In those years, the cultivators we cut together

At noon, even the snow could not hide the enthusiasm of every family to cook, and the smoke began to rise from the chimneys covered by snow, especially now that it was the first month, the new year was approaching, and the work of the year was gradually coming to an end. Residents also began to spend time with their children and family members. People wearing winter clothes and playing can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, which is very lively.

Lin Xiaolu was not afraid of the cold, but still put on a slightly thicker gray robe, and walked in the snow scene with an oil-paper umbrella.

Ling Wei followed behind, looking at the snow-covered boy in front of him with his hair tied into a ball, asking curiously:

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, what's your real name?"

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, why do you wear such thick clothes? Like ordinary people, you are not afraid of the cold, are you?"

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, what spiritual method are you practicing? Buddhist or Taoist? Could it be Confucianism?"

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, our Beiyao Sect belongs to Taoism, what do you think of my spiritual method?"

Lin Xiaolu, who was pestered by a little girl chattering, felt a little headache, but he had been in Wangchuan for a long time, and his state of mind was already comparable to that of a centenarian, so he just nodded lightly, and said casually:

"Miss Ling Wei, I can't do you any good, you can't learn from me."

As soon as these words came out, Ling Wei's eyes lit up immediately, and she looked straight at the two bracelets on Lin Xiaolu's right wrist.

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, actually I don't pick one. What is your bracelet for?"

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu glanced at her, then ignored her, and walked towards the stone bridge ahead, while Ling Wei continued to follow her.

She has already made sure that the shopkeeper Xiaolin in front of her is a mysterious and talented man with a true temperament. She approached him for a purpose, and if she deliberately hid it, he would not like it. On the contrary, if she said straightforwardly: "I want a big baby." Will take a high look at myself.

Hehe, I thought too cleverly about the immortal cultivators outside the sect. As expected, the real bosses are all people who like to be honest.

Walking up the stone bridge, Lin Xiaolu, holding an umbrella, saw a few children under the bridge yelling and running wildly on the frozen ice, and his eyes froze slightly. One look, the lake water under the ice Immediately, it froze quickly, and the entire ice surface thickened and strengthened without anyone noticing, even Ling Wei, a cultivator of immortality, didn't notice it.

This method was possessed by Lin Xiaolu after his breakthrough. He found that he could use the Qi in his body to influence the Qi of other things, and make everything change according to his own wishes. However, this method is not very obvious now, and it seems that it has not been developed. Completely, he is still studying it.

As for Ling Wei asking for a bracelet from himself, it is impossible for him to give it to him. There are two bracelets, one of which contains a knife, which he used to commit suicide in Wangchuan, he remembers, but this knife is He couldn't remember how it came about, it was too long ago, and he only vaguely remembered that it was given by the person he respected and relied on the most.

Probably not his father, but his master.

As for the other bracelet, well, it’s actually a bracelet, but it looks more like a bracelet. Lin Xiaolu really doesn’t remember the function of this bracelet. I have used this bracelet, it is probably a commemorative jewelry or something.

Of course, whether it is the bracelet for the knife or the commemorative jewelry, they are very important to me, and I still count on these two objects to remind me of the past.

People often say that one should not care about the past and focus on the future. This sentence is correct, but the past is not completely ignored. The past is a part of life. If there is no past, then a person is rootless.

Lin Xiaolu really wants to recall his past, because he understands that if life has no origin and only a return journey, it will be a terrible thing, so no matter how bad the past is, no matter how unbearable it is to look back on, we must face it squarely. It, face up to your own life.

Whether it is a person or a fairy, it is all like this.

Walking across the stone bridge, coming to Firework Lane, walking on the snow-covered bluestone slabs, everyone who sees Lin Xiaolu along the way will greet him and call out "Shopkeeper Xiaolin" with a smile.

Lin Xiaolu responded one by one with a smile, and Ling Wei continued to follow behind.

"Shopkeeper Xiaolin, you are so polite, I don't feel like a senior."

When Ling Wei said this, Lin Xiaolu happened to pass by a stall selling green balls, he took a piece of green balls, turned around and stuffed them into the girl's mouth, and left a sentence:

"Pay the money, or don't go to the brothel with me."

Ling Wei with a green dumpling in her mouth:? ? ?

She reluctantly paid the stall owner's mother-in-law, then tasted a couple of mouthfuls, and her eyes lit up immediately!

This snack tastes good!

It is soft and waxy, with the fragrance of mugwort leaves, and the inside is warm bean paste, which is moderately sweet and delicious!

The girl who couldn't refuse sweets narrowed her eyes in love.

When Ling Wei followed Lin Xiaolu, she was holding an oil paper bag in her arms, which was full of green balls, and her mouth was also stuffed.

Holding an umbrella, Lin Xiaolu looked at it and said with a smile, "It's delicious?"

"Hmm." Ling Wei straightened her head:

"It's so delicious, better than baked sweet potatoes."

Lin Xiaolu smiled, didn't speak any more, and looked up at Furongfang where Yingyingyanyan was in front of her.

Places like brothels and brothels usually open at noon and close at midnight. It is noon now, and Furongfang has just opened, so Lin Xiaolu should be regarded as the first batch of customers who came here. He is fine in the afternoon and is going to be here Drink tea and listen to music all afternoon.

This is not the first time for him to come to this place, besides, he is a familiar face in Peony Town, not to brag, Lin Xiaolu's appearance and figure are well-known in the whole Peony Town, especially his lazy pair of With a faint vicissitudes in his eyes, he has fascinated so many young ladies in the town.

At this moment, as soon as he appeared with Ling Wei, who turned into a delicious ghost, the girls at the gate of the square greeted him in surprise, and the mother in charge of the middle-aged lady also came out to entertain him immediately.

"Why is shopkeeper Xiaolin so free today? Hey, you brought a little girl with you. Shopkeeper Xiaolin is finally open?"

A group of Yingge Yanwu behind the mother in charge laughed out loud, looking at Lin Xiaolu and the bewildered Ling Wei non-stop.

Lin Xiaolu smiled and said:

"Mother Zhou, this girl is my maid, don't be joking, is the vegetable boss here?"

"Oh, shopkeeper Xiaolin, don't blame me. Boss Cai went back to his hometown in Yanzhou to celebrate the New Year two days ago."

The woman smiled charmingly, and dragged Lin Xiaolu into the house familiarly, and Ling Wei behind her followed curiously.

"Shopkeeper Xiao Lin, the vegetable boss is not here, and I don't have any other pillars here. I know you like to listen to music, and it happens that there are no customers just now, so how about finding some good Qing Dynasty ladies to accompany you? "

Lin Xiaolu put away the umbrella, spoke softly, and asked with a smile, "Can you sing the Palace of Eternal Life?"

"Oh, look at what you said, I can't let Xinsu sing for you." The woman covered her mouth and "giggled" happily.