Immortality, starting from the heaven and earth

In the early morning, the cold fog gradually dissipated.

There was still a trace of coldness in the air.

However, with Ji Dong's going out, the last trace of coldness also dissipated.

"Mr. Lin, good morning."

"Mr. Lin, this is a fresh vegetable just picked today, would you like to eat some?"

"Vegetables are delicious, and you have to work hard to make them. Mr. Lin, you should try my freshly baked wontons first, and then fill them out."

...

"Then let's have a bowl of wontons."

Ji Dong shook his clothes and sat down on the wonton shop.

"Please sit down, please sit down."

Hearing Ji Yi's words, the vendor who sold Hun Tuan happily brought up the wontons he had just prepared.

"You are good at this craft, just like your father."

After a cup of tea, Lin Yi put down his chopsticks and three Wen coins, and said with a smile on his face.

"How can I ask for your money, Mr. Lin..."

Seeing that Ji Dong left the money and left straight away, the middle-aged street vendor shouted anxiously, about to catch up.

But just as he took a step, he saw the former wave his hand.

He has seen this scene.

That was when this Mr. Lin was in his prime, and he was still a kid.

At that time, Mr. Lin's wine shop had just opened, and the family relied on the rules set by Mr. Lin to obtain the first sum of money by reselling wine and selling queue positions.

Not only got rid of poverty, but also opened a chaotic shop later.

Scenes like this abound in Ning'an City.

That's why when this Mr. Lin came out, there would be a large group of people scrambling to say hello first.

Because, on this street, almost all the families have received the favor of this Mr. Lin.

"In the blink of an eye, thirty years have passed, and Mr. Lin is getting old."

Looking at the gradually graying hair, when thinking of his father who passed away two years ago, the owner of the wonton shop, the eyes fell on the three Wen coins in his hand, and made a major decision in his heart.

If I have a child in the future, I will call him Ning Sanwen and learn his wonton skills.

"At least, until Mr. Lin is completely old, he can always taste my wonton."

...

At noon, Baiyun Tower.

"Mr. Lin, are you here, or as usual?"

The moment Ji Dong stepped into the threshold, the shopkeeper, who had been urged by the guests, dropped all the work in his hands and walked over respectfully.

"The window on the third floor has been kept for you."

Seeing Lin Yi nodding, the smile on the shopkeeper's face, who was over half a century old, became more intense.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, a table of young diners not far away subconsciously let out a voice of surprise.

"Brother Wang, didn't you say that the shopkeeper of the Baiyun Building has the most weird personality, even if the magistrate came, he wouldn't show any face?

Then why would he be so respectful to an old man over half a hundred years old? "

"Did I tell you that there is a big shopkeeper in Baiyun Building?"

The scholar known as Brother Wang said with a slight smile.

"Could it be this person?"

"You have some good eyesight."

Hearing this, the scholar surnamed Wang said proudly.

"This is not just the big shopkeeper, most of the restaurants in Ning'an City are related to him.

Either the deed of the restaurant is in his name, or he owes this man money.

Most importantly, this guy has something that everyone in Ning'an City can only dream of. "

"What is it?"

Hearing this, the classmate immediately became interested and asked quickly.

Unexpectedly, the scholar surnamed Wang did not answer directly, but raised the wine glass on the table and swung it a few times before continuing.

"The wine that makes people dream for three thousand, the painting that makes people look at ten thousand years, and the wealth and popularity that make people extremely enviable. These three are also the three musts of my Ning'an City."

"Wouldn't it be that he took up all the good things in the world, could it be..."

Having said that, the man looked around and continued.

"The old gentleman is so rich, isn't anyone thinking of him?

You must know that Zhao Guo has not been peaceful these years, and several land boundaries have been looted. "

"Su Bai is in the attic of the Zhao Kingdom today, but this old friend, the government dares not move, as for the thieves...it's not so easy."

The scholar surnamed Wang sighed.

"Actually, I don't think this old gentleman is really rich, because Mr. Lin has no spouse or heirs..."

"One dream of three thousand wines, one glance at ten thousand years of paintings?"

Hearing this, in a corner not far from the two of them, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance moved his eyes slightly, and there was a little disdain in his eyes.

"Only these mortals care about these things, but the taste of that wine is really extraordinary."

...

In a blink of an eye, it was late at night.

"Shopkeeper, Mr. Lin didn't press for the account, did he?"

Seeing that people had gone to the empty space in the building, the accountant who was in charge of the accounts, saw the shopkeeper of Baiyun Building drinking wine in a good mood, and immediately came over and asked.

"I didn't even ask, I just drank quietly alone."

The shopkeeper of Baiyun Tower said with emotion on his face.

"You said, why hasn't Mr. Lin married a wife for so many years, could it be..."

Seeing this scene, Mr. Accountant pondered for a moment before asking.

"In our eyes, money is extremely important, but for Mr. Lin, it is not the case.

As for why I haven't taken it yet, it may be waiting for someone. "

Thinking like this, the shopkeeper of Baiyun Tower also fell into a daze for a while.

...

"This is it. This should be the so-called Mr. Lin's mansion."

As the sound of the gong at the third watch faded away, a vague figure suddenly appeared in Lin Yi's yard.

Through the faint moonlight, one can vaguely see that this person is the middle-aged man who listened to the scholar surnamed Wang talking with his friends during the day.

"For a mere mortal, you are lucky to have Fang so cautious."

Following these words, the monk surnamed Fang immediately cast a spell. After taking a look at the location of the inner room, he walked towards the houses on both sides.

"This is……"

As soon as Fang came into the room, the gaze of the monk surnamed Fang was immediately attracted by a painting hanging on the wall.

Night may affect ordinary people, but to monks, it is like day.

On the wall, hung a picture of Pine Pine.

The green pine tree stands tall and tall, and just looking at it took away his mind. When he woke up, the monk surnamed Fang was surprised to find that he was already in the painting.

"No, it's this painting that has trapped my spiritual consciousness."

The monk surnamed Fang was shocked at first, but when he found that his spiritual consciousness returned to his body in a single thought, a look of great joy appeared in his eyes.

"A magic weapon, this is actually a magic weapon."

After the monk surnamed Fang looked at it confidently for a moment, the joy in his eyes turned into ecstasy.

This painting seems to be made of simple materials, but it can easily trap the spiritual consciousness of a foundation cultivator.

If it has been re-refined with mana, it is definitely a good banning magic weapon.

"Ordinary people are ordinary people. You don't know if you have a treasure. Just this painting alone, you can't buy it for thousands of dollars."

With that said, the monk surnamed Fang put the painting on the wall into the storage bag with peace of mind.

If a mortal does not know treasure, then this thing is his.

"Let's see if there is anything else."

Thinking in this way, the eyes of monk surnamed Fang fell on the bookshelf beside him.

There, there are an even more astonishing number of scrolls.

... (end of this chapter)