After sending off the Yang father and son, Han Feng sat beside the furnace and suddenly felt a little emotional. Ten taels of pure gold was a large sum of money to mortals, but to cultivators, it was like dirt.
He wouldn't even take a look.
Han Feng sat quietly in the shop. He picked up a piece of wood and started carving with the carving knife in his right hand. Shangguan Yuqing came down from the attic and looked at him with her beautiful eyes. Han Chentian was still meditating in the back of the shop like an old monk.
Time passed quickly. Three years later, Yang Ziang's family's shop had expanded by several times. As Yang Ziang's mother had expected, business was much better than before. However, once business improved, Yang Ziang's leisure time became less and he had to follow his father to forge iron all day.
Only after closing the shop did Yang Ziang have the time to drag his tired body to Han Feng's place with a jug of fruit wine to watch him make wood carvings.
Yang Ziang's body had become stronger, perhaps because he had been forging for the past few years. He was a seventeen-year-old young man, but even in the middle of winter, he only wore a thin shirt and didn't feel cold at all.
However, the wrinkles on his parents 'faces gradually increased.
Han Feng, Han Chentian, and Shangguan Yuqing's appearances had also changed from six years ago. He no longer looked like a young man, but a middle-aged man, and a wrinkle gradually appeared on their faces.
The three of them had deliberately used magic to do this. After all, if a person's appearance did not change at all after six years, it would be an unbelievable thing for the kind and simple neighbors around them.
In the next three years, Chen Xiao came more and more often. She came almost once a month, offering a large amount of gold, silver, and wine. It was obvious that she was trying to win him over. Sometimes, she would point out these things as a form of respect from the son of Northern Battlefront King.
Han Feng had no interest in the heir of the North King of the Great Desolate City. He only had one purpose for staying in the Great Desolate City, and that was to experience the feeling of mortals and make a breakthrough in his cultivation.
With his status, he was too lazy to participate in the power struggle in the mortal world.
In the late autumn of that year, the leaves of the willow trees on both sides of the street were blown away by the wind. They slowly fell off and were sent far away, becoming rootless leaves.
Fallen leaves could be seen everywhere on the street. Han Feng walked out of the shop. He was wearing thick clothes and a leather hat on his head. If an old friend of Chang 'an or Dali saw Han Feng at this time, they would not be able to recognize him. He was the hedonistic son of the four young masters of the capital.
Even some of his old friends would not be able to recognize him.
At this moment, he looked no different from a mortal. This was not a similarity in appearance, but in spirit. Even in his bones, there was no difference.
After six years of turning into a mortal, Han Feng had completely become a mortal. Right now, his face was slightly old. Although his body was still tall and straight, he looked no different from a middle-aged mortal who had been busy all his life.
However, there was one thing that made him different from mortals. His eyes were black and white, without any other colors. There was a hint of light in them, which made him look extraordinary.
In the last three years, Han Feng didn't meditate or cultivate. Even the Red Mist Evil Qi around his body had been condensed by him two years ago. It turned into a blood bead and was stored in the world space in his Sea of Consciousness.
Han Feng held Shangguan Yuqing's hand and walked out of the shop. A gust of wind blew against his face, bringing with it the chill of autumn. Han Feng tightened his collar, closed the door of the shop, and then slowly walked into the distance.
At this moment, a rather sturdy young man walked out of the ironware shop opposite him. He was carrying a bucket of discarded charcoal in his hand. When he walked out of the shop, he immediately saw Han Feng. He grinned and said,"Uncle Han, Auntie Shangguan, did you accompany Uncle Han to Old Qian Teahouse to listen to the opera again?”Shangguan Yuqing smiled and nodded.
"Zi Ang, bring me a jug of wine." Han Feng turned around and smiled.”
The young man replied and poured the charcoal in his hand to the side. He hurried into the shop and not long after, he ran over with a wine pot. His eyes were filled with concern as he said,"Uncle Han, you're getting on in years. Drink less of this wine. Just a sip will warm your body.”Shangguan Yuqing was also angry. She knew that drinking too much would hurt her body. I don't know why men like wine so much. What's so good about it?
Han Feng did not mind.
He nodded with a smile, took the wine jug, patted Yang Ziang's shoulder, and turned to leave slowly.
Yang Ziang looked at the backs of Han Feng and Aunty Shangguan with a bitter feeling in his heart. In the past six years, the omnipotent Uncle Han in his eyes had aged a lot. He still remembered the handsome face and starry eyes of Uncle Han six years ago.
One by one, lifelike wooden carvings took shape in his hands. There were also some wrinkles on Auntie Shangguan's face.
He always remembered Uncle Han once said that when he made a lot of money, he would go back and buy land to be a landlord. However, six years had passed in the blink of an eye, and Yang Ziang had never seen Auntie Shangguan leave the house. He did not ask about it again.
Yang Ziang let out a sigh and returned to the shop. His father was a bit old, so he was the one doing most of the work in the shop. Even after closing the shop, there were still many things to do. The habit of watching Wang Lin make wood carvings that he had developed when he was young could no longer be continued.
She only took some time out every few days to accompany this lonely Uncle Han.
It was late autumn, and the wind was cold. Han Feng walked slowly all the way. After a while, he finally arrived at an inn at the end of the street. As soon as he entered, the waiter in the inn, a rather clever young man with a towel on his shoulder, immediately smiled and said,"Oh, Manager Han, Madam Han is here. Please come in.”
Han Feng held Shangguan Yuqing's arm and entered the room. He took off his leather hat and smiled,""I don't have any silver to tip you. No matter how enthusiastic you are, it's useless.”
The waiter chuckled and said," Look at what you're saying. The shopkeeper has already instructed that the first seat by the window in the east will always be reserved for you."”As he spoke, he walked quickly to the window seat in the east. He swept the towel in his hand over it and bent down to retreat.
Han Feng held Shangguan Yuqing's arm and sat on the bench. Not long after, the waiter brought a few dishes and a small charcoal pot with boiling water. Han Feng placed the wine pot in his hand into the small pot and began to warm the wine.
He poured himself a cup of wine from time to time. Han Feng just sat there and watched people enter the inn one after another. Gradually, more and more people entered the inn. After about an hour, a few performers who were playing the zither and singing came out from the back room. As soon as these people appeared, the inn was immediately filled with cheers. It was quite lively.
Among these actors, there was a woman who was quite beautiful. Most of the people in the inn were actually here to see her.
The woman's beautiful eyes were filled with light as she waved her sleeves and began to chant.
This woman's voice was very pleasant to the ears, attracting the praise of the customers in the inn. In an instant, the atmosphere reached a climax.
Han Feng smiled as he watched the woman sing and drink fruit wine. He had been living like this for more than a year. Shangguan Yuqing had been accompanying him for more than a year.
Not long after, a slightly plump middle-aged man wearing a thick cloth coat hurried out from the back room and quickly came to Han Feng's side. After sitting down, the waiter respectfully brought a pot of wine.
The middle-aged fatty immediately filled his cup and drank it all in one gulp. He looked at Han and said awkwardly,"Shopkeeper Han, Madam Han…"
Han Feng picked up the wine pot and drank a mouthful. He smiled and said,"Shopkeeper Qian, I'm not here to collect rent today. Don't worry.”
The middle-aged fatty immediately heaved a sigh of relief and smiled apologetically."Business isn't good. Don't think that I have a lot of people here, but it cost me a lot of money to hire this troupe. Hai, in this world, business isn't easy.”
Han Feng smiled and didn't say anything. He just watched the opera quietly. This middle-aged fatty's surname was Li, but Han Feng still didn't know his name. This person came to Han Feng two years ago and used this shop as a mortgage. He begged to borrow 50 taels of red gold, but he still hadn't returned the money until now. This shop had now become Han Feng's.
In the past year, he had seen Han Feng and Shangguan Yuqing come almost every day. He felt uneasy and often came to check on them.
As the actor's beautiful eyes moved, the men in the inn cheered. At this moment, a very obscene voice came from outside the inn,"Yo, this little lady sang well. She managed to lure me here from the east of the city.”
The moment the voice sounded, an old man wearing a tattered gray cotton robe walked in. This old man's hair was messy, his face was bruised, and there were a few large footprints on his chest.
As soon as he entered, he immediately cheered loudly. The waiter frowned and reprimanded,"Where did this beggar come from? Go away, I have no money today!”As he spoke, he stepped forward and was about to push it.
The old man glared at him and said,"Touch it!" If you dare to touch me, I won't be able to get up! I'm here to listen to the opera today!"
The moment Han Feng saw the old man, a light that hadn't appeared in his eyes for many years flashed through his eyes. This old man was none other than the person who had cheated Han Feng out of a meal six or seven years ago.
The middle-aged fatty who was sitting opposite Han Feng immediately frowned. He stood up and quickly walked to the door. He rummaged through his pockets for a long time before finally taking out a silver coin and throwing it to the old man. He said,"I've given you the money. Let's go.”
The old man took the silver and bit it with his teeth. His mouth was covered in rust, and he grinned at the waiter."En, it's true. It's harder than gold. Do you see it? It's still the reality of your shopkeeper.”As he spoke, he threw the money in his hand into the waiter's hand and said proudly,"A pot of tea!"
Then, he swept his gaze across the room and his gaze landed on Han Feng. He walked over. It wasn't that he recognized Han Feng, but rather, there was only one person sitting at Han Feng's table in the inn.
The waiter was stunned for a moment. He looked at the copper coin in his hand and then at the shopkeeper. He had seen many beggars, but this was the first time he had seen a beggar bite a copper coin and buy tea after receiving the money.
The fat middle-aged man's face twitched. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to throw the old man out. However, at this moment, Han Feng raised his hand and said,"Forget it."
The fat middle-aged man paused and hesitated for a moment. He muttered a few words before turning around and walking into the back room.
The old man chuckled and looked at Han Feng, saying," You..." Just as he said one word, he was suddenly stunned. He stared at Han Feng and Shangguan Yuqing for a while and then said with a strange expression,""It's you two!" Why isn't your old man here?
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