Leaving that street, Koike Castle was still full of flowers.

The shouts of street vendors came and went.

At this time, Su Jiu, Su Mianmian and Jin Chen were standing in front of a stall, watching the old man in front of him paint a sugar painting with syrup.

This craft may not be much in the eyes of cultivators, but in the eyes of mortals, it is an extremely incredible existence.

After all, a cultivator can use his divine sense to make all his actions very accurate.

And the old man in front of him obviously didn't have such a thing as divine sense, relying entirely on his habits and experience for many years.

In Su Jiu's opinion, as a mortal, he can insist on doing one thing all year round, which is an extremely powerful existence.

After all, it takes more patience and perseverance to do this kind of thing.

This sugar painting can be painted so exquisitely, it is by no means something that can be practiced overnight.

Su Jiu couldn't help but sigh a little, a mortal still knows such hard work, and they, as monks with innate advantages, should also work harder to live up to their talents.

After a while, the sugar painting was finished.

"Old man, how can this sugar painting be sold?" Su Mianmian took the lead in opening his mouth.

Their cultivators can hardly be called by age anymore, so older mortals usually use Mr. to address them.

As soon as the old man looked up, he saw several young people in front of him.

"You are actually cultivators, aren't you......" The old man's voice was old and hoarse.

Su Mianmian was slightly surprised, she could be very sure that this old gentleman was an old man in his seventies, without any aura on his body, he was a mortal, but as a mortal, how could he tell that they were immortal cultivators?

seems to have guessed Su Mianmian's doubts, "I have experienced a lot, I have seen a lot, and I can guess a few points." A few people whose temperament is not like ordinary people, and they should be people who cultivate truth. ”

Su Mianmian was interested, "Can the old gentleman see the cultivators on this street?"

The old man smiled and shook his head, "Most of them still can't be seen." ”

Su Mianmian couldn't understand this sentence, but Su Jiu understood.

After all, even if it is a person who cultivates the truth, not everyone can be free of distractions and have a brilliant aura, and at first glance, there is actually no difference between a mortal who is not outstanding in temperament.

The old man looked at Su Jiu and then at Su Mianmian, and suddenly smiled.

"I'll give you this candy painting. ”

Su Mianmian was stunned, "How can this work, after all, you rely on this for a living......"

"Thank you very much. ”

The old man looked at Su Jiu and couldn't help but smile, and then lowered his head and started the second sugar painting.

The two vendors next to the sugar painting stall couldn't help but shake their heads as they looked at the backs of Su Jiu and the others gradually walking away.

"Old man, those three don't look like they have no money, why don't you not ask them for more, but also give away the sugar painting directly?"

The surrounding vendors all knew that the old man's livelihood was difficult, and there was no one else in the family, so they all had more or less pity for him.

The old man just smiled, "It's pleasing to the eye." "Although he has lived for so long, he can't count countless people, but he can also see that those people are people with clear minds.

He is willing to give more kindness to such people.

But the people around him obviously didn't understand, they just thought that this old man was stupid to paint candy.

After all, in today's world, most people will buy something useful for them, a sugar painting, at most, they can coax children who don't understand anything.

It's rare to have such a guest, who doesn't know how to grasp the opportunity, and actually chooses to give it away......

The old man didn't care about other people's whispers, and only immersed himself in his own sugar paintings.

Until very late, I didn't meet another person who came to buy candy paintings.

Occasionally, children pass by the stall and pull their parents to buy candy paintings, but their parents refuse.

It's not that the old man hasn't seen those adults who dislike sugar paintings, but it's precisely because he has seen more that he doesn't care more and more.

Some mothers will even say directly to their children, "You see how dirty that stall is, it will have diarrhea after eating, and that thing will look good and not taste good at all, if you want to eat sugar, can your mother take you to the dim sum shop?"

At the beginning, the old man would be angry and emotional when he heard this kind of words, but time will always smooth everything out.

The day was over again, and the old man cleaned up his stall as usual.

When he had just closed the curtain, he was suddenly separated by a hard object.

It's a stone, but how can there be a stone here?

The old man lifted the curtain with doubts, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, what kind of stone is this, this is clearly a gold ingot.

He didn't have any guests that day, where did he come from......

The old man stopped his movements as if he suddenly remembered something, and he seemed to remember that the three cultivators before seemed to be standing in this position......

As soon as the old man thought about it, he understood the intention of the cultivator, if he gave it to him directly at that time, he would not say it, or if he wanted it, he would not be able to protect it with his body.

So the cultivator gave him the silver in this way, and the old man wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his dry hand and carefully wrapped the gold.

His life has only been in the world for a few decades, and it is the first time that he has felt the warmth left by a cultivator.

......

When it was time to go back, Su Mianmian bought a lot of snacks from mortals.

There were several packs of pastries alone, and in order not to attract attention, they did not put them in the storage bag, but all of them were carried by Jin Chen in the back.

Su Jiu glanced at Jin Chen with some sympathy.

Because the things Su Mianmian bought had already covered the top of Jin Chen's head, and Jin Chen's handsome face was also tightly covered by these objects.

Although sympathetic, I also want to laugh.

First the son of the family, and then the peak master's personal inheritance, it is the first time since he was born to think of such treatment.

On the other hand, Su Mianmian, a sugar gourd in one hand and a candy man in the other, is very happy to eat.

"Ah Jiu, don't you really want to eat?"

A bunch of red fruits dangled in front of Su Jiu, and Su Jiu walked forward without squinting.

"It's too late, let's go back early. ”

After saying that, he strode forward first.

Su Mianmian seemed to have thought of something, and the action of eating sugar gourd suddenly paused.

"By the way, is it really okay if we don't give money for that sugar painting today?"

The corners of Su Jiu's mouth hooked slightly, but he didn't speak.

If Jin Chen hadn't been able to spare his hands, he would have wanted to support his forehead.

Feelings, this stupid girl, really thought that Su Jiu didn't give silver.

"Mianmian, Ah Jiu has given it. ”

"When?"

"While your eyes are still glued to that sugar painting. ”

When Su Mianmian heard this, her footsteps couldn't help but slow down, and she was on par with Jin Chen unconsciously.

"Did you notice that Ah Jiu gave the silver to the old gentleman?"

"Ah Jiu gave gold. ”

Su Mianmian's eyes flashed suddenly, and she said coquettishly, "I understand, the reason why Ah Jiu gave such a low profile is to not attract attention!"

Jin Chen smiled and nodded, "Yes, imagine it, if Ah Jiu gave the old gentleman a certain amount of gold in front of everyone, do you think he can protect it with his age and physical strength?"

Su Mianmian nodded thoughtfully, "Sure enough, it's still thoughtful as Ah Jiu thought." ”

The two of them got together again and muttered for a long time.

It was so long that the figure had gradually dispersed, so long that before he knew it, Jin Chen had already thrown the objects in his hand into the storage ring.

There were still lanterns on the street, and the dim light stretched the shadows of the two for a long time......