On the seventh day after Ma Yunqiao left, he came to Yuwen Zhouyuan's Chenyuantang again. With him was a middle-aged man with a hint of nobility in his appearance.
This person and Ma Yunqiao entered the Chen Yuantang hall respectfully, without caring about their identities, they knelt down with a bang and kowtowed three times to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at this person, and without saying a word, he could tell at a glance that this person must be Ma Yunqiao's master, the prince who the big-nosed monk wanted to kill.
In the eyes of real mortals, the prince already belongs to the royal family that reaches the heavens, but in Yuwen Zhouyuan's view, this person is no different from an ant. Although he has practiced a little, as long as he does not advance to the true essence, he will not be able to escape reincarnation.
The middle-aged man seemed to already know Yu Wen Zhouyuan's temperament. After kowtowing, he stood up without saying a word and took out a storage bag. He put it respectfully on the table beside him and Ma Yunqiao bowed and backed away.
Yuwen Zhouyuan never said a word. After waiting for a long time after the two of them, he raised his head from the painting and picked up the storage bag. When his consciousness swept away, he saw that there were a large number of spiritual stones in it, and there was also a handful of ancient
key.
Putting away the storage bag, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath and walked out of Chen Yuantang. Time flies, and another five years have passed...
On this day, Xiaohu's father, Zou Qiming, passed away, unable to escape the cycle of life and death. White flags were hung in the wine shop, and bursts of sad cries could be heard from inside.
Yuwen Zhouyuan stood outside his shop, staring blankly across the street. He couldn't help but think of the cheerful man who invited him to his home for dinner more than 20 years ago when he first came to this street.
I can't forget this cool guy, because he wanted to expand his winery, and he hesitated to talk about borrowing money.
Over the past twenty years, Yu Wen Zhouyuan himself could not remember how many times he had eaten at this person's house and how much wine he had drank. However, reincarnation was not something that Yu Wen Zhouyuan could change personally.
Birth, old age, illness and death are part of his destiny. Even if he uses unnatural techniques to extend the other person's life for a few years, he still cannot escape reincarnation in the end.
Not only that, but because of this heaven-defying technique, he will fall into a lower level in the six paths of reincarnation.
After all, Xiaohu's father is different from Yuan Zhengang. Yuan Zhengang is a cultivator and he goes against the will of heaven. Therefore, Yuwen Zhouyuan can extract his soul to do the six things without permission and put it into a pregnant woman. However, Xiaohu's father is
no.
Yuwen Zhouyuan stood at the door of the store and sighed. He felt that his understanding of life and death was still not enough. It seemed that starting from tomorrow, he would have to understand the key points of life and death.
After making up his mind, Yuwen Zhouyuan grabbed it with his big hand in the air, and a flower with black petals appeared in his hand. This flower was not a common thing, but one of the materials for refining the spirit elixir.
If someone among the mortals has not died for a long time and his soul has not completely dissipated, then this flower can help his soul solidify, so that he will have more soul power in the river of reincarnation, and he can strive to fall into a good family.
Yuwen Zhouyuan staggered towards the wine shop. Inside the wine shop, Xiaohu's uncles and aunts all had sad faces, and a sadness enveloped the entire wine shop.
In the mourning hall in the backyard of the winery, Xiaohu's father, Zou Zhiming, was lying quietly in the coffin. Xiaohu and his wife were kneeling next to him. Xiaohu's eyes were red, obviously he had just cried.
There was a woman standing beside her. She was Xiaohu's mother. She was also filled with sadness. She looked at the husband in the coffin with a look of despair in her eyes.
As early as more than 20 years ago, Yuwen Zhouyuan had already noticed that the relationship between this couple was very deep.
As soon as Yu Wen Zhouyuan came in, the surrounding neighbors and Xiaohu's uncle all showed respect. Because almost everyone had been saved by Yu Wen Zhouyuan's wonderful medical skills, Yu Wen Zhouyuan already had a high status in the whole street.
After Xiaohu's mother saw Yuwen Zhouyuan, she nodded lightly and made a blessing, and whispered: "The widow, Mrs. Zou, has met the eldest brother of the Yuwen family."
Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed softly and helped the woman up. Then he took the incense stick from someone else, lit it and worshiped her.
When Yu Wen Zhouyuan bowed, the sky outside suddenly became dim. However, this kind of dimness was invisible to mortals. A black air slowly emerged from Xiao Huqin's body. The black air gradually formed into a ball, and finally
Transform into Xiaohu’s father, Zou Zhiming.
At this time, Zou Zhiming's body seemed to be cold and his face was pale. His whole body seemed to be ready to dissipate at any time. He looked around blankly, and finally landed on Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Because no one around him could spot him, only Yuwen Zhouyuan's black and white eyes fell on him.
Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed secretly, and the black flower in his right hand immediately turned into powder. As it slowly dissipated, it slowly turned into specks of light in a form invisible to mortals, and fell on Zou Zhiming's soul.
Zou Zhiming immediately felt no longer cold, and looked at Lin with deep gratitude.
At this time, Zou Zhiming already knew that this neighbor who had been with him for more than 20 years was an extraordinary person. He floated in the sky and knelt down, and kowtowed a few times to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Then Zou Zhiming looked at his wife and Xiaohu reluctantly, sighed softly, and his whole body seemed to be stepping on a ladder to heaven, rising slowly, and finally disappeared in the void.
"Dad, Mom, I saw grandpa!" At this time, a childish voice came from the corner next to him.
I saw Xiaohu's son, the nine-year-old boy, staring at the sky with a look of doubt.
It's just that no one believed the child's words. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the child wrinkled his nose and stopped talking.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked around with emotion. There was no way to escape the reincarnation of heaven. He looked at the old corpse of Zou Zhiming in the coffin, and the past twenty years suddenly flashed back in front of his eyes. This man changed year by year, from a prime man in twenty years.
Over the years, he slowly grows old and eventually dies.
Yuwen Zhouyuan seemed to have found a glimmer of understanding of life and death from Fen Zhiming's death, but there seemed to be something in between, causing waves to rise in his otherwise calm heart. It seemed that he really had to seize this glimmer of light.
Enlightenment, if you feel the way of life and death well, you will probably be able to grasp the artistic conception of the passage of time after the way of life and death!
Three days later, after Yu Wen Zhouyuan went to Zou Zhiming's funeral, he found Zou Xiaohu and handed him the land deed of Chen Yuantang. Except for the portraits of the two true masters of the Qingshui Sect, Yu Wen Zhouyuan brought nothing with him.
When leaving, Yuwen Zhouyuan said to Zou Xiaohu: "All the indoor portraits are given to the young master, and this bottle of elixir is also given to him. Let him practice well according to the instructions I taught, and we will see each other in the future. This house and those gold and silver treasures
I give it to you, thank you for taking care of my uncle for so many years!"
"Uncle Yuwen, why does this mean that your Chenyuantang is too valuable, I can't have it!" Zou Xiaohu said with his face turning red in anxiety.
"Okay, I won't give it to you for nothing. How about you bring me all the best rose wine from your winery?" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"A mere piece of wine is not worth much at all. The money you gave me can buy ten thousand times the amount of wine stored in the winery!" Zou Xiaohu said.
"If I say it's worth it, it's worth it! Go ahead!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
Zou Xiaohu knew that Yuwen Zhouyuan had decided to leave, and he also knew that he was not a mortal, so he finally said: "Uncle Yuwen, I will give all the wine in the winery to my uncle, and I will brew a batch specially for him!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan thought for a while and said: "Okay, three days, I will go to the wine shop to pick up the wine in three days, these are all yours now!"
After saying that, Yu Wen Zhouyuan walked out of Chen Yuantang. As he walked, his already stooped body straightened up little by little. His white hair began to turn gray, and the wrinkles on his face became lighter. In the end, he returned to his appearance more than 20 years ago.
appearance.
Three days later, when Zou Xiaohu saw that Yu Wen Zhouyuan's appearance had become younger than his own, and looked at him in surprise, Yu Wen Zhouyuan took out the storage bag and took away tens of thousands of jars of wine in the wine shop!
"Grandpa Yuwen, how come you are younger than your father?" Xiaohu's son Xiaobao asked.
"Hahahaha, as long as you follow the method that grandpa taught you, you will do the same in the future! Xiaohu, I'm leaving!" After saying this, Yuwen Zhouyuan strode towards the wine shop.
Nobita's neighboring country, Northern Chu, has been experiencing constant natural and man-made disasters in the past ten years, and the people have been living in dire straits. In the officialdom of the imperial court, party disputes have become fiercer, with factions fighting against each other. Every year, once-wealthy and powerful officials are imprisoned, and hundreds of their families are in prison.
On the guillotine at the Meridian Gate of Northern Chu, everyone was beheaded.
One of the biggest excitements for the people in Minghuang City, the capital of the Northern Chu Kingdom, is to watch and behead people. At the beginning of every month, a large number of prisoners from all over the country are pressed into the capital of the Northern Chu Kingdom in prison cars with wooden cages, and then at the Meridian Gate
On the guillotine, someone was decapitating him with a knife. His head flew up and he was beheaded by the knife.
This has simply become a scene in Minghuang City, the capital of Northern Chu.
The guillotine at the Meridian Gate has formed a one-stop service. Every beginning of the month, there will be people selling the life stories of the people who were beheaded that month and printing official newspapers. There are also people who collect corpses, sell blood buns, and sell wine before departure.
Just do everything.
On this day, the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, there was a huge crowd here early in the morning. The one who was beheaded today was Mr. Xilaiyun, the governor of Mingcheng. This Mr. Xilaiyun was upright and unwilling to lag behind. He was an upright official, deeply loved by all the people, and was known as Qingtian.
However, because he was on the wrong team in the prince's succession, the prince he supported was deposed, and he finally ended up like this.
The prison cars were slowly pulled in. There were eighteen cars in total. The one at the front was Mr. Xi Laiyun. The cars behind him were his subordinates, who were all killed together. The last three cars were the thieves and robbers.
Mr. Xi Laiyun was in this prison car, but he was so powerful that he was not afraid of being beheaded today. Countless relatives and friends offered him farewell wine along the way. He drank all the way, which was really heroic.
Next to Xi Laiyun's prison car were his young son, wife and concubines, crying and accompanying them. The onlookers were in tears. Good people don't live long.
Arrive at the Meridian Guillotine. Although it is called the Meridian Guillotine, it is actually the Meridian Gate of the old palace a hundred years ago. Later, due to the reconstruction of the palace, this place has become a square. Because in the early years, the murders were all outside the Meridian Gate of the palace, so there is another place in the new palace.
After it was built, it was still a place for killing people. It could accommodate 20,000 to 30,000 people. Now there is a sea of people here, all watching. At the front is a group of people who have received his favor, kneeling and worshiping each other.
The eighteen people were pulled to the guillotine at the morning gate, and their identities were verified one by one. There were countless cries and cries from below. Some prisoners had piled up in a pile, and some were paralyzed with fear. Only Mr. Xi Laiyun remained so strong.