I saw that the two people who stepped into the Beiji Pharmacy were an old man and a young man.

Among them, the old man looked to be fifty or sixty years old, and because he had been scorched under the scorching sun all year round, his face was dark and red. And his back is slightly hunched, and his face is full of wrinkles that have been through vicissitudes.

However, he always has a warm smile on his face, which gives people a rather intimate feeling.

Now in his hand, he also carried a red fish with a straw rope, which looked like five or six catties, and walked in.

On the old man's side was a young man dressed in a short hexagram, about twelve or thirteen years old.

Although the boy was not tall, his body was quite strong. Also because of the perennial sun exposure, the skin is dark and red. But a pair of eyes are quite bright.

The old man's name is Wang Qigen, and he is one of the fishermen who rescued the North River ashore.

And this young man is his grandson, because he is the third in line, so he is called Wang San.

"Brother North!"

As soon as Fang stepped in, Wang Qigen looked at Beihe and said with a smile.

"It turned out to be Brother Wang!" Beihe greeted him with a smile.

"Yesterday, I beat a Hongxia, and today I specially sent it to my brother, hehehe......"

Saying that, Wang Qigen sent the red fish in his hand.

"Brother Wang is really polite. Beihe took the red fish and placed it on the table on the side.

Looking at the person who came with a smile, Bei He's words changed, "Brother Wang came this time, there should be something." ”

Hearing this, Wang Qigen's face showed a touch of embarrassment that he was seeing through his thoughts, but then he listened to him: "Hehehe...... In fact, I came this time to let my brother show me, the third child, if he is a martial arts material. ”

Beihe was a little dumbfounded by this, he might be a martial artist, and it was originally transmitted from Wang Qigen.

Since then, many people have come to him to learn from him.

In this regard, Beihe naturally won't give those people a good face, and they all treat each other with black faces, and over time, outsiders don't dare to come again.

However, for this Wang Qigen, he naturally still has to give a few thin noodles.

Five years ago, this person wanted to hand over his second grandson to him and let him pass on a trick and two styles, but in the end Beihe politely refused.

First, he didn't want to take any apprentices. The second is that Wang Er's qualifications are mediocre, and he has no talent for martial arts. I'm afraid that even if he gave it to him, he would only cultivate to the realm of a martial artist in the power realm throughout his life.

Unexpectedly, after a few years, this Wang Qigen brought his grandson who was the third in line.

With Beihe's current strength, just a sweep of his divine sense, he has already seen that this Wang San does not have the qualifications to practice martial arts.

But since everything has been accepted, the cutscene still has to be walked. Otherwise, in the eyes of this Wang Qigen, he would be clearly perfunctory.

I saw that he came to the front of the third king, and then walked around this son.

As he walked, he also stretched out his hand, put it on the arm or shoulder, and pat it.

It wasn't until after walking two laps that he stood in front of Wang Qigen and the others again.

At this time, Wang Qigen looked at him with a hint of hope in his eyes, hoping that Beihe could give him good news.

Ordinary people like them, if there is a martial artist in the family, it will definitely be glorious. What's more, it can also make the whole family prosperous and rich, at least no longer have to rely on fishing for a living.

"Hey......"

Standing in front of the two, Beihe shook his head and sighed.

Seeing this, the smile on Wang Qigen's face suddenly froze, and then said, "North...... Brother Bei, can't he be Wang San'er?"

"Martial arts practice pays attention to the root bones, and the person who has the roots and bones of martial arts can be said to be one in a hundred, and your grandson is just an ordinary person. ”

After Beihe's words fell, not only Wang Qigen, but even the young man named Wang San'er had an obvious sense of loss in his eyes.

"And it's not enough to just have the roots and bones of refining bones, the so-called poor and rich martial arts, people who practice martial arts have to burn silver all the way, not to mention a few hundred taels a year, and the more they spend in the end. Brother Wang fishes all year round for a living, and he has to take out a few hundred taels a year, I'm afraid it's a little enough. "Listen to the North River again.

"Hey......"

Wang Qigen sighed and shook his head, a touch of bitterness appeared on his face. His family fishes for a living, and it is only a dozen taels of silver a year, where can there be such money.

He also understands the reason, but he always wants to try, otherwise he is really unwilling.

"In my opinion, there are many ways to turn over, practicing martial arts is just one of them, and Brother Wang has thousands of catties of fishing every year, so it's better to try to do business. Beihe said again.

"What Brother North said is reasonable. Wang Qigen smiled.

Seeing this, Beihe was a little speechless, knowing that this person only entered his words from his left ear and came out of his right ear, and did not really listen to them.

But after thinking about it, he was relieved, these fishermen have been fishing all their lives, and they have become stubborn in their minds first, and if they want to change, it is not a matter of words or overnight.

The seven roots of the Hongxia King remained, and Beihe was not polite to this. After seeing the two away, he simply closed the store.

And these are the bits and pieces he has been doing in Beiji Pharmacy over the years. Ordinary and indisputable.

The Beiji Pharmacy is divided into two rooms, the outer room is the pharmacy, and the inner room is his bedroom.

There was no light inside, and it was pitch black even in the daytime.

However, because of his familiarity with this place, even if Beihe doesn't explore his divine sense, he can reach out and get whatever he wants.

This reminded him of when he followed Lu Hou back then, and the other party's living habits were also like this.

Evening has come, and it is time for those who are accustomed to the sunrise and rest in the entire Fuhe City.

But for the monks, it was too early.

As soon as Beihe's body moved, he appeared on the roof of the house, only to see him lying on his back on the rubble, looking at the bright moon and stars above his head.

After more than 300 years of practice, he has now stepped into the ranks of the Yuan Infant Monk.

Looking back on the way he came, Beihe only felt a little dreamy.

At the beginning, he was just a martial artist, but by mistake, he was caught to test the medicine, and after opening up the meridians in his body and turning them into spiritual roots, he embarked on the road of cultivation from then on.

Compared to others, his journey should be called rugged and difficult.

Picking up a pot of Huafeng tea, Beihe just took the spout of the pot and poured it into his mouth.

Tasting the aroma of tea that made him familiar and even a little dependent, he had an indescribable comfort in his heart.

Unconsciously, Beihe looked at the starry sky above his head and fell into an extremely peaceful state.

This state is no stranger to him, that is, epiphany.

Let his state of mind wander in a "boundless" world, at this moment he has no joy or sorrow, and there is no dispute with the world.

It is worth mentioning that Beihe has had this kind of experience several times. But in the years he spent in the North Records Pharmacy in Fuhe City, he had experienced as many as four or five epiphanies, more than he had experienced in the past combined.

And let Beihe guess that it should be from the cultivation world to the mortal world, which made his state of mind change somewhat, so this happened.

After four or five epiphanies, his cultivation did not increase in the slightest, but his state of mind did change a lot.

For example, as a demon cultivator, the anger and indifference that he should have in his body have dissipated a lot. makes him more like an ordinary person, even more indifferent than the mentality of ordinary people.

He once said that this was his amazing opportunity.

Because for demon cultivators, the more advanced they are, the more dangers they will encounter, especially the level of inner demons, which is extremely easy to make demon cultivators go mad.

Bei He has been able to experience several epiphanies in a row over the years, and after each epiphany, his state of mind will be sublimated, which is definitely what many high-level demon cultivators dream of.

If he can do this in the future, it will be difficult for him to cultivate the demons, and maybe he will reach a point comparable to a demon path giant like the ancient world.

Beihe lay on his back on the roof all night, until the next day was about to rise, the Huafeng tea in the teapot in his hand was already cold, and the old robe was soaked with dew, and he woke up to the sound of a rooster crowing.

Beihe exhaled turbidity, and found that Liu Cripple had already set up a stall, and as far as the eye could see, many houses around were also lit up with candles. Everything is a sign that a new one is coming.

Seeing this, he smiled slightly, and then sat up.

Bei He returned to the room and changed into a dry robe, and then opened the door of Bei Kee Pharmacy.

"Liu lame, five steamed buns!"

I just heard him pave the bun outside the door.

"Okay!"

Then there was a shout from Liu Cripple.

Immediately, Beihe returned to the house, lay down on the Taishi chair, and shook it gently.

This kind of mortal life, he should have a long time, because the injuries in his body cannot be recovered in a short time.

However, Beihe has decided to leave this Fuhe City in a few years and go to other places to see. After all, if he stays here, his appearance has not changed much for more than ten or twenty years, which will inevitably make people notice and even doubt.

When he thought of this, Liu Xiaoxiao had already brought him five steamed buns and put them on the table in front of him.

After saying "Brother Bei, your bun", he left shyly.