On the seventh day after Ma Yunqiao left, he came to Yuwen Zhouyuan's Chenyuan Hall again, and he came with a middle-aged man with a hint of nobility.

This person and Ma Yunqiao entered the Chenyuan Hall respectfully, not caring about their identity at all, kneeling on the top with a "poof", and kowtowed three times to Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes swept over this, and without speaking, he could see at a glance that this person must be the master of Ma Yunqiao, that is, His Royal Highness the prince who the big-nosed monk wanted to kill.

In the eyes of real mortals, the prince already belongs to the royal family of Tongtian, but in the eyes of Yuwen Zhouyuan, this person is no different from an ant, although he also has a little cultivation, as long as he does not advance to the true yuan, he will not escape reincarnation.

The middle-aged man seemed to know Yuwen Zhouyuan's temperament, and after kowtowing, he got up and took out a storage bag without saying a word, put it on the table beside him, bowed back with Ma Yunqiao.

Yuwen Juyuan never said a word, and it was only after a long time that he looked up from the painting and picked up the storage bag. The divine sense swept and saw that there were a large number of spirit stones in it, and there was also a strange key.

Putting away the storage bag, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath and walked out of the Dust Yuan Hall, time flies, and another five years have passed......

On this day, Xiaohu's father Zou Qiming could not escape the cycle of life and death, and died, with white flags hanging in the wine shop, and bursts of sad cries came from it.

Yuwen Juyuan stood outside his shop, looking at the other side in a daze, and couldn't help but think of the hearty man when he first came to this street more than twenty years ago, and invited him to his home for dinner.

I can't forget this cool man, because he wants to expand the winery, he is quite embarrassed to talk about lending silver.

In the past 20 years, Yuwen Zhouyuan himself can't remember how many times he has eaten and drunk in this person's house. It's just that the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao is not something that Yuwen Zhouyuan can change personally.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are part of his sense of heaven, even if he uses the technique of defying the sky to help the other party extend his life for a few years, then in the end, this person still can't escape reincarnation.

Not only that, but it will be for this anti-heaven technique, and the six realms of reincarnation will fall into the inferior class.

After all, Xiaohu's father is different from Yuan Zhengang, Yuan Zhengang is a cultivator, and he is going against the sky, so Yuwen Zhouyuan pumped his soul to exercise the six things without authorization, and it was okay to beat it into a pregnant woman, but it was not okay to suffer Xiaohu's father.

Yuwen Juyuan stood at the door of the store and sighed, he felt that his perception of life and death was still not enough, and it seemed that he would have to understand the key points of life and death from tomorrow.

After making up his mind, Yuwen Zhouyuan's big hand grabbed it in the air, and an extra flower with black petals appeared in his hand, this flower was not a mundane thing, but one of the materials for refining the elixir.

If someone among mortals has not been dead for a long time and his soul has not completely dissipated, then this flower can help his soul to condense, so that he has more soul power in the river of reincarnation, and he can strive to fall into a good family.

Yuwen Zhouyuan staggered towards the winery, and Xiaohu's uncles and aunts in the winery were all sad, and a sadness enveloped the entire winery.

In the mourning hall in the backyard of the wine shop, Xiaohu's father Zou Zhiming was lying quietly in the coffin, Xiaohu and his daughter-in-law knelt next to him, Xiaohu's eyes were red and he had obviously just cried.

There was also a woman standing beside her, she was Xiaohu's mother, and she was also sad in her heart, looking at her husband in the coffin, her eyes showed a look of despair.

As early as more than 20 years ago, Yuwen Zhouyuan had already seen the couple's feelings. It's deep.

As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan came in, the surrounding neighbors and Xiaohu's uncle all showed respect, because almost everyone had been saved by Yuwen Zhouyuan's wonderful medical skills, so Yuwen Zhouyuan was already quite a status on the entire street.

After Xiaohu's mother saw Yuwen Zhouyuan, she nodded lightly and said in a low voice: "The surviving Zou family has seen the eldest brother of the Yuwen family. ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed lightly, helped the woman up, and then took the incense stick from the hands of others, lit it and worshipped.

Yuwen Zhouyuan bowed, and suddenly the sky outside darkened, but this dimness was not visible to mortals, only to see a black gas slowly emerging from the corpse of Xiaohuqin, this black gas gradually became a group, and finally turned into the appearance of Xiaohu's father Zou Zhiming.

At this time, Zou Zhiming seemed to be very cold and pale. The whole body seemed to be ready to dissipate at any time, he looked around blankly, and finally landed on Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Because none of the people around him could spot him, but Yuwen Zhouyuan's black and white eyes fell on him.

Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed secretly, and the black flower in his right hand immediately turned into pieces, and while slowly dissipating, it slowly turned into a spot of light in a form invisible to mortals, and fell on Zou Zhiming's soul.

Zou Zhiming immediately felt no longer cold, and looked at Lin's gaze, revealing a deep look of gratitude.

At this time, Zou Zhiming already knew that this neighbor who had been with him for more than 20 years was an extraordinary person, and he knelt down in the void and kowtowed a few times to Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Then Zou Zhiming reluctantly glanced at his daughter-in-law and Xiaohu, sighed lightly, and his whole body seemed to be stepping on a ladder, slowly rising, and finally disappeared in the void.

"Father, mother, I see grandpa!" At this time, a childish voice came from the corner next to him.

I saw Xiaohu's son, a nine-year-old child, looking at the sky. Puzzled.

It's just that no one believes the child's words, and the young child sees that no one pays attention to him. He wrinkled his nose and stopped talking.

Yuwen Zhouyuan looked around with emotion, the reincarnation of heaven could not be escaped, he looked at the body of Zou Zhiming, who was already old in the coffin, and suddenly returned to the past twenty years. This person changes year by year, from a prime of life to twenty years, slowly aging and finally dying.

Yuwen Zhouyuan seems to have found a trace of life and death from the death of Fen Zhiming, but it seems that there is something in between, which makes him rise in his heart with no waves in the ancient well, it seems that he really has to grasp this enlightenment, and feel the way of life and death, and after estimating the way of life and death, he can grasp the artistic conception of the passage of time!

Three days later, after Zou Zhiming's funeral, Yuwen Zhouyuan found Zou Xiaohu and handed him the title deed of Chenyuan Hall, except for the portraits of the two true masters of the Qingshui Sect, Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't bring anything.

When leaving, Yuwen Zhouyuan said to Zou Xiaohu: "The indoor portraits are all given to Ling Lang, and this bottle of elixir is also given to him, let him practice well according to the mantra I passed on, and we will meet in the future." This house and all the gold and silver have been given to you, thank you for taking care of your uncle for so many years!"

"Uncle Yuwen, how can this make your Chenyuantang too valuable, I can't ask for it!" Zou Xiaohu said with a red face.

"Okay, Uncle won't give you away in vain, so you can bring me all the best rose brew in your winery. "Yuwen Zhou Yuan Dao.

"Just a little wine brewing is not worth a few dollars at all, and the money you give is enough to buy 10,000 times the wine stored in the winery!" Zou Xiaohu said.

"I said it's worth it, it's worth it!" Yuwen Zhou Yuan said.

Zou Xiaohu knew that Yuwen Zhouyuan had made up his mind, and even knew that he was not a mortal, so he finally bit out: "Uncle Yuwen, I will give all the wine in the winery to my uncle, and I will make a special brew for my uncle!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan thought for a while and said, "It's okay, three days, I'll go to the winery to get wine in three days, these are all yours now!"

After speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan walked towards the outside of Chenyuan Hall, and as he walked, his already rickety body straightened up a little bit, his white hair began to change, and the wrinkles on his face became lighter, and finally he returned to the appearance of more than twenty years ago.

Three days later, under Zou Xiaohu's surprised gaze when he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan's appearance becoming younger than himself, Yuwen Zhouyuan took out the storage bag and took away the tens of thousands of jars of wine in the winery!

"Grandpa Yuwen, how did you become younger than your father?" asked Xiaohu's son, Xiaobao.

"Hahahaha, as long as you follow the method that your grandfather taught you, you will be like this in the future!Xiaohu, I'm leaving!" After speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan strode towards the wine shop.

Nobita's neighboring North Chu State, in the past ten years, natural disasters and man-made disasters have continued, the people are not able to make a living, the court officialdom is even more fierce, factions are attacking each other, every year there will be once extremely rich and powerful officials, in prison, hundreds of families in the North Chu Wumen guillotine, all beheaded.

At the beginning of each month, there are a large number of prisoners from all over the country, who are pressed into the capital of the Northern Chu State by the wooden cage prisoner car, and then they are beheaded by a knife on the guillotine at the noon gate, and the head flies, and the knife is cut to show the public.

This has simply become a scene in the Ming Imperial City, the capital of the Northern Chu Kingdom.

At that noon, the guillotine has formed a one-stop service, and at the beginning of each month, there will be people who sell the life deeds of the people who were beheaded this month, print official newspapers, and collect corpses, sell blood steamed buns, sell Linxing wine, and do everything.

On the eighteenth day of the first month of the first month, the crowd was surging here in the morning, and today it was the Mingcheng Mansion Yin Xi Laiyun Lord, this Xi Laiyun Lord was upright and not willing to lag behind, for the official upright, deeply loved by the people, known as the blue sky.

But because he stood on the wrong team in the prince's succession, the prince he supported was deposed, and finally ended up like this.

The prisoner carts were slowly pulled, a total of eighteen, in front of the head was Lord Xi Laiyun, behind him were several of his subordinates, who died together, and the last three were the thieves and robbers.

That Lord Xi Laiyun was in this prisoner car, but he was mighty and not afraid of today's decapitation, and there were countless relatives and friends who offered him a send-off wine along the way, he walked all the way and drank all the way, it was really heroic.

Next to Xi Laiyun's prisoner car, there was his young son, wife and concubine, crying and crying with the audience, good people don't live long.

To the noon gate guillotine, although this is called the noon gate guillotine, in fact, it is the noon gate of the old palace a hundred years ago, and later because the palace was rebuilt, it has become a square, because the early years of killing people are outside the noon gate of the palace, so after the new palace is built again, this is still the place of killing, here is enough to accommodate twenty or thirty thousand people, now there are a sea of people here, are watching, the front is a group of people who have received his favor here to kneel and bow to each other.

These eighteen people were pulled to the guillotine at the door of the morning, and they were identified one by one, and there were countless cries and shouts below, some of the prisoners had been piled up, and some were paralyzed, only this Lord Xi Laiyun was still so hard.