On July 18, 498, Zhongzhou, the Niu Ji carbon shop on Heqian Street opened early, and the tense air that began to shroud Qinglin Town yesterday dissipated, and there was no more Wuhou who kept patrolling the streets from morning to night, and even the wild dogs that ran by from time to time dared to let go of their throats and howl twice.

Niu Erniu's big boss looked at the townspeople who poured into the shop early in the morning with a sparkling smile, closed for two days, and the loss of silver made people feel distressed to think about, but fortunately, many shops on Heqian Street were stopped for two days, and there were many people who lost, and the depression in Niu Er's heart was flattened.

The room was noisy, the two young men who said that the carbon was busy non-stop, and the big guy in charge of the accounts was also very happy to collect the cashier, and Niu Er's mood was also more and more comfortable, but he saw that his nephew Niu Xiaoliu was still holding a big towel on the counter, his eyes were glaring, and he was about to scold, but he didn't want to spoil the good mood this morning, so he endured it, grabbed the gray and black handkerchief and threw it over.

Niu Xiaoliu suddenly felt a black cloud rushing towards him, and as soon as he shrank his neck, the gray and black handkerchief fell on his shoulder, raised his eyes and saw Niu Er's wide eyes, grinned, took the handkerchief from his shoulder, shook it twice, and walked in front of Niu Er.

Handing over the handkerchief, Niu Xiaoliu asked with a hippie smile: "Uncle, what's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" Niu Er raised his voice and pointed to the bustling flow of people in the room, "I didn't see that the busy ones have lost their heels, and you are still there to pick up the cabinet, can you make out the silver?"

Niu Xiaoliu turned his head to look at the two young men who were already busy with black and gray faces, rolled his eyes, and muttered.

Niu Er knew that his nephew's mouth couldn't say anything good, so he grabbed the handkerchief and wanted to slap the bastard twice, raised his hand, and changed it a little decadently to wipe his round chin with the gray and black towel.

"Six! You said you're 15 years old this year, and you still think about becoming that real person all day long!"

Speaking of his nephew's idea of being a child, Niu Er felt anxious and short of breath, and then saw that his nephew had drooped his head, Niu Er threw the towel on the counter with a "bang".

"Uncle also knows that the real person is good, don't we have that life, you just give up that thought"

Niu Er turned his head to look left and right, lowered his voice and approached Niu Xiaoliu, "Besides, look at the big housekeeper Liu, how majestic it is on weekdays, but now, if you die, you are dead, and you can live an immortal life without seeing a real person." ”

"That's different, that's because Steward Liu has no ability to do it himself", Niu Xiaoliu hurriedly raised his head with a white face and shouted.

"What are you shouting!" Niu Er slapped Niu Xiaoliu's head, didn't see anyone in the room cast a strange look, breathed a sigh of relief, pointed at Niu Xiaoliu and said hatefully, "I'll clean you up when I go home." ”

If you want to say that it is good to be a real person? That's really good, I don't know if you can live forever, let's just say that the big house on the other side of the river, that is all lived in by real people, in this back street, you just have a lot of silver, and you live in a small courtyard with two positive and two sides. Besides, the real person's style, in this Qinglin Town, which ordinary person didn't say anything when he saw it, and even the dog didn't dare to cross the bridge and run to the other side to find food!

No matter how good the real person is, his nephew doesn't have that life, it's better to grab the silver in his hand, why can't this bastard get his way!

The more Niu Er thought about it, the more angry he became, looking at Niu Xiaoliu's stunned appearance of being soft and hard, and not getting oil and salt, he reached out and patted his chest, and waved his hand to drive Niu Xiaoliu out, "Go out, go out, let me go outside to let the wind go"

Niu Xiaoliu, who escaped a bad scolding, rushed out of the carbon shop with the soles of his feet, looked up at the sun that had begun to be a little blazing in the sky, and swayed towards the direction of the end of the street.

Spent a dime of silver to buy two rich cakes from Lao Zhangtou's food shop, and just after a few bites, he arrived at the door of Lin Ji's carbon shop, Niu Xiaoliu stretched out his head and looked inside, Steward Cao of the Ouyang family's dining room was sitting on a chair drinking fragrant tea, and Lin Sanliang Lin Boss was standing on the side with a hunched waist and was waiting. Seeing that Steward Cao turned his face and was about to look at the door, Niu Xiaoliu quickly shrank his head in fright, and strode past the door of Lin Ji's carbon shop without squinting.

Far away from Lin Ji's carbon shop, Niu Xiaoliu turned around and spat on the ground, and then walked towards the end of the street.

After eating a piece of bread, Niu Xiaoliu zigzagged and walked to the end of the street, this place is remote, and beyond that is a dense forest, which seems to have become a little dark when the sun shines. On weekdays, people in the town don't walk around here if they have nothing to do, but now Niu Xiaoliu can't see a single figure when he looks back and forth.

Niu Xiaoliu looked at the two closed wooden doors of the "Poor Carbon Shop" that didn't even have a signboard, and thought about the name of the boss.

"Is the surname Li or Zhang?"

No matter what his surname is, he hasn't opened for more than ten days, and he deserves to be a foreigner, a poor man starving to death!

Thinking of the tall gatehouse of his own carbon shop, thinking of the bustling flow of people every day, Niu Xiaoliu was afraid that the poverty here would stain him, so he smacked two mouthfuls at the old wooden door of the "poor carbon shop" before returning proudly.

Ye Bufan didn't fall to the end of starvation, but he had been sleeping groggily for two days and two nights, and he had just woken up from his slumber at this time.

I sat on the bed in a daze and watched the sunlight shine through the crack in the door into the room to shine on the loess floor, looking at the place where the sun was shining, and now the sun outside should have climbed above the treetops.

After waking up from a stunned state, Ye Bufan felt the burning hunger in his stomach.

There was a small pot in the small room on the west side, and the pot was already covered with a layer of soil ash, and in the pot sat an earthen bowl, in which were placed two rich cakes that had long been hard.

After swallowing a rich cake with a bowl of cold water, and after the feeling of hunger in his stomach was gone, Ye Bufan looked at the layer of greasy on his arm, shrugged his nose, and smelled the bloody smell that remained on the short coat.

After a busy day of washing and scrubbing in the yard, sitting on the bed bare-chested, Ye Bufan still didn't understand why he killed Liu Shancai so easily.

"Why did he sit cross-legged by the wall like that when he woke up?"

"When the short sword pierced his chest, I clearly saw the rise and fall of his chest and the horror in his eyes!"

"Why doesn't he scream and doesn't move?"

The memory of the enemy of the blade was extremely clear, and then Ye Bufan only remembered that his body was supported by some kind of strength, and he staggered out of the gate of Liufu and returned to the small courtyard of the carbon shop.

"Has anyone found out?"

No one came to the door for two days, and it seemed that the thrill and bizarre of that night had completely disappeared into a continuous drizzle.

According to his current knowledge, it is impossible to think through the events of that night, Ye Bufan simply didn't bother about this matter, and even threw the strange changes in the dantian spirit tripod behind.

After his body gradually dried up, Ye Bufan always felt that he had forgotten something, leaned into the room and looked inside and outside, and his eyes finally fell on the dark corner at the end of the bed.

The short sword and a small cloth bag that were placed upright on the bed finally made Ye Bufan feel that his heart had settled.

After picking up the short sword and waving it twice, Ye Bufan put down the short sword in his hand, carefully picked up the small cloth bag, and put it in front of his eyes and looked at it over and over again.

This small cloth bag is the size of a palm, and the ashes are so fluttering that you can't see what kind of cloth is woven out, and the mouth of the bag is tightly tied with a gray rope, and the whole small cloth bag is shriveled and spread out on the palm of your hand, looking like a piece of cloth that a rough woman in the countryside is trampling with.

But this small cloth bag was tightly tied to the brocade belt around Liu Shancai's waist.

In Zhongzhou Xing, in the parents of ordinary people in their leisure time, there is always no shortage of all kinds of magical rumors about cultivators.

Could this be the legendary big bag that could hold an entire village?

Flashing all kinds of rumors about this magical "bag" in the past, Ye Bufan's heart was "banging", his mind was filled with all kinds of speculations and surprises, and after looking at the small cloth bag in his hand at a loss, he gritted his teeth and reached out to untie the ash rope that bound the mouth of the bag.

The moment the rope was untied, nothing happened, the small bag was still lying in the palm of his hand, Ye Bufan poked the bag with his fingers, looked at the mouth of the bag that was not yet palm-wide, stretched out two fingers, and carefully inserted it into the bag.

As soon as his fingers reached into the bag, he felt as if he had been pierced with a thin layer of fascia, Ye Bufan used a little force, and the fingers that reached into the bag touched the bottom of the small bag.

Two fingers have been completely inserted into the bag, Ye Bufan pulled out his fingers in disbelief, and after opening the bag with both hands, he looked inside, only to see that the bag was white, as if it was filled with a mist.

Gently twisting the ash rope at the mouth of the bag with his hand, Ye Bufan lowered his head and thought about it, then smiled innocently and scratched his still wet scalp with his left hand.

"Since it's a cultivator's storage bag, how can you see the secrets inside in the way of ordinary people!"

Ye Bufan thought about the rumors he had heard before, carefully placed the storage bag in front of him, folded his hands and knees, closed his eyes lightly, and began to meditate.

If you can sit and look inward, what about looking outward?

After emptying his distracting thoughts, Ye Bufan used his mind to separate a trace of spiritual power from the dantian, and then found the pulse and led it to the ancestral aperture.

After feeling a slight swelling pain in his head, Ye Bufan concentrated his thoughts and "looked" in the direction of the storage bag.

It was like a newborn beast that opened its eyes for the first time to look at the world around it, and in the haze of light veil, everything it saw was filled with wonder and joy.