Step into the deep mountains and forests, pass through the layers of mountains, and finally come to a quiet valley.1.**
Looking out from afar, several acres of medicinal fields have been reclaimed in the valley.
Various strange flowers and plants grow in it, emitting bursts of refreshing medicinal fragrance.
Next to the medicinal field is a stream hanging from a high place, which is only about the width of the curtain.
Like a piece of silk sliding down, gathering in the small pond below.
There were a few smart deer drinking water by the stream. When they saw Han Ming coming, they could only stare at him curiously and widen their eyes.
I wasn't afraid, so I continued to bow my head and drink water.
A few snow-white wild birds returned to their nests in the sky, and sometimes there were a few chirping sounds.
Next to the medicine field is a small thatched hut.
Outside the thatched cottage, there was a rocking chair made of rattan. An old man, who was still young, closed his eyes and swayed back and forth in the rocking chair.
"Here you come."
Han Ming nodded: "Here you come."
The old man raised his lips and stopped talking.
Han Ming walked forward for a while, came to the medicine field and the thatched hut, and stood quietly.
Here, Han Ming felt an unprecedented peace and tranquility in his body and mind.
Soon, the iron pot on the small stove next to the thatched hut behind me was emitted with white heat.
"The rice is ready, go get the dishes and chopsticks."
The old man seemed to be talking to his descendants without any disdain.
Han Ming was stunned for a moment, then smiled and entered the room.
Carry out a small square table, hold the iron pot and place it next to the table.
He entered the house again, took out two wooden stools and placed them next to the table.
After packing up the dishes and serving rice, I was busy for a while, and the table was already steaming.
"Okay." Han Ming said.
The old man slowly opened his eyes and came to the table to sit down.
"eat."
Han Ming nodded and sat down to have a meal with the old man.
The rice was extremely simple, without any trace of meat.
Generally speaking, it should be a refreshing side dish made of a variety of medicinal herbs.
Han Ming's food was delicious.
The two sat opposite each other, and no one spoke, just buried their heads in their meals.
After dinner, the old man returned to the rocking chair and closed his eyes to rest.
Han Ming consciously packed everything up, then walked out of the hut, stood beside the old man and waited quietly.
The old man opened his eyes and glanced at Han Ming with a slanted look.
"It's not badly injured, staying here will be good for you."
Han Ming was stunned and immediately understood.
The old man just glanced at him and didn't even say a few more words.
Immediately judge the trauma caused by the gap between your body and your strength.
The so-called chief pharmacist of the Holy Church is indeed well-deserved.
Han Ming opened his mouth and said, "I didn't come for myself."
The old man chuckled: "I know. You just heard what I played.
I've already made me understand you.
You are definitely not someone who seeks medical treatment for your own body.
I came from the Holy City from all the way, probably for others."
Han Ming thought to himself and said that this old man was the strongest pharmacist in heaven.
Lord Xingyu once said that there are very few things that can make this old man value.
Power and money were regarded as dirt by him.
But I have a pair of transformation potion formula left by the old ghost of Chalad in my hand.
As a pharmacist, you will definitely be interested in this formula.
If I take it out, he will definitely refuse and will definitely snatch it to watch.
Thinking of this, I took out the prescription 1.
At this time, Han Ming did not hesitate. The old man was the last hope of transforming the potion formula.
No matter whether the old man is righteous or evil, Han Ming can only take all his bets.
If he is right, it's best.
If he is evil, for the sake of the people of the world and for countless demon soldiers who are trapped in suffering.
I, Han Ming, also want to make him turn aside!
"Mr. Dibalon, I have a recipe for medicine here, which I get from an old friend."
As he said that, he presented the recipe.
However, the old man didn't even look at it, and leisurely enjoyed the tranquility and peace of this paradise.
Han Ming gritted his teeth and said, "This recipe is not easy to come by and it is of great importance.
I hope Mr. Dibalon can see it. I think you will not be disappointed."
The old man smiled slightly, but didn't look straight: "What is the most difficult disease to cure at this time?"
Han Ming actually already has his own answer in his heart. Maybe the old man will recognize it or deny it.
But there was no answer.
Because he could see that the old man seemed not asking himself, but talking to himself.
Sure enough, the old man continued, "Death.
Death is the most difficult disease in the world.
Can your recipe bring the dead back to life?”
Han Ming shook his head 1.
The old man smiled and said, "Then you don't have to show it to me. If you want to stay here, stay there, which will be good for your physical recovery.
If you want to say something about the recipe, I'll give it to you soon."
Han Ming shook his head and did not give up: "Mr. Dibalon, I still want to ask you to take a look."
The old man shook his head: "If you are so stubborn, I will not keep you anymore. Let's go.
My old man has been away from the world for hundreds of years, and everything outside has nothing to do with me."
Han Ming's eyes were firm and he took a step forward: "This world is suffering."
The old man said, "What about that? I have been born and will never be a slave in this world again."
Han Ming felt angry when he saw that the old man was so stubborn.
Stern and powerful: "Shu Junior said bluntly that if there is no one in this world, if there is no one in everyone, if there is no one in everyone.
Everyone is a slave. No one can transcend it."
The old man laughed and said, "No matter how reasonable you are, you can't impress me."
Han Ming knew that this time it was in vain, and nothing else would be in vain.
It seems that the transformation potion cannot be settled from Dybalon.
It may be that the time is not right now. There is not much time to leave the Holy City in a hurry.
It will not be too late to do it again when you finish what you have at hand.
"What is that musical instrument?" Han Ming asked.
The old man smiled and replied: "The Star Flying Piano, I created it myself, 1."
Han Ming asked again: "Is that star-falling piano an invisible thing? Why can't I see it?"
The old man smiled, his index finger jumping in the air.
The star-like silk screen immediately appeared in the sky, playing a small piece of wonderful music.
The old man smiled and said, "The piano is invisible, but the music is tangible.
You can't see it, but you can hear it.
Music is beautiful, and sometimes it doesn’t have to be presented with tangible things.
The music I played was not heard or seen.
You are the first person to hear and see in many years.
That's why I let you in.
Actually, I never played anything at all.
All you hear is just what you are in your heart.”
After saying that, the old man took back his hands, and the star-falling piano in the air disappeared.
The top of the head was empty and there was nothing.
Han Ming thought to himself, this was really strange.
A pharmacist actually has such profound attainments in music.
Perhaps the deepest music in the world is as Dybalon said.
It is invisible, some people can hear it, while others cannot hear it at all.
What you can hear can reach people's hearts and souls 1.
If you can't hear it, it's useless even if you work hard.
What a star-falling piano, what a invisible piano.
A magical inspiration suddenly appeared in Han Ming's heart at this moment.
It seems like I want to catch it, but I can't catch it, but I always linger in my mind.
A feeling of vagueness made him feel itchy.
I don’t know why, but maybe it was some kind of pursuit that made Han Ming ask the following sentence.
"Everything in this world is composed of ancient characters.
But I have something unknown, so how did that favor come about?"
After Han Ming asked, he also found it strange that he asked a pharmacist such a question.
As a result, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Han Ming.
After a long time, the old man suddenly laughed heartily.
"You guys are a bit interesting. Something interesting! Haha!
Since you come to ask me this question, I will dare to preach to you.
Ancient words represent all things in the world.
The music represents the emotions of sentient beings.
From the music, you can experience joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, worry, fear, and shock.
If I were to speak out, everyone would be a small symbol.
This symbol can be ancient characters, and ancient characters can actually represent a certain syllable 1.
So in my eyes, this world is a music score.
Ancient characters are notes, and music is the expression of the music score.
I don’t understand the ancient texts, and I haven’t seen much.
But I know that rhythm can bring different emotions and different moods.
These things, at least ancient texts cannot be expressed.
The Tree of Life brings all the people to this world.
The music of the world brings them souls and emotions.
If you are angry, you will make a sound, and if you are happy, you will make a sound.
When all kinds of voices are entangled together, it is a change in the state of mind.”
After hearing this, Han Ming was struck by lightning.
Isn’t this the case that I pursued hard?
If you use ancient text to describe a magic skill on the scroll.
So what exactly can be used as a pull so that everyone can inject their emotions into the scroll.
This will perfect a magic scroll and immediately trigger its effect.
In this way, doesn't this rhythm just play this role?
For a moment, Han Ming was extremely excited.
The answer I was looking for was finally found!!
Han Ming thought for a while and said, "Dare to ask Mr. Dibalon to teach me about music.1."
The old man laughed and said, "I said, you will not be left here again.
Let's go, strangers are not welcome here.
My old man is used to living alone and doesn’t like being bothered.”
Han Ming gritted his teeth and asked again: "Then how can you keep me?"
The old man smiled faintly: "I just asked you a question: What kind of diseases are the most difficult to treat in this world?
If you can give me an answer that will satisfy me, I will keep you."
Han Ming smiled.
“It’s not difficult either.
Death is actually not the most difficult disease to cure.
The most difficult disease in the world is the human heart.
Greedy brings trauma to the world and suffering to people.
Anger makes people lose their minds and lose their hearts.
What's so scary about death?
What’s scary is that life is worse than death.
If you can heal death, you will be just a pharmacist at most.
How should you heal if your life is worse than death?
So I say that the most difficult condition to cure is not death.