Ling tripod

Yilou.

The ninety-ninth floor!

In the middle of the ninety-ninth floor, there is a circular formation. There are ancient formations on this formation. These formations carry the breath of time. Anyone with a discerning eye will definitely see that this is a An ancient artifact.

Above this formation, there is a jade bottle floating.

This jade bottle is only three inches high. It is engraved with ancient patterns and exudes a crystal luster.

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

At this moment, the jade slip on the stone pillar in the south began to tremble.

"Word!"

A majestic voice came from the jade bottle.

The sound was strange. It was impossible to distinguish between male and female, nor old or young.

At this moment, the voice of the Yi Lou envoy from before came out from the jade slip: "Sir, the ghost Ling not only refused to accept the invitation, but also despised my Yi Lou, killed the general of Nanwang City on the spot, and seriously injured me. This person, You don’t care about me at all, and you don’t take your host seriously, sir..."

"I see!"

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

"Sir, this person..."

"I said, I understand!"

A majestic voice immediately came from the jade bottle.

"Lord, please spare my life, my subordinates are also thinking about Yi Lou, sir..."

"roll!"

After this word was heard in the jade bottle, the light on the jade slip on the stone pillar dimmed immediately.

At this moment, an illusory figure in the jade bottle loomed, and a voice came from it:

"Interesting little guy, knowing that the artistic conception of the Great Dao is difficult to understand, he fuses the artistic conceptions of the three minor ways to understand. The fusion of artistic conceptions, and the first practice of artistic conception, is the pinnacle of peeking into the meaning. It is interesting, it is really interesting..."

…

Chu Yan opened an artistic conception lecture hall.

He only lectures once a day, and all qualified young people in Dahe Village and dozens of surrounding villages come to listen.

In this way, the day goes on.

Chu Yan has long become the most enlightened person among all the surrounding villages.

Rumors about his understanding of the artistic conception in one move, reaching the peak of Peeping Intention, suppressing the messenger of Yi Tower, defeating Nan Tianren, the lord of Nanwang City, in three moves were immediately spread. The name of the ghost soon spread throughout the Fallen Immortal Island.

There are also many artistic conception cultivators who come to visit, among which the main city has the most visitors.

Every city lord in the ten major cities has reached the realm of knowing, and there will be several elders who have just entered the realm of knowing around them. Naturally, they don't want to let go of a talented person like Chu Yan.

But Chu Yan was naturally not interested in this matter. Many of the main city masters were masters of Mingyi, but because of the regulations of Yilou, they could not force others to join, so the matter could only be abandoned.

Next, more and more acquaintances visited Chu Yan.

Bai Shuimiao came first.

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

Bai Shuimiao spent his whole life after the age of eight in hatred and entanglement. He had no relatives or friends. The only person who cared about him was Qiu Ba.

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

Except Chu Yan!

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

As for Bai Shuimiao, Chu Yan has no dislike for him. In his opinion, Bai Shuimiao did nothing wrong. All of this was an arrangement of fate. It was natural that he could open up his heart now.

Bai Shuimiao is already a cultivator of clear meaning, and in terms of understanding of artistic conception, he is even better than Chu Yan.

When the two were discussing their opinions, they raised many points about Chu Yan.

On this day, the two of them were drinking in the yard. They had been drinking since the evening, and it was already late at night.

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

"Come from sorrow!"

"Come 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. There is bitterness in the artistic conception of your water. I didn't understand it at first, but after you transformed in front of Brother Qiu's grave that day, I knew that your water was bitter. The artistic conception of water is actually the artistic conception of tears.”

"Alas... I didn't realize it clearly at first. When I realized it, I reached the state of understanding and realized that my water comes from tears!"

"No matter what, it's all destiny!"

"Those who know me are Brother Ghost..."

…

That night, both of them were very drunk. With their current cultivation, they shouldn't be drunk, but they both wanted to be.

Next, Bing Xiaorou came.

After Bing Xiaorou broke through the artistic conception, her whole person became more and more cold and charming, and her cute temperament could only come out in Chu Yan's place.

She is now very relieved about her senior brother.

"Brother, come with me to the main city! You have understood the artistic conception. You have reached your limit in this small village. It's 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.

Man Mitsubishi also came, and he also broke through the artistic conception. His whole person was very different from his previous state.

Next, Long Xiaoyou came. After breaking through the artistic conception, he once again looked like a seven or eight-year-old girl.

This time, she and Chu Yan played chess again.

"Brother Gui, you have surpassed your artistic conception. Why haven't you returned to your youthful appearance? You are too old. I should call you Grandpa Gui!"

Long Xiaoyou looked at Chu Yan, who had white hair and a long beard, and said.

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

Chu Yan just said this.

Long Xiaoyou seemed to understand.

"Little girl, you lose!"

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

"Hey, why did you lose again? I obviously practiced hard at chess!"

Long Xiaoyou pouted, then looked at Chu Yan and said: "Brother Gui, you are so bad. You spent a day and a night to defeat me last time. Why did it take half an hour this time?"

Beside Long Xiaoyou, Yin Fan and the other three have also reached the state of voyeurism, regained their youthful appearance, and looked at Chu Yan in confusion.

"Back then, you needed me for a day and a night, but now, you don't need it anymore!"

Chu Yan smiled lightly and turned around.

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

The third one came, Master Immortal Hand.

Master Xian Shou 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 ambitions. He could inspire his artistic conception to achieve breakthroughs back then, so how could he not be able to achieve breakthroughs on his own?

And now, Master Xian Shou can't see the aura on Chu Yan's body more and more clearly.

"Fellow Ghost Daoist, when will you enter the city?"

"Ten years from now!"

…

The last person to come was the old man surnamed He. He looked at Chu Yan and felt more and more that his choice was the right one.

Time goes by like this.

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

Today, Chu Yan has spent seventy-six years in 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 wine and flew high into the sky. Looking at the Dahe Village that had allowed him to survive for a hundred years, Chu Yan couldn't help but sigh.

When I first came to Dahe Village, most of the people I met have now passed this life.

Qiu Ba, Chen Shi, Qiu Ruo...

Figures appeared in front of Chu Yan.

A mortal's life is so short.

Qiu Ba had a hard life, Chen Shi had a happy life, Qiu Ruo had a happy life, but suffered in his later years...

It would be regretful for a cultivator to leave in his lifetime, let alone a mortal.

No one's life is perfect. A life with regrets may be the real life.

At this moment, Chu Yan, deep between heaven and earth, suddenly felt very lonely.

In this Dahe Village, Chu Yan felt a sense of loneliness, and felt that he should not belong here, and should not belong to the unbroken years.

He finally chose to leave.

In front of Qiu Ba's tomb.

"Brother Qiu, my life in Dahe Village is over. I promised something for a hundred years, but it won't change. Just don't live it!"

Chu Yan spoke softly, clasped his fists at Qiu Ba, 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 do you need me to do?"

Bai Shuimiao spoke softly to Chu Yan.

The two of them have already become friends who talk about everything, and there is 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, but finally he said: "Ping An City!"

"Peace City, a good name, this is it!"

Chu Yan smiled lightly, turned around and left.

"Brother Ghost, with your cultivation..."

"You know my character!"

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

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

Finally, he transformed into a young man in white clothes, aged 23 or 24.

Although his face is the same as when he entered the Fallen Immortal Island, his temperament has changed drastically now.

There is a family in Dahe Village.

At this moment, an old man was sitting in the yard, surrounded by seven or eight children. The old man said: "Come, let's continue telling the story of the Purple Emperor. This was told to me by my uncle himself!"

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

"Huzi, I have left. There is no need to look for me. If anything happens in the next twenty-four years, please open the jar of wine I left at your home!"

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