Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't change his expression, but in fact he rapidly increased the amount of spiritual power input. Soon the spiritual power enveloped the evil spirit. After a "pop" sound, the evil spirit was
Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual power brought out Xiaohu's mother's body, and then he released the Samadhi True Fire, refining the evil spirit into a ray of energy and dispersing it between heaven and earth.
As the evil energy was refined, Xiaohu's mother's trembling body stabilized, and her complexion gradually improved.
"Boil this medicine into three large bowls of water, divide it three times, one bowl at a time, take each bowl half an hour apart, and you will be cured in the evening!" Yuwen Zhouyuan took out a piece of herbal medicine from the medicine box and said.
"That's great. Thank you so much, Mr. Yuwen! If you don't mind, just have a meal at home. I have rosehip wine brewed by my ancestors in my winery. This wine is much better than those in the restaurants in the capital. Of course, the consultation fee
It won’t be a loss for you sir!” Zou Zhiming said.
After hearing this, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart. This emotion was something he had never felt in decades. He hesitated and nodded.
"Mr. Yuwen, Xiaohu's mother has not recovered from her illness today. I don't know how to cook. I asked Xiaohu to buy some braised vegetables. We will deal with it today. When little Tiger recovers, we will invite you over for a good meal!"
As Zou Zhiming spoke, he took out a handful of money and threw it to Xiaohu, who had just come in, asking him to buy braised vegetables.
Soon after they bought the stewed vegetables, Zou Zhiming and Yu Wenzhouyuan started to drink from cup to cup. They didn't leave until the moon rose above the willow branches and the little tiger girl recovered from her illness and got up.
Yuwen Zhouyuan returned to Chenyuantang with a hint of drunkenness.
"Back!" Dongfang Hancui came up to him obediently and asked.
"I'm back. Only when I saw Brother Zou's family today did I know what mortal life is, what happiness is, and what mortal pursuits are!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said, and he felt that the spiritual power in his body was unconsciously moving again.
At the same time, as the spiritual power in his body moved by itself, Yuwen Zhouyuan's state of mind also improved little by little. Although the progress was very slow, he felt progress.
Looking at Dongfang Hancui, who was dressed as an ordinary person, Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but feel his heart move. He stretched out his hand to hug Dongfang Hancui into his arms.
Dongfang Hancui said hurriedly: "Brother..."
"Shh! Stop talking, I miss you, I want..."
As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan finished speaking, he opened his mouth and kissed Dongfang Hancui's cherry blossoms, and the doors and windows closed by themselves with a "bang, bang".
"Brother, this is the hall..."
"Then let's go back to the room..."
Soon a heart-warming and joyful sound came from a room in Chenyuantang...
The next day, Yuwen Zhouyuan woke up quietly and found that Dongfang Hancui was still sleeping in her arms like a kitten. It seemed that the entertainment last night had consumed a lot of energy for her.
Yuwen Zhouyuan gently released Dongfang Lengcui from his arms, covered her with a quilt, covering her beautiful body that made him want to indulge again. After taking a deep breath, he put on his clothes and walked out of the room.
As he walked outside, he performed some exercises and found that his cultivation and state of mind had improved a lot!
Then he came to the front hall and started reading medical books, writing prescriptions, and painting...
On the third day after Yuwen Zhouyuan finished treating Mrs. Zou Zhiming, Zou Zhiming personally came to invite Yuwen Zhouyuan and his wife to visit the winery.
Yuwen Zhouyuan and his wife could not refuse their hospitality, so they followed Zou Zhiming to the wine shop.
Before arriving at the winery, I saw a woman in her thirties wearing a blue shirt standing in front of the door to greet her. This person was none other than Zou Zhiming’s wife, Xiaohu’s mother, and Yuwen Zhouyuan’s first patient. .
Although Xiaohu’s mother is not very old, her temperament is quite gentle. It can be seen from some details that this is a happy family.
The children are well-behaved and the couple is loving.
The two parties met each other, and Xiaohu's mother once again expressed her gratitude to Yuwen Zhouyuan for his diagnosis. She soon became acquainted with Dongfang Hancui, and the two chatted happily.
A square table was placed in the wine shop with several home-cooked side dishes on it. Even though Yuwen Zhouyuan and his wife had already gone away from grain, they still picked up their chopsticks and took a few bites when they saw this long-lost meal that was full of the warmth of home. .
Drinking the rosehip wine that Zou Zhiming was very proud of, and eating the home-cooked meal that he had not seen for a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan's mood was more peaceful than the last time he drank in the wine shop, and the spiritual energy in his body was flowing rapidly at a speed unprecedented in his life.
This wine is indeed a good wine, leaving people with endless aftertaste...
Since this day, there has been an indispensable thing in Yuwen Zhouyuan's life, and that is this rosehip wine.
Xiaohu came to Yuwen Zhouyuan almost every day to watch him paint after writing the prescriptions, and every time he came he would bring a pot of rose hip stuffing.
There are gradually more paintings in Yuwen Zhouyuan's Chenyuantang, and a large part of these paintings are of various beasts.
Yuwen Zhouyuan has drawn almost all the beasts he has seen over the decades of cultivating immortality. However, no matter how Yuwen Zhouyuan draws those high-grade spiritual beasts and powerful demonic beasts, he is still unable to draw the beasts. Momentum and demeanor.
Each of these painted pictures is condensed with huge spiritual power. Mortals can feel this, but if a cultivator comes here, they will be horrified immediately.
Because the pressure of this kind of spiritual power is almost as strong as some low-level magical weapons, and even in some pictures, its spiritual power is comparable to that of mid-level magical weapons.
This is not a picture, it is clearly a piece of magic weapon!
Life is like a bowl of clear water, plain and light with a hint of sweetness and bitterness. Yu Wenzhouyuan felt a sense of spiritual cleansing for this kind of life without killing.
At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan forgot his identity as a cultivator and the killings over the years. Instead, he truly integrated into the mortal world and experienced the bitterness and sweetness of mortals.
Every morning, Yuwen Zhouyuan would get up early, open the door of Chenyuantang. Then he would sit quietly in the middle hall, first holding a medical book and meditating on it, then writing prescriptions, and then starting to paint.
Now his Chen Yuantang Chinese medicine prescription is two feet thick, and the dense silk threads above the shop are also covered with countless paintings.
Neighbors of the surrounding shops gradually came to know that the shop had changed owners and had been transformed from a grocery store into a medical clinic. In particular, although the doctor in the medical clinic was young, his medical skills were very good.
The neighbors all had a good impression of Yuwen Zhouyuan and his wife's elegance. Especially with the help of Zou Zhiming and his wife, more and more people came to the medical clinic for medical treatment. The little Chen Yuantang Gradually he began to become famous in Daxiong Capital.
A year passed in the blink of an eye, and the mysterious old man never appeared again. Although Yuwen Zhouyuan would think of this person from time to time, he gradually stopped paying attention to him.
Yuwen Zhouyuan is now completely absorbed in reading medical books, writing prescriptions, and painting.
Among the various paintings of Yuwen Zhouyuan, the most numerous ones are all kinds of monsters. Those monsters are all below the level of real people, but the monsters in the first painting are all lifelike and vivid.
Almost most of the monsters in these paintings have never been seen by ordinary people.
In fact, let alone them, even if some cultivators come here, few of them will be able to recognize them. After all, some of these monsters are from the tomb of real people, that is, the Muyang Realm, and some are from the Yinhun Ghost Realm.
some.
Over the past year, Dongfang Hancui's cultivation and state of mind have improved greatly, and he has reached the late stage of becoming a true master. Therefore, after obtaining Yuwen Zhouyuan's consent, Dongfang Hancui entered the Heavenly Book Space for retreat.
At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan was holding a pen in his hand and writing on a piece of rice paper. Soon, the shape of a lizard-like monster was gradually outlined.
Looking at the pattern on the paper, Yuwen Zhouyuan put down his pen and picked up the silver jug next to him and was about to drink from it, when he suddenly realized that there was no wine in the jug.
Usually at this time, Xiaohu would come to watch him paint, and every time he came, he would always bring a pot of rose hip stuffing.
Sure enough, not long after, the little tiger, who had grown taller, opened the door of Chenyuantang and walked in.
The boy Xiaohu. At this time, he was said to be only twelve years old, but he had grown very tall and his body was much stronger than a year ago.
After entering Chen Yuantang, he said: "Uncle Yuwen, hasn't Auntie come back yet? If Auntie isn't here during this period, you might as well come to my house for dinner."
"Your aunt is going to a place far away this time, and it will take ten months at the earliest. I can't eat at your house all the time. Don't worry, I can cook, so I won't be hungry!" Yuwen Zhouyuan touched it.
He touched Xiaohu’s head and said.
"It's just a matter of adding an extra pair of chopsticks. I'll give you some wine!" Xiaohu said nonchalantly.
"Okay, I just ran out of wine. You little guy are a real help in times of need! Thank you, Xiaohu!" Yuwen Zhouyuan took the wine bottle and said.
Xiaohu came to Yuwen Zhouyuan and sat down and said: "Uncle Yuwen, don't thank me. Once you say thank you, your feelings will go away! By the way, uncle, someday you go to my house and talk about my father. He always asks me
I don’t want to learn winemaking from him. If I do, I’m going to learn painting from my uncle.” As he spoke, his little eyes narrowed and he stared straight at the unfinished painting on Yuwen Zhouyuan’s table.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan laughed and took a big sip from the flask. This kind of rosehip wine tasted sweet with a hint of spiciness. After drinking it, a trace of fire rose in his stomach. Over the past year, it has become Yu Wen Zhouyuan's daily drink.
daily necessities.
"Uncle Yuwen, what animal are you drawing now? It looks like a lizard to me." Xiaohu said in confusion as he looked at the pattern on the paper.
Yuwen Zhouyuan touched the little tiger's head and said with a smile: "It's not a lizard, but a creature called Mengjiao. Although it looks similar to a lizard, it can actually fly into the clouds and mist, and it can even emit poisons that confuse people's minds.
Gas, and its power is infinite."
Xiaohu nodded as if he understood. Over the past year, he had seen countless animals of various kinds in Yuwen Zhouyuan, each of which he had never seen before.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a pen and began to draw strokes on the rice paper. This creature that looked like a lizard was actually a rare medium-grade spiritual beast in the Muyang Realm. When it got angry, a monk would not be able to resist it.
However, for Yuwen Zhouyuan, many of these spiritual beasts were slaughtered, and his inner elixir was refined into a lot of elixirs, which he swallowed for practice and healing. As a result, the painting at this time was covered with dragon beasts.
The appearance was completely formed in my mind, and there was no pause between strokes.
Half an hour later, Yuwen Zhouyuan lightly tapped the beast's eyes in the painting with the tip of his pen. Suddenly, the masked dragon in the painting seemed to be alive, emitting bursts of fierce flames.