Ling tripod

Bai Shuimiao left!

He only said that from now on, what happened in Dahe Village was his business, Baishui Miao's, and the grudges of the previous generation disappeared.

Chu Yan didn't say much, but promised that he would complete Qiu Ba's matter.

Now, Chu Yan doesn't have much time left.

When he came, he was equivalent to twenty-four years old. Now, sixty years later, he is already eighty-four years old.

Sixteen years, there are only sixteen years left for Chu Yan.

For him, there wasn't much left.

In the blink of an eye, another six years have passed.

Today, Chu Yan is already an old man in his nineties!

"I use wine to intoxicate people with artistic conception, but the artistic conception of wine has not broken through!"

"I use medicine to treat people, but the artistic conception of the medicine is not clearly understood!"

“I educate people with my words about artistic conception, but I don’t understand the artistic conception through my words!”

On this day, he held a jar of wine, looked at the many medical books he had written and left behind, and looked at the collection of essays he had left behind with his life stories. He took a sip of wine and his sigh became more intense.

"Why, why is this? Could it be that my path is wrong?"

At this moment, Chu Yan sighed.

From the beginning, he chose the understanding of wine, and then, without knowing it, he gained more understanding of medicine and more understanding of words.

Chu Yan's understanding of the three was quite profound, but none of them could fully understand the artistic conception.

As for the mistake, Chu Yan really didn't know where it was.

"Artistic conception, three artistic conceptions...and so on..."

Suddenly, when Chu Yan was sighing, his eyes suddenly changed, and he spoke again: "Three artistic conceptions, I originally took the artistic conception of wine as the foundation, and now I understand other artistic conceptions will inevitably be affected. In this way, all three have reached the limit." The worldly status, but unable to break through..."

At this moment, after being confused for sixty-six years, Chu Yan's thinking suddenly became clear.

It can be said that in these years, his path has been wrong.

The mistake was that he did not stabilize the artistic conception of wine, but at the same time perceived other artistic conceptions.

Yes, in this direction, the other two artistic conceptions have also achieved considerable achievements, which opens up two more ways for him.

It can be said that if Chu Yan had enough time, even if there were another thirty years, Chu Yan would be somewhat sure that he could understand one of the artistic conceptions, but now, there are only ten years left.

"If this is the case, the method must be changed, otherwise, this artistic conception will be difficult to understand!"

Chu Yan's eyes changed again, looking at the wine in his arms, the medical skills in front of him, and the collection of stories.

Is it necessary to cut off two of the veins and leave only one?

At this moment, Chu Yan felt deeply reluctant to let go. He had understood the three artistic conceptions for many years, and no matter which one he cut off, he was still reluctant to let go.

"Wait a minute, do you really have to cut off the artistic conception in order to change the method? What if I don't cut it off, but..."

At this moment, Chu Yan's eyes suddenly flashed.

This was a one-day enlightenment after sixty-six years of enlightenment.

Chu Yan turned around, walked out of the small hut, and sat in the middle of the yard in this snowy cold winter.

"Wine, medicine, words..."

Chu Yan closed his eyes.

One day has passed!

Three days have passed!

Seven days have passed!

In Dahe Village, Master Gui Ling is now everyone's spiritual support, and his strange behavior has attracted everyone's attention.

Outside the small hut, there was a dense crowd of people from almost the entire village, but no one stepped into the small hut, and no one came to disturb Chu Yan.

In the Fallen Immortal Island, everyone is trying to understand the artistic conception. Everyone can see that the current master is at the most critical moment of understanding.

Chu Yan's whole heart was immersed in the comprehension of the artistic conception.

This is the kind of realization that I have found my place and spent my days in this quiet little village.

This is the kind of understanding that comes from being used to seeing life and death, seeing the retribution of grudges and grudges.

This is the kind of understanding of life that I experienced in a trance for sixty-six years.

Ten days have passed!

The fifteenth day has passed!

"Medicine can heal people, but it can also poison people!"

"Words can clear up confusion, but they can also mislead people!"

"Just like this wine, it can be intoxicating or sobering!"

"Right or wrong is just a matter of a thought!"

…

The twentieth day has passed!

The twenty-fifth day has passed!

Now Chu Yan's body is just a mortal body, just a mortal. The realization of sitting for twenty-five days has accelerated the loss of his life infinitely.

The thirtieth day.

At this moment, Chu Yan's life aura was extremely weak, his heartbeat had almost disappeared, his snow-white hair had become dry, and the wrinkles on his face had accumulated even more without the support of flesh and blood.

In everyone's eyes, Chu Yan's life has come to an end.

At this moment, everyone in Dahe Village was in tears.

Their tears fell on the snow and turned into crystal beads of ice.

The master has paid so much for this village. It can be said that without the master in these sixty-six years, there would be no Dahe Village today.

Almost all the people in the village grew up drinking the master's wine, listening to the master's stories, and taking the medicine prescribed by the master when they were sick.

For, Master, we all have too much reluctance, and that reluctance comes from our bones, the inseparability of blood and flesh.

"Grandpa Master, will you die?"

The one who spoke was a child. He was only five or six years old. He liked this grandpa very much because he was the only one willing to play with him and tell him stories.

"No, no..."

An old man in his seventies said in a trembling voice, tears in his eyes could not stop falling.

The first time he heard the master tell a story, he was only seven years old. It was the Purple Emperor in the master's story who told him what courage and strength were. The master was the guide of his life.

"No, definitely not!"

An old man in his eighties spoke, his voice trembling, his eyes blurred with tears.

That year, he was fifteen years old and had a serious illness. If it weren't for the master, he wouldn't be alive today. The master was his benefactor and his lifesaver.

"Master, you won't die. God won't let such a good person like the master die!"

An old woman in her nineties said. From her old appearance, it can be vaguely seen that she should have been a beautiful woman when she was young.

That year, she was twenty-two years old. She always admired the master in her heart, and every time she came to see the master, she thought her father was drinking. But the master is destined to be a lonely person. The old woman has been waiting for the master for more than 60 years. Until now, she has adopted several orphans and is still unmarried.

The master didn't know that her father had left long ago. Every time she made wine, she drank it for herself. It was also the master who gave her the courage to live and let her forget the sadness.

Everyone, at this moment, has scenes from his life, and everything about the master and them keeps flashing in his mind.

A person may die, but he can live in everyone's heart.

The master, that's it!

Just when everyone was so sad, an untimely voice came from outside:

"Dahe Village, my Nanwang City has incorporated it!"

This word was like thunder. As soon as it came out, it shook everyone, and everyone looked out together.

At some point, an army of hundreds of people came roaring in. The leader, wearing armor, rode on a tall horse, overlooking the people of Dahe Village, like a high monarch.

These words came from his mouth.

"Why? Why did you incorporate our Dahe Village!"

"Our Dahe Village does not belong to any city. This was decided by Lord Qiu Ba back then!"

"You can't do this!"

...

For a moment, all the villagers of Dahe Village glared at each other.

Being incorporated, the concept is very simple. In the future, all the land, livestock, and cloth that everyone has planted will be handed over to the city. Even if the city needs it, some young men and women will be taken away.

Most men became slaves, and women...

Many villages are like this. Over the years, Dahe Village and dozens of surrounding villages have been spared because of Qiu Ba's existence. But now it has been estimated that Qiu Ba's deadline has come, and it has been delayed for two years. It can be confirmed that Qiu Ba must have passed away. The Nanwang City, which is closest to Dahe Village, can't sit still.

"Humph, Qiu Ba is dead, do you think you still have a backer?"

The armored man said coldly, and the whole audience was silent.

They were silent. Indeed, they no longer had anyone to protect them. There was only one person who could comprehend the artistic conception on the Fallen Fairy Island. How could it be so easy for such a person to appear.

"Why are you gathering here? This old man... Hehe, isn't this old man the master you mentioned? Well, I heard that there are a lot of fine wines hidden in his hut. It looks like he is basically dead. The things can't be wasted. Search for me!"

The armored man suddenly felt a little strange at this moment. Why did the people of Dahe Village gather like this? When he saw Chu Yan, who was motionless in the yard and looked like a dead object, he knew what was going on and shouted coldly.

Everyone present was furious when they heard this.

Although they were afraid of death, they would not let the master die even if they died themselves.

Because the master was their teacher, their benefactor, and their spiritual sustenance.

The master cannot die!

Now the master's breath is so weak and he has comprehended the last moment. If someone rushes in, he will definitely die!

"If you want to enter this courtyard, you have to step over my corpse!"

ps: The first update is here...