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The snowflakes are getting denser and denser, scattered endlessly in the sky, and the streets outside the store are filled with countless hexagonal elves like flowers and butterflies, which silently nourish all things, and dress up the quaint bluestone road with a delicate magic wand.

In the store-

Yang Xiao sat on the bamboo chair, with a red brazier in front of him, feeling the warmth of the charcoal fire, but his heart was getting colder and colder, and he was silent for a long time.

This stone statue depicts his father, Yang Batian.

Looking at the stone statues, the coldness in Yang Xiao's heart gradually decreased, he picked up the stone statues of Zhuge Qingtian again, and then, one by one, the stone statues were taken down from the shelves by him and quietly placed on the table next to the bamboo chair.

There are men and women in the stone statues, some old and some young, most of them are some familiar people in Shushan City and Xiangyun Pavilion.

Looking at these stone statues, Yang Xiao showed a smile, although this smile was full of a trace of satisfaction, but if anyone saw this smile at this time, they would feel that where this laughter was, it was clearly a silent cry.

The candlelight flickered and fluttered, and it was reflected on the human face, and the same was true for the reflection on those stone statues, giving people a very wonderful feeling.

Gently stroking the stone statues on the table, the familiar faces made Yang Xiao's heart cold, and gradually decreased.

However, the sorrow in my heart became heavier.

"I still can't forget it!"

Yang Xiao muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with a sparkling luster......

When he was exiled to Xiangyun Pavilion, Yang Xiao couldn't let go, and now with the twenty years of the Shura space, more than forty years have passed, but Yang Xiao's heart is still unforgettable.

However, now it is completely different from back then, Yang Xiao back then, just wanted to prove to his family that he was not a waste, but now, in Yang Xiao's heart, only deep thoughts are not that he can't forget, but that he can't forget, as a living human being, if he really forgets his worldly feelings and lets go of everything in his heart, then it is impossible to deify mortal spirits and have an epiphany of reincarnation.

The reason why a cultivator is strong, in addition to the cultivation of his body, the most important thing is that every monk has an attachment in his heart.

Family, love, and friendship, it is precisely this kind of worldly emotion that allows cultivators to constantly surpass themselves and become immortals and become holy.

But—

As the cultivation becomes more and more profound, the cultivator's heart will slowly break away from the rolling red dust, especially when he looks at the people around him, one by one, he experiences birth, old age, sickness and death, and leaves, which makes the cultivator's heart even colder.

Therefore, the real assessment of the Shura space does not come from the assessment of the combat power of cultivation, but allows the cultivator to see himself clearly, return to the source, and find the attachment in the depths of his heart through the process of deifying mortal spirits in the six realms of reincarnation.

At this moment, Yang Xiao was completely immersed in the reminiscence of the past, and unconsciously, the divine power in his body once again rotated wildly, and this rotation gradually penetrated out of his body, covering all the stone statues in the interior of this store.

With the operation of the divine power, the stone statues on the shelves and tables around them also rose in unison with a trace of strange fluctuations, which were the same as the void spirit divine power in Yang Xiao's body, running rapidly.

Gradually, the fluctuations of this divine power were like water waves, with spatial ripples, seeping out of the store.

Under this strange fluctuation, the snowflakes that fell in the sky also escaped far away as if they were afraid.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, but with Yang Xiao's store as the center, there is not the slightest snow within a radius of 100 meters, and there is not even a single snowflake......

After a long time-

Yang Xiao gradually sobered up, and at the moment he was sober, the stone statues on the shelves around him suddenly burst into dazzling light, and after a while, the light converged, although everything had been calm, but the stone statues around him seemed to suddenly come to life, exuding vitality.

Yang Xiao took a deep look at the stone statues in the room, took a breath, then stood up and pushed the door of the open market.

"I will deify mortal spirits and escape from the six realms of reincarnation!" Looking up at the crystal snowflakes in the air and feeling the cold wind blowing in front of him, Yang Xiao's heart issued a firm oath.

......

Losing the divine power fluctuation just now, the snowflakes in the sky fell down again, and in the blink of an eye, a thick layer was piled up on the ground.

"Squeak!"

Just as Yang Xiao was about to return to the store, the sound of the wooden door opening suddenly came from the weapons store next door.

At the door of the weapons store, Huzi and his father were standing at the door wrapped in thick cotton clothes, and when they saw Yang Xiao standing opposite, they couldn't help but froze for a moment, and then Huzi ran a few steps, stepped on the snow, made a creaking sound, came to Yang Xiao's side, and shouted: "Uncle, I came to see you with my father." ”

So saying, he went into the room and sat down by the brazier.

"Sir, I'm coming to talk to you for the New Year!" Huzi's father said to Yang Xiao with a box.

"Come in!" Yang Xiao said with a smile.

Huzi's father entered the room, looked at the stone statues around him, and showed envy in his eyes, then put down the box in his hand, and looked at Yang Xiao nervously, as if he wanted to say something, but he was embarrassed to speak.

Yang Xiao was slightly stunned, and then looked at Huzi's father with a smile, in this Shura space, the best thing with Yang Xiao is the weapon shop next door, although he has known each other for more than 20 years, but Yang Xiao is really the first time to see this simple man like this, obviously, he has something to ask for his help.

"Lao Chen, if you don't treat me as an outsider, just say directly, as long as I can help, I will definitely not stand idly by. Yang Xiao said directly.

"Uh...... , Actually, it's nothing!" Huzi's father hesitated for a moment, and said with a slightly red face.

Huzi next to him took the box from his father's hand, took out a few side dishes and a pot of soju from it, and was about to eat, when he heard his father's words, he couldn't help muttering: "It's hard to borrow some spirit stones, and my uncle is not an outsider, so what's so embarrassing." ”

Huzi's father, his face turned even redder all of a sudden, and he scolded angrily: "Stinky boy, shut up for me." ”

"Hmph, I want to say, uncle, father, he wants to make the family's weapons store bigger, and it just so happens that the old man Li next door is about to close the grocery store and go home to retire, so my father estimates that he wants to rent his two stores together. Huzi snorted dissatisfiedly and said to Yang Xiao.

Glaring at Huzi again, Huzi's father sighed heavily, looked at Yang Xiao and said helplessly: "Huzi, he is right, our weapons shop is handed down from our ancestors, it has been open for a hundred years, and there has been no improvement. ”

Yang Xiao smiled and patted Huzi's father's shoulder, picked up the wine that Huzi took out of the box, took a sip, and said, "I thought it was a big deal, let's say, how much?"

Huzi's father hesitated for a moment and said, "Old man Li is going back to his hometown to retire, so the store is not expensive, almost 100 medium-grade spirit stones are enough." ”

"Hmm, how do I remember that Old Man Li was talking about two high-grade spirit stones?" Huzi, who was gnawing on the chicken legs, suddenly interjected in confusion.

However, before Huzi finished speaking, he was glared at by his father fiercely.

Yang Xiao looked at Huzi's father helplessly, and did not speak, but got up and went to the bedroom behind the store, and casually took out a top-grade spirit stone from the ruling space.

[bookid=2950641,bookname="The Best Immortal King"]

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