In the twenty-second (middle) partridge shop, the occasional funeral made the evening snow building forcibly intercept the herald

As soon as Shi Nianyuan and Murong Shanfang walked into the Partridge Golden Building, Shi Nianyuan saw the horse-faced old shopkeeper who was resting on the rattan chair in the tea rest room of the shop, approached and greeted with a smile: "Shopkeeper Li, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The horse-faced old shopkeeper was stunned, his title of "horse shopkeeper" was well-known in Liuye City, and many people knew that their surname was actually Li, and they would also follow the humor and call themselves "horse shopkeepers", and there were not many people who called out "Li shopkeepers".

The horse-faced old shopkeeper took down the "Liuye Daily" covering his face, and saw Shi Nianyuan, who was smiling in front of him, jumped up with an old bone extremely agile, and responded with a long smile on his iconic horse face: "Ouch, hey, Young Master Shi, what kind of wind has blown you here! Welcome, welcome-" The horse-faced old shopkeeper looked inward, and hooked his hand to the nearest maid and called: "Xiaohua-Xiaohua!Go, hurry up and take out my treasured Jiangnan Prefecture Yuhang Yuqian Longjing!"

Shi Nianyuan looked at the old shopkeeper's long horse face, waved his hand and said in disgust: "It's okay, Shopkeeper Li, you don't have to make tea, look at your distressed look, I'm afraid that you will stumble on the price in order to earn back the tea money for a while." ”

"Young Master Shi said with a smile, borrowing Lao Qiao's ten guts, the old man didn't dare to stumble on Young Master Shi! Come on, come on, what does Young Master Shi need? Lao Qiao personally took Young Master Shi to choose!" The old horse-faced old shopkeeper said this, glanced at the heroic long-legged handsome girl beside Shi Nianyuan, and threw the ambiguous eyes between a man at Shi Nianyuan: "Don't look at Lao Qiao's skin like tree bark, it looks like old eyes are dizzy, but in fact, he has been immersed in this way for many years, what kind of person should match what kind of clothes and jewelry, that is Men'er Qing!"

Shi Nianyuan turned his head and glanced at Murong Shan, who was expressionless, and responded: "Shopkeeper Li, take me directly to pick up the sword spike and the spear." ”

"Young Master Shi has a good eye! If you want to talk about swords, guns, swords, and halberds, there is no old decay, but this sword ring, sword spike, gun tassel and halberd practice, no one in the whole Liuye dares to say that the goods are more colorful than the old decay here! Come on, come on, two, please here-"

......

The sky of Liuye City is snowing.

The snow was not heavy, but Li Cripple, who was in the Songbai Courtyard, felt too cold. To be honest, for decades, Li Cripple has spent much more time in the Mao Caishen account room than in his own Songbai Courtyard.

The pine and cypress courtyard is very wide, even wider than Shi Nianyuan's Lin Shen Courtyard, but such a wide courtyard, except for the pine and cypress courtyards that are still proudly green in the cold winter and heavy snow, and a bare pipa tree, the rest is lonely.

The lame housekeeper of Wuhou Mansion is actually a person who is quite afraid of loneliness.

There will always be many times in your life, obviously your heart is already turbulent, and the horses are in chaos, but in the eyes of others, you are just a little quieter and silent than usual, no one will feel strange, and no one will take the initiative to care about you.

Even if someone really cares, you will often find that there are some things that cannot be told to others, some things that do not need to be told to others, some things that cannot be told to others in words, and some things that others cannot understand even if they are told to others.

At these times, the first to come is loneliness, and the war with loneliness is destined to be single-handed.

Li Cripple bent down with some difficulty to pick up the tongs, added a few pear wood charcoal to the stove, and then moved the chair and stool to get closer to the stove, and found that after moving, Li Cripple smiled bitterly, and was about to get up and push behind the chair and stool, but someone had already pushed Li Cripple's chair forward from behind.

The visitor brought a stool from the side and sat down opposite Li Cripple.

"It's you...... Thank you. It seems that I have to obey the old man, and I don't hear when you came at all. Li lame put the book in his hand on the coffee table aside, and then took the teapot from the top of the coffee table and put it next to the stove to simmer.

"Master Mao is right, you always say that reading is a ball, but in fact, I like to read the most. The person who came approached a pair of plain hands and warmed up on the stove with Li Cripple, and the left and right sides of these plain hands had new cocoons.

Li Cripple smiled and said, "Most of them are Jiangnan scripts, or the kind with the Spring Palace." ”

The visitor glanced at the scroll that Li lame put on the coffee table and turned over nearly half of the book, because of stepping on the fairy road, the six senses were enhanced, and the visitor saw that on the page of the book was a poem, the author's surname was Li, and there was a sentence "The man should be a horizontal Wu hook, and the horse stepped on the twenty states of Qiyi". As far as the eye can see, there are several rosewood bookcases in the room, on which books are neatly arranged, and there are many bookmarks inserted between the books.

Liu Zisu retracted his gaze and said softly: "Zisu's father and mother went early, it was my uncle who brought up Shisu, when I was a child, my uncle often let Shisu read books, saying that jade is not cut and cannot be made, and people do not know if they don't learn; ”

In the stove, Li Cripple's new pear wood steel charcoal caught fire, crushing the old red charcoal below, shaking a burst of smoke and ashes, Liu Zisu fanned the flying smoke with his hand, obediently picked up the tongs, and tidied up the charcoal fire in the stove, and continued: "At that time, Zisu read, even if you can't read it, it's rare to understand a little, and you always read and forget." ”

Li lame stared at the red charcoal fire, as if he was looking at something extremely interesting: "Forget good, many things, forget is better than remember, reading is originally an empty thing for a bamboo basket." ”

Liu Zisu tilted his head and listened to Li Li's continuation: "But the basket will wash off the mud and dirt in the process of fetching water one at a time, and it will become cleaner and cleaner." Cripple, I really didn't like to read before, and I didn't even bother to look at my son who begged me to read his poems, until later, when my son who could write poems died in Western Xinjiang, I began to learn to read and write. ”

Li Cripple smiled calmly: "He once said that not reading is not enough to understand life, but later, Cripple, I read more books slowly, and found that my son was not quite right, if you don't understand life, you can't read at all." He's too young after all, but it's a pity, I don't have a chance to talk to him about reading. ”

Liu Zisu picked up the simmering tea, poured a cup for Li Cripple, thought about it, and poured herself a cup.

Li Cripple, who was holding the teacup, suddenly wanted to tell Liu Zisu about the past in the army when he used to bathe in ice and snow and warm himself with spirits. A cold wind rushed into the house at an untimely time, blowing the teacup in Li Cripple's hand to shake a little, Li Cripple took a sip of hot tea, tightened his body and attacked the army, and drank what he wanted to say with the tea.

The lame butler of the Wuhou Mansion, who had already exuded a late twilight old spirit, looked to the west: "In the past, when the young master was a child, I hugged the lame man many times. That day in the bun shop, Lao Zhang said that you are my granddaughter, and I want to be a fucking grandfather. ”

Liu Zisu stood up, walked to the window and closed the window, and said sweetly: "Grandpa, it's cold, the window is too open, and the air leaks tightly." ”

Li was stunned for a moment, then smirked, and his face was a little deeper.

......

At the foot of the Lieyang Mountain, the seventy-two hanging peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, and the sword peak.

On weekdays, no one cares about Wipe Sword Peak, and the spirit is forbidden.

The young man has been sitting alone in the white jade ring for a long time, the heavy snow has dyed the young man's head white, the young man put the saber spring Yin on his lap, closed his eyes and meditated, the young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes is thinking, in the past, that person also asked the sword with his heart.

Sensing the spiritual pressure behind him, Tian Haotian slowly opened his eyes.

Su Quan stepped on the snow, and the cloth stepped on the snow, making a rustling sound.

"What are you doing?" Tian Haotian stood up, his spiritual power drummed up, shaking off the snow on his body and his peaceful state of mind.

"Wipe Sword Peak is your family, no one else is allowed to come?" Su Quan walked in front of Tian Haotian and stood still: "Private fighting is strictly forbidden on the Tianshan Mountain, even if this is the White Jade Ring of Sword Sweeping Peak, as for opening the vigilance spirit ban?"

Tian Haotian put away Quan Yin and walked past Su Quan by mistake: "You can't care." ”

Su Quan didn't turn around, turned his back to Tian Haotian and said calmly: "It's not that the broken mirror can't be reunited, are you interested?"

Tian Haotian stopped: "Beat around the bush, so make a fuss." ”

Su Quan smiled and said: "In this world, most people speak in a roundabout way, flashing words, every word and sentence is subtle and complex, and they are always trying their best to waste their scheming, while the other part of the people are always trying to take strict precautions in vain, and in the end, they find that they have to go with the flow." ”

Quan Yin Sword made a clear sword groan, and Tian Haotian said softly: "The weak will go with the flow." ”

Su Quan stretched out his hand and caught a few pieces of falling snow: "No matter how strong or weak, people are greedy." ”

Tian Haotian sneered and said: "Su Quan, people do grow grass in people's hearts, some people will choose to pull weeds, and some people will be like Tian, who thinks that the wild grass has covered their ambitions." However, the most disgusting thing is the greed of people like you, who deceive themselves that there is no grass in the heavens and the earth, and then attribute everything to the hearts of the people. People like you don't deserve to be with Tian. ”

Tian Haotian's figure gradually faded away and disappeared into the heavy snow.

......

In the Jiangtao Courtyard, Ruohu, Liufeng Xue, Liufeng Shuang and Zhu Xianlan gathered in front of the stove in the hall house, in fact, because all the women were immortal cultivators, they didn't feel much cold.

Zhu Xianlan's face was slightly better than yesterday, and she muttered: "The monk steals the breath of heaven and earth, and wants to be in harmony with the Tao and always be with the Tao." Once you set foot in the Immortal Dao, you will be contaminated with the luck of the Great Dao, so the monks who are bent on the Great Dao will be self-disciplined when walking in the mortal world, and try not to interfere in mundane affairs with the Immortal Dao method. In particular, the slaughter of mortals is very easy to lead to heavenly dispatch and death. Speaking of this, Zhu Xianlan looked at Ruohu who had been busy all night and perfected the Soul Covering Array, took Ruohu's hand and said softly: "Good boy...... With your realm, how can you not understand that those laws will detract from your luck?"

Ruohu blinked with a pair of peach blossom eyes, smiled lightly, and did not answer, like a waterfall on the silver hair, there was an extra simple hairpin.

Liu Fengxue picked up the tongs and turned over the sweet potatoes that were buried in the ashes: "Madam, Xue'er smells ...... Shi Nianyuan said that Elder Zhao's luck had dried up, his life was almost exhausted, and he was now closing the death pass at the top of the Tianshan Mountains, wanting to break through the transcendent obstacles. According to what Madame said, the loss of luck will make the immortal road more rugged and difficult, and I don't know how Elder Zhao is now......" Liu Fengxue and Zhu Xianlan had just talked about the first acquaintance, and now when they heard Zhu Xianlan just mention the luck of the Immortal Dao, they remembered the old Taoist priest with kind eyebrows.

Zhu Xianlan flipped her hand, and a silver concentric lock appeared in her palm: "Elder Zhao's immortal wind bones, his heart has the meaning of returning to the basics, and he didn't accept the life yuan lock at the beginning, so he must still have some confidence in breaking through the transcendent obstacle." After a pause, Zhu Xianlan continued: "The origin of luck is far-reaching, but it is always difficult to get a glimpse of how it works. ”

Zhu Xianlan looked at Ruohu's eyebrows, and suddenly wanted to ask Shi Nianyuan the question that Shi Nianyuan proposed to Zhao Qianzi, causing the four ghosts to seek the soul of heaven, but did not tell herself.

Silent for a while, he shook his head, and finally didn't ask.

Nelly Eru pushed open the door, her face stained with a lot of charcoal, and she walked into the house with a bucket of pear wood charcoal in her hand, and threw a few sticks into the stove, and the smoke and ashes were raised. Liufeng Shuang hurriedly used his spiritual power, brushed away the dust and smoke, and then picked up the fire tongs to tidy up the charcoal that the elf girl threw indiscriminately, and then walked to the window and slightly pushed open some windows: "When I was a child, my mother often told Shuang'er that you can't close the doors and windows too tightly when you bake charcoal, you will get drunk." ”

......

Shi Nianyuan and Murong Shan, under the leadership of the old shopkeeper with a horse face, came to a jewelry counter, Shi Nianyuan casually pointed to a bunch of sword spikes and a few bundles of gun tassels hanging on the closet: "The sword tassel is given to me directly, and the gun tassel is packed." ”

Shi Nianyuan handed the handbag to Murong Shan, Murong Shan reached out and took it, and said, "Thank you." ”

The horse-faced old shopkeeper didn't expect Shi Nianyuan to be so casual and sloppy, and quietly glanced at the handsome girl with long legs next to him, seeing that he had no opinion, he muttered in his heart that there was still such a woman in the world who was not carefully selected to buy things.

Shi Nianyuan casually wrote a blank check from Jianshang Qianzhuang and handed it to the old shopkeeper with a horse face, and then took out the exclusive shopping card of Jianshang Qianzhuang with the number 001 and shook it: "Five folds, is there a problem?"

The horse-faced old shopkeeper took the check, saw the words three hundred taels of silver ingots on it, put it into his sleeve, and laughed: "Naturally not." ”

Murong Shan glanced at the handbag: "These bunches of guns are enough for a year's ration for an ordinary family of three or five." ”

Shi Nianyuan said with a smile: "There is such a delicate embroidery sewn on it, it costs money to spend money on a stitch and a thread, and there are more than three or five people to raise. ”

Murong Shan nodded and walked towards the door with Shi Nianyuan.

Suddenly, both of them paused at the same time and turned their gaze back.

At the middle staircase of the Partridge Golden Building, two young women with tulle faces walked down, and their clothing styles were very different from those of the Central Plains.

Shi Nianyuan Danfeng's eyes narrowed, and he whispered: "...... of the Western Regions"

The spiritual power in the monk's body is always circulating according to the circuit, if it is not deliberately suppressed, it will always involuntarily overflow the wisps of spiritual pressure, and the two tulle women also looked at Shi Nianyuan and Murong Shan, and when they passed by, they arched their hands towards the two of them with an inauthentic Central Plains salute, and Shi Nianyuan and Murong Shan saluted back.

After the two women from the Western Regions walked out of the gate of the Partridge Golden Tower, Shi Nianyuan and Murong Shan glanced at each other, and followed in silence.

"Ning Yuan Realm, turn the product up. Murong Shan said in a condensed voice.

"Western Regions-style costumes, I don't know if it's a blind cat that touches a dead mouse, it happens to be a disciple of the Xiyuan Funeral Palace. Shi Nianyuan responded in the same way.

"What kind of grievances do you have with the Xiyuan Burial Palace?" Murong Shan quickened his stride and asked as he kept up with Shi Nianyuan's increasingly anxious steps.

"Not for the time being, the intention of the funeral palace has not been determined. But according to Murphy's Law, I always feel that I don't have any good intersection with the funeral palace. Shi Nianyuan said.

"What is Murphy's Law?" asked Murong Shan, puzzled.

Seeing that the two women from the Western Regions in the crowd in front of him suddenly used the instantaneous turning method, Shi Nianyuan frowned, and the spiritual power of the movement also followed with the instantaneous turning method, explaining: "If there is a possibility that things will go bad, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always happen." ”

The two women from the Western Regions went all the way to the east of Liuye City, Shi Nianyuan and Murong Shan followed, and on the Wutong Avenue of Youxi River, the two women stopped beside a plane tree with completely dead leaves, and both turned around.

"Xiyuan Funeral Palace, Funeral Envoy traveled and preached, passing through this place. ”

"I don't know what the two Taoist friends are trying to do all the way?"

The second daughter did not hide the unique accent of the Western Regions, and spoke one after the other.

Shi Nianyuan and Murong Shan approached.

Shi Nianyuan bowed and said: "Cangyun County is the fief of the Wuhou of the Minglei Empire, the Wuhou guards the western frontier and refuses to defend the Qiyi. ”

"The six immortal holy lands do not sit idly by in secular affairs, and the funeral palace is even west of Qiyi, the abyss of the extreme west of the Western Regions, and the western abyss of the Western Regions, which cannot be generalized. ”

"As funeral envoys, the two sisters traveled around the mainland to preach, looking for mortals who had the opportunity to give funeral orders. ”

The two women from the Western Regions spoke alternately, one of them took out a token and threw it at Shi Nianyuan, seeing Shi Nianyuan taking it and checking it, he asked out loud: "Childe can rest assured?"

Shi Nianyuan's spiritual sense probed the token in his hand, it was indeed a spiritual treasure similar to the jade slip at the foot of the Lieyang Mountain, Shi Nianyuan threw the token back and said: "No, although I haven't seen the funeral order of the Xiyuan Burial Palace, but I have seen the Lieyang Order at the foot of the Lieyang Mountain, I can't be wrong." ”

Another woman spoke up: "Childe, the cultivation world has its own rules, and the disciples of the Six Great Immortal Dao Holy Lands pay more attention to their own luck, and will not be contaminated with mundane luck at will, so Childe doesn't have to worry." ”

The woman who received the funeral order continued: "Please also ask the son not to follow us two sisters again. ”

Shi Nianyuan hugged his fists and saluted: "It's not abrupt." ”

Seeing the two women from the Western Regions drifting away, Shi Nianyuan was thinking about how to continue to keep up, when in the shadow of the tree, Shadow Kill appeared: "Young Master." ”

If you want to sleep with a pillow!

Shi Nianyuan hooked the corners of his mouth: "I'm sorry for you." ”

The black clothes once again disappeared in the shadows of the trees: "Shadow Kill Command." ”

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