However, this kind of emotion is different from back then, if you want to be a true monarch, you must first enter the mortal, if you really let go of family affection and let go of everything, then if you want to enter the mortal, it is impossible at all.

The reason why every monk in the True Monarch period is strong, in addition to his cultivation, is that he has a very deep hidden emotion in his heart, and it is this emotion that can make them enter the mortal, so that through emotion, they can break through the bottleneck of the True Master and reach the realm of the True Monarch.

It is precisely because of this obsession that Yuwen Zhouyuan did not encounter too many setbacks in entering the mortal, but gradually felt the feeling of being mortal.

At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan was immersed in the thoughts of his parents and relatives and friends, and quietly felt this feeling, the spiritual power in his body once again rotated wildly, this rotation, gradually penetrated out of the body, and on all the portraits in the interior of this store, a trace of spiritual energy suddenly rose, and the spiritual power in Yuwen Zhouyuan's body fluctuated in the same way, rapidly rotating.

Gradually, this spiritual power rotated faster and faster, revealing the store.

The snowflakes that fall from the sky turn as they hit the roof of the store, forming swirling snowflakes that glide quickly in all directions.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and after a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan gradually woke up, and at the moment when he was awake, those portraits that were hung had a small half of a breath that spontaneously combusted without wind.

Although this small half of the pictures did not spontaneously combust in the wind, the spiritual power that permeated the remaining pictures was heavier than before, and even the quality had improved.

Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at it, took a deep breath, he stood up, pushed open the door of the store, and a cold light blew in his face, mixed with countless coldness, Yuwen Zhouyuan looked up at the sky, and whispered plainly: "Zhenjun, I, Yuwen Zhouyuan, will succeed!"

At this time, the door of the opposite wine shop suddenly opened, Xiaohu and his father Zou Zhiming, when they were about to go out, saw Yuwen Zhouyuan standing opposite, and couldn't help but froze for a moment, and then Xiaohu ran a few steps, stepped on the snow, made a creaking sound, came to Yuwen Zhouyuan's side, and shouted: "Uncle Yuwen, do you know that we are coming." So saying, he went into the room and sat down by the fire.

Xiaohu's father, holding a wooden basket with a smile, said to Yuwen Zhouyuan: "Brother Yuwen, you didn't go to the clinic today, and you didn't paint?"

Yuwen Juyuan smiled and said, "No, it's idle today, it's cold outside, come in and say." ”

Zou Zhiming entered the room, looked at the pictures around him, and showed envy in his eyes, then put down the wooden basket in his hand and rubbed his hands, as if he wanted to say something, but he was embarrassed to speak.

At this time, Xiaohu, who was sitting by the fire, saw the statues of Yuwen Zhouyuan's parents and relatives, and immediately snorted softly and said, "Uncle Yuwen, why have I never seen these portraits, are they painted recently?"

Yuwen Jooyuan closed the door, sat aside, and said, "No, I painted it before." ”

Xiaohu looked at these portraits intently and said, "Uncle Yuwen, who are these portraits?"

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showed a hint of nostalgia, and he said slowly: "It's my relative." ”

Xiaohu was stunned, so he didn't continue to ask, but quickly stood up, ran to the wooden basket, opened the lid, and saw three plates of delicate side dishes and two pots of rosehip stuff in it.

Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at it, and looked at Zou Zhiming with a smile, in the past three years, he has often interacted with each other, this is the first time he has seen this hearty man have the current scene, obviously he has something to ask for his help.

"Brother Zou, just tell me something. Yuwen Juyuan said.

Zou Zhiming hesitated, rubbed his hands, and said embarrassedly: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Xiaohu looked at the small vegetables in the wooden basket, swallowed his saliva, and reached out to grab it inside, his father's eyes widened, and the frightened Xiaohu hurriedly withdrew his hand, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Isn't it just to borrow some silver from Uncle Yuwen, what are you embarrassed to say." ”

Zou Zhiming's face turned red all of a sudden, and he scolded: "Little rabbit cub, what is the matter with you when the adults speak, you wait until you go home and see how I clean you up." ”

Xiaohu stuck out his tongue and said to Yuwen Zhouyuan: "Uncle Yuwen, my father is embarrassed to say, let me say, my mother is going to take down the shop next to it and make the wine shop bigger, but now the stele is relatively Kun, and the money is not enough." ”

Zou Zhiming sighed, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said helplessly: "Brother Yuwen, your sister-in-law always says that our winery is small, so there are not many people who come to buy wine. ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled and nodded, picked up the wooden basket inland wine jug, took a sip and said, "Brother Zou, how much silver do you need?"

Zou Zhiming hesitated for a moment and said, "His shop is quite large, and he has to pay two years of rent at a time, which requires seventy taels of silver...... Kindness...... Fifty taels, fifty taels is enough. ”

Xiaohu pouted and whispered, "My mother obviously said that it would take a hundred taels ......" He didn't wait to speak, and was glared at by his father fiercely.

Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded, didn't speak, but got up and came to the medicine cabinet, opened a drawer casually, picked up a piece of gold at random, and walked back and put it in front of Zou Zhiming.

After Zou Zhiming saw the gold, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "I don't need so much, Brother Yuwen, you take it back quickly, I only need to borrow fifty taels of silver." In his opinion, this gold, to say the least, was twenty taels, which was too much for him to need.

Yuwen Zhouyuan picked up the wine jug and said with a smile: "Brother Zou, this money is not borrowed from you, but my money to buy wine, one pot a day from now on, your rosehip brewing is good, and the wine money for ten years is also worth it." ”

Zou Zhiming hesitated for a moment, his face showed excitement, and said, "Brother Yuwen, this ......"

Xiaohu rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, you just take it, Uncle Yuwen sells a painting, and it is worth ten taels of gold." ”

Zou Zhiming glared at Xiaohu again, then took a deep breath, he picked up the wine jug, took a big sip of it, nodded and said: "Brother Yuwen, what ten or eight years, as long as you live here for one day, I will send you a pot every day." ”

Yuwen Juyuan chuckled, looking at the father and son in front of him, his heart gradually stopped being cold, and slowly had a trace of warmth.

Zou Zhiming's father drank a lot that night, and two pots of wine were obviously not enough, so Xiaohu waited on the side, and it was not enough to drink until the tenth pot was brought.

In the end, Xiaohu's father was drunk and collapsed, but he kept holding the gold tightly in his hand and was helped back by Xiaohu.

After sending away Xiaohu's father and son, Yuwen Zhouyuan sat by the stove, and suddenly sighed in his heart, for mortals, twenty taels of gold is a lot of money, but for monks, it is like dung, and he won't even look at it.

Yuwen Juyuan sat quietly in the store, spread rice paper and began to draw again.

Time is in a hurry, and three years have passed, Xiaohu's winery has more than doubled, and the business is really as Xiaohu's mother thought, much better than before, but once this business is good, Xiaohu's leisure time will be less, and he has to make wine with his father all day long.

Only after the evening did Xiaohu have time to drag his tired body, carry a pot of rosehip stuff, and come to Yuwen Zhouyuan to watch him paint, because time is tight, Xiaohu has no time to paint.

Xiaohu's parents, the wrinkles on their faces gradually increased.

Yuwen Juyuan's appearance has also changed from six years ago, he no longer looks young, but has entered middle age, and there is gradually a wrinkle on his face.

This is Yuwen Zhouyuan's deliberate use of spells, after all, if a person's appearance has not changed at all in six years, then it will be an incredible thing for these kind and simple neighbors around.

In the next three years, Ma Yunqiao has gradually come more and more, almost every month, he has to come over once, offering a large number of gold and silver things and wine, the meaning of winning over is self-evident, and sometimes these things are pointed out in the words, all of which are the filial piety of His Royal Highness the Prince.

For this son, Yuwen Zhouyuan has no interest in the slightest, the reason why he stayed in Kyoto is only one purpose, that is, to experience the feelings of mortals, so as to make a breakthrough in his cultivation.

The struggle for power between mortals and the earth, with his identity, is really lazy to participate.

After a few years of mortal life, Yuwen Zhouyuan at this time already looks like a completely mortal, and his cultivation can't see it, and his face is full of vicissitudes of time.

Even some monks who had fought with him would never be able to recognize him at this time as the unblinking Yuwen Zhouyuan who killed people back then.

In the past six years, Yuwen Zhouyuan has saved tens of thousands of patients, but there are also many terminally ill people who rushed to Huangquan in front of his eyes.

Facing life and death, recalling the killings along the way, Yu Zhu Yuan has seen life and death more and more thoroughly, and he has become more and more aware of reincarnation!

The blue mist outside Yuwen Zhouyuan's body was also condensed by him unconsciously two years ago, turned into cyan beads, and was put into a storage bag by him.

Dongfang Hancui is still in retreat, even Yuwen Xiangwan, Yuwen Long'er, and Dongfang Yunfei are also in retreat.

Although his divine thoughts entered the Heavenly Book Space several times, in addition to discovering that the number of lightning snails had increased by three layers, and among these lightning snails, there was a faint birth of the Ox King.

The Soul Eater Beast is also dormant in the Heavenly Book Space, and it is estimated that its strength will increase greatly when it wakes up.

Huang Yan Zhenzun has not woken up, in short, everything has not changed much in the past few years, as if time has stood still.

On this day, Umun Joo-won was neither sick nor drawing, so he walked out the door and walked towards the end of the street.

There is a father and daughter singing big drum books at the head of the street, singing books in the Mojia Teahouse, and today Yuwen Zhouyuan is going to listen to it for a while and relax.

Sitting behind the table by the window, Yuwen Jooyuan closed his eyes and listened to the voice of the singing woman, and his mind flew back to the days when he watched a movie with his girlfriend Cheng Runa before the earth was crossed.

Suddenly, a rather obscene voice shocked Yuwen Jooyuan back to reality from his memories: "Yo, this little lady sings well, good!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan looked and found an old man in a gray cotton robe, this old man had messy hair, his face was blue and purple, and there were several big footprints on his chest.

As soon as he came in, he immediately applauded loudly, and the shopkeeper frowned, and scolded: "Call Hanako, go away, I don't have any money for you today!"