The two looked at each other, as cultivators, if there were still some spirit stones, but the currency, gold and silver among mortals, there were not so many at this time, of course, if they were allowed to go back and prepare, then let alone 13,000 taels, even if it was 130,000 taels, they could take the land out.

Yuwen Zhouyuan saw what the two of them thought, sighed and summoned his right hand, and the storage bag on the monk's waist was grabbed by him in the air, and he wiped it lightly, and suddenly the monk's face turned red, he took a few steps back, and a mouthful of blood was swallowed alive by him.

The look of respect in his eyes was even stronger, and the touch of Yuwen Zhouyuan had already removed his divine sense.

With a slight shake, all the portraits in it flew out one after another, hanging in their original positions one by one, without the slightest mistake, as if they had not been moved.

"Go back, and bring enough gold with you next time." Yuwen Zhouyuan said, with a casual wave of his right hand, the storage bag was immediately sent to the monk, and then the two of them were involuntarily pushed by a strong force, and slammed towards the door of the store.

At the moment of slamming into the door, the door of the shop suddenly opened, and the door closed after the two were swept out.

In this volume, more than ten miles away, the two monks finally stopped their figures, and their eyes showed unimaginable horror and horror, in their eyes, this young man's cultivation was unfathomable.

The two were silent for a while, both secretly crying out for luck in their hearts, looked at each other, and then left in a hurry, these two were the two monks in the Jingbei Palace.

They saw the extraordinary picture, and found Ma Yunqiao, who was being happy, and then rushed here overnight, but after experiencing the scene just now, the two of them were already frightened, and they didn't dare to fight the idea of this dust yuan hall.

The two of them didn't know that in their bodies, Yuwen Zhouyuan's divine consciousness had been left, and if there were any thoughts that were unfavorable to Yuwen Zhouyuan, then in an instant, they would be killed by the divine consciousness.

In fact, if these two people knew Yuwen Zhouyuan, then they should feel quite lucky, because if it was placed a year ago, then the fate of the two of them would have no other way than death.

Yuwen Juyuan sat in the shop, took a sip of wine, sighed, and muttered to himself, "I haven't killed anyone in a year......" He shook his head, turned around and went back to the back room, and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and this is already the third year of Ubun Juyuan in Kyoto.

In the past two years, Dongfang Hancui has not yet advanced to the late stage of the True Master, and she has been in retreat for the past two years.

Xiaohu grew taller and taller, his body became stronger, and there were a few more neighbors around, and the owner of the Meng family's grain store also died of serious illness, and the store was also given to others.

Xiaohu's parents' faces gradually had some slight wrinkles, although they were still young, they couldn't stand the washing of the years.

It is worth mentioning that in the past two years, many people in the neighbors around have come up to say goodbye to Yuwen Zhouyuan, and every time Yuwen Zhouyuan has politely excused himself by his wife returning to her parents' house.

The second son of the Ma family's car shop, also married a daughter-in-law, and gave birth to a fat doll, when Ma Yunqiao came back, he respectfully came to Yuwen Zhouyuan and sent a hundred taels of gold, saying that it was the filial piety of His Royal Highness the Prince of Jingbei.

In fact, in the past two years, Ma Yunqiao would come with a large amount of gold before the New Year, and Yuwen Zhouyuan also shirked this and accepted it directly.

Spring goes to autumn, the sun and the moon alternate, in the past two years, Yuwen Zhouyuan has seen birth, old age, sickness and death, and he is quite emotional in his heart.

In the past two years, Yuwen Zhouyuan has only meditated twice, and he doesn't even care much about his cultivation, he hasn't looked inside for a long time, and as for the green mist outside his body, there is only a thin layer left, all of which are condensed into three cyan beads, which are stored in his storage bag.

According to Yuwen Zhouyuan's analysis, when the fourth cyan bead condenses, all the green mist will dissipate.

At that time, the two monks came once in the past two years, and after offering a large amount of mortal gold and silver, they took away three pictures very respectfully.

In the past two years, Yuwen Zhouyuan has treated more than a thousand people with his superb medical skills, and now the entire Daxiong Kingdom is in the west of the capital, and Chenyuantang has gradually become famous, and his drawing level has also improved a lot, and now he can easily draw images of demon beasts or spirit beasts of equal strength as a mid-stage true master monk and a spirit beast.

In addition to the mortals who asked him to see a doctor, the most popular people in the store were monks.

Every cultivator who comes here buys wood carvings with mortal gold and silver, and in the past two years, wood carvings have sold a lot, and Yuwen Zhouyuan has accumulated three major drawers of gold and silver.

There are strange things in Kyoto's West City, and gradually cultivating the real world here, and slowly gaining a certain reputation.

Yuwen Zhouyuan has always been in a peaceful state of mind, without any change, what he seeks is the mentality of mortals, to understand the life of mortals, to feel the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and to use medical skills to save people to feel life and death, the Chenyuantang store is just a tool for him to comprehend the Heavenly Dao, whether it is medical skills or pictures.

At this time, seeing that the New Year is approaching, in Kyoto City, beaming with joy, Yuwen Juyuan walked out of the store, sat at the door of the store, looked at the pedestrians outside, and in his eyes, showed a deep memory.

This is the third year he has spent in Kyoto, and each time he feels different, but there is one thing that is unique, and that is the feeling of his childhood.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was an orphan when he didn't cross, to be honest, what he was most afraid of back then was the New Year, other children had parents, but he didn't.

Although he had parents after crossing, for various reasons, he only got along with his parents for less than a month, and he became an orphan again!

At that time, what Yuwen Zhouyuan lacked most was the love of his parents.

At this time, in the wine shop opposite, Xiaohu ran out quickly, holding some fireworks in his hands, playing excitedly, and saw Xiaohu Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showing a hint of joy, this child has almost grown up in the past three years, from an eleven-year-old child to a fourteen-year-old boy.

In the past three years, Xiaohu has learned to paint with him, and now he has some charm, and Yuwen Zhouyuan found that although Xiaohu did not have good talent, he had a broken spiritual root, so when he taught painting, he also passed on his simple cultivation techniques.

Although this exercise Xiaohu has cultivated at most, it is the end of the true yuan period, and it is nothing more than to increase his life span by several decades, but since he has a relationship with Xiaohu, he passed it on to him.

Last year, Xiaohu couldn't stand his father's chatter and began to learn to make wine, but once he had spare time, he would still go to Yuwen Zhouyuan to learn painting with him.

Although Xiaohu doesn't come often, a pot of rosehip stuff every day has never been broken.

Xiaohu shouted with fireworks, ran to Yuwen Zhouyuan, sat on the cold wooden bench next to him, and didn't feel cold, but squeezed his eyebrows and said: "Uncle Yuwen, why hasn't Auntie come back yet? It's been almost three years, and you don't worry about it, and you don't look for it?"

Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled slightly, touched Xiaohu's head, and said: "How do you know that uncle is not worried, her mother's family is in the Dongyang Empire, there are some things that need to be dealt with over there, things are not easy to do, and the road is long, it is estimated that she will come back in two or three years." ”

"Huh, really?" the little tiger stood up suddenly, looking surprised.

"It's true!" Yuwen Zhou Yuan said.

Xiaohu was about to speak, when his father called in the winery, Xiaohu hurriedly answered, and said to Yuwen Zhouyuan with a bitter face: "Alas, it's time to drink again." With that, he reluctantly returned to the winery.

From the winery, there were a few words of Xiaohu's father's reprimand, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a sip of wine, and sat quietly at the door, at this time the sky gradually drifted a little snowflake, slowly, the snowflakes became bigger and bigger, and the first snow of the year, silently, fell from the sky.

The temperature cooled down all of a sudden.

The snowflakes hit Yuwen Zhouyuan's face, quickly melting into ice water, Yuwen Zhouyuan looked up at the dim sky, after a long time, he stretched out his right hand, and shook it casually, and suddenly the surrounding snowflakes instantly condensed.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes gradually showed a declining color, and the coldness brought by the snowflakes was really insignificant to him, but at this time, he looked at the lights of the shops around him, and only his shop on the entire street was pitch black, and a trace of coldness suddenly rose in his heart.

This kind of coldness is not something that can be expelled by any source of fire, not that any magic spell can make up for it, this kind of coldness is the price of comprehending the way of heaven, and it is a necessity to experience life.

If you want to be a true monarch, you must first enter the mortal.

But it is easy to enter the fan, but in fact, it is not so simple, Yuwen Zhouyuan now, he has experienced Dugu, this loneliness he knows that he has to continue to experience.

Compared with this loneliness, after a few years, the people around you die one by one, and it seems that there is only one person in the whole heaven and earth, compared to this, that is the real loneliness.

Yuwen Juyuan was silent, and after a long time, he staggered to his feet, and the whole person seemed to be a little old at this moment, slowly cleaned up the chair at the door, returned to the store, and gently closed the door.

After a long time, a fire lit up in the shop, although it looked like the other shops around, but in fact, this fire light was only the surface, and there was a deep loneliness hidden inside.

Yuwen Zhouyuan sat by the fire, the shop was very warm, but his heart was getting colder and colder, and he was silent for a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan picked up the storage bag, took out a scroll from it, put it beside him, and then opened it.

The scroll depicts his father, Yuwen Jian.

Looking at the portrait, Yuwen Juyuan's heart was cold, and gradually decreased, he took out the portrait of his mother again, and then the images of relatives and friends were taken out of the storage bag by him and placed around the oil lamp.

Looking at these portraits, Yuwen Juyuan showed a smile, although this smile was full of a trace of satisfaction, but if anyone saw this smile at this time, they would feel that where this is laughter, it is clearly a silent cry.

The lights flickered, the light and shade were uncertain, and the same was true on people's faces, and it was even more strange to be reflected on those images.

Gently picking up the portraits, the coldness in Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart gradually decreased, but although there was less loneliness, the sadness was heavy.

"Can't put it down...... I can't let go of ......," Yuwen Jooyuan muttered to himself.