Yuxiang

Murong Xianxian has been painting all this year, and sleepy eyes are optional for her. Although in order to experience the lives of ordinary people, she tries to keep her lifestyle as consistent as possible with ordinary people, but sleep is... The meaning is not very big, so the accumulated paintings over the past year or so are quite impressive.

"Ex...Senior, we don't have that much money."

That senior swallowed hard, "I know how to use Lingshi..."

"What do I need Lingshi for?"

Murong Xianxian interrupted them: "How much money do you have?"

"This one……"

The senior brother stretched his sleeves, and each of them took out a card, and handed it carefully to Murong Xianxian: "We don't have cash on us, only bank cards, about 10 (13)."

"What's the password?" Murong Xianxian took the bank card unceremoniously.

After the two Taoists informed the password, Murong Xianxian took the bank card, selected 23 paintings and handed them to the two Taoists.

"You are welcome to come back next time, but you must bring cash." Murong Xianxian waved her hand and went back to the back room to catch up on sleep.

"Don't forget to close the doors and windows."

Just as the two Taoist priests hung the other portraits back on the wall, Murong Xianxian's voice came again, and the two of them responded quickly, then exited the gallery and closed the gallery door.

The next morning, the gallery still opened on time.Murong Xianxian was the same as usual, besides painting, she silently observed all kinds of complex expressions such as joy, anger and sorrow of the mortals around her, and then slowly recalled and savored them... She even went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and followed them. Haggle with the vendors, and relive the old life while honing yourself.

The lives of secular people are indeed very different from those of practitioners. In just a few decades, they are full of joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death.Murong Xianxian had the experience of a mortal, but when she observed from the side as a practitioner, she had a different feeling.

In just one year of observation, Murong Xianxian felt many long-forgotten tastes, both positive and negative.But no matter which one, it touched her state of mind to a certain extent, allowing her to re-experience and then comprehend and introspect from the perspective of a practitioner.

Murong Xianxian's paintings are actually more like talismans... In fact, this is also a kind of talisman inheritance... Using talismans to draw creatures and endow them with certain powers.This usually requires the talisman teacher's own attainments on the one hand, and on the other hand, it also depends on his understanding of the creatures he draws.

The materials used by Murong Xianxian in painting are all normal painting materials, so although those portraits have the preliminary form of the magic weapon, they are actually far from what she expected... If so, it is enough to make the pair The brothers are crazy about it.

Every day is a repetition of the previous day's life, but now Murong Xianxian never tires of it.

In the second year after they left, the pair of senior brothers came again... This time they brought a lot of cash and respectfully bought three portraits, one of which was still thrown by Murong Xianxian on a wooden table. Inside the box, unframed portraits.

In the past two years, Murong Xianxian's gallery has gradually become famous throughout Wangfujing. Although there are not many customers, it is better than not opening for a year.Moreover, in Murong Xianxian's gallery, the most visitors are not ordinary people, but practitioners, but these people will not reveal their identities when they come to the gallery, so Murong Xianxian naturally doesn't bother to care.Every time these people came over, they bought Murong Xianxian's paintings in cash. After two years, a lot of paintings in the gallery were sold, and Murong Xianxian had already saved tens of millions in cash.

The news that there was a strange person hidden in Wangfujing in Beijing City spread quickly, but this did not affect Murong Xianxian's normal life.She has always had a peaceful mind, without any change. What she seeks is the mentality of a mortal, to understand the life of a mortal, and to feel the reincarnation of the heaven... The gallery is just a tool for her to understand the heaven, and so is painting.

Before you know it, the new year is approaching again, and the whole city of Beijing is full of joy.Murong Xianxian walked out of the gallery and stood at the entrance of the gallery, looking at the passers-by outside. In her eyes, deep memories were revealed.

This is already the third year she has spent in Beijing. Every time she feels different, but there is one thing that is unique, and that is her nostalgia for the lives of ordinary people.

In the small breakfast shop in the distance, Lanyue ran out quickly, holding some fireworks in her hands, playing excitedly, seeing Lanyue, Murong Xianxian showed a hint of joy in her eyes, this child, for the past three years, has almost been her Watching him grow up, from a ten-year-old child to a 13-year-old girl.

Last year, Lanyue couldn't stand her father's nagging and started learning how to get out of the wing room, but whenever she was free, she would still go to Murong Xianxian's to watch her draw.

Although Lan Yue didn't come here very often, she never stopped drinking a pot of rice wine every day.

After setting off the fireworks, Lan Yue smiled and sat down on a wooden bench next to Murong Xianxian, then winked and asked: "Aunt Murong, I heard from grandma two days ago that she wanted to introduce you to a boyfriend, why don't you Agree, I have seen that man secretly, he looks really good."

Murong Xianxian smiled slightly, touched Lanyue's head, and said, "Auntie still has a lot of things to do, so I don't want to get married."

Lan Yue was about to speak, at this time, Murong Xianxian yelled not far away, Lan Yue quickly responded, and said to Murong Xianxian with a bitter face: "Oh! I have to do my homework again."

Saying that, she walked over to her father helplessly.

A few words of father's scolding came from the assistant's room. Murong Xianxian took a sip of wine and sat quietly at the door. At this time, some snowflakes gradually fell from the sky. The first snow fell from the sky silently.

The temperature suddenly cooled down.Murong Xianxian raised her head to look at the hazy sky. After a long time, she stretched out her right hand and grasped it casually, and it immediately turned into a snowball.

Murong Xianxian was silent, suddenly lost interest and threw the snowball away.She stood up, and her whole body seemed to grow old at this moment.She slowly tidied up the chairs by the door, returned to the gallery, and closed the door gently.

After a long time, a ball of light lit up in the gallery.Although it looks no different from other shops around, but in fact, this fire light is just an appearance... There is a deep loneliness hidden in it.

Murong Xianxian was sitting by the stove, the shop was very warm, but his heart was getting colder and colder. After a long silence, Murong Xianxian took out a painting from the storage bracelet and unfolded it in front of him.

This... is her mother.

Looking at the portraits, the coldness in Murong Xianxian's heart gradually decreased, and she took out the portraits of her grandma... Then, she took out the paintings one by one from the storage bracelet and put them on the painting table and the ground.

Among these portraits, there are men and women, old and young, all of whom were neighbors before they moved into Yunlong Villa.

Looking at these portraits, Murong Xianxian showed a smile.Although this smile is full of satisfaction, if anyone sees this smile at this time, they will feel that it is not a smile, but a silent cry.

The light, reflecting on those portraits, has a strange feeling.

Gently unfolding a portrait, the coldness in Murong Xianxian's heart gradually disappeared, but although the loneliness was less, the sadness was heavier.

"I still can't let go..." Murong Xianxian murmured to herself. When she practiced in the early years, she just wanted to help her relatives, but now...she really can't let them go.

Perhaps because of this obsession, Murong Xianxian did not encounter too much setback this time, but gradually felt the feeling of an ordinary person.

At this moment, Murong Xianxian was immersed in longing for her mother, quietly comprehending this feeling, the true energy in her body began to circulate crazily again, and this movement gradually leaked out of her body, in this gallery Above all the portraits inside, traces of aura suddenly rose up, spinning rapidly with the same fluctuation as the spiritual power in Murong Xianxian's body.

Gradually, this spiritual energy rotated faster and faster, leaking out of the gallery, like a whirlwind, turning the savings into rotating snowflakes, which slid rapidly towards the surroundings.

The snow fell more and more heavily. After a long time, Murong Xianxian gradually woke up. The moment she woke up, the portraits on the surrounding shelves shattered with a small 'pop' sound.

Although these paintings have been broken, the atmosphere permeating them is more important than before, and even the quality has improved.

The snowflakes falling from the sky became bigger, and there was a thick layer on the ground. At this moment, the door of the earlier shop suddenly opened. When Lan Yue and his father were about to go out, they saw Murong Xianxian standing there. She was stunned for a moment, then Lanyue ran a few steps quickly, stepped on the snow, made a creaking sound, came to Murong Xianxian, and shouted: "Aunt Murongxian, do you know that we are coming here?" Saying, She entered the gallery and sat beside Murong Xianxian.

Lan Yue's father, holding a wooden basket with a silly smile, said to Murong Xianxian: "Miss Murong, rest for a while, I have some snacks here, let's have a drink."

*************Confidence in life for 200 years*********************************************************

Introduction to "New Yipin Cultivation" (Completed):

Or don't wear it!Addicted to wearing it!

The 14-year-old girl Shen Yueying's body was destroyed due to a work mistake made by the four Gods of Fengyun, Thunder and Lightning. What's more, these four irresponsible guys, in order to prevent the king of Hades from discovering their work mistakes, even slapped Yueying with rhetoric. Tricked to a place called Amadis Continental possession rebirth.

The magic weapon weighs a catty, and the flying sword makes a box. As long as you have money, the elixir can also be wholesaled. Amadis is just the first stop of crossing!

This time it can be regarded as finding the murderer of the time-traveling, and it can also be regarded as the owner of the grievance and the owner of the debt.However, it seems that most of the compensation from the Four Great Heavenly Monarchs cannot be paid immediately. I don't know when it will be fully cashed?Thinking about it, the heroine is really miserable. First, she was struck by lightning, and then fell into the sea. It can be described as twists and turns. After going through so many things, shouldn't she be extremely happy? (To be continued.)