small goods in the old man's clothes.

Thief?

Murong Xianxian felt a little dumbfounded, she was a little glad, if someone hadn't shouted 'call the police' in time, I was afraid that she would have staged an oolong.

"Old thing, why don't you get out of here, the police will come in a while, don't make a mess of the police. The big man searched for what he had lost, and seemed to be in a much better mood, kicked the old man, and turned to leave.

The old man lay on the ground and pretended to be dead for a while, and when he saw that no one paid attention to her, he got up again and slapped the dust off his body and walked away.

It's also a kind of life.

Murong Xianxian looked at the old man's back silently, turned to leave, she was in an alley adjacent to Wangfujing Street, at a price of 150,000 yuan, put down a storefront, and after tidying up, she moved in.

If you want to fly immortals, you must understand the way of heaven and understand life, and every step of the foundation must be laid, otherwise it is like a tree without roots, water without a source, consumed and consumed, people are finished, and flying immortals are unexpected.

Ordinary Mahayana monks have cultivated for thousands of years, and they have enough time to appreciate life, and even the process of their cultivation is a process of appreciating life. But Murong Xian was different, in comparison, her cultivation speed was too fast...... With her accumulation, it is no longer a problem to advance to Mahayana, but she has been suppressing herself and not allowing her to break through the last level, just to deepen her understanding of life.

Perhaps this is a little incomprehensible to ordinary monks, but only when we go that far can we understand how difficult and important this is for a practitioner.

The so-called small hidden in the wilderness, big hidden in the city, Murong Xianxian at this time, hidden in this bustling mortal city, quietly felt its heavenly way, felt the reincarnation, in order to break through the pure yang and enter the Mahayana, making comprehensive preparations.

The shop that Murong Xianxian rented was not on the main street of Wangfujing, but it was relatively remote, and it was difficult to see it if she didn't look carefully, and the business she did was even more out of the way...... Gallery.

Yes, Murong Xianxian has taken art classes in addition to his student days, that is, drawing talismans can barely be regarded as the category of 'painting'.

However, one thing is certain, more than 100 years of life, in addition to cultivation, Murong Xianxian is not idle, there is still some artistic accomplishment, she thinks that the paintings she painted, although they cannot be said to be masterpieces, but it is more than enough to maintain a street gallery. And...... Does she really need the money from selling her paintings to make ends meet?

In the early morning, Murong Xianxian opened the door of the store, just like a normal businessman, tidying up the inside and outside of the door. She had already called to order a batch of materials needed for painting, as well as some tools for mounting them, and after she had cleaned up inside and outside the store, she went to the breakfast stall at the mouth of the alley to buy four steaming big meat buns, as well as a large bowl of porridge and a small plate of pickled cucumbers.

"Girl, can you eat alone?"

The stall owner was a white-haired old lady, and she was a little surprised to see Murong Xianxian holding a bun and munching on a table.

"It should ...... Eat it. Murong Xianxian didn't understand what it meant.

"Nowadays, girls pay attention to keeping in shape, and you are quite special. The old lady said with a smile.

"Hehe, I have a special physique, and I don't get fat no matter how I eat. Murong Xian smiled.

After a certain level of cultivation, even if she is an ugly girl without salt, it is very easy to be beautiful, but except for some strange things, it is rare to do so.

I don't know why, this ordinary breakfast actually made Murong Xianxian feel a strange feeling in his heart, this kind of emotion is very strange and familiar, and it has not appeared for many years.

After she finished breakfast, she walked around Wangfujing to eat, and when she came back, she was catching up with the delivery people. Pen, ink, paper, inkstones, various utensils for mounting, etc., filled the small room used as a warehouse at the back.

Sending away the delivery person, Murong Xianxian prepared to start painting. Otherwise, what will she sell when the walls are empty.

Unfolding the drawing paper and grinding the ink, Murong Xianxian began to recall the first time he took art class...... Not a teacher, her first painting was taught to her by her mother.

These memories gradually came to mind, Murong Xianxian was silent for a long time, the brush in his right hand was dipped in ink, and he began to draw in a dragon and snake manner.

Gradually, in the process of painting, Murong Xianxian vaguely found the family affection that had passed away for more than 100 years, and it seemed that in this brush painting, she returned to her childhood again, and returned to the old tube building where she had lived for a long time.

At this moment, the true yuan in Murong Xian's body suddenly came into motion, and gradually merged into the painting paper along the brush in her hand......

Time passed unconsciously, and Murong Xianxian had already stopped his pen and looked at the painting on the desktop stupidly. In this painting, a young woman with a beautiful face and a kind smile is depicted.

Although she was wearing an ordinary dress, she couldn't hide her elegant temperament.

In terms of painters, this painting can only be regarded as medium and upper, but the whole painting seems to have spirituality, faintly exuding a strange atmosphere, as if the person on the painting can walk down at any time. Murong Xian looked at the portrait in a daze, and a sense of pathos welled up in his heart.

Her right hand seemed to be rubbing the portrait, and she was worried that it would be damaged, so she muttered to herself, "Mom, my daughter misses you...... Would love ......."

After being silent for a long time, Murong Xianxian put the portrait aside, and laid out a piece of drawing paper again, and the whole person's spirit was immersed in it, and he drew it one stroke at a time.

This time it took a little longer than the last time, and in the blink of an eye, lunch time was over. However, whether or not to eat the fireworks food did not have a great impact on Murong Xianxian, and she was eating those fireworks food now just for the sake of her tongue and that memory.

When she put down her brush again, there was still a portrait on the table. This time it was an elderly couple, the man was majestic and kind, the woman was dignified and kind, and the two old men stared ahead, as if they were waiting, and as if they were welcome.

Putting the two paintings in one place, Murong Xianxian exhaled deeply and spread a piece of drawing paper again.

Time was slowly passing, and Murong Xianxian was painting except for her normal rest time, and she never stopped. Occasionally, she would frame the painted paintings and hang them on the walls.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed, compared with a month ago, Murong Xianxian's gallery, the goods have gradually increased, and the walls around the gallery are full of vivid portraits, these portraits are men and women, old and young, all kinds of movements, each flowing with a different charm.

The characters on these portraits, in addition to Murong Xianxian's deceased relatives, also her impressions of neighbors, classmates, etc., and even some of his enemies, these people have long since passed away, but at this time, under Murong Xianxian's brush, they have been resurrected in another form.

In the past month, there has not been a single guest in Murong Xianxian's gallery, but Murong Xianxian doesn't mind, she is immersed in painting, and even her cultivation has stopped.

On this day, Murong Xianxian was painting a painting of an eagle catching a chicken, I don't know why, when she painted the eagle, she unconsciously made it exude an aura from the ancient wilderness, and the eagle was also slightly deformed...... The image it painted, if a practitioner sees it, will definitely recognize it at a glance, this is a miniature version of the Dapeng.

While she was painting, there was a wind chime at the door, and the door of the store was pushed open, and a girl with a ponytail leaned in cautiously to take a look.

The girl was stunned for a moment when she saw Murong Xianxian, but she was quickly attracted by the paintings around her...... In addition to a part of the portraits, there is also a large part of the portraits of various spirit animals.

At first, the girl was looking at the door with her neck stretched, but when she looked at it, she couldn't help but walk in, and after a while, she turned around and looked at Murong Xianxian, and asked in surprise: "Auntie, are these all painted by you?"

Aunt?

Hearing this title, Murong Xian smiled dumbly, the paintings in her hand had been finished, she came to those paintings, took a picture of the golden carp traveling waves from the wall and displayed it in front of the little girl: "Do you like it?"

"Yes, but I don't have any money. The girl nodded excitedly, but then her face turned gloomy again.

"I don't want money, I'll give it to you. Murong Xian smiled slightly, rolled up the painting, and stuffed it into the little girl's hand.

After the girl took the painting, she immediately cheered, cherished it in her hand, and said to Murong Xian in a crisp voice: "Thank you, Auntie, I opened a bun shop at the mouth of the alley, goodbye." ”

As she spoke, she ran out of the gallery quickly, and shouted loudly, "Grandma, look, this is from my aunt." ”

Murong Xianxian stood up and walked to the door, only to see an old lady coming out of a bun at the entrance of the alley diagonally opposite, and she looked at the girl lovingly.

The girl ran to her, the old lady took the scroll and unfolded it, her eyes immediately lit up, she looked up at Murong Xianxian, hesitated slightly, approached with the scroll, and said, "The child is not sensible, boss, how much is this thing?" R1152