Soon Yuwen Zhouyuan bought a small shop in a relatively remote place in the west of the city for eight taels of gold. After sorting it out, he and Dongfang Hancui moved in.
If you want to attack the true king, you must first become a mortal, understand life, and understand the way of heaven. This is what Yuwen Zhouyuan thought of.
It is said that a little is hidden in the wild, and a big is hidden in the city. At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan was hiding in the prosperous mortal capital of Daxiong Kingdom, quietly feeling the way of heaven and reincarnation. In order to break through the true master stage and enter the true king, he did all-out things
Ground preparation.
The shop placed by Yuwen Zhouyuan is not on the main street, but rather remote, making it difficult to see if you look for it.
But Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't mind. After a night of meditation, the green mist outside his body condensed a little again, and at this time, he had already thought about what kind of identity he would live here next.
In the early morning, Yuwen Zhouyuan found some pen and ink, took down the horizontal plaque on the shop, then turned it over and wrote the three characters "Chen Yuantang".
Then he went to the market early to buy some herbs, and asked a carpenter to make a medicine cabinet. Then, like a mortal doctor, he tidied up the shop and began his life in the world.
Dongfang Hancui was sorting herbs under the arrangement of Yuwen Zhouyuan, while he took out the medical books left to him by the fatal doctor.
Looking at these medical books, memories from decades ago gradually came to mind.
Although the time he spent with Master Yi Tuo, a deadly doctor, was not long, Yuwen Zhouyuan could fully feel the deep love that Master Yi Tuo, a deadly doctor, had for him.
When looking through medical books, seeing the handwriting of the fatal doctor, Yuwen Zhouyuan seemed to have returned to the years when he was recuperating in the basement of the ruined temple decades ago.
Gradually, as Yuwen Zhouyuan was flipping through medical books, it became dark without realizing it.
At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan had no concept of time and completely forgot about everything. The spiritual power in Yuwen Zhouyuan's body suddenly started to operate. The spiritual power emanated from his body and directed toward the ordinary herbal medicine covers on the medicine cabinet.
go.
As those spiritual powers come into contact with the herbs, the quality of those ordinary mortal herbs undergoes a qualitative change, and traces of Zhongling's power emanate from the herbs...
Time passed quickly, and night fell again. Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly woke up. He looked at the medical book in his hand and couldn't help laughing. Then he picked up a pen and started writing the prescription on the rice paper.
After a while, a prescription was written out. Yu Wenzhouyuan's pen did not stop. Instead, he began to draw rapidly on the edge of the prescription. Soon, a hunchbacked middle-aged man appeared on the paper. The man's eyes were like this.
His expression is so kind, and even every texture on his face is so lifelike!
Although there are only a few strokes in this picture, it is as spiritual as a Buddhist. Waves of spiritual power spread out from it. Yuwen Zhouyuan stared blankly at the portrait next to the prescription, and a feeling of sadness surged into his heart.
Yuwen Zhouyuan gently rubbed the picture with his right hand and murmured to himself: "Master, are you okay now? I have killed all the people who besieged you back then, and I have avenged my revenge, but you can never come back.
Coming..."
When Dongfang Hancui saw Yuwen Zhouyuan like this, she did not step forward to dissuade her, because although she didn't know why Yuwen Zhouyuan had changed so much since he took over this store, she could tell that Yuwen Zhouyuan had now entered
A mysterious state of practice.
This state must be very important for Yuwen Zhouyuan to improve his current state of mind and break through the bottleneck of the True Lord stage, so in order not to disturb Yuwen Zhouyuan, she quietly hid out.
After being silent for a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan put aside the prescription with the image on it, picked up a pen and wrote the prescription on a piece of paper, and then started drawing...
The weather is getting colder, and a day and a night without rest is nothing to Yuwen Zhouyuan. When he was hunted down back then, he often escaped for several days and nights.
At the moment when the sun rose, Yuwen Zhouyuan finally stopped writing. He wrote more than a dozen prescriptions, but he only drew one picture, and this picture was painted separately, not together with the prescriptions.
The painting is of a woman in her thirties with a loving look on her face and her eyes looking into the distance as if she is waiting for her child to return.
Yuwen Zhouyuan stared at the woman in the painting and said softly: "Mom, how are you? It's all because the child was unfilial and provoked others, so you, mother, were brutally killed! But mother, I have already killed the person who killed you.
, I have avenged my revenge! But I am not happy after the revenge, because although the revenge is avenged, mother, you will never survive again!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan framed the portrait and hung it up. He bowed to the fatal doctor and his mother in the portrait, and then started writing prescriptions and painting...
Time passed slowly, and Yuwen Zhouyuan had written down hundreds of prescriptions and painted more than fifty paintings, but he never stopped. Only when he was extremely tired, he would meditate for a while.
During this period of time, Dongfang Hancui, in addition to serving Yuwen Zhouyuan delicious meals every day, was so well-behaved that she did not disturb Yuwen Zhouyuan. In this month, she found that Yuwen Zhouyuan's temperament had changed significantly.
The fierceness and murderous aura in Yuwen Zhouyuan became weaker, and he became more and more like a doctor and an ordinary person.
This month, Yu Wen Zhouyuan's medical clinic has not had a single customer come to the hospital. But Yu Wen Zhouyuan didn't mind. He was immersed in reading medical books, writing prescriptions, and painting figures. He even stopped practicing.
On this day, Yuwen Zhouyuan stopped writing. There was a half-finished portrait on the paper. The painting was a silver dragon. The whole body of the dragon exuded a powerful aura of a mythical beast. What was even more amazing was that the painting actually exuded a powerful aura.
A very strong cold air.
What Yuwen Zhouyuan drew turned out to be the soul of the cold dragon that he had integrated into the Ice Soul Mysterious Light Sword.
This Cold Dragon Soul is the key thing for Yuwen Zhouyuan to upgrade his first Yuan Shen magic weapon, the Ice Soul Mysterious Light Sword, which was made with Dan Soul Liquid, into the first Yuan Shen magic weapon.
Looking at this half-finished painting, Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but think of the hardships of refining the soul magic weapon and soul magic weapon...
While he was reminiscing, a gust of wind chimes sounded, and the door of the medical center was pushed open. A young boy with a tough head and a tough head took a cautious look.
When the young man saw Yuwen Zhouyuan, he was stunned for a moment, but was soon attracted by the countless portraits hanging around the room.
The little boy said in surprise: "Uncle, you are not only a doctor, but you can also draw. These are all your drawings. They are so beautiful. Can you give me one?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled hoarsely, put down the pen he was about to draw on the dragon, and picked up a picture from the side. The picture on this picture was of the rotten bone monster python.
The young man immediately cheered after taking the portrait, holding it cherished in his hand, and said crisply to Yuwen Zhouyuan: "Thank you, uncle, I'm from the wine shop opposite. By the way, uncle, my mother is sick, please come over and take a look.
Just give it a try."
When he heard that someone asked him to see a doctor, Yuwen Zhouyuan took it seriously and hurriedly said: "Okay, let's go!"
"Brother, please wait and give me the medicine box!" Dongfang Han picked up the medicine box and caught up.
"Okay, thank you! I've neglected you during this time!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said apologetically.
"It's okay, brother, go early and come back early, the food will be ready soon. I'll wait for you to eat!" Dongfang Hancui said with a sweet smile.
Yuwen Zhouyuan followed the little boy and quickly arrived at the wine shop opposite. The little boy shouted loudly: "Dad, I invited Uncle Langzhong to treat my mother. By the way, this is a painting given to me by my uncle."
As soon as the little boy finished speaking, a middle-aged man walked out of the wine shop. This man had an honest face, and his slightly bronzed skin showed that he usually did not have an easy job.
The middle-aged man looked at the little boy lovingly, then clasped his fists at Yuwen Zhouyuan and said, "Sir, here you go, please come to the room."
"Easy!" Yuwen Zhouyuan agreed and walked into the wine shop.
The middle-aged man's eyes immediately lit up when he saw the picture in the little boy's hand. Then he took the picture from the little boy's hand, walked a few steps quickly to follow Yu Wen Zhouyuan and said, "Children are not sensible. How much does this picture cost, sir?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his head and said: "I gave it to him, it's just a painting."
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "In this case, I will thank you sir on Quanzi's behalf. He just moved here recently, right? I have never met you before."
Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded with a smile and said: "I just moved here not long ago. What is your illness? I'd better diagnose the illness first and then we can talk."
"Okay! Okay! Look at my memory. I asked Xiaohu to ask the husband to come and treat my wife. I have forgotten such a big thing. Please come in and invite the husband! My mother, the husband from Chenyuantang is here to treat you!"
The middle-aged man hurriedly shouted into the house.
"What do you call this big brother? I'm Yu Wen Zhouyuan." Yu Wen Zhouyuan said to the middle-aged man.
"My name is Zou Zhiming, and I am the owner of this winery. This winery has been passed down to me for five generations. Everyone calls me Zou Winery." The middle-aged man said with a simple smile.
"It turns out to be Brother Zou. Your little tiger is really cute, sensible and smart!" Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the little boy who was following him and said.
"This kid is so naughty, alas! Let's stop talking, Xiaohu, why don't you go make tea for Mr. Yuwen." Zou Zhiming shouted to Xiaohu.
"Okay!" Xiaohu agreed and followed happily.
Yuwen Zhouyuan followed Zou Zhiming into the inner room and saw a middle-aged woman lying behind the bed. The woman's face was pale, her eyes were slightly closed, and her body was shaking constantly.
Although he hadn't felt his pulse yet, with just one scan with Yuwen Zhouyuan's powerful consciousness, he discovered that the woman was just infected with the wind-chill. The wind-chill was not serious at that time, but what was not good was that there was an evil spirit in this woman's body.
gas.
The evil energy seemed to have sensed the exploration of Yuwen Universe's spiritual consciousness, and it suddenly disappeared.
"Weird! You actually want to play hide and seek in front of me!" Yu Wen Zhouyuan thought to himself.
But he was not in a hurry to search for the evil spirit. He took out the pulse pillow from the medicine box, then stretched out a finger and pressed it on Xiaohu's mother's wrist pulse.
As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan came into contact with Xiaohu's mother's wrist vein, he immediately sensed the hidden evil energy.
Without thinking, Yuwen Zhouyuan quickly released a stream of spiritual power and entered Xiaohu's mother's body along her wrist veins.
As that spiritual power entered Xiaohu's mother's body, the evil spirit entrenched in her body immediately became manic.