The end of the year, Horseshoe Town, a small remote flower shop.

The flower merchant Lao Liu drove the carriage, and drove away from the alley with difficulty, this place is a little narrow, it is very inconvenient to enter and exit, at the end of the year, the city belongs to the small flower shop, the only thing that can attract him to come here to buy goods is the fair price of the owner of the flower shop, the same quality, the price is lower than other flower shops, one or two.

Obviously, the owner of the flower shop has his own yard, and there are very few people to invite, so it is very competitive in terms of cost, of course, the price of this is that it is difficult to develop and grow.

It seems that the owner doesn't care too much?

At the end of the year, there are also so many small flower shops purely for hobbies rather than livelihoods, and they are satisfied with maintaining the balance of payments, and they are the most willing objects for florists to come to receive goods, such as this one, which does not even have a name, only a delicate proprietress who looks like a big place, and that temperament ......

Guy Xiaoliu sat on the side of the car, and he was still a little uneasy, because he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life, which made it difficult for the young man to calm down, from the moment he entered the door to work, he felt that his brain was buzzing, and he couldn't even understand what the uncle said.

When I walked out of the alley, I couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, this lady seems to be in charge of the entire flower shop alone?" It seems that there are only two aunts to help? ”

Lao Liu turned his head and glared at him, reminding: "Sixth son, it's right to like Peugeot's little lady, but you must know your identity, and you must know the status of others; Just this one yard will fold all my belongings and I can't afford to buy them.

Also, you have just come to the city from the countryside, you must know that this place is different from the countryside, and the most taboo thing is to ask around and ponder, especially those women, widows, and children...... Do you think they're helpless? To be able to have such a foundation at the end of the year, is that something that can be done without a little background? ”

Liuzi blushed and argued: "Uncle, I don't mean anything else, just curiosity...... So what kind of background do you say? ”

As soon as Lao Liu raised his head, there was a light smoke in the sky not far away, "Did you see it?" In the city at the end of the year, there are many such existences, and one accidentally dies and doesn't know how to die, but no one can save you, and the government is useless. ”

Liuzi shrank his head, "You, you said that lady is a fairy?" Why am I so ......?"

…… In the flower workshop, the white lady personally started, is to the potted flowers loose soil fertilizer, her complexion is very good, than when she first came, it is different, there is a sense of vitality.

She has two middle-aged aunts to help, and she doesn't come every day, she comes when she is busy and goes by herself when she is free, which is very relaxed.

Over the years, her floral art has grown a lot; Cultivators are smart and knowledgeable, and as long as they concentrate on one thing, there is nothing they can't do.

It turned out that when the family was prosperous, she liked to fiddle with some flowers and plants in Shendu, and when she came back to the family business, she had no chance to go to the coast, and now she picked it up and returned to her old business, which is also familiar; The climate here is so good that she can't think of anything else like the end of the year that is best for a place like the end of the year other than flowers and plants.

The skillful movement of his hands, and occasionally raised his head to look at the greenhouse, in which a man dressed in a short dress was sleeping soundly on the chaise longue.

She is very satisfied with her man's return here to cultivate her self-cultivation, although she came back with a heartache, but coming back is coming back, no matter what the reason is.

At the end of the year, the city is also a place where cultivators gather, especially the Tianxin Pavilion is not far from the city, there are always monks wandering and playing in the city, it is a kind of dark light, who would have guessed that the Heavenly Dog Xinghou Tsuto, who has recently made a lot of noise in the mainland cultivation world, is hiding here to plant flowers and grass?

Although there are many monks here and the news is spread in all directions, she never asks about the changes in the continent, and her limited knowledge is still from her own man, he can say it if he wants to, it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to say it, it has nothing to do with her anyway.

My own man is becoming more and more famous in the mainland, and now his reputation has rushed out of the country and into the mainland.

She was not surprised at all, from the time she knew him, she knew that this was a figure destined to leave a legend in the cultivation realm of the Splendid Continent.

How does it feel to be a Taoist companion as a legend? Actually, I don't feel anything, it doesn't seem to be related at all? If a man doesn't go out and make trouble, he is actually just an ordinary cultivator, who commits a bit of neurosis from time to time.

She is planting flowers, and the man is raising grass, but the man's grass is not ordinary grass, but sword grass, which is planted in Zifu, not in the flower house.

The man lost his sword, she comforted her, but in fact, she was happy in her heart, without the sword, would she be able to stop and stop going out to fight and kill like before?

At least, can it stop for a while?

Seeing that the time was close to noon, he put down the work in his hand and went to the kitchen to clean up a few side dishes; It's not a necessity for practitioners like them, but it's an attitude to life.

As the realm gets higher and higher, the monk will eventually completely get rid of his dependence on mortal food and become a half-immortal who does not eat the fireworks of the world; She and Hou Yu both belong to the kind of people who are reluctant to give up on ordinary life,

Some monks are intoxicated with the ethereal and transcendent realm, believing that mortal food will affect the perfection of their spiritual qualities, and they are eager to live forever, and they refuse to even drink a sip of water. Some people are willing to roll in the red dust, thinking that it is helpful for the construction of their state of mind, and she and Hou Yu both belong to the latter.

In Hou Yu's words, if you don't eat, your stomach and intestines will deteriorate, and in the end, people will become a mass of energy bodies, is it interesting?

When she cleaned up the meal, sat at the table and waited, the two aunts were also busy and ready to go home, and when they came to say goodbye to her, they saw the extremely simple food on the table, and they couldn't bear to look at it.

They had been working in the flower shop for more than a year, and they knew that the hostess was kind-hearted and generous to them, so one of the aunts couldn't help but mention:

"Madam, since the master is back, will your meal be a little more sumptuous? Others say that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab a man's stomach......"

Bai Qingqian smiled lightly, "Thank you, Aunt San, but this sentence may not be true, which outroom meal have you ever seen made delicious?" ”

The two aunts left in a daze, of course they didn't understand that for cultivators, what they eat is not the taste of food, but the mood of eating; The man in his own house was not going well in the process of rerefining the flying sword, so what he ate was not fragrant.

Just when she was a little distracted and cranky, Hou Yu slowly walked in, her face a little clear.

The accident that happened in Yujing still affected him after all.

Nor is he iron-clad.

(End of chapter)