Next to the Dan furnace, Chu Ye took out two herbs again and threw them into the Dan furnace, gently fanning the fan in his hand, the faint flame slowly fluttered with the wind of the fan, at this moment, Chu Ye heard Yang Hao's question, his hand paused slightly, and still continued to incite.

"If I don't pursue perfection, I don't need to continue refining this elixir again and again, only by refining the perfect elixir, my cultivation will improve!"

Chu Ye shook the fan in his hand, and the flames beat even harder.

Yang Hao was silent for a moment when he heard Chu Ye's words, lowered his head and glanced at the book in his hand, and continued: "What you think is perfect, is it really necessarily perfect?"

When Chu Ye heard this, he suddenly raised his head, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was confused in his heart, and asked softly: "Perfect, is it really perfect?"

Yang Hao smiled slightly, stood up, walked to Chu Ye's side, and said softly: "Everyone thinks that perfection is different, although the perfection you think belongs to your own perfection, but in my opinion, he is not perfect, or in the eyes of people who are stronger than you, the perfection you are pursuing now is like a joke!"

Chu Ye stopped the movement in his hand, and suddenly the flame stopped beating, and he looked extremely calm, he looked at Yang Hao quietly, and asked, "So, what is perfect?"

"Hehe, perfect, just imperfect, you know?"

"Perfect is imperfect?" The confusion in Chu Ye's eyes deepened, and he looked at Yang Hao quietly without speaking.

At this time, there was a sudden noise outside, accompanied by the voice of someone shouting, "Is the boss there? I'll buy medicine!"

"Let's go out and have a look!" Yang Hao smiled, nodded to Chu Ye, and walked out first.

Outside. There were three people standing, who were supposed to be people from the rivers and lakes, all of whom were injured, sitting on the benches next to them, covering their wounds and shouting loudly.

After Chu Ye came out. glanced at the three of them, and said lightly, "What medicine do you want?"

"You fool, are you blind? I didn't see that my brothers were injured, so hurry up and get some medicine to stop bleeding and analgesics!" said one of them, scolding.

The man had just finished speaking, and beside him, a middle-aged man dressed in black. Glaring at the person who spoke, he looked at Chu Ye, endured the pain on his shoulder, and said with his fists clenched: "Doctor, he is a violent temper, please don't mind the doctor, a few of us are a little injured, I don't know if the doctor has hemostatic medicine." No analgesics!"

"Hemostatic medicine, there is. But if you don't have gold, if you don't, you can't afford my medicine!" Chu Ye glanced at the three of them expressionlessly, slowly walked to the edge of the chair, and sat on it.

"Boy, let you take the medicine. What so much nonsense, no matter how expensive your pill is, is it worth a tael of gold?"

"My medicine, of course, is more than a gold tael. It's a ten taels!" Chu Ye turned his head and looked at the unmelted snow outside the window, and on the snow at the door, there were several reds, obviously caused by blood.

As soon as Chu Ye's words came out, the three of them were stunned for a moment, and the person who spoke wildly before was suddenly furious, and shouted: "Are you looking for death in this Langzhong? A pill costs ten taels of gold, and everyone says that you are a fool, damn it, Lao Tzu really looks at it!"

"Today's pill, ten taels of gold, Lao Tzu won't buy it, you have to give it today, you have to give it if you don't give it!"

The man shouted angrily, stood up with the big knife on the side, walked up to Chu Ye, snorted fiercely, walked directly inside, picked up the pill on it, and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

Yang Hao looked at this scene, revealing a hint of sarcasm, slowly lowered his head, and didn't look at it, as if this scene had nothing to do with him at all, he just looked at the book in his hand, and said lightly: "Nothing in the world is completely perfect, just like our life, whether you live for a hundred years or a thousand years, you have to go through a lot of life and death, joys and sorrows, even if you don't want to experience it, but you can't do it!"

"It's like a few of them, they themselves are imperfect, it is precisely because of this that there will be this scene now, and there will be a more exciting scene in the future, it is they who are imperfect, and life is more exciting!"

"What nonsense, there are two fools living here!" The person who was about to swallow the pill was attracted by Yang Hao's words, and after listening to a few words, he immediately scolded and scolded, in his opinion, Chu Ye and Yang Hao were two fools and stupid people.

He picked up the pill and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

But at this moment, his hand suddenly trembled, and he couldn't move again, and his best efforts were to no avail.

"You have five pills in your hand, three of which are ten taels of gold each, and the remaining two are twenty taels each!" Chu Ye looked out of the door and spoke slowly.

The person holding the pill in his hand suddenly turned pale, and he didn't dare to come out, and he couldn't move if he wanted to, and said in horror: "I, I don't have so much gold!"

When Chu Ye heard this, he raised his head and glanced at him, and said lightly: "There is not so much gold, just put down the medicine, and come back when you have it!"

After speaking, the man only felt that his whole body suddenly relaxed, and without saying a word, he put the pill in the distance, glanced at Chu Ye deeply, with horror in his eyes, walked to the bench on the side, and muttered a few times in the ear of the man in black, and suddenly the face of the man in black changed greatly, and he also glanced at Chu Ye deeply, and turned to leave with the other two people.

"They're gone!" Yang Hao said softly, "It's like you didn't sell them the pill in the end, it's like you refining the pill, you didn't refine the so-called perfection after all, because there is no perfect thing at all, it's like fire, this worldly person believes that the temperature of fire is the highest, and fire is perfect." Rather, there are things that are hotter than fire, such as heart fire, core flame, ......"

"It is precisely because they are not perfect, that there will be higher and stronger things, for example, if your whole life is perfect, your cultivation path is perfect, and there are no setbacks, you are proud that everything is perfect, then why do you still want to live? everything is already perfect, when is it perfect, what else can you do?"

Yang Hao didn't raise his head, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was saying to Chu Ye.

"So, imperfection is perfection, what does it mean?" Chu Ye asked softly.

Hearing this, Yang Hao paused, raised his head after a long time, put the books in his hand aside, stood up, walked outside the house, and looked at the silver world outside.

"A few days ago, I visited one of the most famous great Confucians in the capital, and I asked him, if you had three days left to live, what would you do?"

"How did he answer?" Chu Ye wondered.

"He said, if I have three days left to live, then I'm going to do something imperfect!"

"To do imperfect things?" the doubts in Chu Ye's eyes deepened.

"Yes, he said, only when he does imperfect things can he understand, it turns out that imperfection is the most perfect!" Yang Hao smiled, but he didn't understand what he was laughing at, Chu Ye couldn't understand it, but he seemed to have some understanding.

"Imperfection is perfection, because there is no perfect thing, the fire is not perfect, so it will sway with the wind, it will want to strengthen itself, the water is not perfect, so it will be needed all the time, not drink it once, and you will never be thirsty again. So if I'm not perfect...... What will happen?"

(To be continued.) )