After Zhou Tiesheng left, Liu Xunxiang walked into the backyard, shook his body, and disappeared into the store.

When Liu Xunxiang appeared in the store again, there were more pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him, looking at these things in front of him, Liu Xunxiang muttered in a low voice: "My words are okay, but compared with everyone, it is naturally still 108,000 miles apart, fortunately, I don't expect to live on this, so I should pass the time." ”

After laying out the rough paper, Liu Xunxiang picked up the inkstone and began to grind it carefully, and after a while, a stream of black ink appeared in the inkstone, and the unique ink fragrance also spread.

Liu Xunxiang picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write quietly on the paper.

Gradually, in Liu Xunxiang's mind, he recalled the scene of leaving home again, from leaving home, to the tomb of Wang Panshan, to Daqin, Wuyin Sect, and finally to the Liu family, to the imperial capital, all the things experienced in this began to float to his heart one by one, and unconsciously, the aura in his body also began to run on its own, and slowly integrated into this blank paper along the tip of his pen.

I don't know how long it took, the sky outside was dark again, the hustle and bustle on Qingyun Street and the silence in this shop were so stark contrasting, making this small study a little out of place in this chaotic world, and when Liu Xunxiang came back to his senses again, he looked at the white paper in front of him, which had been sprinkled with about 200 words.

After Liu Xunxiang finished reading it, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she once again picked up her pen and wrote three big characters on this copybook.

Meditation Post!

Although the paper and pen and ink of this post are not good, the words on it seem to have a kind of spirituality, and the slightest spiritual power emanates from between the lines, which makes people feel a strong sense of homesickness.

"Home, home, the world is big, where is home...."Liu Xunxiang's fingers gently stroked this homecoming, and smiled bitterly.

After being silent for a long time, Liu Xunxiang put the meditation post aside, took out a blank piece of paper again, and the whole person continued to immerse himself in it, silently began to write.

The night is getting darker, and there are fewer people on Qingyun Street, all day on the street, in the end, only one shop in this study is still lit with candles, in this cold night, it seems a little lonely...

Sleepless days and nights, for Liu Xunxiang, it is not a difficult thing, these years outside, when he is hunted down, he often escapes for several days and nights, and has to deal with the interception of monks halfway.

In the distance, a glimmer of light pierced the sky, separating the night from the world, on Qingyun Street, the early traders began to hurriedly place the stalls with a flat shoulder, at this time in front of Liu Xunxiang, there were already about four or five calligraphy, the strange thing is that these calligraphy were exuding a faint aura.

Each one has a different atmosphere.

Looking at the top of the "Autumn Killing Post of the First Year of the Great Song Gengzi", Liu Xunxiang frowned slightly, this copybook is the only one among these copybooks that exudes a strong sense of killing.

"The hall is full of three thousand guests, and one sword is frosty and cold in nineteen states. Liu Xunxiang sighed, got up and hung all these posts on the surrounding walls, but this autumn kill post, he rolled it up, put it in a copybook tube, and put it on the top of a bookshelf.

Autumn goes to winter, a month has passed, during this time, Liu Xunxiang every day, in addition to the necessary cross-knee cultivation to comprehend the way of movement and quiet, is to write calligraphy in the store, compared with a month ago, there are obviously more calligraphy in the store, and some of the bookcases have been stacked with many scrolls.

Some of these scrolls are hung directly on the wall, and some are rolled up and stored in the cabinet, but no matter which kind of calligraphy, there is a faint exudation of a different kind of charm in it, Liu Xunxiang knows that these are the Tao rhyme, when he was in Jin Lingzong, he had caught the rain of the Tao rhyme, and took advantage of this to seriously injure the thousands of people who came.

It's just that the rhyme on these characters is messy and ethereal, and Liu Xunxiang can't go to understand it at all, so he can only hang it as an ordinary calligraphy and painting.

In this month, Liu Xunxiang's shop has always been unattended, and he has never seen a customer come in, but Liu Xunxiang doesn't care, he doesn't expect his calligraphy to sell for a price, and in the past month, his mind has gradually been all on the calligraphy, and even the necessary daily cultivation has been abandoned.

On this day, Liu Xunxiang held a piece of painting paper that was only half drawn, on this drawing paper, for some reason, faintly exuded a wild atmosphere, and on the paper, if the monks who participated in the Great Competition of Wanzang Mountain were here, they would definitely recognize that the painting on it was the ancient relic in the Wanzang Mountain in the Eastern Wilderness thousands of years ago, the roe deer owl!

This roe deer owl is the first desolate beast that Liu Xunxiang has encountered since he stepped into the cultivation realm, an ancient desolate beast that is several times higher than the bloodline of foreign beasts.

Liu Xunxiang was watching, and suddenly there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the store, and then, a tiger-headed teenager cautiously peeked into the store by the edge of the door.

When the young man saw Liu Xunxiang, there was still a trace of fear of the living in his eyes, but when he saw the roe deer owl in Liu Xunxiang's hand, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked in and shouted: "Uncle, what are you painting, why have I never seen it." ”

Liu Xunxiang saw that the young man's eyes were clear and his face was honest, and he was immediately dumbfounded, and said: "This is a beast, and Song Guo does not have it." ”

The boy stared intently, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Uncle, you... Can you give it to me?"

Such a boy who is only fifteen or sixteen years old is the time when his curiosity is the heaviest, especially when he sees such strange animals, he loves it even more. Three-two

Liu Xunxiang looked at the young man in front of him, and for some reason thought of Liu Long, smiled, he put this thought behind him, and handed the roe deer owl picture to the young man.

The young man couldn't put it down when he held the painting, and immediately cheered: "Thank you, uncle, I am from the blacksmith shop next door, so I will go home first." ”

With that, he hurried out of the shop.

"Dad, mother, look at what this is, it was given to me by the uncle next door. ”

Liu Xunxiang heard the young man's shout in the store, shook his head and smiled.

But soon, a man and a woman came outside the store, and the two of them led the young man just now to Liu Xunxiang's shop, and the young man was still holding the roe deer owl picture that Liu Xunxiang had just given him, and the man who was holding the boy Liu Xunxiang also knew that it was Zhou Tiesheng who came to his shop when the store first opened.

Zhou Tiesheng wiped his hand vigorously on his body, and then took the painting from the young man's hand, and said with some restraint: "Brother Liu, my baby is not sensible, don't be surprised, how much silver do you paint here?"

Zhou Tiesheng said, and prepared to take out the silver.

Seeing this, Liu Xunxiang shook his head and said, "The left and right are just a piece of paper, this kid likes it, give it to him." ”

Zhou Tiesheng hesitated a little, glanced at Liu Xunxiang up and down, and said with a smile: "Okay, anyway, I'm also a rough person, and it's hypocritical to push around, that, I see that you have nothing else but calligraphy and painting, if you don't dislike it, I'll deal with it at the eldest brother's house in a while, I have my own rough wine here, although it can't be compared to those nobles in the imperial capital, but it's strong." ”

Liu Xunxiang looked at the sincerity in his eyes, and couldn't help but think of the scene at Brother Wu's house in the village when he was in Daqin, he didn't refuse, and nodded with a smile.

The young man's mother didn't look like a girl, she looked very simple, and when she saw Liu Xunxiang nodding, she hurriedly said, "Then I'll hurry up and clean up first, and give you two a few hard dishes today." ”

Liu Xunxiang looked at this scene, and her eyes were a little red.

Father and son are filial piety, husband and wife are loving, and the family lives a dull life, how good....

In the shop next door, there is a small square table, on which in addition to a few small dishes, there is a large pot of pork water and a small plate of cold beef.

Although Liu Xunxiang no longer needs these grains in his current realm, he still picked up his chopsticks and ate a few bites, but he didn't move a mouthful of just meat.

It's not that he doesn't eat, but he looked at the appearance of the young man's dinner table, and also guessed that this week, although the Tiesheng family has their own shop in the emperor's capital, they must be very frugal on weekdays, and they are reluctant to be so fishy, so he naturally gave these to the young man.

Drinking the rough wine that Zhou Tiesheng was proud of and eating the long-lost home-cooked food, Liu Xunxiang's mood became more peaceful, and the aura in his body began to operate on its own again, and the bottleneck of cultivation began to shake endlessly.

The taste of this wine is stronger than the pepper wine drunk in that village.

After entering the throat, it is like a burning line of fire, burning from the throat and eyes all the way to the abdomen, and then a strong smell of wine comes back from the abdomen and rushes straight to the mind, making the mind feel like being hit by a heat wave, and the forehead can suddenly overflow with beads of sweat.

Since this day, this rough wine has become an indispensable thing for Liu Xunxiang on weekdays, and this young man, in addition to helping his father Zhou Tiesheng every day, has another errand to deliver wine.

In Liu Xunxiang's shop, calligraphy and painting began to become more and more, including not only calligraphy, but also some pictures of strange beasts, he almost drew all the strange beasts he had seen and seen over the years, but among these pictures of strange beasts, he always had two pictures that could not be drawn.

One is a half-finished roe deer owl, and one pair.... It's the Grey Crow.

Especially the gray crow, he couldn't even finish it with a pen, and after a few times, he was even more convinced that the gray crow was not a mortal beast, and he would definitely not die like this...

Each of these calligraphy and paintings contains his spiritual power, which mortals cannot feel at all, only monks who have spiritual cultivation can detect it, and these calligraphy and paintings, if a monk sees them, he will be shocked.

Because of the coercion of the spiritual power in these calligraphy and paintings, it is almost comparable to the Yuan Explosion Talisman of the Hua Dan Realm!

The Yuan Explosion Talisman is to hide the monk's peak blow in it, and throw it when necessary, which can not only hurt the enemy, but also save his life, but this Yuan Explosion Talisman is a one-time magic weapon, and it consumes a lot, especially a high-grade Yuan Explosion Talisman of the Huadan Realm, in the cultivation realm, it is almost priceless.

What's more, in this calligraphy and painting, there are still some breaths that even have the intention of transcending the Huadan realm.

Where is this calligraphy and painting, this is clearly one by one, turning decay into magic, and the magic weapon of cultivating truth condensed with paper and ink!