Time flies, and in an instant, Chu Ye stayed in the pharmacy for another ten years, ten years is enough to change too many things, in the capital, his identity and status, in these ten years, everyone knows.

There is a miracle doctor in the capital, just with a pill can save the dead and help the wounded, the flesh and bones of the living dead, no matter what the pain, can be treated, and it is rumored to be a good story in the capital.

In the past ten years, Chu Ye's reputation is well known, the old man who sealed the demon has come to Chu Ye several times in the past ten years, and then disappeared, as for that Xiang Yu, he fell into forgetfulness again, forgetting that there is still Chu Ye in the city, and the only thing he knows is that there is a medicine fairy in the city.

He doesn't care whether he is a medicine immortal or not, he is still silent in his own brewing every day, intoxicated in his own life world, Chu Ye has also forgotten Xiang Yu in the past ten years, completely immersed in secular life, and regarded himself as a mortal.

In the winter of this year, the snow fell a little early, and the coal was lit at the door, and he hobbled a stool to sit next to him, looking at the father of the little tiger in the shop opposite.

Xiaohu's father is now gray-haired, his vision is blurred, he can't see things clearly, and even walking, it is extremely difficult, and what he likes to do every day is to sit at the door with his wife, baking the fire in a daze.

Chu Ye looked at them, above their heads, it was already full of gray gas, dead air, their longevity had been exhausted, and it wouldn't be long before they would die.

His guess was not wrong, three months passed, Wang Shu and his wife, in the cold night, left Xiaohu, his daughter-in-law and little grandson, and died.

In the early morning of this day, the entire street was filled with a sad atmosphere, and Chu Ye got up tremblingly. Pushed open the door and went to Xiaohu's house and entered the house.

"Uncle Chu, you are here! My father and mother are ......" Xiaohu's face was full of tears.

"My medical skills can't save them......" Chu Ye sighed lightly, how could he not know what Xiaohu was thinking in his heart. It's just that although he has the intention to intervene, he can't do anything, Xiaohu's parents, Chu Ye has been living for them for several years, and now it has reached its limit.

Chu Ye, with the support of Xiaohu, walked to the side of the coffin, saw the two people lying in it, and remembered the bold man back then. The scene of carrying a hundred medicinal wines to find him.

In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed, and mortal life is fragile, and after all, they still have to die of old age and step into reincarnation.

This funeral, Chu Ye personally carried out, with the support of Xiaohu and his wife, until the end. He slowly left.

A night passed, and Chu Ye had a deep understanding. Early in the morning, after he got up, he saw Xiaohu come to the house with his wife and children and put the prepared meal on the table.

"Uncle Chu...... You have taken good care of us for so many years, and now my father and mother are gone. From today on, you are my dad......"

Chu Ye looked at the three of them, didn't speak, just smiled and walked to the table. Slowly sat down, molded it from his pocket for a moment, took out a small golden pill, and put it in the hands of Xiaohu's child.

The child was still young, that is, six or seven years old, took the pill, smelled the fragrance of the pill, and immediately laughed happily.

He didn't understand why the adults were so sad yesterday, he didn't know what life and death were, he only knew that he had a jelly bean to eat, which was given by the old man in front of him.

"Thank you, grandpa!" The milky voice came out, and Chu Ye couldn't help but smile slightly and touched the child's head.

A meal, eating was very warm, and the two of them kept serving Chu Ye vegetables, which made Chu Ye have an unprecedented feeling, this feeling he had never had, but it felt very warm.

Since then, Xiaohu and the others have regarded Chu Ye as their own family, and they have been serving three meals a day.

Later, Xiaohu expanded his family's winery, rented a new shop, and began to recruit apprentices, while he put down all the work in his hand and accompanied Chu Ye every day.

Xiaohu's son, after eating the pill given by Chu Ye, likes this old man even more, and he will run to Chu Ye every day and happily call the old man hello, Chu Ye also smiles silently every time his head, and occasionally gives the same golden pill.

Such days lasted for five years, and after five years, Xiaohu also became a middle-aged man of about forty, and his hair also had white threads, but he still stayed by Chu Ye's side every day and never gave up.

Chu Ye's face was even older, wrinkled all over, and he was already struggling, on this day, he went out, walked out of the street, and came to the official road, standing at the intersection, watching people come and go, quite emotional.

But at this moment, the originally clear sky, but suddenly gloomy, in an instant, lightning and thunder, the wind galloped, within the dark clouds, there were several figures, those figures flashed by, but left the dark clouds as black as ink, and then, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky.

Chu Ye frowned, staring at the sky, those monks who flew before were all Yin Yueguo monks, and they were in a hurry, as if they were in a hurry.

After looking at it for a long time, Chu Ye sighed lightly and muttered, "My state of mind has reached a breakthrough point, don't destroy my state of mind because of these things!"

In the midst of muttering, Chu Ye was about to go back, but at this moment, a person suddenly ran in front of him, and that person ran extremely fast, approaching Chu Ye in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the weather was dim and the rain was pouring down, the person should not have noticed Chu Ye, and he hit Chu Ye directly, causing Chu Ye to be knocked to the ground and let out a painful snort.

The man suddenly understood that he had bumped into someone, and hurriedly turned around, saw Chu Ye, and said in a panic: "This donor, you have nothing to do, right? I didn't mean to!"

The rain was falling, Chu Ye raised his head, and the moment he saw the person in front of him, he suddenly showed a strange look, the person in front of him turned out to be a monk, with bright eyes and a bright head corresponding, in this dim rainy weather, countless raindrops fell on his head.

He seemed to feel that something was wrong, and took out an umbrella from the storage bag on his waist and stretched it out, but the umbrella was too small to take care of one person, so he did not hesitate to hit the umbrella on Chu Ye's head, and he was in the rain.

"Old man, are you okay? It's raining too much, I'll send you back, right?" said the monk holding an umbrella in one hand and putting it together in front of him.

Chu Ye looked at the monk, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, he nodded lightly, and said hoarsely: "My house is in the street not far away, and the last one is ......."

The monk nodded, handed the umbrella to Chu Ye, and said with a smile: "Old man, you hold the umbrella, and I can carry you on my back!"

After speaking, he bent down, helped Chu Ye up, put it on his back, and rushed towards the street with him on his back.

Back at home, the monk ignored the dampness, carried Chu Ye to the inner room, put it next to the bed, and said, "Old man, you should change your clothes quickly, otherwise you will be infected with wind and cold!"

Chu Ye nodded, slowly took off his clothes, and after changing into dry clothes, he looked at the monk and said, "Thank you, you should quickly change your clothes!"

When the monk heard this, he smiled slightly, and said: "The little monk doesn't need to change, the clothes are wet and not wet, they are all clothes, wearing wet clothes and dry clothes, there is no difference!"

"Then what about you infected with the wind cold?" Chu Ye asked with a strange look in his eyes.

"Old man, I am a cultivator, I won't get sick, but you, be careful of your body!" The monk smiled slightly, and said very frankly that he was a cultivator.

This scene made Chu Ye's mind tremble, and a trace of enlightenment took root in his heart. (To be continued.) )