Time has passed, half a month has passed, and the scene of the imperial city half a month ago is still talked about like a myth, Ye Xin is lying on a bed, and the clay pot and clay pot are connected to the leaky tile.

"...... sonor"

The sound of metal hitting wood slowly came into my ears, and each time I struck, there was always a long time between them, and I was very tired.

Ye Xin opened his eyes that had not been opened for more than ten days with difficulty, the long-lost light seemed so dazzling, and after a long time, Ye Xin slowly adapted, and his body wrapped in bandages did not move for half a month, as if he no longer belonged to himself, and he held on a few times weakly, Ye Xin finally gave up, and looked at the leaky roof sluggishly, and the water droplets condensed drop by drop, until he could not bear his own weight, and fell into the clay pot with a "tick...... The maggots scattered in his body were scattered like maggots attached to the bones, and they were wrapped in purple qi, but there was still breath overflowing, and the feeling of pain was so painful that Ye Xin was numb.

The old man surnamed Wu wiped the sweat on his forehead with an old towel on his shoulder, and skillfully assembled a delicate table and stool with patterns, although his hands trembled a little, the quality of the table and stool with decades of experience is also considered to be superior, and the decoration on it is also carefully carved by the old man surnamed Wu, which looks simple and natural, and the flowers, birds, insects and beasts are lifelike. It's hard to imagine it coming from an old man who has been half-cut into the ground.

Occasionally, I received business, and I was barely able to make ends meet, but I also had to live in poverty. The silver half a month ago was supposed to be saved for a few years to hire craftsmen to repair the house, but in order to save Ye Xin, who had not woken up from the bed, he was robbed by the vicious woman. As a result, now there are only clay pots and pots to catch the rain to prevent this small house from being drenched, but the rain in the past few days still makes the house wet and messy.

It took a morning of hard work to finally finish the tables and chairs that had been in place for a few days, and the old man habitually came to the room more than ten meters square to see Ye Xin, who had been lying on the bed.

Ye Xin also turned his head and looked at the old man in front of the door with a somewhat dull gaze.

"You're awake!" The old man surnamed Wu walked quickly to the bed with joy.

Ye Xin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say half a word after a while, as if he had been unconscious for too long.

"The doctor said that you are so seriously injured, it is already a miracle that you can survive, and you can rest quickly!!" The old man looked at Ye Xin, poured out a bowl of black liquid from the medicine jar on the table, trembled, carefully brought it to the bed, helped Ye Xin up, and carefully fed the decoction into Ye Xin's mouth with a wooden medicine spoon. This ordinary herb has been prepared by the doctor, although it is not as good as the ancient medicine that Ye Xin obtained in the wilderness, the recovery effect on the body is also excellent for Ye Xin, who is no different from a waste person now.

After a long time, the old man finished everything and simply cleaned up the things on the table, but because of his body, his movements were very slow and gentle.

"You rest for a while, the old man goes and sells the table and stool to get some medicine," the old man surnamed Wu said to Ye Xin on the bed. In the past half a month, the old man who had been living a quiet life, because of physical reasons, others came to the door, and he could do a little if he could, and he would lie on the chair and drink tea when he didn't work. Because of Ye Xin, he had to do carpenter work every day, walking on the streets for a long time to sell tables and chairs for some medicine money.

I watched the old man carry a few good tables and stools tied with ropes, walk out of the courtyard step by step with a cane, and walk towards the street with stumbling steps.

Ben lives in the most marginal area of the imperial city, the old man needs to walk a long way to get to the more prosperous area of the imperial city, it is good to be able to sell two on the way, if not, every step is very difficult, the old man with a dark disease is not in good health, and he will walk like this every day for more than half a month to sell the table and stool, and then replace it with some medicine.

Ye Xin watched the old man go away, his dull gaze looked around the dilapidated room, and the scenes that came out of the tribe came to his mind, from the altar to the small beast, and then to the Xiaopeng bird...... Ran Chao in the back, when he thought of Chu Yu, Ye Xin's eyes returned to a ray of essence, his numb body, his palms were slightly bent, pinched into a fist, and his chest was slightly undulating.

The throat, which had not made a sound for a long time, rolled a few times, and said intermittently: "Chu ...... National ......!!!"

It wasn't until dusk that the old man pushed open the creaking door and returned home, carrying a few packets of medicine bought from the pharmacy in his hands. Dragged his tired body and sat down, poured a bowl of tea and drank it, coughed a few times as if he was choking.

"Wait for me to make a bowl of porridge" The old man brought the medicine to the kitchen, boiling the medicine while cooking the porridge. I just ate a piece of pancake that I bought randomly during the day with white water.

After feeding Ye Xin the porridge and medicine, it was late at night, because there was only one bed, the old man simply erected a bed frame with wooden planks, with some dry grass and broken cotton wool, and he could barely sleep.

Half a year has passed like this, and Ye Xin, who has become silent, is still weak, but he can barely walk on the ground.

In the past six months, the old man surnamed Wu has been in deterioration, and it is already very difficult to make a table and chair every day.

The country of Chu ushered in the first snow of the year. As a mortal, the old man surnamed Wu is not as old as a monk who has been hundreds of years old at every turn, and he can live to be eighty years old, snuggled up to the fire, coughing and smiling while guiding Ye Xin's carpentry work.

A few days ago, Ye Xin was helping the old man surnamed Wu to do some simple carpentry work, because he had learned a little bit when he was in the tribe, although there were some differences in these tools, he was quite handy, and the old man Wu was also very satisfied with Ye Xin's understanding.

However, this carved pattern Ye Xin still lacks heat, and it must be personally taken into battle by Old Man Wu.

With the sawdust flying, flowers, insects, birds, beasts and fish jump on the wood, lifelike, a pair of old hands are wrinkled, but when holding the wood is so dexterous, a pair of vicissitudes of life, has been slightly cloudy eyes, only when holding the wood will be bright again.

"Grandpa Wu, I'm out," said Ye Xin, who looked sickly, carrying a few benches to cast for the old man he had instructed a few days ago.

"Well, come back early!" the old man smiled, two days later is the most important festival of the people in the year, according to legend, two days later is the day when Emperor Xuanyuan killed the Great Demon, people in order to celebrate the hard survival and gratitude to Emperor Xuanyuan, cherish this rare desolation, at the end of each year will be a family reunion, reunion. This custom has been practiced for tens of thousands of years.

"Knock! knock......"

Ye Xin knocked on the door of the house, although it was not the kind of rich and expensive, but it was still quite rich, and at the end of the year, he built a few tables and stools to add to the festive atmosphere.

The woman of the family opened the door with a baby on her back.

"This is what Grandpa Wu asked me to bring to you," Ye Xin put down the table and stool in his hand.

The woman looked at the stool, evidently satisfied, and said, "You see that my head of the house has gone out......

It was obviously very inconvenient for the woman to take care of the infant baby, so she had to ask Ye Xin to help carry the stool into the house.

"Well, good" Because of the cold weather, Ye Xin, who had been abolished in cultivation, did not have spiritual power to protect his body like before, and his sickly face exhaled a white breath, and helped the woman carry the stool to the house.

The woman took out the salary and a few feet of cotton cloth from the inner room and handed them to Ye Xin, saying, "You can take this salary well, and you can take back a few feet of cotton cloth to make a dress for you and the old man."

Seeing the clothes of Old Man Wu and Ye Xin many times, the women really couldn't bear it, so they took advantage of the festival at the end of the year to discuss with the head of the family to give Old Man Wu a few feet of cotton cloth.

Ye Xin didn't care, he was wearing Old Man Wu's clothes on this cold day, although there were countless puddings on them, they were still quite warm.

"Thank you," Ye Xin was a little stunned, took the cotton cloth and wages, walked out of the house, and walked onto the street.

"Look, isn't this the little beggar that Old Man Wu saved half a year ago?"

"I didn't expect it to be a little beautiful!"

On the side, there were two women in their prime, and they discussed.

......

Ye Xin didn't care, walked through the cold and windy street, and walked into a tailor shop.

A slightly plump middle-aged woman who is both a boss and a tailor walks out.

"Can you help me make a dress out of cotton?" Ye Xin exhaled a white breath and spoke calmly.

After taking the few feet of cotton cloth and seeing Ye Xin's dress, the plump middle-aged woman frowned slightly and said, "Yes!"

"Just follow the size of the one on my body, and sell the rest," Ye Xin said, obviously wanting to make one for Old Man Wu, and he made do with it.

Ye Xin just stood in the shop and waited, ignoring the biting cold, he had been tortured by devouring the gods for a long time, and he almost didn't know what the pain was like.

"Okay!" the plump woman looked disgusted, and without a good face, she handed the padded jacket bag to Ye Xin, who was still dressed in tatters.

However, Ye Xin didn't care, the cotton clothes made and the remaining cotton cloth sold were left with some money in addition to the wages for the tailor, Ye Xin bought some meat and a pot of soju, plus the festival items ordered by the old man Wu and walked home.

After a brief explanation, Ye Xin continued to tinker with carpentry not far from the stove.

The rusty sword next to the sawdust faced the firelight, and the mottled rusty sword body was simple and unpretentious. The strange thing is that two months ago, he appeared strangely in the courtyard of the old man Wu, and the moment he held the rusty sword, Ye Xin recognized the rusty sword that had changed greatly, although Ye Xin, who had always felt that the rusty sword was extraordinary, was surprised, but with helplessness, he had become a wasted person, and it was very difficult for him to even dance the sword.

The old man looked at it, but he didn't say anything, everyone has their own story.

Ye Xin, who had already exchanged for Old Man Wu, sat on the wooden board, carefully feeling the aura of heaven and earth, and did not exit that state until a long time, and sighed: "Is my road really broken?"

Ye Xin asked himself, unwillingly.

"And the !! of the Leaping Dragon Realm"

As if he had strengthened a certain belief, a suicidal technique and perception that could be called the Emperor's Sutra jumped into his mind.

Although it is still a practice that only has the open source realm, that perception is shocking the past and the present......