"This old man is just a stubborn old man!!"

Wang Xiaohu left the bookstore cursing.

He was driven out by Chen Luo.

Although he cursed loudly, he couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart. Soon after he left, he sent two people to help Chen Luo here. He asked them to keep an eye on the old man's condition at all times, so that if he bumped into him, there would be someone to greet him.

Chen Luo wrote this book very slowly.

This book is about himself. He wrote from the beginning of his life to the present day, and he did not miss any step in between. This experience of revisiting his life made him feel like he was starting over again. This process of sorting out his inner thoughts made him see more things that he had not seen before.

For example, obsession.

Becoming an immortal is also an obsession.

When he looked up at the stars floating in the sky again, Chen Luo felt a sense of familiarity.

"Perhaps it's not the spiritual power that's isolated, but me."

Chen Luo stood in the yard, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and suddenly an epiphany arose in his heart.

"Old man, it's cold, why don't you go back to the house and sit down?" The two young men sent by Wang Xiaohu to the door reminded him carefully.

In the past few days since they came to the bookstore, they had both been beaten by Chen Luo and knew the old man's temper. But remembering what his chief escort said, he couldn't help but remind him.

"Let's all go back."

Chen Luo withdrew his thoughts, said something to the two young men, and turned back to the house.

The two guards at the door waited until the lights in the room went out before leaving the study. Before leaving, they helped Chen Luo lock the door, and then used their Qinggong skills to jump over the wall and leave.

Half a year later.

Chen Luo stopped writing.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the raindrops slid down the green tiles on the roof, forming a row of bead curtains. Chen Luo opened the window, and the moisture outside the house floated in.

Without Yunniang and Hongniang to clean, the furnishings in the bookstore became much messier.

Although Wang Xiaohu would send people to help, these rough men who escorted the bodyguards were not as meticulous as two women. As time went by, the house became what it is now, with books and paintings piled everywhere.

"Uncle Chen, where are those books you wrote back then?"

Wang Xiaohu was sitting next to the fireplace. There was pork belly stewed in an iron pot on the table, and the hot aroma kept emitting.

After the weather turned cold, Wang Xiaohu started to come again. As long as he wasn't escorting, he would come in person. He was just afraid that Chen Luo would beat him up, so he would find an excuse every time he came. Just like this time, he brought two pots of apricot wine before he dared to come.

He remembered Chen Luo's hobby very clearly. In Wang Xiaohu's impression, Uncle Chen liked this. It hadn't changed over the years, but the old man had become picky and always said that the taste of apricot blossom wine was not right.

He didn't drink it out!

He picked up the glass and took a sip.

The taste is bland, not as strong as Shaodaozi.

Wang Xiaohu commented in his heart.

“They’ve all been given away.”

Chen Luo looked at the rain outside the window, his sight passed through the gate and looked at the long street in the distance. He had been observing for half a month, observing whether there was another self in the "Two Realms Mountain". From the current point of view, there was no other "Chen Luo" in the Two Realms Mountain.

Even though he had finished writing his "story", it was still not recognized by Liangjie Mountain.

This mountain has a checkpoint on the last level, blocking Chen Luo's trick.

"That's a pity. I want to find two more copies to give to my son for his enlightenment."

Wang Xiaohu felt a little regretful.

When he was a child, he grew up reading the books in Chen Luo's bookstore. Although he couldn't remember the contents clearly, the paintings in it were very beautiful.

There was a very domineering turtle, and he still remembers it.

"Wait until it's older."

Chen Luo mentioned this with a hint of meaning.

Wang Xiaohu looked at the back of the old man by the window and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Uncle Chen is old.

The omnipotent Uncle Chen in my memory could not withstand the erosion of time. One day in the future, he would leave me like my mother and Aunt Hong.

Birth, aging, sickness and death are irreversible.

"You should go to bed early. If you need charcoal, just tell me and I'll have someone bring it to you." After dinner, Wang Xiaohu stood up and said goodbye.

He has been very busy recently.

The market outside is not good, the north is ready to make a move, the troops are frequently mobilized, and there is a momentum to sweep the world. Those who can make a living by running escorts in peacetime will be immediately conscripted into the army once a war breaks out. With such a good base of escort agencies, nine out of ten will be incorporated into the baggage soldiers, responsible for transporting food for the front-line troops.

This kind of work is the most dangerous on the battlefield.

It is the enemy's primary target. Wang Xiaohu is now responsible for his family. If he is taken away, what will happen to these people in his family?

The days go by.

As the year draws to a close, auspicious snow falls from the sky.

There were sounds of firecrackers outside, and a group of children holding firecrackers were playing in the snow. Wang Xiaohu's youngest son was the loudest, and his smug look was exactly like Wang Xiaohu's when he was a child.

The escort agency was getting busier and busier, and the unstable situation affected Wang Xiaohu's entire escort business. Some people who couldn't make a living went back to the mountains, making it increasingly difficult for him to carry out his escort business.

In this month alone, he had lost two dart missions.

Although they are not valuable items, they are still detrimental to one's reputation.

In order to have a good year for his brothers, Wang Xiaohu decided to go out in person to meet the bandits who refused to provide them with escort services. After Chen Luo knew about this, he did not speak to stop them, but stuffed a small item into Wang Xiaohu's bag when he left the city.

The wind blew the snowflakes, forming a white curtain on the street.

Passersby would subconsciously pull the corners of their clothes tighter to prevent the wind and snow from getting in.

Chen Luo was wearing a thick cotton jacket and walked on the snow all the way to the wooden house at the end of the street.

Squeak.

The wooden door opened, and Chen Luo shook off the snow at the door before walking in. The house was heated, and it was warm as soon as he entered.

"Mr. Chen, why are you here in person?"

When the shopkeeper saw Chen Luo, he quickly stepped forward, took over Chen Luo's hat, and shook off the snowflakes on it.

They were all old neighbors. Although Chen Luo rarely came back, he was a well-known figure on this street when he was young. The Liu family even visited him at that time. Although the shopkeeper was young, he still remembered this kind of thing. He was the most powerful official he had ever seen in his life, and it was hard to forget.

"Where is Wang Biaotou?"

"Xiao Hu is out on a escort mission. I'm greedy, so I'll come over and make two pots of wine." Chen Luo took out two big coins from his pocket and put them on the table.

After being integrated into this world for too long, some habits have slowly become part of our bones.

Not long ago, Chen Luo rewrote his story, but still failed to gain recognition from Liangjie Mountain. It seemed that there was a layer of restriction in that place, which prevented his "book demon" from taking shape.

Chen Luo has not found the specific reason yet.

A few days ago, the means he used on Liu Gang and Doctor Luo were broken, which made him suddenly lose his sense of the other side of Liangjie Mountain.

After the New Year, he plans to go and see it in person.

After waiting for so long, it was time to go to Bishui County. He had a premonition that this trip to Bishui County would be his last stop. If he failed, he would be trapped and die in Liangjie Mountain like Liu Gang and Doctor Luo, and would never be able to get out again.

"Then you must go slowly. It just snowed and the ground is slippery."

The boss helped Chen Luo get the wine and even warmed it up. The wine jug was warm in his arms, and he sent Chen Luo out the door, not forgetting to give him a few words of advice.

"I'm in good health! It's just that the wine you brewed is obviously not as good as the one your father made when he was around."

Chen Luo put on his cotton-padded jacket, put on his hat, and went out with the wine jug. Before leaving, he did not forget to scold the boy.

If the wine is weak, it is weak.

If he wasn't used to drinking this, he would definitely not patronize this guy's business.

The shop owner had a smile on his face and waved to Chen Luo.

He had heard this many times, but he never took it to heart. Every family has its own problems, and he had indeed changed the recipe for the wine. The cost of brewing wine was naturally different in different times. If he continued to brew wine according to the old man's method, would his family be left with nothing?

After leaving the hotel, Chen Luo returned to the study with the wine jug.

When passing by the street, Wang Xiaohu's fat son was still setting off firecrackers, followed by seven or eight half-grown children. These children were all descendants of the escort agency's bodyguards.

Wang Xiaohu's escort agency has supported many people over the years. There are countless young people in Anning County who rely on the escort agency for their livelihood. If something goes wrong with the escort agency, most of Anning County will be affected. The reason why Wang Xiaohu is so anxious is because he considers the livelihoods of these people behind him.

"Enter the world, leave the world"

Chen Luo stopped at the door of the bookstore, looked at the falling snow in the distance, and suddenly he had an epiphany.

Life is like a net, and everyone is an insect in the net.

Responsibility is a shackle, but also the driving force for them to move forward.

Chen Luo has lived for so long that he has forgotten the original appearance of many things. In the world of immortal cultivation, he rarely looks down at these things, let alone the affection and bond between ordinary people. Because those who were his contemporaries have long since passed away, those who are still alive now always feel awe when facing him.

After closing the door, Chen Luo drank two glasses of wine.

Suddenly I found that the taste of the wine became what I remembered.

A smile appeared on his face, and he thought of the hotel owner who saw him out, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"This kid"

That night, Chen Luo went to bed early.

Outside the window, firecrackers blasted, lighting up the entire New Year's Eve.

The children's cheers and New Year's greetings lingered in my ears for a long time.

New Year’s Day, Bishui County.

Chen Luo stepped on the snow and crossed hundreds of miles alone to reach Bishui County. After his spiritual power was able to be released, Chen Luo could perform many methods.

What really bothers him now is the life span limit.

Now he is just like an ordinary person. The power of the gods is not enough to prolong his life, and his life span is still slipping away every day. The more than one thousand "book monsters" he sent out have also reached their peak. After several attempts, he roughly deduced the reason why his own book monster could not take shape.

The last step requires his personal participation.

Because, he himself is the book demon! (End of this chapter)