Seeing this scene, Wang Fan unconsciously showed a smile on his face, in the past few years, he has watched Zeng Lei grow up, and the sense of closeness in his heart has become stronger and stronger.

After the fireworks, Zeng Lei played with the playmates around him for a while, and then shook his hands and dispersed.

After that, Zeng Lei trotted to Wang Fan's shop, sat on the chair next to him, and said with a wink: "Uncle Wang, I heard my father say yesterday that the shopkeeper of Chu in the east wanted to marry his daughter to you a few days ago, why didn't you agree! I heard that many people have broken the threshold of both of them in order to marry his daughter. ”

When he said this, Zeng Lei had a puzzled look on his face, but he didn't understand why Wang Fan didn't agree.

Wang Fan touched his head, smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Uncle has a daughter-in-law!"

"Ah!" Hearing this, Zeng Lei stood up with a sigh of relief, and said in surprise: "Then why haven't I seen it, then who is better looking between her and the daughter of the shopkeeper Chu?"

"You kid begging to beat!" Wang Fan immediately gave him a burst of chestnut.

"Ouch......"

Seeing the look of pain on Zeng Lei's face, a figure appeared in Wang Fan's mind, and he couldn't help but say, "She's better-looking—"

"I know, Uncle Wang, you actually came to the capital to sell paintings to make money, so go back and marry her in the future!" Zeng Lei smiled and said affirmatively.

Hearing this, Wang Fan was angry for a while, but he couldn't explain the real reason, so he just went wrong!

Nodding, he said, "Yes, when my uncle makes a lot of money, I will go back and marry her!"

But what he was thinking in his heart was that the moment he broke through to the god would be the moment when he and Wang Qing would meet again.

Just as Zeng Lei was speaking again, Zeng Lin on the other side called out, Zeng Lei hurriedly responded, and said with a crying face: "Hey, I'm going to sell wine again, and I can't even play for long." With that, he returned to his wine flag.

At this moment, a touch of snowflakes suddenly floated in the sky, and slowly, the snowflakes became bigger and bigger, and the entire ground was covered with a layer, about an inch thick.

Wang Fan stretched out his hand to take it, and suddenly the snowflake fell on his palm and melted suddenly.

The first snow of the year fell at this moment.

Feeling the cold wind blowing around him, Wang Fan looked as usual, took a sip of wine, and suddenly a warm current rose from his abdomen and slowly spread to all parts of his body.

But the only place is that it is always cold, and that is Wang Fan's heart.

This kind of coldness, which comes from the heart, is the price of life, and it is also something that everyone will feel.

Turning into a mortal, turning into a god, how can it be so easy, these are the costs.

As the snowflakes fell, the night seemed to come faster, and the pedestrians around them were hurrying to get back to their homes as soon as possible, and the family gathered around the fire to keep warm.

As the lights of the residents in the city were lit up, a glimmer of light was brought to this cold and dark night sky.

And Wang Fan also closed the door of the shop, and after ordering everyone to disperse, he came to his residence alone, lay on the bed, and after taking a sip of wine, he lay on the bed, and the whole person fell into a state of sleep.

In the past few years, Wang Fan's heart has been rid of longing, and there is loneliness.

There is the anguish of losing all of your family, the sorrow of being alone in a foreign land, the desolation of living alone, and the ......

He knew that this was what he had to experience as a mortal, and since he had become mortal, he had to experience this feeling until he had become mortal.

But he didn't know that he himself seemed to be a little addicted to this kind of mortal life, and suddenly he somewhat understood Wang Qing's thoughts at the beginning.

Sometimes, being a mortal is not a good thing.

However, after he saw the world of Xiuzhen, he knew that it would be difficult to go back to the past in this life.

Next to his bedside was a large stove with some dry wood burning inside.

He had prepared these dry timbers a long time ago, and bought them from a chaiman for a tael of silver, without which mortals would basically not be able to survive the winter.

For mortals, it's no joke that Lu has frozen bones, that's true.

Looking at the light of the fire in the furnace, after a little silence, Wang Fan took out a painting scroll and slowly spread it out.

The most popular is his father and mother, and below is himself.

Looking at this painting, Wang Fan's heart warmed a little, and then he took out many painting scrolls, these people, without exception, are all from Wangjia Village.

Of course, there is also the second uncle's family, he has a great kindness to him, and he will never forget this kindness, not to mention that he and Wang Qing have ......

Thinking of this, Wang Fan's heart gradually warmed a lot, and looking at these picture scrolls, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Only he can understand this suffering, and only he can eliminate it, or maybe he doesn't want to eliminate it at all.

But he also had doubts in his heart, that is, when he built the foundation, he had to cut off the mortal dust in order to build the foundation successfully.

Even if Ronan persuaded him to cut down the mortal dust, he never let go, and finally embarked on the path of reverse cultivation.

Now, he understood Ronan's words.

At the beginning, he built the immortal foundation and cut the mortal dust, but in fact, he got into the tip of the horns, but in fact, he didn't really cut off a person's emotions, but cut off distracting thoughts, and hid this emotion deep in his heart.

When it is time to turn into an ordinary, with this trace of obsession, he can turn into an ordinary, successfully break through the Yuan Infant, and finally turn into a god.

Thinking of this, the corners of Wang Fan's mouth couldn't help but show a wry smile.

At this moment, he was lying on the bed, looking at the stove that emitted light and heat, and became demented, and around his body, the spiritual power of heaven and earth automatically rotated.

Gradually, Wang Fan fell into a strange state, and the spiritual power at his dantian automatically rotated, showing the same frequency as the spiritual power vortex outside his body.

At this time, outside the house, a vortex of spiritual power was also generated, and the snowflakes fluttering around also turned and drifted to other places.

At the moment when this strange scene appeared, in a ruined temple in the capital, an old man in rags was drinking at this time, nibbling on chicken legs, his face was greasy.

Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he muttered in a low voice: "It's actually that kid, it's only been five years...... Okay, boy, I'll help you this time, but... Hey hey ......"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and suddenly a white light pierced the sky, instantly enveloping Wang Fan's shop.

And the people who had not yet slept near that street fell asleep for no reason, and the world was silent.

I don't know when, Wang Fan's body was slightly repeated, and the whole person suddenly woke up from this strange state.

At this time, it was still dark night, and the lights were bright all around, he immediately looked inside his body, and at this time, his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Yuan Infant, and a trace of black sludge oozed from his whole body.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Wang Fan couldn't stop the joy in his heart, and immediately took a shower and put on a new dress.

After doing all this, the sky was already bright, and the sky was covered with a touch of fish belly.

Wang Fan stood up straight, took a deep breath, and exhaled a circle of white mist, which showed how low the temperature was.

Seeing this, Wang Fan thought about it for a while, added another thick robe to himself, came to the place where the servants were resting, and with a wave of his hand, the prohibition placed on them disappeared immediately.

The scar man was the first to react, a wave of doubt in his eyes, and then a voice sounded in their ears.

"Let's go, I won't have a chance after today. ”

In the puzzled eyes of everyone, Wang Fan came to the front of the store and opened the store.

A cold wind blew, and several afterimages drifted through the sky, the traces of the monk's flight.

Soon, the monks that Wang Fan had caught left one after another, and none of them touched Wang Fan's paintings, and after a few breaths, they disappeared without a trace.

The snowflakes slowly fell, but Wang Fan didn't dodge or dodge, looked at the snowflakes fluttering in the sky, and muttered in a low voice: "Huafan... Painting God... Avatar... Huh!"