Soon, Yuwen Zhouyuan bought a small shop in a relatively remote place in the west of the city at the price of eight taels of gold, and after tidying up, he lived in it with Dongfang Hancui.

If you want to impact the true monarch, you must first become a mortal, understand life, and comprehend the way of heaven. This is what Yuwen Jooyuan thought of.

The so-called small hidden in the wild, big hidden in the city. At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan hid in the prosperous mortal Kyoto of Nobita, quietly feeling its heavenly way, feeling reincarnation, and making comprehensive preparations in order to break through the true master stage and enter the true monarch.

The shop under Yuwen Juyuan is not on the main street, but relatively remote, and it is difficult to see if you look for it.

But Yuwen Juyuan didn't mind, after a night of meditation, the green mist outside his body condensed a little again, and at this time he had already thought about what kind of identity he would live here next.

In the early morning, Yuwen Zhouyuan found out the pen and ink, took off the horizontal plaque on the store, and then turned it over and wrote the three big characters "Chenyuantang".

Then he went to the market early to buy some herbs, and asked the carpenter to make a medicine cupboard, and then, like a mortal, he tidied up the shop and began his life in the world.

Dongfang Hancui sorted the herbs under the arrangement of Yuwen Zhouyuan, and he took out the medical book left to him by the deadly doctor Tuo.

Looking at these medical books, memories from decades ago gradually came to mind.

Although the time spent with Master Death-Killing Doctor was not long, Yuwen Juyuan was able to fully feel the deep love that Master Death-Killing Doctor had for him.

When looking through the medical books, seeing the handwriting of the deadly doctor, Yuwen Juyuan seemed to have returned to the years when he was recuperating in the basement of the ruined temple decades ago.

Gradually, as Yuwen Juyuan was flipping through the medical books, it was getting dark unconsciously.

At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan had no concept of time, completely forgot everything, and the spiritual power in Yuwen Zhouyuan's body suddenly worked, and that spiritual power emanated from his body and headed towards those ordinary herbs on the medicine cabinet.

As those spiritual powers came into contact with the herbs, the quality of those ordinary mortal herbs underwent a qualitative change, and a trace of Zhong Ling's power emanated from the herbs......

Time passed quickly, and the night came again, Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly came to his senses, he couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the medicine book in his hand, and then he picked up the pen and began to write the prescription on the rice paper.

After a moment of writing a prescription, Yuwen Zhouyuan's pen did not stop, but moved the pen on the side of the prescription and drew like a fly, and soon a hunchbacked middle-aged man jumped on the paper, that person's eyes were so attentive, his expression was so kind, and even every texture on his face was so lifelike!

Although there are only a few brushstrokes in this picture, he believes that Buddha has spirituality, and bursts of spiritual power spread out from it, Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the portrait next to the prescription in a daze, and a sadness welled up in his heart.

Yuwen Zhouyuan rubbed his right hand lightly on the picture, and muttered to himself: "Master, are you okay now? I have killed all the people who besieged you back then, and I have avenged me, but you will never come back......

Dongfang Hancui saw Yuwen Zhouyuan like this, she didn't step forward to dissuade her, because although she didn't know why Yuwen Zhouyuan had changed so much since she took down this shop, she could see that Yuwen Zhouyuan had now entered a mysterious state of cultivation.

This state must be very important for Yuwen Zhouyuan to improve his mood at present, and to impact the bottleneck of the True Monarch Period, so in order not to disturb Yuwen Zhouyuan, she quietly hid out.

After being silent for a long time, Yuwen Juyuan put aside the prescription with the image drawn, picked up the pen and wrote the prescription on a piece of paper, and then drew it......

The sky is getting cooler, and not resting day and night is nothing to Yuwen Jooyuan, who often escaped for several days and nights when he was hunted down.

At the moment when the sun rose, Yuwen Juyuan finally stopped writing, he wrote a dozen prescriptions, but only one painting was painted, and this painting was still painted alone, not with the prescription, the painting was a woman in her thirties, her face was loving, her eyes looked into the distance as if waiting for her child to return.

Yuwen Zhouyuan stared at the woman in the painting, and said softly: "Mother, how are you? It's all because the child is unfilial and provokes others, and you are killed by your mother! But Mother, I have already killed the person who killed you, and I have avenged me! But after the revenge, I am not happy, because although the revenge is avenged, but you can no longer live!"

Yuwen Juyuan framed the portrait and hung it, gave a salute to the deadly doctor and his mother in the portrait, and then began to write prescriptions and draw again......

Time passed slowly, and Yuwen Juyuan had written hundreds of prescriptions and painted more than fifty paintings, but he never stopped, and only when he was extremely tired, he would meditate a little.

During this time, Dongfang Hancui in addition to delivering delicious meals to Yuwen Zhouyuan every day, she was so well-behaved that she did not disturb Yuwen Zhouyuan, and in this month's time, she found that Yuwen Zhouyuan's temperament has changed significantly, and the yin and murderous aura have become weaker in Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, and he is becoming more and more like a Langzhong, an ordinary person.

In the past month, Yuwen Zhouyuan's medical center has not yet had a single guest visit. But Yuwen Juyuan didn't mind, he was immersed in reading medical books, writing prescriptions, and drawing figures, and even his cultivation had stopped.

On this day, Yuwen Zhouyuan stopped the pen in his hand, and on the paper was a half-finished portrait, the painting was a silver dragon, and the entire dragon body exuded a powerful divine beast momentum, and what was even more wonderful was that the painting actually exuded a strong cold atmosphere.

The thing that Yuwen Zhouyuan painted turned out to be the soul of the cold dragon that he had already integrated into the Ice Spirit Xuanguang Sword.

This Cold Dragon Soul is the key to Yuwen Zhouyuan's promotion of his first Yuan Shen magic weapon, the Ice Spirit Xuanguang Sword, which was refined with Dan Soul Liquid, into the first Yuan Shen magic weapon.

Looking at this half-finished painting, Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but think of the hardships of refining the Yuanshen magic weapon and the Yuanshen magic weapon back then......

Just as he was recalling, a gust of wind chimes sounded, the door of the medical hall was pushed open, and a young man with a tiger head and a tiger brain took a look at it cautiously.

When the young man saw Yuwen Juyuan, he was immediately stunned for a moment, but he was soon attracted by the countless portraits hanging around the room.

The little boy said in surprise: "Uncle, you are not only Langzhong, but also can draw, these are all drawn by you." It's so pretty, can you give me one?"

Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled dumbly, put down the pen in his hand that was about to continue drawing the dragon, and picked up a sheet from the side, this painting was painted by the rotten bone demon python.

After the young man took the portrait, he immediately cheered, cherished it in his hand, and said crisply to Yuwen Zhouyuan: "Thank you, uncle, I am from the wine shop opposite." By the way, my uncle and my mother are sick, please come and take a look. ”

Hearing that someone invited him to see a doctor, Yuwen Zhouyuan attached great importance to it and hurriedly said, "Okay, let's go!"

"Brother, slow the medicine box for you!" Dongfang Han said after the medicine box.

"Okay, thank you! I've snubbed you this time!" Yuwen Juyuan said apologetically.

"It's okay, my brother will go early and return early, and the meal will be ready soon. I'll wait for you to eat!" Dongfang Hancui said with a smile.

Yuwen Juyuan followed the little boy and soon came to the wine shop opposite, and the little boy shouted loudly: "Dad, Uncle Langzhong, I invited my mother to see a doctor, by the way, this is a painting that my uncle gave me." ”

As soon as the little boy's words fell, a middle-aged man came out of the winery, this person had an honest face, and his slightly bronzed skin showed that his work was not easy.

The middle-aged man glanced at the little boy lovingly, and then hugged his fist to Yuwen Zhouyuan and said, "Sir, come here, please come to the house." ”

"Well said!" Yuwen Juyuan agreed, and walked to the brewery.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up immediately when he saw the picture in the little boy's hand, and then he took the picture from the little boy's hand, walked a few steps quickly and followed Yuwen Juyuan and said, "The child is not sensible, how much is this painting sir?"

Yuwen Juyuan shook his head and said, "I gave it to him, it's just a painting." ”

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "So I'll thank Mr. on behalf of the dog, Mr. has just moved here recently, right? I haven't seen Mr. before." ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded with a smile and said, "It's not been long since I moved here, what is Madam's illness? ”

"Okay, good, look at my memory, let Xiaohu go and ask Mr. to come and treat Neiko, such a big thing has been forgotten, Mr. hurry up and please! The child and his mother Mr. Chenyuantang are here to see you!" the middle-aged man hurriedly shouted into the room.

"What do you call this big brother, in Xia Yuwen Zhouyuan. Yuwen Zhouyuan said to the middle-aged man.

"My name is Zou Zhiming, and I am the owner of this winery, which has been passed down to me for five generations, and everyone calls me Zou Winery. The middle-aged man smiled innocently.

"It turned out to be Brother Zou, your little tiger is really likeable, sensible!" Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the little boy who was following him and said.

"This kid is naughty, alas! Don't say it, Xiaohu shouldn't hurry up and make tea for Mr. Yuwen. Zou Zhiming shouted to Xiaohu.

"Gotcha!" Xiaohu agreed and happily followed.

Yuwen Zhouyuan followed Zou Zhiming to the inner room, and saw a middle-aged woman lying behind the bed, the woman's face was pale, her eyes were slightly closed at this time, and her body was shaking.

Although he hadn't taken the pulse yet, with Yuwen Zhouyuan's powerful divine sense, he just swept it, and found that this woman was just infected with the wind cold, and the wind cold was not serious at that time, but the bad thing was that there was a yin and evil aura in the woman's body.

That evil aura seemed to sense the probing of Yuwen Zhouyuan's divine sense, and it suddenly disappeared.

"It's strange! you still want to play peek-a-boo in front of me!" Yuwen Juyuan said secretly in his heart.

But he didn't rush to search for the evil qi, he took out the pulse pillow from the medicine box, and then stretched out a finger and pressed it on the wrist vein of Xiaohu's mother.

As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan came into contact with Xiaohu's mother's wrist vein, he immediately sensed the yin and evil aura that was hiding.

Without thinking about it, Yuwen Zhouyuan quickly released a spiritual power and entered her body along the wrist veins of Xiaohu's mother.

As that spiritual power entered Xiaohu's mother's body, the yin and evil aura entrenched in her body immediately became manic.