Chapter 2606

Italian building.

Ninety-ninth floor!

In the middle of the ninety-ninth floor, there is a circular formation with ancient formation patterns on it. Ancient repairs.

Above this formation, there is a jade bottle floating.

This jade bottle is only three inches high, with ancient patterns engraved on it, exuding a crystal luster.

There are four stone pillars around this circular formation, and a jade slip is placed on top of each stone pillar.

At this moment, the jade slip above the stone pillar in the south trembled.

"Word!"

In the jade bottle, a majestic voice came out.

It was a strange sound, and I couldn't tell the difference between men and women, and I couldn't hear the old and the young.

At this moment, the voice of the previous messenger of Yilou came from the jade slip: "Lord Landlord, that Guiling not only refused to accept the invitation, but also despised my Yilou, killed General Nanwangcheng on the spot, and seriously injured me, this person, I didn't care about me at all, and I didn't take you in the eyes of the landlord, my lord..."

"I see!"

In the jade bottle, the strange voice came out again.

"Sir, this person..."

"The deity said, I know!"

In the jade bottle, a majestic voice came out immediately.

"Lord Landlord spare your life, my subordinates are also thinking of Yilou, Lord..."

"roll!"

In the jade bottle, after the word came out, the jade slip above the stone pillar immediately dimmed.

At this moment, an illusory figure in the jade bottle is looming, and the voice comes from it:

"Interesting little guy, knowing that the artistic conception of the Dao is difficult to understand, so he uses the three kinds of the artistic conception of the small road to be clear, the fusion of artistic conception, the first time to enter the artistic conception practice, is the peak of peeping, interesting, really interesting..."

...

Chu Yan opened a lecture hall on artistic conception.

Every day, he only speaks once, and all the qualified young people in Dahe Village and dozens of surrounding villages come to listen.

So, the day goes on.

Chu Yan had already become the most virtuous person among all the surrounding villages.

As for his one move to comprehend the artistic conception, he reached the peak of peeping, suppressing the messenger of the tower, three moves to defeat Nantianren, the Lord of Nanwang City, and many other things immediately came out, and the name Guiling soon spread all over the Fallen Immortal Island.

There are even a lot of artistic conception cultivators who came to visit, and among the main cities, the most visited.

In the ten major cities, every city owner has reached the realm of clear meaning, and there will be a few elders who are just beginning to peep by their side. Naturally, they do not want to let go of a talented person like Chu Yan.

But Chu Yan is naturally not interested in this matter. Many city lords of the main city are masters of clear intentions, but because of the regulations of Yilou, they cannot force others to join, so this matter can only be abandoned.

Next, more and more acquaintances visited Chu Yan.

Bai Shuimiao came first.

Since the last incident, Bai Shuimiao has completely opened her heart.

Bai Shuimiao's life after the age of eight has been spent in hatred and entanglement. He has no relatives, no friends, and the only person who cares about him is Qiu Ba.

Now that Qiu Ba is dead, it can be said that he has no one to talk to anymore.

Except for Chu Yan!

After the last time, Bai Shuimiao and Chu Yan became friends with each other. They talked almost everything, and often came to Chu Yan for drinks.

As for Bai Shuimiao and Chu Yan, there is no dislike here either. In his opinion, Bai Shuimiao has done nothing wrong. All of this is the arrangement of fate, and it is naturally good for him to open his heart now.

Bai Shuimiao was already a cultivator of clear intent, and he was even stronger than Chu Yan in terms of understanding of artistic conception.

When the two discussed their intentions, they raised a lot of points for Chu Yan.

On this day, the two were drinking in the yard. The two had been drinking since the evening, and now it was late at night.

"Brother Ghost, do you know where my artistic conception of water comes from?"

"From sorrow!"

"In sorrow, how can there be the artistic conception of water in sorrow?"

"When there is sadness, there are tears, and when there are tears, there is water. The artistic conception of your water contains bitterness. I didn't understand it at first, but after you transformed in front of Qiuxiong's grave that day, I knew that your The artistic conception of water, in fact, is the artistic conception of tears.”

"Hey... At first, I didn't realize it clearly. When I realized it, I reached the state of enlightenment, and then I realized that my water came from tears!"

"It's all about fate!"

"Those who know me, Brother Ghost also..."

...

This night, both of them were very drunk. With their current cultivation base, they should not have been drunk, but they both wanted to.

Next, Bing Xiaorou came.

After Bing Xiaorou broke through the artistic conception, the whole person became more and more cold and glamorous, and that cute temperament, I am afraid that it will only happen here in Chu Yan.

For her senior brother, she is now very relieved.

"Senior brother, follow me to the main city! You have already understood the artistic conception. In this small village, it is already the limit, and it is time to leave!"

Bing Xiaorou looked at Chu Yan and said.

"In this Dahe Village, my life is not over yet!"

Chu Yan rejected Bing Xiaorou with these words, and Bing Xiaorou left helplessly.

The savage Mitsubishi also came, and he also broke through the artistic conception.

Next, Long Xiaoyou came. After breaking through his artistic conception, he regained the appearance of a seven- or eight-year-old girl.

This time, she and Chu Yan played chess again.

"Brother Ghost, you have broken through the artistic conception, why haven't you regained your youthful appearance, this is too old, I should be called Grandpa Ghost!"

Long Xiaoyou looked at Chu Yan with white hair and long beard, and said.

"I am in Dahe Village, this life is not over yet!"

Chu Yan just said this.

Long Xiaoyou seems to understand but does not understand.

"Little girl, you lost!"

At this moment, Chu Yan fell down and said lightly.

"Hey, why did I lose again, I obviously practiced the chess skills hard!"

Long Xiaoyou pouted, then looked at Chu Yan and said, "Brother Ghost, you are too bad. You spent a day and a night to defeat me last time, how come it's half an hour this time?"

Beside Long Xiaoyou, the three Yin Fans also reached the state of peeping, and regained their youthful appearance, and they looked at Chu Yan in confusion.

"You needed me for a day and a night back then, but now, I don't need it anymore!"

Chu Yan smiled lightly and turned away.

Long Xiaoyou was stunned at first, and finally laughed: "Brother Ghost, I understand! Next time I'll play chess with you!"

The third one came, Master Xianshou.

Master Xianshou looked at Chu Yan with admiration in his eyes. At this moment, he deeply realized how naive he was in persuading him to join the main city. This person has lofty aspirations, and he was able to call on his artistic conception to break through back then, but how could he not be able to break through by himself.

And now, Master Xianshou can't see Chu Yan's aura more and more.

"Friend ghost, when will you enter the city?"

"Ten years later!"

...

The old man surnamed He finally came. Looking at Chu Yan, he felt more and more that his choice was correct.

Time flows like this.

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

Today's Chu Yan has spent seventy-six years in this Dahe Village, and he is already a hundred years old.

"It's been a hundred years, it's time to leave!"

On this day, Chu Yan had already propelled himself with the drink and flew into the sky. Seeing the Dahe Village, which had allowed him to spend a hundred years, he couldn't help feeling emotional.

When I came to Dahe Village for the first time, most of the people I met have now finished their lives.

Qiu Ba, Chen Shi, Qiu Ruo...

Figures appeared in front of Chu Yan.

The life of a mortal is so short.

Qiu Ba has suffered all his life, Chen Shi has a happy life, Qiu Ruo has a happy life, and suffers in his old age...

Cultivators leave in their entire lives, and there are still regrets, not to mention mortals.

No one's life is perfect, and a life with regrets may be the real life.

At this moment, Chu Yan was deep in this world, and suddenly felt very lonely.

In this Dahe Village, Chu Yan felt a sense of loneliness, and felt that he should not belong to this place, and should not belong to the years that will not be lost.

He finally chose to leave.

In front of Qiuba's tomb.

"Brother Qiu, Dahe Village is over in my life. I promised to do things for a hundred years, but it won't change. That's it, don't let it go!"

Chu Yan said lightly, clasped his fists at Qiuba, and placed three jars of wine in front of his grave.

When he turned around, the person in front of him was Bai Shuimiao.

"What can I do?"

Bai Shuimiao spoke softly to Chu Yan.

Between the two, they have already become friends who have nothing to say, no need to say more.

"Which small town is the most peaceful?"

Chu Yan looked at Bai Shuimiao and said.

Bai Shuimiao's eyes changed slightly, and finally he said, "Ping An City!"

"Ping'an City, a good name, it's here!"

Chu Yan smiled lightly, turned around and left.

"Brother Ghost, with your cultivation base..."

"You know my character!"

Bai Shuimiao didn't say more, Chu Yan flew into the sky with the artistic conception of wine.

In the sky, its appearance is constantly changing, from a hundred years old to ninety years old, eighty years old, seventy years old...

In the end, he once again turned into a young man dressed in white, twenty-three or four years old.

Although the face is the same as when he entered the Fallen Immortal Island, his temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes now.

In Dahe Village, there is a family.

At this moment, an old man was sitting in the yard, surrounded by seven or eight children. The old man said, "Come on, let's continue to tell the story of Emperor Zi, which was told to me by the uncle of the master himself!"

At this moment, a voice sounded in the old man's ear:

"Huzi, I've left, you don't need to look for me. In the next twenty-four years, if there is anything, you can open the jar of wine I left in your house!"

Hearing this, the old man burst into tears and muttered to himself, "Uncle Ghost..."