Life is like a bowl of porridge, only by cooking slowly over a low heat can the essence of it be boiled, Liu Xunxiang is very happy for the current days without killing and grudges.

Although his cultivation time is not long, what he has experienced is far from being comparable to those who have cultivated spirit in their bodies since they were young and were protected by the sect after entering the sect.

It can be said that in the past ten years of monk's life, what he has seen, experienced, and even killed, even the same Huadan Realm monk may not dare to say that he is better than him.

Especially after returning to the Liu family this time, the family affairs made him understand some truths more.

His identity is destined for him to be unable to return to the Liu family, unable to get along with his relatives, and destined for the next road he will take, and he can only move forward alone with a load.

"If you embark on the path of cultivation, you will encounter a lot of enemies, and if you are not careful, you will die, and there may not even be someone to clean up your bones..."

"Then I'll practice hard so that everyone can't beat me!"

"Little doll, if you really want to cultivate, then you leave this house and walk out of the town, only when you go out, can you see the wider sky..."

The scenes with the sloppy old man resurfaced in Liu Xunxiang's mind.

"Old man, if I hadn't left the town back then, would I be like Brother Zhou's family now, I would have married a wife and had children, and lived a peaceful and quiet life in the town with my father and mother..."

No one can tell Liu Xunxiang the answer, and perhaps, Liu Xunxiang herself doesn't want to know the answer.

As time goes by, Liu Xunxiang seems to have forgotten the purpose of choosing to come here in the first place.

At this moment, he completely forgot that he was a monk, forgot the joys and sorrows of the past ten years, life and death, and began to live an ordinary and ordinary life like a mortal.

Every morning, Liu Xunxiang would follow the example of the owners of other shops, open the door early, and then move a newly added rocking chair to the door, take a pot of warm rough wine, just shake the chair, drink wine, and bask in the sun.

And in the study shop behind him, there are dense scrolls, with a rich ink fragrance and elegant paper fragrance that can be smelled even outside the door.

The neighbors on Qingyun Street gradually knew that the store had a new owner, and they also had a good impression of this young man who came out on time every day to bask in the sun, lazy and elegant, and delicate.

Slowly, Liu Xunxiang's shop gradually became more popular, although these people are mortals, they can't see the aura contained in this calligraphy and painting, but for these strange beast pictures, they feel very novel.

Over time, Liu Xunxiang's shop has gained some fame on this Qingyun Street.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Xunxiang has been here for nearly half a year, and in this half year, he has not inquired about the Liu family, nor has he tried to contact Su Zhiling in the National Education Academy, although occasionally he still thinks about it, and he will want to go to see the Liu family and see his father, but in the end it turned into a helpless sigh.

At that time, in the last scene, he could have killed Liu Long again, but he didn't kill him, and he also thought in his heart that since he chose to leave the Liu family, he left Liu Long to the Liu family.

With Liu Long's ability, the Liu family may be able to move into Qinghe City soon, which can be regarded as one of the few things he can do for the Liu family...

Liu Xunxiang began to indulge in calligraphy and painting, and in this calligraphy and painting, he found a kind of fun that he had never had before.

In his shop, the most hung are the lifelike, vivid pictures of strange beasts, these pictures of strange beasts, not to mention that mortals have hardly seen them, and some, even the monks of the Song Kingdom, may not have seen them.

After all, this place is too far away from Great Qin, and it is even more thousands of years away from the Fog Hidden Sect, and there are already many kinds of foreign beasts, so naturally it is impossible for anyone to know them so completely.

After the sun turned over, Liu Xunxiang returned to the shop and continued to start his calligraphy and painting, and as the tip of his pen moved, a palm-sized bird appeared on the white paper on the desktop.

This bird has wings slightly spread, and it wants to fly but does not fly, and it looks extremely wonderful.

Looking at this painting, Liu Xunxiang put down his pen and picked up the wine jug on the side, but he was suddenly stunned, and subconsciously shook it twice, and he was sure that the jug was really out of wine.

Looking up at the sky outside, at this time, Tie Niu would come to see him paint, and every time he came, he would bring a large jar of rough wine.

Sure enough, after a while, footsteps sounded outside the store, and a young man poked his head into the store, looked at the young man inside and said with a smile: "Uncle Liu, what do you guess I brought you?"

Liu Xunxiang raised his eyes to look at him, shook his head and smiled, the young man said that he let himself guess, but he had already walked in with a jar of wine. Search the e-book

This young man has grown a lot taller than half a year ago, and his body bones are also more solid, under the dark skin, the young man's eyes are still so clear, even in this dim shop where the candlelight is flickering, it is still so wrinkled and shining.

This young man is the son of Zhou Tiesheng, a blacksmith next door, whose big name is Zhou Zhuang, and his nickname is Tie Niu.

After half a year of getting along, Tie Niu has long regarded this study as his second home, and after coming in, he skillfully opened the wine jar and poured a pot for Liu Xunxiang.

"Uncle Liu, I want to ask you something... Look, when you have time to drink with my dad one day, can you tell my dad and ask him not to let me learn to strike iron with him? He always forces me to learn, but I just don't want to learn. ”

Taking the wine jug that Tie Niu had loaded, Liu Xunxiang sat on the rocking chair, looked at him with a smile and asked, "Then what do you want to learn?"

"I want to learn to write and draw from you, uncle..."Tie Niu immediately looked at him with a look of hope in his eyes.

Liu Xunxiang laughed, poured a sip into the wine jug, and a spicy feeling suddenly exploded in his mouth, down his throat and into his body, and after the rich wine gas came up again, he exhaled along his nasal cavity....

Liu Xunxiang was satisfied and changed her body to a more comfortable position, leaning on the rocking chair and shaking gently.

It's already cold outside, and after drinking such a sip, my whole body is warm.

"Uncle Liu, what are you painting, how do you look like a chicken..."Tie Niu's eyes were attracted by the painting on the table, and a pair of small eyes watched horizontally and vertically repeatedly, reluctant to remove his eyes.

Liu Xunxiang was about to take another sip, but she was almost choked by this sentence, touched Tie Niu's head, and said: "This is not a chicken, but an animal named Suzaku, its shape is similar to that of birds in the sky, but it is much larger than those birds, and it can breathe fire." ”

Tie Niu nodded as if he didn't understand, in the past six months, he had seen too many strange beasts in Liu Xunxiang's shop, each of which he had never heard of or seen.

Liu Xunxiang got up, put the flask aside, picked up the pen, and continued to sketch the Suzaku on the paper.

This Vermilion Bird is still painted according to the Vermilion Bird Seal Illusion, so the shape and size are only a slap, and this will only depict a rough appearance, no wonder Tie Niu feels that the painting looks like a chicken.

It's just that if this chicken gets angry, I'm afraid it will be able to turn the entire Song Emperor into a sea of fire......

Because this Vermilion Bird Seal is Liu Xunxiang's magical power, the appearance of the Vermilion Bird has long been deeply imprinted in his heart, so he draws it handily, one stroke at a time, without the slightest pause.

After about a stick of incense, Liu Xunxiang has completely painted this picture of the Vermilion Bird, and the cinnabar is used as ink, making the Vermilion Bird look lifelike, and the feathers seem to be swaying slightly.

"Uncle, you haven't painted its eyes yet..."Tie Niu on the side has been lying quietly on the side since Liu Xunxiang picked up the pen, staring straight at it, and when he saw Liu Xunxiang finish painting, he put down the pen and immediately reminded.

Liu Xunxiang glanced at him and said with a smile: "You can't draw, if you do, it will come to life and fly away." ”

Tie Niu looked at Liu Xunxiang with bright eyes, Tie Niu never doubted his words, he only felt that the Uncle Liu in front of him was really powerful.

Liu Xunxiang didn't say more, just rolled the painting, put it in a painting tube, and placed it on an empty cabinet at random.

In the past six months, Liu Xunxiang found that although he could draw the shape of some strange beasts, he could not draw the gods of these strange beasts.

Liu Xunxiang understood the reason for this, the reason why he couldn't paint his gods in these paintings was because these strange beasts themselves were far beyond the existence of the cultivators of the Huadan Realm.

Tie Niu saw that he had installed the Suzaku picture, but his eyes still looked at that position from time to time, and he seemed a little reluctant, in the past six months, as long as he saw Liu Xunxiang's painting, he couldn't help but be immersed in this painting, unable to extricate himself.

He also secretly tried to copy with pen and ink, but he couldn't even copy the shape of the things he painted, and now seeing that Liu Xunxiang could turn into a picture of a strange beast so easily, he suddenly couldn't help the question in his heart, and said: "Uncle Liu, why can't I draw what you paint every time, but I can draw others, such as wowotou and hammers." ”

Liu Xunxiang was silent for a moment, looked at Tie Niu and said: "Painting requires a heart, an experience, when you look at something, you have to look at not only the shape of the object, but also the essence, qi and spirit of the object."

If you really want to learn, just watch me draw a jiazi, and after a jiazi, you can draw these strange beasts yourself. ”

Iron Bull's eyes widened, and the boss with his mouth open: "Ah.... Yijiazi, that's sixty years, but I've heard some playmates say that some of the gentlemen in Chengnan Academy are about the same age as Uncle Liu, but the animals they draw look the same as the real thing. ”

Liu Xunxiang picked up the wine jug again, slowly walked to the front of the store, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and took a sip.

"I'm different from them. ”