The owner of a tofu shop happened to go out and saw Liu Xunxiang passing by the door, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

Over the years, because Xu Yan has been sending him gold and silver continuously during the New Year's holidays, Liu Xunxiang has accumulated a lot of money in the past few years, and the surrounding shops are also in his eyes, so once anyone has an emergency, they will bring good wine to Liu Xunxiang's shop to borrow some money from him.

And Liu Xunxiang himself doesn't pay attention to gold and silver, and these are all neighbors, so they are all responsive, and whoever comes to borrow them will give it.

But Liu Xunxiang has always borrowed and borrowed, and he didn't urge others to repay the money, and the owners of these shops were able to slowly drag on day by day, coming and going, on the entire Qingyun Street, almost every few shops had one or two that owed Liu Xunxiang silver, so as long as they saw Liu Xunxiang go out, they were all very enthusiastic.

"Well, I'm getting older, so I need to move around a lot. Liu Xunxiang nodded at him, playing homely.

The owner of the tofu shop said with a smile: "Look at what you said, you are tough, by the way, shopkeeper Liu, this time, when you come back, I will get you some good soy milk, you take it back and drink it, and when you think it's okay to drink it, I will send someone to bring you some later." ”

Liu Xunxiang glanced at him with a smile, waved his hand and said, "I'm not here to ask you for money, you don't have to be so nervous, you can keep this soy milk and sell it yourself." ”

The owner of this tofu shop also borrowed money from Liu Xunxiang.

The owner of the tofu shop rubbed his hands and laughed embarrassedly, but he still insisted on sending someone to send the soy milk to Liu Xunxiang, and Liu Xunxiang didn't shirk and let him go.

One end of Qingyun Street is the foot of the National Education Institute, and on the other end of the side is an inner city river, the weather at this time, the temperature is suitable, it is suitable to come out for a walk, and there are many old and weak women and children sitting around the river, Liu Xunxiang also likes here, so as long as there is nothing to do, he will come here to sit down.

Seeing Liu Xunxiang coming, the people by the river, there are familiar ones who are familiar with him smiling and greeting him, Liu Xunxiang also responded one by one, although he likes to come, but rarely pushes and chatters with these people, every time he is alone to find a place, sit quietly, these people also know that the elegant middle-aged man in front of him has few words, so he rarely bothers him, except for some children, occasionally around him will circle and hide and seek.

"You've done a good job in the past seven years, and the Dao Yun on your body is getting heavier and heavier. Behind Liu Xunxiang, a voice came.

Liu Xunxiang didn't look back and guessed who the person was, for him, in this Great Song Dynasty, the only person who could find him was the black-clothed scholar who stopped him in front of the Qinghe City Supervision Mansion that day.

"You're here. Liu Xunxiang said flatly.

The black-clothed scholar walked from behind him, and he didn't dislike the dust on the ground, and just sat on the ground like Liu Xunxiang.

"You've changed a lot. The black-clothed scholar looked at the sparkling water in front of him and said.

Liu Xunxiang smiled and said, "You haven't changed at all. ”

For this mysterious black-clothed scholar, Liu Xunxiang has also had some guesses about his origin over the years, a mortal who does not have the slightest aura in his body can make Liu Xunxiang feel a trembling feeling every time he sees him, this is an almost impossible thing, plus this black-clothed scholar, from the first time he saw him in Daqin, it has been at least nearly ten years now.

And in the past ten years, his appearance has remained the same, and if you are a mortal, you can't do this at all.

The black-clothed scholar naturally understood the meaning of Liu Xunxiang's words, but he didn't answer, but said: "Ten years in the world, I didn't expect you to use this method to enter the Tao..."

Liu Xunxiang glanced at him in surprise and asked, "Didn't you see it when your predecessors were in the Supervision Mansion back then?"

The black-clothed scholar was a little amused by the sudden change of title in his mouth, and replied: "I can only feel the traces of the existence of Dao rhyme on your body, but I can't feel what method you used to enter the Dao. ”

"The seniors are humble, compared to the great monks like you, the younger ones here can only be regarded as struggling in this world like floating. Liu Xunxiang closed her eyes and slowly lay down on the grass behind her.

The black-clothed scholar showed a hint of amazement in his eyes, changed the topic, and said, "In the remaining three years, you will definitely enter the Dao, what are your plans at that time?"

"Revenge. Liu Xunxiang did not hesitate and replied directly.

"But have you ever thought about the consequences of your revenge, this imperial capital has a new tire, there are countless old monsters in the Yunxiang Realm, and there is an unfathomable Song Emperor in..."

Liu Xunxiang was silent for a while, sat up and said, "But the blood of the Liu family can't be shed in vain, and my father's and mother's can't die in vain." ”

After speaking, Liu Xunxiang slowly stood up and walked in the direction of the study. Wen Ting Pavilion

Before leaving, he left a word for the black-clothed scholar, who looked at his departing back and sighed softly.

"I promised not to stop you from taking revenge, but can you really take revenge...."

When Liu Xunxiang returned to the store, Tie Niu happened to come out to pour molten iron, and when he saw Liu Xunxiang coming back, he shouted with a smile: "Uncle Liu, you're back, you wait for me, I'll go in and bring you a pot of wine." ”

Liu Xunxiang nodded, just standing at the door, Tie Niu's son slowly walked and half crawled from the store to Liu Xunxiang's side, and then pulled Liu Xunxiang's clothes with his chubby little hands, this child is very similar to Tie Niu when he was young, and he also looks like a tiger, just when he was learning to speak.

"Willow .. Father.. Grandfather.. Hold..."

Zhou Ping said, his two little hands spread out, fluttering towards Liu Xunxiang.

Liu Xunxiang smiled, bent down, and hugged him, just like Tie Niu when he was a child, this child often saw Liu Xunxiang, so he regarded Liu Xunxiang as a person from his own family, never recognized life, once, riding Tie Niu and his wife did not pay attention, the child climbed into the study by himself, took out all the paper balls that Liu Xunxiang had painted, and played happily on the ground.

After a while, Tie Niu walked out with the wine jug, Liu Xunxiang took the wine jug, hugged Zhou Ping and went to his shop, Tie Niu looked at Liu Xunxiang's faltering back, and there was a bitterness in his heart for no reason, seven years, Liu Xunxiang watched him grow up a little bit, and he didn't watch Liu Xunxiang grow old a little bit.

Seven years ago, Liu Xunxiang was still the omnipotent Uncle Liu in the eyes of Tie Niu, he always remembered that Uncle Liu at that time, with his delicate face and straight and straight body, always gave people a sense of security that as long as he was there, nothing could not be solved, but now, with the passage of time, his Uncle Liu is also old.

Tie Niu still remembers that his Uncle Liu also told him that he had someone he liked, and when one day he would go to him, but after all these years, Tie Niu never saw him to bring back the woman he liked, but now he is much more sensible than he was back then, and he knows some things and can't ask.

Tie Niu sighed, turned around and entered his own shop, his father Zhou Tiesheng is no longer iron, and the craftsmanship and business of iron-making all fall on Tie Niu alone, which makes the pressure on Tie Niu's shoulders heavier, and the time to accompany Uncle Liu next door is also less.

So as long as he has the opportunity, he will try his best to let Zhou Ping go to the store next door to accompany this lonely Uncle Liu for himself.

Not long after Liu Xunxiang returned to the store, the voice of the black-clothed scholar came in from outside the door again: "It turns out that this is where you entered the Tao." ”

Liu Xunxiang put Zhou Ping on the bed, threw two paper balls for him to play with, and took the wine jug and poured a pot of rough wine.

"Drink?" asked Liu Xunxiang.

The black-clothed scholar focused on these calligraphy and paintings, looked at them with interest and said: "Roe deer owl, three-line golden scorpion, wolf beast, red spider, candle nine yin..."

Liu Xunxiang took out a cup, gave him a cup, and saw the black-clothed scholar standing in front of a picture of a red python, and asked, "Is it Candle Jiuyin?"

This red python is still the giant python that he just left home and chased him off the cliff in Wangpan Mountain, although Liu Xunxiang painted him, but he never knew what this giant python was called.

The black-clothed scholar picked up the cup and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff, and sighed: "Turbid wine and red dust, not bad." Then he walked over and slowly explained: "But to be precise, this giant python is not Candle Jiuyin, but a strange beast born from the combination of Candle Jiuyin and Candle, named Candle Fly, this Candle Python is a rare ancient relic, and now the cultivation realm is long gone, you are actually lucky enough to see it, amazing." ”

"Luck, you drink slowly, I can't even drink more of this wine. Liu Xunxiang said flatly.

None of this is so important to him.

The black-clothed scholar went down with a glass, obviously a little unpleasant, and his eyes were fixed on Liu Xunxiang's wine jug again, Liu Xunxiang saw him like this, frowned, and said: "You followed me here, are you sure it's not because you smell the wine on my body, and you are worried about this little bar in my shop?"

The black-clothed scholar coughed lightly and said, "Am I so unproductive?"

"Yes..."Liu Xunxiang felt a little disdainful in his heart, and the black-clothed scholar almost didn't write this word on his face.

“....”

"Forget it, forget it, I won't drink your wine in vain, in the past seven years, ten years as a monk, ten years as a mortal, from an immortal to an immortal, and then from a mortal to an immortal, the method is indeed right, and the Dao rhyme on your body is indeed getting heavier and heavier, but do you know why until now, you can only feel the existence of the Dao, but you can't capture the traces of the Dao?" said the black-clothed scholar.

Liu Xunxiang's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, when he forcibly entered the way of movement, although the results were remarkable, but it also made him suffer from the backlash of the avenue, if it wasn't for his lack of cultivation, I'm afraid he was not as simple as just spitting out a mouthful of blood at that time, picked up the wine jug and poured a glass for the black-clothed scholar again, the black-clothed scholar glanced at him, and muttered: "Philistine..."