"Fool, you must have taken the wrong path! Miserable master!" The young male cultivator quickly searched for a circle on the top of the mountain, and after failing to succeed, he turned around and raised his leg and kicked on the heart of the senior martial artist who led the way.

The man immediately flew out a foot or two away, and with a "bang", like a broken sack, his head was down, lying heavily on the sand and gravel ground. Dust raises high.

"Hurry up, go down the mountain!" the young male cultivator didn't even look at it, and then sat on the sedan chair again, urging in a hurry.

A big living person who was nodding behind the steward just now was lying motionless not far away at this moment. I don't know if there's still a breath left...... The other four, whether they were the two palanquin drivers or their attendants, were all trembling with fright. Hearing the order, the four of them went down the mountain as fast as they could.

On the other side, Yuan Feng and Shen Jiumei entered the city and went straight to the address given by Fu Zixing to buy spices. Luckily, the department store is still there. It's just that it's not the same as what Fu Zixing said, and the face of the door has been reduced by almost half. There were no men in the shop, only a fat old man over fifty years old, wearing a half-worn blue cloth robe, sitting behind the mottled counter, holding a pen in one hand and pulling an abacus bead in the other, doing the accounts.

Hearing someone come in, he raised his head, showed a smiling face full of wrinkles, and beckoned, "Guest officer, what do you want to buy?"

Yuan Feng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said secretly: That's right, it's this store.

Before coming, Fu Zixing told him more than once. Even if you find a shop, if the store has a different shopkeeper, don't buy it again. Because the old shopkeeper of this store is both the owner and the master. The few seasonings you want to buy can only be concocted by the old shopkeeper. Other shops, the same seasoning, just don't have the quality that Fu Zixing wants.

And the old shopkeeper is very easy to recognize: this person is very modest, and he will give a big smile when he meets people, and over time, the wrinkles on his face have formed the lines of a smile.

"Shopkeeper, please help me see if I can match these seasonings. Yuan Feng took out the list written by Fu Zixing and handed it to the counter.

"Hey. Wait a minute. Let me see. The old shopkeeper put down his work, picked up the list from the counter, squinted a pair of old eyes, and looked at it carefully. However, after just one glance, he raised his head again and looked at Yuan Feng. Unlike just now, this time, every wrinkle on his face trembled slightly. The smile is more vivid, and the whole face is simply smiling like a flower.

However, Yuan Feng and Shen Jiumei could see that the old shopkeeper was actually trying his best to suppress his excitement.

The old shopkeeper didn't say anything, lowered his eyelids again, and continued to look at the list. After reading the last one, he raised his old eyes again, and his face returned to its previous appearance: "Yes." The amount is a bit much, though. It's annoying to wait a little bit. In this way, it is noisy and crowded outside, and the courtyard behind is quieter. The two of them moved inside for the time being, and the little old man made a pot of coarse tea for the two of them, and the two of them waited while drinking tea, so as to pass the time. What do you two think?"

It seems that he is on the little dang of Fuzixing. This trip is not as simple as buying spices! Yuan Feng is both angry and funny - brothers who share life and death also come to this kind of hypocrisy.

But as soon as his mind turned, he was relieved again. I think back then, Fu Zixing and his mother went south, wasn't he also deceived?

Yes, this is "one report for one report"!

Yuan Feng secretly shook Shen Jiumei's hand, nodded and responded, "Okay, it's up to the shopkeeper." ”

"Please wait a little longer. Now there is only one little old man in our store. When you go to the back, there will be no one to take care of the front, and you have to close the door first. The old shopkeeper walked out of the counter, and while explaining, he quickly closed the door and closed the chain.

When the work is over, lead the two of them inside.

Inside is a small and quiet courtyard.

There is a small bamboo table in the open air in the courtyard, and a small wooden pestle with low legs.

The old shopkeeper still didn't ask anything, but was noticeably much more enthusiastic than before. After beckoning the two to sit down at the small bamboo table, he flew to the small kitchen next to him.

The kitchenette is semi-open-air. So that you can see clearly from the outside.

The old shopkeeper stabbed open the stove and lit a fire. While doing it, he turned around and explained to the two: "The fire is sealed, and if you stab it, you can boil water, and it will be very fast." ”

No matter how you look at it, it's not an ordinary old customer who comes to the door. Shen Jiumei looked at Yuan Feng. The latter shrugged his shoulders and showed a "don't be impatient" expression.

After a while, the tea was served. The old shopkeeper said apologetically: "I've been waiting for a long time. The little old man went to stock up on the goods. ”

Yuan Feng couldn't help it, and said: "The shopkeeper, my surname is Yuan, and Brother Xing is a brother who exchanged lives. Pointing to Shen Jiumei, who was sitting on the side, she introduced, "This is Neiko." Brother Xing called her sister-in-law. You don't have to be polite with us. ”

"It turned out to be Yuan Gongzi!" the old shopkeeper's eyes widened in disbelief, "You don't look like you did it a few years ago." The sin was not recognized by the little old man. ”

"Have you seen me?" Yuan Feng was also surprised.

The old shopkeeper really laughed from the bottom of his heart this time: "I have seen it twice in Young Master Xing's house." Xiao Lao'er used to be the companion of Young Master Xing's mother. This shop was opened with half of the money that the lady helped. As he spoke, his eyes quickly dimmed again, "It's all the little old man who is incompetent, I'm sorry Miss." In recent years, business has been going back more and more. Three years ago, I suddenly fell ill and suffered a famine, so I had to divide half of the front façade and lease it out...... I thought that I could ease up with my efforts and take back the façade, but I didn't want to, and the business was even worse. A few years ago, I had to sell the shop that I rented out. That's it, I'm afraid it won't last long. Fortunately, Yuan Gongzi came. Young Master Xing finally has a letter. ”

That's what happened. There's nothing unclear here. Yuan Feng pressed the suspicion in his heart and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, shopkeeper." Brother Xing just asked me to come here to buy spices. Nothing else, nothing was said. ”

The smile on the old shopkeeper's face froze. After a while, he settled down and asked cautiously, "Yuan Gongzi, my young lady, her, is she okay?"

His young lady sounds like he is referring to Brother Xing's mother. Yuan Feng replied, "Auntie, she passed away three years ago. ”

"Three years ago?" the old shopkeeper listened, wringing a pair of rough hands uneasily, "I remember that winter, that is, the night of November 16, I remember it clearly. In the middle of the night I had a dream that the young lady came to say goodbye to me. When I woke up, I couldn't afford to be sick...... I knew it wasn't a good sign......"

Could it be ...... Shen Jiumei's heart skipped a beat, and she told: "My aunt passed away at three o'clock on the evening of October 16. ”

"It turned out to be really a young lady...... the old shopkeeper whimpered, and the two lines of old tears snapped, and the big ones fell straight down. Each one fell on the bluestone bricks and broke into several petals.

When he got out of the shop, Yuan Feng's heart seemed to be stuffed with stones, heavy. He didn't dare to look back at the shop behind him, grabbed Shen Jiumei's hand, as if he was running away, and went straight out of the street.

After staying on two streets, Shen Jiumei had to stop: "Brother Feng, it's not your fault. After Zixing took his aunt south, he escaped the persecution of the Hongyun Martial Arts Hall disciples by the Immortal Court. Therefore, even if the aunt stays, with her body, it will ......"

Yuan Feng finally stood still, but turned his head sadly, looked at her, and interrupted: "Jiu Niang, don't comfort me." It's really my fault. Who do I think I am? Because I needed Brother Xing's help with me, I easily arranged for Brother Xing to go south with his mother. But I never thought that they were the same as me, they all had their own lives, their own relatives, their own joys and sorrows. After my aunt went south, she was depressed. It's my sin. It was me who was wrong. The last bit of warmth of the two old men in this world was ruthlessly destroyed by me. I'm just myself. I can't make decisions for anyone but myself. Unfortunately, I knew too late. ”