Chapter 2603
Bai Shuimiao is gone!
He only said one sentence, the matter of Dahe Village in the future will be the matter of his Baishuimiao, and the enmity of the previous generation has disappeared.
Chu Yan didn't say much, but he promised that Qiuba would do it himself.
Now, there is not much time left for Chu Yan.
When he came, he was equivalent to twenty-four years old, and now sixty years later, he is eighty-four years old.
Sixteen years, only sixteen years left for Chu Yan.
For him, not much anymore.
In the blink of an eye, another six years have passed.
Today's Chu Yan is already a ninety-year-old old man!
"Artistic conception, I am intoxicated with wine, but the artistic conception of wine has not broken through!"
"Artistic conception, I use medicine to heal people, the artistic conception of medicine, but I don't understand it!"
"Artistic conception, I use words to educate people, but the artistic conception is not understood!"
On this day, he held a jar of wine, looked at the many medical books he wrote and left behind in front of him, and looked at the collections of essays he left with his life stories.
"Why, why is this? Could it be that my path is wrong?"
At this moment, Chu Yan sighed in his heart.
From the very beginning, he chose the understanding of wine, and then, unconsciously, more understanding of medicine and more understanding of words.
The three comprehends, Chu Yan's self-questioning is not shallow, but none of them can fully comprehend the artistic conception.
As for the fault, Chu Yan really didn't know where it was.
"Artistic conception, three kinds of artistic conception... wait..."
Suddenly, when Chu Yan sighed, his eyes suddenly changed, and he said again: "Three kinds of artistic conception, I originally used the artistic conception of wine as the foundation, and now I realize that other artistic conceptions will inevitably be affected. The footsteps of commonplace, but unable to break through..."
At this moment, after sixty-six years of confusion, Chu Yan's thinking suddenly became clear.
It can be said that over the years, his path has been wrong.
The mistake is that he did not stabilize the mood of wine, and at the same time realized other moods.
That's right, in this direction, the other two artistic conceptions have also achieved no small achievements, which opened up two more paths for him.
It can be said that if Chu Yan has enough time, even if there is another 30 years, Chu Yan will have a certain degree of certainty to understand one of the moods, but now, there are only ten years left.
"If this is the case, the method must be changed, otherwise, this mood will be difficult to comprehend!"
Chu Yan's eyes changed again, looking at the drink in his arms, looking at the medical skills in front of him, and looking at the collection of stories.
Are you going to cut off two of them, leaving only one?
At this moment, Chu Yan was deeply reluctant to give up. There were three kinds of moods that he had understood for many years. No matter which one he cut off, he was still reluctant to give up.
"Wait, to change the method, do you really have to cut off the mood? If I don't cut it, but..."
At this moment, Chu Yan's eyes suddenly flickered.
This is the enlightenment of a day after sixty-six years of insight.
Chu Yan turned around, walked out of the small thatched hut, and sat in the center of the yard in this snowy winter.
"Wine, medicine, words..."
Chu Yan closed his eyes.
One day has passed!
Three days have passed!
Seven days have passed!
In Dahe Village, now the master Guiling is the spiritual pillar of everyone, and his strange state has attracted everyone's attention.
Outside the small thatched hut, almost the entire village was crowded together, but no one stepped into the small thatched hut, and no one bothered Chu Yan.
In the Fallen Immortal Island, everyone is trying to comprehend the mood, and everyone can see that today's masters are at the most critical moment of comprehension.
Chu Yan's whole heart was immersed in the comprehension of artistic conception.
This is the kind of comprehension of finding one's own position and living up to this day in this quiet little village.
This is the kind of comprehension that is accustomed to seeing life and death, seeing the retribution of grudges, and realizing it.
This is the sixty-six years in a trance, a taste of life, the kind of understanding of life.
Ten days have passed!
Fifteen days have passed!
"Medicine can heal people, but it can also poison people!"
"It can be confusing, but it can also be misleading!"
"Just like this wine, it can be both intoxicating and sobering!"
"Right and wrong, just a thought!"
...
Twenty days have passed!
Twenty-five days have passed!
Today, Chu Yan's body is only a mortal body, a mere mortal. The comprehension of sitting with him for twenty-five days has accelerated the loss of his life indefinitely.
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 piled up 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 burst into tears.
Their tears, dripping on the snow, turned into crystal beads of ice.
The master has paid too much for this village. It can be said that in the past sixty-six years, without the master, there would be no Dahe Village.
Almost all the people in the village drank the master's wine, listened to the master's stories, and grew up sick and taking the medicine prescribed by the master.
For, Master, everyone has too much reluctance, that kind of reluctance comes from the bones, and it is the inseparability of blood and flesh.
"Grandpa, will he die?"
The person who spoke was a child. He was only five or six years old. He liked this master grandpa very much, because he was the only one who was willing to play with him and tell stories to himself.
"No, no..."
An old man in his seventies said with a trembling voice, and the tears in his eyes could not stop falling.
The first time he listened to the master's story, he was only seven years old. It was the Zidi in the master's story, who told him what it means to be brave and what it means to be strong. The master is the guide of his life.
"No, definitely not!"
An old man in his eighties spoke, his voice trembling and his eyes blurred with tears.
That year, when he was fifteen years old, he was seriously ill. If it weren't for the master, he would not be alive today. The master is his benefactor, his savior.
"Master, I won't die, God, I won't let someone as good as Master die!"
An old woman about ninety years old said, from her old appearance, it can be vaguely seen that she should have been a beautiful woman when she was young.
That year, when she was twenty-two years old, she always adored the master in her heart, and every time she came to see the master because 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, but she is still unmarried.
The master didn't know that her father had long since left. Every time she drank wine, she would drink it for herself, but she was also a master who gave her the courage to live and let her forget her sadness.
Everyone, at this moment, is showing scenes in their own life, and everything about the master and them is constantly flashing in their minds.
A person may die, but he can live in everyone's heart.
Master, that's it!
Just when everyone was so sad, an untimely voice came from outside:
"Dahe Village, my Nanwang City has been included!"
These words were like thunder, and as soon as they came out, they shocked everyone, and everyone looked out.
I don't know when, there was already an army of hundreds of people, roaring, and the leader was one person, wearing armor, riding on a high horse, overlooking the people looking at Dahe Village, if it was a monarch high above.
These words came from his mouth.
"Why? Why include our Dahe Village!"
"Our Dahe Village does not belong to any city. This was decided by Lord Qiuba back then!"
"You can't do this!"
...
For a time, all the Dahe villagers glared at him.
The concept of being incorporated is very simple. In the future, the land planted by the people, the livestock they raise, and the cloth they weave will all be turned over to the city, and some young men and women will even be taken away if there is a need in the city.
Most of the men became slaves, while the women...
This is the case in many villages. Over the years, Dahe Village and dozens of surrounding villages have been spared due to the existence of Qiuba, but now it has been estimated that Qiuba's deadline has arrived, and it is two years late. It is certain that Qiuba has arrived. He must have passed away, and Nanwangcheng, which is the closest to Dahe Village, cannot sit still.
"Hmph, Qiuba is dead, do you think you still have a backer?"
The armored man said coldly, and the audience immediately fell silent.
They were silent. Indeed, they now have no guardians, those who comprehend the artistic conception. On the Fallen Immortal Island, there is no one in a million. How can it be so easy to appear.
"What are you doing here? This old man...hehe, isn't this old man the master you call him? Well, I heard that there are a lot of fine wines hidden in his thatched hut, and it looks like he is basically dead. Waste, search for me!"
The armored man suddenly felt a little strange at this moment, how could everyone in Dahe Village gather like this, and when he saw that the yard was motionless, Chu Yan, who was like a dead thing, had already understood, and immediately snorted coldly.
Everyone present immediately became furious when they heard it.
Although they are afraid of death, even if they die themselves, they will not let the master die.
Because the master is their teacher, their benefactor, and their spiritual sustenance.
Master, can't die!
Now that the master's breath is so weak, he realizes that at the last moment, if someone is charged into it, he will surely die!
"If you want to enter this hospital, unless you step over my body!"
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He only said one sentence, the matter of Dahe Village in the future will be the matter of his Baishuimiao, and the enmity of the previous generation has disappeared.
Chu Yan didn't say much, but he promised that Qiuba would do it himself.
Now, there is not much time left for Chu Yan.
When he came, he was equivalent to twenty-four years old, and now sixty years later, he is eighty-four years old.
Sixteen years, only sixteen years left for Chu Yan.
For him, not much anymore.
In the blink of an eye, another six years have passed.
Today's Chu Yan is already a ninety-year-old old man!
"Artistic conception, I am intoxicated with wine, but the artistic conception of wine has not broken through!"
"Artistic conception, I use medicine to heal people, the artistic conception of medicine, but I don't understand it!"
"Artistic conception, I use words to educate people, but the artistic conception is not understood!"
On this day, he held a jar of wine, looked at the many medical books he wrote and left behind in front of him, and looked at the collections of essays he left with his life stories.
"Why, why is this? Could it be that my path is wrong?"
At this moment, Chu Yan sighed in his heart.
From the very beginning, he chose the understanding of wine, and then, unconsciously, more understanding of medicine and more understanding of words.
The three comprehends, Chu Yan's self-questioning is not shallow, but none of them can fully comprehend the artistic conception.
As for the fault, Chu Yan really didn't know where it was.
"Artistic conception, three kinds of artistic conception... wait..."
Suddenly, when Chu Yan sighed, his eyes suddenly changed, and he said again: "Three kinds of artistic conception, I originally used the artistic conception of wine as the foundation, and now I realize that other artistic conceptions will inevitably be affected. The footsteps of commonplace, but unable to break through..."
At this moment, after sixty-six years of confusion, Chu Yan's thinking suddenly became clear.
It can be said that over the years, his path has been wrong.
The mistake is that he did not stabilize the mood of wine, and at the same time realized other moods.
That's right, in this direction, the other two artistic conceptions have also achieved no small achievements, which opened up two more paths for him.
It can be said that if Chu Yan has enough time, even if there is another 30 years, Chu Yan will have a certain degree of certainty to understand one of the moods, but now, there are only ten years left.
"If this is the case, the method must be changed, otherwise, this mood will be difficult to comprehend!"
Chu Yan's eyes changed again, looking at the drink in his arms, looking at the medical skills in front of him, and looking at the collection of stories.
Are you going to cut off two of them, leaving only one?
At this moment, Chu Yan was deeply reluctant to give up. There were three kinds of moods that he had understood for many years. No matter which one he cut off, he was still reluctant to give up.
"Wait, to change the method, do you really have to cut off the mood? If I don't cut it, but..."
At this moment, Chu Yan's eyes suddenly flickered.
This is the enlightenment of a day after sixty-six years of insight.
Chu Yan turned around, walked out of the small thatched hut, and sat in the center of the yard in this snowy winter.
"Wine, medicine, words..."
Chu Yan closed his eyes.
One day has passed!
Three days have passed!
Seven days have passed!
In Dahe Village, now the master Guiling is the spiritual pillar of everyone, and his strange state has attracted everyone's attention.
Outside the small thatched hut, almost the entire village was crowded together, but no one stepped into the small thatched hut, and no one bothered Chu Yan.
In the Fallen Immortal Island, everyone is trying to comprehend the mood, and everyone can see that today's masters are at the most critical moment of comprehension.
Chu Yan's whole heart was immersed in the comprehension of artistic conception.
This is the kind of comprehension of finding one's own position and living up to this day in this quiet little village.
This is the kind of comprehension that is accustomed to seeing life and death, seeing the retribution of grudges, and realizing it.
This is the sixty-six years in a trance, a taste of life, the kind of understanding of life.
Ten days have passed!
Fifteen days have passed!
"Medicine can heal people, but it can also poison people!"
"It can be confusing, but it can also be misleading!"
"Just like this wine, it can be both intoxicating and sobering!"
"Right and wrong, just a thought!"
...
Twenty days have passed!
Twenty-five days have passed!
Today, Chu Yan's body is only a mortal body, a mere mortal. The comprehension of sitting with him for twenty-five days has accelerated the loss of his life indefinitely.
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 piled up 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 burst into tears.
Their tears, dripping on the snow, turned into crystal beads of ice.
The master has paid too much for this village. It can be said that in the past sixty-six years, without the master, there would be no Dahe Village.
Almost all the people in the village drank the master's wine, listened to the master's stories, and grew up sick and taking the medicine prescribed by the master.
For, Master, everyone has too much reluctance, that kind of reluctance comes from the bones, and it is the inseparability of blood and flesh.
"Grandpa, will he die?"
The person who spoke was a child. He was only five or six years old. He liked this master grandpa very much, because he was the only one who was willing to play with him and tell stories to himself.
"No, no..."
An old man in his seventies said with a trembling voice, and the tears in his eyes could not stop falling.
The first time he listened to the master's story, he was only seven years old. It was the Zidi in the master's story, who told him what it means to be brave and what it means to be strong. The master is the guide of his life.
"No, definitely not!"
An old man in his eighties spoke, his voice trembling and his eyes blurred with tears.
That year, when he was fifteen years old, he was seriously ill. If it weren't for the master, he would not be alive today. The master is his benefactor, his savior.
"Master, I won't die, God, I won't let someone as good as Master die!"
An old woman about ninety years old said, from her old appearance, it can be vaguely seen that she should have been a beautiful woman when she was young.
That year, when she was twenty-two years old, she always adored the master in her heart, and every time she came to see the master because 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, but she is still unmarried.
The master didn't know that her father had long since left. Every time she drank wine, she would drink it for herself, but she was also a master who gave her the courage to live and let her forget her sadness.
Everyone, at this moment, is showing scenes in their own life, and everything about the master and them is constantly flashing in their minds.
A person may die, but he can live in everyone's heart.
Master, that's it!
Just when everyone was so sad, an untimely voice came from outside:
"Dahe Village, my Nanwang City has been included!"
These words were like thunder, and as soon as they came out, they shocked everyone, and everyone looked out.
I don't know when, there was already an army of hundreds of people, roaring, and the leader was one person, wearing armor, riding on a high horse, overlooking the people looking at Dahe Village, if it was a monarch high above.
These words came from his mouth.
"Why? Why include our Dahe Village!"
"Our Dahe Village does not belong to any city. This was decided by Lord Qiuba back then!"
"You can't do this!"
...
For a time, all the Dahe villagers glared at him.
The concept of being incorporated is very simple. In the future, the land planted by the people, the livestock they raise, and the cloth they weave will all be turned over to the city, and some young men and women will even be taken away if there is a need in the city.
Most of the men became slaves, while the women...
This is the case in many villages. Over the years, Dahe Village and dozens of surrounding villages have been spared due to the existence of Qiuba, but now it has been estimated that Qiuba's deadline has arrived, and it is two years late. It is certain that Qiuba has arrived. He must have passed away, and Nanwangcheng, which is the closest to Dahe Village, cannot sit still.
"Hmph, Qiuba is dead, do you think you still have a backer?"
The armored man said coldly, and the audience immediately fell silent.
They were silent. Indeed, they now have no guardians, those who comprehend the artistic conception. On the Fallen Immortal Island, there is no one in a million. How can it be so easy to appear.
"What are you doing here? This old man...hehe, isn't this old man the master you call him? Well, I heard that there are a lot of fine wines hidden in his thatched hut, and it looks like he is basically dead. Waste, search for me!"
The armored man suddenly felt a little strange at this moment, how could everyone in Dahe Village gather like this, and when he saw that the yard was motionless, Chu Yan, who was like a dead thing, had already understood, and immediately snorted coldly.
Everyone present immediately became furious when they heard it.
Although they are afraid of death, even if they die themselves, they will not let the master die.
Because the master is their teacher, their benefactor, and their spiritual sustenance.
Master, can't die!
Now that the master's breath is so weak, he realizes that at the last moment, if someone is charged into it, he will surely die!
"If you want to enter this hospital, unless you step over my body!"
ps: The first update is to...