Yuwen Zhouyuan's face did not change, but in fact, the input amount of spiritual power was rapidly increased, and soon the spiritual power wrapped the yin and evil qi, and after a "poof", the yin and evil qi was taken out of the body of Xiaohu's mother by Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual power, and then he released the samadhi true fire, refining the yin and evil qi into a wisp of energy and dissipating it between heaven and earth.

As the yin and evil qi was refined, Xiaohu's mother's trembling body stabilized, and her complexion became better little by little.

"This pair of potions is fried in three bowls, divided into three times, one bowl each time, each bowl is taken half an hour apart, and it will be cured in the evening!" Yuwen Zhouyuan took out a herb from the medicine box.

"It's really good, Mr. Yuwen thank you so much! If you don't dislike it, you can eat at home, I have the rose hip wine made by my ancestors in my winery, and this wine is much better than those restaurants in the capital. Of course, the consultation fee will not be less than Mr.!" Zou Zhiming said.

After hearing this, Yuwen Jooyuan felt an indescribable emotion in his heart, which he had never had in decades, and he hesitated and nodded.

"Mr. Yuwen, Xiaohu's mother's illness is not well today, I can't cook the dishes, I asked Xiaohu to buy some braised vegetables, let's deal with it today, and when Xiaohu Niang is well, please come over and have a good meal!" Zou Zhiming said as he took out a bunch of money and threw it to Xiaohu who had just come in and asked him to buy braised vegetables.

Soon the braised vegetables were bought, and Zou Zhiming and Yuwen Zhouyuan began to push the cup and change the cup and drink, until the willow tree on the moon, the little tiger girl got up from illness, and the two of them broke up.

With a hint of wine, Yuwen Zhouyuan returned to Chenyuan Hall.

"I'm back!" Dongfang Hancui asked obediently.

"I'm back, I only know what is mortal life, what happiness is, and what is mortal pursuit when I see Brother Zou's family today!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said, he felt that the spiritual power in his body was unconsciously running again.

At the same time, as the spiritual power in his body operated on his own, Yuwen Zhouyuan's state of mind also improved little by little, although his entry was very slow, he sensed progress.

Looking at Dongfang Hancui, who was dressed as an ordinary person, Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart couldn't help but move, and he reached out and hugged Dongfang Hancui into his arms.

Dongfang Hancui hurriedly said: "Brother ......"

"......Shhhhh

As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan's words fell, he opened his mouth and kissed the cherry mouth of the oriental cold, and the doors and windows closed by themselves "bang, bang".

"Brother, this is the hall......"

"Then we'll go back to our room ....... ”

Soon, a cheerful voice came from a room in the Dust Yuan Hall that made people's blood boil and .......

The next day, Yuwen Zhouyuan woke up and found that Dongfang Hancui was still sleeping in his arms like a kitten, and it seemed that last night's fun had made her consume a lot of energy.

Yuwen Juyuan gently let go of Dongfang Hancui from his arms, covered her with a quilt, covered the beautiful body that made him want to indulge again, and after letting out a sigh, he put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

As he walked outward, he sensed it and found that his cultivation and mood had improved a lot!

Then he came to the front hall and began to read medical books, write prescriptions, and draw......

On the third day after Yuwen Zhouyuan finished treating Zou Zhiming's wife, Zou Zhiming personally came to the door to invite Yuwen Zhouyuan and his wife to come to the wine shop as guests.

Yuwen Zhouyuan and his wife were very enthusiastic, and followed Zou Zhiming to the winery.

Before I arrived at the winery, I saw a woman in a blue shirt in her thirties standing in front of the door to greet her, this person was none other than Zou Zhiming's wife, Xiaohu and his mother, and Yuwen Zhouyuan's first patient.

Although Xiaohu is not very old, her temperament is quite gentle, and it can be seen from some details that this is a happy family.

The child is well-behaved, and the husband and wife are loving.

The two sides met the ceremony, and Xiaohu and his mother once again expressed their gratitude to Yuwen Zhouyuan for his diagnosis, and soon became acquainted with Dongfang Hancui, and the two chatted happily.

Put a square table in the wine shop, there are a few home-cooked side dishes on it, even though Yuwen Zhouyuan and his wife have already opened the valley, but when they saw this long-lost meal full of the smell of warm home, the two still picked up chopsticks and ate a few bites.

Drinking the rosehip wine that Zou Zhiming was quite proud of, and eating the home-cooked meal that he had not seen for a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan's state of mind was more peaceful than the last time he drank in the winery, and the spiritual power in his body flowed rapidly at a speed that he had never had before.

This wine is indeed a good wine, and it will be remembered endlessly......

Since this day, there has been an indispensable thing in Yuwen Zhouyuan's life, and that is this rosehip brew.

Xiaohu came to Yuwen Jooyuan almost every day to watch him paint after writing the prescription, and every time he came, he would carry a pot of rosehip stuff.

In the dust hall of Yuwen Zhouyuan, there are gradually more paintings, and a large part of these paintings are all kinds of beasts.

Yuwen Zhouyuan almost drew all the beasts he had seen in the past few decades of cultivating immortals, but those high-grade spirit beasts and powerful demon beasts, no matter how Yuwen Zhouyuan painted, he was never able to draw the momentum and demeanor of that beast.

Each of these painted pictures has a huge amount of spiritual power condensed, which is felt by mortals, but if a cultivator comes here, he will be immediately shocked.

Because of the coercion of this kind of spiritual power, it is almost not weaker than some low-level magic weapons, and even in some pictures, its spiritual power is comparable to that of middle-level magic weapons.

Where is this picture, it is clearly a magic weapon!

Life is like a bowl of water, plain and bland, there is a trace of ups and downs, Yuwen Zhouyuan has a sense of spiritual cleansing for this kind of life without killing.

At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan forgot his identity as a cultivator, forgot the killing over the years, but truly integrated into the mortal world, and experienced the bitterness and sweetness of mortals.

Every morning, Yuwen Zhouyuan would get up early and open the door of the Chenyuan Hall. Then he sat quietly in the middle hall, first holding a medical book to read and understand, then writing prescriptions, and then began to paint.

Now his Chenyuantang Chinese medicine prescription is written two feet thick, and countless paintings are hung on the dense silk threads above the shop.

The neighbors around the shop gradually knew that the store had changed owners, and it had changed from a grocery store to a medical hall, especially although Lang Zhong of this medical hall was young, his medical skills were very high.

For Yuwen Zhouyuan and his wife, these neighbors have a good impression, especially with the help of Zou Zhiming and his wife, more and more people come to the hospital for medical treatment, and the small Chenyuantang gradually began to become famous in the Daxiong capital.

A year has passed in a blink of an eye, and the mysterious old man in this year has never appeared again, although Yuwen Zhouyuan said that he would think of this person from time to time, but slowly he stopped paying attention to it.

Yuwen Juyuan is now completely immersed in reading medical books, writing prescriptions, and painting.

In the various paintings of Yuwen Zhouyuan, the most are all kinds of demon beasts, those demon beasts are all cultivated below the real human period, but the demon beasts on the first painting are lifelike and vivid.

Almost most of the monsters in these paintings are unseen by mortals.

In fact, don't say it's them, even if some cultivators come here, they will definitely be rarely recognized, after all, some of these demon beasts are only found in the real human tomb, that is, in the twilight realm, and some are only in the yin ghost realm.

In the past year, Dongfang Hancui's cultivation and state of mind have improved greatly, and it has reached the time of the late stage of the impact on the true master, so after obtaining the consent of Yuwen Zhouyuan, Dongfang Hancui entered the Heavenly Book Space to retreat.

At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan held a pen in his hand and put a pen on a piece of rice paper, and soon the shape of a lizard-like demon beast was gradually outlined.

Looking at the pattern on the paper, Yuwen Zhouyuan put down the pen and picked up the silver wine jug next to him and was about to drink it, but he was dumbfounded to find that there was no wine in the jug.

At this time, Xiaohu would come to watch him paint, and every time he came, he would always have a pot of stuffed rose hips.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the little tiger, who had already grown taller, to push open the door of Chenyuan Hall and walk in.

Xiaohu, that teenager. At this time, he said that he was only twelve years old, but he was very tall, and his body was much stronger than a year ago.

After entering the Chenyuan Hall, he said, "Uncle Yuwen, hasn't your aunt come back yet?" ”

"Your aunt is far away from the place where she will go this time, and it will take ten or eight months at the earliest, and I can't eat at your house all the time, don't worry, uncle can cook, and I can't be hungry uncle!" Yuwen Zhouyuan touched Xiaohu's head and said.

"Isn't it just a matter of adding an extra pair of chopsticks. Uncle gives you wine!" Xiaohu said indifferently.

"Wow, I just ran out of drinks, you little guy is really a charcoal in the snow!Thank you, Xiaohu!" Yuwen Zhouyuan took the wine jug and said.

Xiaohu came to Yuwen Zhouyuan and sat down and said: "Uncle Yuwen, don't thank me, as soon as you say thank you, you will talk about your feelings! If I do, I'm going to learn how to draw from my uncle. As he spoke, his little eyes narrowed, staring directly at the unfinished painting on Yuwen Zhouyuan's table.

Yuwen Zhouyuan laughed, took a big sip of the wine jug, this rose hip brew, the taste is sweet with a hint of spicy, after drinking it, a trace of heat rises in the abdomen, this year, it has become Yuwen Zhouyuan's daily necessities.

"Uncle Yuwen, what kind of animal are you painting now, I think it looks like a lizard. Xiaohu looked at the pattern on the paper and said confusedly.

Yuwen Zhouyuan touched Xiaohu's head and said with a smile: "It's not a lizard, but a creature called Mengjiao, although it looks similar to a lizard, but in fact, it can soar through the clouds and mist, and it will release a gas that confuses people's hearts, and it is infinitely powerful." ”

Xiaohu nodded as if he didn't understand, he had seen countless various animals here in Yuwen Zhouyuan this year, each of which he had never seen before.

Yuwen Zhouyuan took the pen and drew it on the rice paper, this lizard-like creature was actually a relatively rare medium-grade spirit beast in the twilight realm, and the idle monks who were angry couldn't resist at all.

However, for Yuwen Zhouyuan, this kind of spirit beast has been slaughtered a lot, and its inner pill has been refined into a lot of pills, which he swallowed to practice and heal, so that at this time, the painting of Mengjiao Beast is completely formed in his heart, and there is no pause in his strokes.

Half an hour later, Yuwen Zhouyuan lightly tapped the tip of his pen in the eyes of the beast in the painting, and suddenly the Mengjiao on the painting seemed to be alive, emitting bursts of fierce flames.