Chapter 2601

Master Xianshou came with a stone in his arms, and there was a bit of loneliness in his expression.

In this Fallen Immortal Island, his original age was equivalent to sixty years old. Now that thirty years have passed, his age is already as many as ninety years old, and his life breath is already very weak.

With the same two bowls of wine in front of the table, Master Xianshou trembled and sat down opposite Chu Yan while holding the stone.

On the stone held in his hand, there is the spirit of the years.

Although this stone is not an immortal stone at first glance, Chu Yan can also see something extraordinary from it.

"It's good to be young, it's still good to be young, fellow Daoist Ghost, this old man really envy you!"

Master Xianshou picked up a bowl of wine and wanted to drink it several times. Because of the trembling of his arms, he didn't drink it in his mouth. Finally, the wine bowl fell and was scattered on his clothes.

There is something strange about such a scene. An old man with white hair and beard, half of his body already buried in the ground, said to a man in his fifties, 'It's nice to be young'.

Chu Yan was silent, drank a bowl of wine, and handed a pill to Master Xianshou, and said lightly: "This pill can't prolong your life, but it can keep you safe before your deadline!"

Master Xianshou showed the color of feeling in his eyes, and stuffed the pill into his mouth.

After taking the pills, Master Xianshou had a rosy look on his face, his hands stopped shaking, and he immediately drank a bowl of wine.

He wiped the drink from the corner of his mouth and said to Chu Yan, "Daoist Ghost, you know, I have been for so many years..."

Through Master Xian Shou's speech, Chu Yan also gained some understanding of what happened in the past 30 years.

The artistic conception that Master Xianshou wants to comprehend is the artistic conception of stone. When he was in the immortal world, he was a stone appraiser. After he came to this Fallen Immortal Island, although there was no immortal stone, he found out that the people here also gambled on stones, and they gambled on jade.

Jade, as the name suggests, is a stone containing jade. Although it is different from Immortal Stone, there are also many similarities, so Master Immortal Hand has become prosperous in many cities by virtue of his superb stone gambling skills. A master of immortal hands, and his artistic conception spread on the Fallen Immortal Island.

But with the passage of time, Master Xianshou has little time left, but he still failed to comprehend the artistic conception of stone. In the end, he gave up all his belongings and traveled among many mountains and rivers in order to find a stone that would allow him to successfully comprehend the artistic conception.

That is, the stone in front of him looks ordinary, but it is extremely extraordinary.

However, the Master Stone Immortal Hand found it ten years ago and studied it for a whole ten years. Now he still can't see it through, and he is not sure to open it. Once the stone is destroyed, then his last hope of comprehending the artistic conception will also be shattered. .

So, until today.

"The autumn wind is cool, Master Xianshou, in this cold winter, with your current body, I'm afraid you can't be proud of it!"

Chu Yan looked at Master Xianshou, and said lightly.

Master Xianshou looked ugly: "Friend ghost, I..."

"You are not the fairy master of the year, the master master of the fairy hand has his own pride and his own decision, and now you are just a poor old man in the twilight..."

Chu Yan said lightly, watching Grandmaster Xianshou's eyes change again, and continued to speak: "If you are afraid of time and death, and you can't even guard your own Dao heart, what is the use of this artistic conception?"

Leaving behind Master Xianshou, who had been sluggish in his words, Chu Yan stood up and turned away.

After taking Chu Yan into the house for a long time, Master Xianshou, the whole person was shocked, and finally he clenched his fists at Chu Yan's small thatched hut and said solemnly: "Thank you very much!"

Seven days later.

The famous immortal master in one hundred and twenty-three ordinary cities opened the stone to shock the sky, comprehended the artistic conception of stone, and reached the state of peeping.

Master Xianshou, his appearance was restored to his sixties in an instant, and the whole person was refreshed.

However, it is clear that one cannot enter the ruins of ancient cultivators if they reach the peeping meaning, and the Master of Immortal Hand still needs to practice.

The messenger of Yilou came, and personally recorded it on the Italian list for him.

So far, there are no longer seven hundred and sixty-two, but seven hundred and sixty-three comprehens of the artistic conception on the Fallen Immortal Island.

At the same time, he received an invitation from Baling City, which ranked third among the ten major cities, and became a high-ranking elder in Baling City.

Master Xianshou personally came to visit Chu Yan again, and prepared to do his best to keep Chu Yan comprehending the artistic conception, and hoped that Chu Yan would go to Baling City with him.

And Chu Yan refused.

Master Xian Shou regretted leaving, and finally said that if something happened, just a letter would be enough.

Time flies again.

Before I knew it, I stayed in Chuyan Artistic Conception of Dahe Village for 40 years.

The young man in his twenties at that time has now become a sixty-year-old man with wrinkles on his face and half a hundred hair.

No longer shaving beard, has been hanging on the chest.

A lot has happened in the past ten years.

A killer called Leng Ye, who gained fame among the ten major cities, and even realized the concept of killing. Although he has not joined any forces, he is definitely a strong one.

After comprehending the mood of killing, Bing Xiaorou returned to her youthful appearance again. When she came to visit Chu Yan, her aura was restrained, and her temperament had changed a lot.

In the past ten years, Bai Shuimiao came to challenge Qiuba for the tenth time.

This time, both of them lost.

Qiuba's injury was even more serious, and Chu Yan asserted that his age could not exceed ten years.

There is not only one sad thing, Chen Shi has become an old hunter, and he no longer needs to go out to hunt, but once he wanted to go out to hunt, but he was swallowed by a wild beast.

Later, Chu Yan learned that Chen Shi went to the mountains for a flower that Qiu Ruo likes.

Chen Shi has loved Qiu Ruo all his life. When he was in his 60s, he heard that Qiu Ruo said that he missed the flowers when he was young and still pulled a handful of old bones and went to the mountains.

Chen Shi is dead, people can't be resurrected, even Chu Yan can't do anything.

Qiu Ruo was devastated and couldn't help herself.

Then, Huzi's son, Xiaohuzi, was born.

Xiaohuzi is just like Huzi, and his favorite is to grab Grandpa Ghost's beard and listen to his stories beside Grandpa Ghost.

Chu Yan still loves children.

As he gets older, he has gone from telling a story once a day to now telling a story once a month.

Many of the people who listened to Chu Yan's story in those days have now passed away. Even the dolls who were a few years old are now men in their forties. They came with their children. There are also some young people in their twenties who now come with their sons, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren.

When they heard Chu Yan tell the story again, they would all feel how they looked when they were young.

"Just like that, the Spirit Race was defeated, and Yutong left Lin Shan forever!"

In the end, Chu Yan finished the story with emotion.

Everyone is silent. The changes of the years are the most indifferent. Everyone is changing, but the persistence in their hearts is still awakened by Chu Yan's story.

On that winter day, everyone could see the master sitting in front of the house, drinking wine from a wine jar under the dancing snow.

His clothes were covered with snow, but he was still drinking, and he said to himself from time to time: "The beauty of drinking is like the snow in winter, cold and pure, beautiful and cold-hearted..."

"Friend ghost, long time no see!"

A voice came, and Chu Yan saw that it was the old man surnamed He.

The old man surnamed He is in high spirits, and his appearance is almost the same as that of the past. Obviously, he has already understood the artistic conception.

"sit!"

Chu Yan sat on the side of the stone table and made a gesture of invitation.

The years have left many traces on Chu Yan's body, the only thing that has not changed is his upright spine.

"Fellow Daoist ghost, the mood that this old man realizes is Dan..."

Without waiting for Chu Yan to ask, the old man surnamed He spoke.

For the past 40 years, he has been in a pharmacy, and he has tried alchemy.

Alchemy, on this Fallen Immortal Island, is something that no one has ever done before. The old man surnamed He does not concoct elixir. With his mortal body, he concocts ordinary pills. There are many effects contained in this medicine pill...

In the end, even the old man surnamed He became an alchemist with the same reputation as Master Xianshou, a stone appraiser, and he finally understood the meaning of it from it.

"Congratulations!"

Chu Yan clasped his fists, his face was flat, but there was not much change.

The old man surnamed He expressed his worries: "Daoist ghost friend, mortals have a life span of at most 100 years, and now you only have more than 30 years left. Back then, you and I agreed on something..."

"I will naturally do what was agreed back then!"

Chu Yan still spoke quietly, and his eyes remained the same as before.

The old man surnamed He knew that he didn't need to say more and left.

"Wine, medicine, speech, three kinds of artistic conception, it is not far from the breakthrough time..."

Chu Yan drank a glass of wine and spoke softly again.

Time flows again.

In the blink of an eye, the fiftieth year has passed.

Chu Yan's hair was even grayer, and his face was more wrinkled. Today, he is an old man in his seventies.

On this day, he was sitting beside Qiuba's bed, looking at Qiuba whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, he couldn't help but sigh.

Qiuba originally had sixty-four years to live, but because of his serious injuries, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Qiu Ruo was also guarding Qiu Ba's side, as well as Qiu Ba's black giant tiger. Although the lifespan of beasts was longer than that of ordinary people, this black tiger had been with Qiu Ba for a long time, and it was getting old now. He's so old that he can't even lift his spirits when he fights with Thunder Turtle.

"Brother ghost, promise me..."

ps: The first update... It's not very good to write, sorry for being late!