Aside from the treasures in the store, even though they were stupid, they suddenly understood that the person in front of them must be a senior and far away from the two of them.

They looked at each other and whispered respectfully, "Goodbye, older generation." I am a disciple of the Purple Jade Sect. I'm angry today. I hope you can forgive me. ”

"Four hundred and fifty taels of gold, do you have it?" Qin Feng said in a low voice.

They looked at each other. As cultivators, if they are spirit stones, there are still some, but in the secular world at this time, there is not so much gold and silver. Of course, if they are allowed to go back and prepare, then don't say four thousand, or even forty thousand, they can be taken out.

Qin Feng sighed when he saw their thoughts. When he called out to his right hand, he grabbed the gap ring around the waists of the two of them. He wiped it gently. Suddenly, the doctor's face turned red. He took a few steps back and swallowed a mouthful of blood.

In his eyes, the color of respect is stronger. Qin Feng's touch had already removed his spiritual consciousness.

With a slight shake, all the pictures in it flew out one by one and landed on the original positions of the surrounding shelves, without any mistakes, as if they had not been moved.

"Go back. "Next time you come, bring enough gold. Qin Feng said, his right hand waved inadvertently, and this space ring was immediately sent to the cultivator. He and his two corpses were then pushed to the door of the store by a powerful force.

At the moment of hitting the door, the door of the store suddenly opened, and after the two were pushed out, the door closed.

In this book, more than 10 miles away, the two practitioners finally stopped, their eyes revealing unimaginable fear and fear. In their eyes, the young people in the store have profound attainments.

Both of them were quiet. The two of them secretly called for good luck, looked at each other, and hurried away. They were two cultivators in the royal palace.

They saw that the painting was extraordinary. After inquiry, they found Xu Tao, who was having fun. They come here all night. After just going behind the scenes, both of them were so frightened that their nerves were about to break, and they didn't dare to think about that store at all.

"Senior brother, this matter is very important. "Report to the clan as soon as possible. "One of them is still terrified.

"What Senior Brother said is true!" Some people also said that their purple jade sect was within thousands of miles in this area, and this was also a veritable sect. There are more than a dozen experts in Zhenyuanjing. This must be of interest to senior management.

In fact, they were lucky. If it was Qin Feng, who had just returned from Tianfeng Mountain a year ago, under the influence of the Road of Death, Qin Feng had a heavy sense of killing in his heart, then they had no other way to go except death. But now, Qin Feng let them go.

It's their luck.

Qin Feng sat in the shop, took a sip of wine, and muttered, "This year, although the Avenue of Death is far beyond the Avenue of Life, my heart has changed. He smiled, turned back to the back room, and lay down on the bed.

Time flies quickly, half a month has passed. It's getting colder. There was snow outside.

Wu Junnan's depressed spirit seemed to be venting, and he gradually regained his calm. Although he still did not want to, at least he showed the facts. He is slowly rediscovering the shadows of his past. He also began to try to really calm down and draw with Qin Feng.

"Brother Feng, can you let me go back now?" Wu Junnan put down his paintbrush and asked sincerely.

Qin Feng looked at his painting. It's a misty wonderland. Two men and a woman sat side by side on a large rock, looking at the fairy hall opposite. There are white clouds covering the flowing water and every mountain stream. Very beautiful. The faces of the three were filled with innocent and contented laughter.

Qin Feng knew that it was the edge of the Red Yang Hall of Huoyuan Peak. He and the fat man Tian Tian used to look across Suwon Peak, and they were making fun of each other. --Although the fat man's painting was a bit clumsy, he could feel Qin Feng's emotions.

Wu Junnan added: "You know, I have no ambitions. I can avoid being bullied by others. Eat and drink well. It's better to have another beautiful girl chasing me. Now that you are strong, the Star Heaven Sect is also strong. Even if I wanted to do it now, I couldn't do it. Let me go back and enjoy the rest of my life. ”

Qin Feng looked at Wu Junnan: "The ordinary life here is full of tranquility and great wisdom. Do you really want to live in seclusion with me?"

Wu Junnan said: "I know that Brother Feng is practicing here in seclusion, but I have completely disrupted your practice rhythm here. In this way, I am not happy and I delay you. Why?"

Qin Feng was silent. To be honest, Wu Junnan was right. He wants.

Pressed for time. The fat man has been gone for two years. This year is the third year of Qin Feng in Dayuan City.

The tiger is getting taller and stronger. He also had several neighbors around him. The owner of the Kongjiabao workshop died of illness, and the owner offered the shop to others.

The tiger's parents' faces gradually wrinkled slightly. Although they are still young, they cannot withstand the baptism of time.

It is worth mentioning that in the past two years, the surrounding neighbors have become more and more familiar with Qin Feng, and many people have come to him to talk about relatives. I wonder if the neighbors are more comfortable after the fat man is gone. But every time he was politely rejected by Qin Feng.

Xu Dian's second son also married a wife and gave birth to a fat child. After Xu Tao came back, he came to Qin Feng respectfully and gave him a hundred taels of gold, saying that His Royal Highness was very filial.

In fact, in the past two years, Xu Tao has come here every Chinese New Year with a lot of gold. Qin Feng would not refuse.

In the past two years, Qin Feng has experienced birth, old age, sickness and death. Although he witnessed the deaths of countless people and the suicide of many people, his sense of death has never been stronger.

He had never meditated or touched a sword in the past two years. He paid little attention to his achievements. He hadn't looked inside for a long time.

In those two years, those two practitioners came here once. After offering a lot of gold and silver, they took the three paintings with great respect. They didn't know Qin Feng's identity. The head of the Ziyu Sect knew how to measure it, and he didn't dare to mention it to anyone, so he never came again.

In the past two years, Qin Feng's shop has gradually become famous in the west of the city. Although there are not many guests, it is better than the one that did not open in the first year.

However, most of the people who come to the store are not ordinary people, but practitioners. Basically, nine times out of ten are practitioners.

Every connoisseur comes here to buy ordinary people's gold and silver paintings. In the last two years, many paintings have been sold. Qin Feng had accumulated a large shelf of gold and silver.

In the west of Dayuan City, people are a little strange. Gradually, they became famous in the world of practice.

Qin Feng is always calm and unchanging. What he wants is a person's heart, a person's life experience, a sense of heavenly reincarnation. The store was just a tool for him to know about heaven. This painting too.

At this time, seeing that the New Year was approaching, Qin Feng came out of the store and sat at the door of the store, looking at the passers-by outside. In his eyes, he has deep memories.

This is the third year he has spent in Dayuan City. Every time, he feels different, but there is one thing that is unique, and that is how he felt about his childhood.

In the iron shop directly opposite the shop, the tiger soon came out, with some fireworks in his hand, and played excitedly. Seeing the tiger, Qin Feng's eyes showed a hint of joy. The child has almost grown up in the last three years, going from 11 to 14 years old.

Last year, Beard couldn't stand his father's nagging and began to learn ironmaking tools. However, when he has time, he will still go to Qin Feng to see his paintings.

Although Huzi doesn't come often, a pot of fruit wine every day has never been broken.

As soon as the fireworks were released, Huzi shouted and ran towards Qin Feng. He sat on the cold wooden bench next to him, not feeling cold at all. Instead, he frowned and said, "Uncle Qin, a few days ago I heard from my father that Manager Lu of Dongfang was going to marry his daughter to you. Why don't you agree? I secretly met his daughter. She's fine. ”

Qin Feng smiled, touched the tiger's head and said, "Uncle has a daughter-in-law." ”

"Ahh