Secular mortals have a limited life, so in this limited life, they will cherish many things, and they will yearn for many things, and among these longing things, some of them need to pay some price in exchange.

Most of the costs are different, and that is gold and silver.

Although this yellow and white thing is not regarded as dung in the eyes of the monk, but it is also a burden, compared to the magic weapon in the storage ring, the elixir, and the spirit stone, these things are useless, and they take up quite a lot of space.

The difference between the immortals and the mortal can be glimpsed from this.

"It's the fourth year..."Liu Xunxiang threw away these distractions from her mind and muttered softly.

It has been four full years since the day the Liu family was wiped out, and in the past four years, Liu Xunxiang has been suppressing the hatred in his heart, he is not stupid, he understands what Liu Long and the black-clothed scholar said at that time.

This is no better than when he was in Wanxiong Pass, in Nangong City, where there is Nangong Yixuan, the eldest son of the family, and the uncrowned king of Wanxiong Pass, Bai Xingtian, so he can rely on his will, and he can confidently say the words only asking for peace of mind to the great power of the rebirth realm.

But in this Song Kingdom, he can't, because he only has one person and a family, even if he doesn't want to admit this family, but there are some things that a person can't abandon if he doesn't want to admit it, such as blood and family....

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, every family was busy walking relatives, and people came and went on the street, so it was not lively, Liu Xunxiang sat alone in the shop, compared with the hurried pedestrians on the street, it seemed so out of place.

Today, the Zhou family next door is also closed and goes out to visit relatives, Liu Xunxiang has nothing to do, and he doesn't paint, just sits quietly at the threshold and looks at the flying snow outside the door.

After a while, a carriage slowly drove outside the door, this carriage was made of sandalwood as a shelf, and gold gauze was used as a curtain.

Liu Xunxiang glanced at it and withdrew his gaze.

In the past four years, at this time, this carriage would come here, and even when he was not at home, this carriage did not miss the appointment.

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and a woman came down in a heavy brocade robe, carrying a large bag of small things, these things that the woman never wanted to be taken over by the housekeeper, from the selection to the delivery, she was the only one to do.

The woman stepped out of the carriage and saw Liu Xunxiang who was sitting, her eyes were suddenly full of joy, and she hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "Yan'er has seen Mr. Liu, on the first day of the new year, I wish Mr. a prosperous business and all things are healthy." ”

In the past three years, no matter the rain, snow, wind and frost, as long as she goes home, she will bring gifts to visit Liu Xunxiang.

Liu Xunxiang nodded indifferently, ignoring it, Xu Yan didn't mind, when she learned that the Mr. Liu in front of her was a monk who was stronger than her master, she secretly made up her mind that she must climb this Mr. Liu, even if she couldn't move him, at least she had to win a little favor from him.

Xu Yan gently sent these things in, and then did it herself, and started to clean the study, and after a while, the study was cleaned up by him in an orderly manner.

Looking at the messy humiliation on the remaining sheets, Xu Yan gritted her teeth and folded the humiliation with a red face.

After doing this, she wiped the fine sweat on her forehead, walked out of the store, and saluted Liu Xunxiang again, just as she was about to leave, Liu Xunxiang suddenly asked: "Have you heard that the imperial capital worships Xu Tao?"

Xu Yan didn't expect Liu Xunxiang to suddenly speak, she was slightly stunned, and then replied respectfully: "Mr. Hui, Xu Tao is my father." ”

Liu Xunxiang closed his eyes, he should have thought a long time ago, who could enter this state academy as a personal companion, which one is not either rich or noble, especially this Xu Yan served, and she was the son of the Song Emperor of the Dynasty, the noble seventh prince, how could she be an ordinary family.

Xu Yan saw that he didn't speak, and he didn't leave or stay for a while, so he could only stand quietly in place.

After a while, Liu Xunxiang said: "You won't use it in the future, if you encounter a catastrophe in the future, what you have done in the past four years will save your life." ”

Although Xu Yan didn't understand the deep meaning of this sentence, it didn't prevent her from understanding the meaning of this sentence.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan'er. Xu Yan bowed to Liu Xunxiang with joy on her face.

Liu Xunxiang closed her eyes and ignored her.

Seeing him like this, Xu Yan didn't dare to stay and disturb, and the carriage slowly drove into the distance again.

The time of the New Year always flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it is the day when the ice and snow melt and the trees compete for spring.

The day of Tie Niu's marriage is also approaching day by day, in the Song Kingdom, he is already an adult at the age of eighteen, and he is a man who can raise the head of the family, not to mention, he is already married and has his own family.

The wedding went smoothly, the guests were happy, Liu Xunxiang was invited over as an elder of Tieniu, and even Xu Yan came to congratulate with her sincerity.

After getting married, the twenty-year-old Tie Niu had to gradually take over his father's blacksmith shop in order to make a living.

The blacksmith shop of the Zhou family is also a time-honored signboard in this imperial capital, and now with the addition of Tie Niu, the business is getting better and better, but as soon as this business is good, Tie Niu has no way to come to the study to watch Liu Xunxiang paint as before. starting point

The years have passed, and it has been another three years, and in the past three years, Tie Niu's time in the study has become shorter and shorter, basically the time to come to Liu Xunxiang's study every day, only when he has dinner every night, there is a little short time to come here to sit for a while like when he was a child.

It's just that now his eyes are not as clear as before, and there is only thick exhaustion left.

After two or three years of tempering, the iron bull's body is now as strong as a calf, even in winter, he dares to walk back and forth in only a coarse cloth coat, and he does not feel the cold at all.

The marriage of his son means that his father and mother are old, the wrinkles on the Zhou couple are getting deeper and deeper, and the body of Tie Niu's father is becoming more and more rickety.

Liu Xunxiang's appearance is the same, compared with seven years ago, he now does not look like a young man, but a middle-aged person with gray hair, and even the corners of his eyes have several more wrinkles.

It's just that compared to the Zhou couple, his appearance is only deliberately covered up with spells, otherwise on Qingyun Street, which is all mortals, he has been the same young man for seven years, and it is too scary for these simple neighbors.

Tie Niu sat on the doorrail of the study, and Liu Xunxiang walked out of the backyard, looking at his back with a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Two years ago, Tie Niu also had his own child, and for this reason, the Zhou couple and Tie Niu came to Liu Xunxiang's study in a rare agreement, wanting Liu Xunxiang to name their grandson.

Liu Xunxiang did not refuse, and gave the child a flat word, hoping that the child would have no disasters in his life and be safe, but there was only one thing that surprised Liu Xunxiang, that is, this child knew that there was spiritual cultivation in the sea.

This made him sigh that the cause and effect in this world are really wonderful.

"Tie Niu, why are you sitting here alone in a daze?"

Tie Niu hurriedly turned around, and when he saw Liu Xunxiang standing behind him, he immediately smiled bitterly: "Uncle, I said it, you are old, don't drink so much wine all the time, it's not good for your body." ”

After speaking, he was going to snatch the wine jug in Liu Xunxiang's hand, Liu Xunxiang was also rare like a child, holding the wine jug in his arms, and said: "Take another sip, just one sip...."

Tie Niu knew that his Uncle Liu only had such a hobby left, so he couldn't persuade him, so he had no choice but to give up.

He continued to sit on the doorrail, holding his head in his hands, and said, "Uncle, it turns out that I grew up and was so tired..."

Liu Xunxiang continued to sit in his rocking chair, which had been some years, looking at this young man in his twenties, and a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

When he first came to the imperial capital, the man in front of him was still a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and in a blink of an eye, he is now a child's father.

For seven years, Liu Xunxiang watched him grow up little by little, and also looked at his back little by little, bent by this life.

"Everyone has to go through this process, you will get used to it, and when you get used to it, you will find that you are not so tired. Liu Xunxiang picked up the flask again and took a sip.

Tie Niu didn't speak again, just stared blankly at the fallen leaves in front of him.

Liu Xunxiang got up and touched his head, and said to herself: "It's autumn...."

After speaking, Liu Xunxiang got up, put her hands behind her back, and walked slowly towards the other end of the street.

Now it is late autumn, the streets are full of fallen leaves, blown by the wind, it is rustling on the ground, Liu Xunxiang wears a brown felt hat, draped in a heavy coat, just stepping on these fallen leaves, walking slowly.

If there were monks who had seen Liu Xunxiang at this time, they would definitely not recognize the middle-aged man in front of him, who was in the Great Qin Nangong City and the Golden Sheep Valley, and had countless murders, and was full of blood.

Even if Nangong Yixuan is here, I'm afraid he may not be able to recognize it for a while.

At this time, Liu Xunxiang was like a mortal, there was not the slightest sign of spiritual energy in his body, and even after his spiritual cultivation fell asleep, the monk could not sense that he had spiritual cultivation.

He went back to seventeen years ago again, and became the Liu Xunxiang who had no spiritual cultivation, living the life that Liu Xunxiang should have lived in the mundane.

After seven years of realization, he had completely forgotten his identity as a monk, and he was not asking about everything in the cultivation realm, for him, the lives of those monks had nothing to do with him.

All he cares about every day now is that pot of wine.

At this time, his body is still straight, but the wrinkles on his face are becoming more and more obvious, at first glance, he looks like Zhou Tiesheng seven years ago, just an ordinary middle-aged man who has worked all his life and is tired of life.

Liu Xunxiang walked slowly along the street, in the past few years on Qingyun Street, the store has not known how many rotations and how many new faces have been added.

"Shopkeeper Liu, what about going out for a walk?"