The two looked at each other. As cultivators, they would still have some spiritual stones, but the currency of gold and silver among mortals is not that much at this time. Of course, if they are asked to go back and prepare, then don't say anything.
Thirteen thousand taels, even 130,000 taels, can still be taken out.
Yuwen Zhouyuan saw what the two of them were thinking. He sighed and called his right hand. He grabbed the storage bag from the monk's waist and lightly touched it. The monk's face suddenly turned red and he took a few steps back.
He swallowed a mouthful of blood alive.
The look of respect in his eyes became even stronger, and the touch of Yuwen Zhouyuan had already removed his consciousness.
With a slight shake, all the portraits inside flew out one after another and hung in their original positions one by one, without any mistakes, as if they had not been moved.
"Go back, and bring enough gold with you next time you come." Yuwen Zhouyuan said, with a casual wave of his right hand, the storage bag was immediately delivered to the monk's hands, and then their bodies were involuntarily hit by a strong force.
Push it and hit it towards the store door.
The moment they hit the door, the shop door suddenly opened. After the two were rolled out, the door was closed.
This volume was more than ten miles away. The two monks managed to stop themselves, with unimaginable horror and horror in their eyes. In their eyes, this young man's cultivation was unfathomable.
The two of them were silent for a while, both of them secretly saying that they were lucky, looked at each other, and then left in a hurry. These two were the two monks in the Jingbei Palace.
They saw the extraordinaryness of the picture, and after questioning, they found Ma Yunqiao who was having fun, and then rushed here overnight. However, after experiencing the scene just now, the two of them were frightened out of their courage and did not dare to fight against Chen Yuantang.
idea.
The two of them did not know that Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness had been left on their bodies. If they had any thoughts that were not beneficial to Yuwen Zhouyuan, they would be killed by the spiritual consciousness in an instant.
In fact, if these two people knew Yuwen Zhouyuan, they would feel quite lucky, because a year ago, their fate would have been no other than death.
Yuwen Zhouyuan sat in the shop, took a sip of wine, sighed, and murmured to himself: "I haven't killed anyone in a year..." He shook his head, turned back to the back room, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye. This is Yuwen Zhouyuan's third year in Kyoto.
In the past two years, Dongfang Hancui has not been promoted to the late stage of true master. She has been in seclusion for the past two years.
The little tiger grew taller and taller, and his body became stronger. There were several more households around him. The owner of Meng's grain store also died of a serious illness, and the store was given to others.
The faces of Xiaohu's parents gradually gained some slight wrinkles. Although they are still young, they cannot withstand the washing of time.
It is worth mentioning that in the past two years, many neighbors have come forward to propose marriage to Yu Wen Zhouyuan, but Yu Wen Zhouyuan politely declined each time because his wife was returning to her parents' home.
The second son of Ma's big car shop also married a wife and gave birth to a fat baby. When Ma Yunqiao came back, he respectfully came to Yuwen Zhouyuan and presented him with a hundred taels of gold, saying that he was the King of Jingbei.
Your Highness, the Crown Prince, is filial to you.
In fact, in the past two years, before the Chinese New Year, Ma Yunqiao would come with a large amount of gold, but Yu Wenzhouyuan refused and accepted it directly.
Spring passed and autumn came, the sun and the moon alternated. In these two years, Yuwen Zhouyuan saw birth, old age, illness and death, and he felt quite emotional in his heart.
Yuwen Zhouyuan has only meditated twice in the past two years. He rarely cares about his own cultivation. It has been a long time since he looked inside. As for the green mist evil energy outside his body, only a thin layer of it is left.
The thin layer condensed into three cyan beads, which he put into his storage bag.
According to Yuwen Zhouyuan's analysis, when the fourth cyan bead condenses, all the evil energy of the blue mist will dissipate.
Those two monks came here once in the past two years. After offering a large amount of gold and silver to mortals, they took away three pictures with great respect.
In the past two years, Yuwen Zhouyuan has treated more than a thousand people with his superb medical skills. Now the entire Daxiong Kingdom is located in the west of the city. Chen Yuantang has gradually become famous, and his painting skills have also improved a lot. Now he
I have been able to easily draw images of mid-stage true master monks and monsters or spiritual beasts of comparable strength.
In addition to the mortals who asked him to see a doctor in Yuwen Zhouyuan's Chenyuantang, the most frequent visitors to the shop were monks.
Every ascetic who comes here buys wood carvings with mortal gold and silver. In the past two years, a lot of wood carvings have been sold. Yuwen Zhouyuan has accumulated three large drawers of gold and silver.
There was something strange happening in the west city of Kyoto, and he gradually gained a certain reputation in the world of cultivation here.
Yuwen Zhouyuan always has a peaceful mind without any change. What he seeks is the mentality of a mortal, to understand the life of a mortal, to feel the reincarnation of heaven, and to use medical skills to save people to feel life and death. The Chen Yuantang store is just a tool for him to understand the way of heaven, whether it is medical skills or pictures.
Or so it is.
At this time, seeing the New Year approaching, the city of Kyoto was filled with joy. Yuwen Zhouyuan walked out of the shop and sat at the door of the shop, looking at the passers-by outside, with deep memories in his eyes.
This is the third year he has spent in Kyoto. Each time, his feelings are different, but one thing is unique, and that is the nostalgia for his childhood.
When Yu Wen Zhouyuan did not travel through time, he was an orphan. To be honest, what he was most afraid of back then was the New Year. Other children had parents, but he did not.
Although I had my parents after time travel, due to various reasons, I only got to know my parents for less than a month and 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 and playing excitedly. He saw a trace of happiness in Xiaohu Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes. This child has almost grown up as he has watched him in the past three years.
Big, from an eleven-year-old child to a fourteen-year-old boy.
In the past three years, Xiaohu has learned painting from him, and now he has developed some charm. Moreover, Yuwen Zhouyuan discovered that although Xiaohu did not have good talent, he had incomplete spiritual roots, so when he taught painting, he also passed on
His simple cultivation techniques.
Although this technique has been practiced by Xiaohu for the most time and has reached the end of its true essence stage. It can only increase his life span by several decades, but since he is destined to Xiaohu, he passed it on to him.
Last year, Xiaohu couldn't stand his father's nagging and started learning to make wine. However, when he had free time, he would still go to Yuwen Zhouyuan to learn painting from him.
Although Xiaohu doesn't come often, he still has a pot of rosehip stuffing every day.
Little Tiger set off the fireworks and shouted loudly, ran to Yuwen Zhouyuan's side, sat down on the cold wooden bench next to him, and didn't feel cold, but winked and said: "Uncle Yuwen, why isn't Auntie back? All this has happened.
It’s been almost three years, and you’re not worried or looking for it?”
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled slightly, touched Xiaohu's head and said: "How do you know that uncle is not worried? Her natal family is in the Dongyang Empire, and there are some things that need to be dealt with there. It is not easy to handle, and the journey is long. There is probably another person.
I’ll be back in two or three years.”
"Ah? Really?" Xiaohu suddenly stood up with a look of surprise on his face.
"It's absolutely true!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
Xiaohu was about to speak when his father called out to him in the winery. Xiaohu responded quickly and said to Yuwen Zhouyuan with a grimace: "Oh, wine is coming out again." With that, he reluctantly returned to the winery.
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From the wine shop, a few words of scolding from Xiaohu's father came out. Yuwen Zhouyuan took a sip of wine and sat quietly at the door. At this time, some snowflakes gradually fell from the sky. Slowly, the snowflakes became bigger and bigger.
The first snow of the year fell from the sky silently.
The temperature suddenly cooled down.
The snowflakes hit Yuwen Zhouyuan's face and quickly melted 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 the surrounding snowflakes instantly condensed.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes gradually showed a look of decline. The coldness brought by the snowflakes was really insignificant to him. But at this time, he looked at the lights in the shops around him. His shop was the only one on the whole street.
It was pitch black, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart.
This kind of coldness cannot be driven away by any source of fire, nor can it be compensated by any magical powers. This kind of coldness is the price of understanding the way of heaven, and it is a necessity for understanding life.
If you want to be a true king, you must first enter the mortal world.
But entering the mortal world is easy to say, but in fact it is not that simple. Yuwen Zhouyuan now feels lonely, and he knows that he must continue to feel this kind of loneliness.
Compared with this loneliness, after a few years, everyone around me died one by one, and it seemed that I was the only one in the whole world. Compared with this, that is the real loneliness.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent. After a long time, he stood up staggeringly. His whole body seemed to be getting older at this moment. He slowly packed up the chairs at the door, returned to the shop, and closed the door gently.
After a long time, a ball of fire lit up inside the shop. Although it looked like other shops around it, in fact, the fire was just an appearance, and there was a deep loneliness hidden inside.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan sat by the stove. The shop was very warm, but his heart was getting colder and colder. After being silent for a long time, Yu Wen Zhouyuan picked up the storage bag, took out a scroll from it, and placed it next to him.
Then it opened.
What is drawn in this scroll is his father Yuwen Jian.
Looking at the portrait, the coldness in Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart gradually diminished. He took out the portrait of his mother, and then he took out the images of relatives and friends from the storage bag and placed them around the oil lamp.
Looking at these portraits, Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled. Although this smile was full of satisfaction, if anyone saw this smile at this time, they would feel that it was not a smile at all, it was clearly a silent cry.
The lights flicker, and the brightness and darkness are uncertain, and the same is true when reflected on people's faces. When reflected on those images, it has a strange feeling.
Gently picking up a portrait, the coldness in Yu Wen Zhouyuan's heart gradually disappeared, but although there was less loneliness, the sadness was heavier.
"Can't let go...can't let go..." Yuwen Zhouyuan muttered to himself.