Lao Hei and Zhang Fu were silent at the same time, and Lao Hei sighed: "I'm afraid I can't stand this year." The internal organs were cracked, and he coughed up blood every day recently, and Dr. Lu gave two doses of medicine, and said that it was a symptom but not a cure. ”

Zhou Qian couldn't speak, these five internal organs are the most vulnerable part of the human body, not to mention ordinary people, they are the characters in the rivers and lakes after the washing of the marrow, if there is a problem here, it is also the result of the total waste of martial arts, so the martial arts are masters of health care and medicine.

"How long can it last?" Zhou said abruptly.

"Less than half a month. Zhang Fu spoke in a low tone.

"Haha!" Lao Hei smiled heroically and said: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, the normal state of the world, when our ancestors lived in the grassland, they sang such a poem, before I get old, I want to ride a horse and go to the end of the earth, before I get old, I want to nomadic grassland, eat the fattest cattle and sheep, before I die, I want to marry the most beautiful girl and give birth to the strongest boy, so that I can close my eyes, feel the call of the god of death, and return to the embrace of darkness!"

The old black tone was vast and empty, bringing Zhou Qian and Zhang Fu into an empty and lonely realm, Zhou Qian and Zhang Fu felt refreshed at the same time, as if they had not taken birth, old age, sickness and death to heart, but Zhou Qian was faintly unwilling in his heart, this life, old age, sickness and death, is it really the fate that his own family must experience? With the sword in his hand, can't he cut a path?

"No matter what the master's condition is, I will definitely make the green bamboo porridge for the master!" Zhang Fu said firmly.

"I'm here to help, too!" Zhou Qian also said.

"Haha, that's how young people should be!" said the old black laugh and be gratified.

Thousands of feet above Luodu City, a flame sword light shuttled back and forth in hundreds of sword qi, the flame was red with purple, it was the true fire of the purple pole, it was a powerful spell that could only be refined by a qi practitioner after a catastrophe, nothing was burned, and that person was one of the six secret legends of Emei Practicing to the realm of the thirteenth layer of fire on the ground, there seemed to be a pair of faces in the Dao firelight, laughing and scolding, chattering, and the flame sword light was divided, and hundreds of flame figures pounced on the rippling sword qi, gnawing and swallowing, and in the blink of an eye, the sword qi that had been condensed to the extreme was broken.

The person who transported the sword qi probably also saw that the situation was not good, and a small yellow and worn gourd escaped from the void, and thousands of cyan sword qi spewed out from the mouth of the gourd to surround the Dao flames, and arranged dozens of surging sword formations in the void, and the large array was faintly churning with giant beasts and long snakes, and the fiery figures rushed left and right, all of which could not escape.

The person was hesitating whether to use the means again or burst these dozens of flame clones, who expected that the person who made the sword qi had already taken the lead, and the sword qi condensed and shrunk into Dao Dao green silk, thousands of green silk were sharp and unparalleled, and they were already close to the magical realm of a kind of 'sword qi silk' in the sword immortal, and twisted this flame clone back and forth into a rolling wave of fire, which made the person of the "Purple Mansion Sutra" snort, obviously a strange move, and secretly made a decision. The rolling waves of fire suddenly converged in one direction, and gradually condensed into a flame giant god, fierce and fierce, with protruding fangs, armor covered in armor, and a pair of giant hands with the size of more than ten zhang, towards the sword array.

"Hehe, the true body of the Great Day!? This is a realm that only exists on the fourteenth layer of the "Purple Mansion Sutra", and the old way is not played. There was a drunken Taoist cunning voice in the gourd, and then the yellow gourd turned into a cyan sword light and fled towards Luodu, the flying of the imperial sword is the only way for the sword immortal, and the Xuanxiao sword escape of the Qingcheng faction is one of the must, few Taoisms can be compared, although the "Purple Mansion Sutra" is infinitely powerful, but it is really not good at the method of flying, the flame giant god had to turn around, turned into an old man in a red robe and red beard, and snorted angrily.

"Tian Puzi! You look so lively!"

A white cloud not far away turned into a young lazy man, but his eyes were so deep that he couldn't tell his real age.

The man said helplessly: "The grievances between your Qingcheng faction and the Emei faction, what does it matter to my Longhu Maoshan faction? Besides, I don't agree with the plan to lure the snake out with the son of the golden crow as bait, and the drunken Taoist priest just took the opportunity to complain, the seven major factions have always been in the same spirit, and Taoist friends should not destroy the friendship between the teachers and the sect for these trivial things!"

"Hmph! The people of the Dragon Tiger Maoshan Sect always like to play tricks!" the old man snorted coldly, turned into a flame and flew to Luodu to hide.

"This Heavenly Fire Daoist," Tian Puzi shook his head helplessly, and said, "It's really more arrogant!"

"Master Hei, you said that there is one less aroma in this porridge, but there are many kinds of aroma, including the fragrance of medicinal herbs, the fragrance of herbs and trees, and the fragrance of ingredients, which one is it?"

"I don't know!" Hei Lao shook his head and said, "This fragrance is faint, but it always gives people an unforgettable feeling, I have eaten it once, but I will never forget it in my life!"

"Oh no! Oh no! The master vomited blood again!" A panicked big fat man broke into the door, and he was also one of Yi Shan's registered disciples.

"What!" The faces of the three changed greatly, and Lao Hei shouted, "Didn't you just take the medicine and fall asleep?"

"Yes, but at noon, the master suddenly struggled to water the flowers in the small courtyard, and a few of us who were apprentices couldn't persuade him, let alone disobey the master, and I also felt that it was no big deal to go out for a walk occasionally, who knew that the master would ...... as soon as he went out."

"You shit!" said the old black angrily.

The three of them hurriedly rushed to the Yi Shan house, and the Yi Shan on the bed had already been thin and unhuman, and the image of the crane boy face that had not been restored was like a dry rotten wood.

"A few quiet!" the famous doctor Lu Xu frowned, seeing a hint of surprise flashing in Zhou Gan's eyes, Zhou Qian shook his head lightly, and Lu Xu nodded thoughtfully.

"I'm afraid Master Yishan won't be able to survive for three days," Lu Xu sighed, "The recovery of the old illness and the old age and decrepitude, Lu is at a loss." A pair of medicines can be provided below, so that Master Yi Shan will have less pain before he dies. ”

The people beside the bed suddenly despaired, several pale old men couldn't cry anymore, and even Lao Hei sighed. Zhang Fu violently pushed everyone away and rushed out of the house.

"I'll chase it!" Zhou Qian hurriedly said, passing through the small courtyard, he smelled a familiar and faint aroma again.

But he found Zhang Fu in the dining hall, the pots and pans were placed in a mess, Zhang Fu's eyes were dull, and he didn't know what to say with his mouth muttering, but the things he boiled were not up to standard, and even ordinary people were not as good.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Qian frowned.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Qian said loudly when he saw Zhang Fu ignoring him.

'Smack!' Zhou Qian slapped Zhang Fu heavily on his face and knocked Zhang Fu to the ground: "That's enough! Master Yishan is going to die! This is a fact that no one can change, you are his favorite apprentice, are you qualified to be depressed and decadent at this time? Are you worthy of his years of teaching?"

Zhang Fu was stunned on the ground for a long time before he began to cry: "Master, master, he won't live long! I haven't even fulfilled his last wish, I should die! I'm incompetent!"

"There's still time! There's still a chance!" Zhou Qian said word by word.

"Is it too late?" Zhang Fu said in frustration.

"Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven, do your best!" Zhou Qian said in a deep voice.

"Help me!" Zhang Fu pleaded.

Zhou Qian nodded fiercely, as if he was challenging this unfair fate.

"How are the children?" Yi Shan said hoarsely as he opened his tired eyes and looked at the half-dark night sky outside the window.

"Let's all go and rest!" Lao Hei hurriedly helped Yi Shan up, leaned on the cushion, and several old cooks who kept vigil also gathered around, shushing the cold and asking for warmth.

"Timur, is my time running out?" Yi Shan said softly, "I feel like I've half stepped into the grave." ”

Lao Hei was speechless for a while, and Yi Shan said softly: "Help me up, I want to go out for a walk, for the last time." ”

A few people couldn't dissuade him, so he had to let him, Yi Shan was gently supported by Lao Hei, smelled the faint fragrance of flowers in the small courtyard, and said slowly: "Jingxiang Building was originally built by you and me, and it should have been handed over to you after I died, but your identity is not visible, so there is a gambling fight, are you optimistic about Zhang Fu or your Zhou boy?"

"Neither of these two is suitable!" Lao Hei shook his head and said, "Zhang Fu is too rebellious, and he has the vanity of a young man, he can be a cook, but he really can't be a shopkeeper; Zhou Qianxin is not here, and he has no idea of inheriting Jingxiang Building, and Zhou Xun will not agree to the big swordsman, his precious apprentice will be a cook for a lifetime." ”

"Haha," Yi Shan smiled, "I thought you didn't know Zhou Xiaoyou's identity, but you already knew!"

"That person was a terrifying killing god for my clan back then, how could I not know, Zhou Qian's name and martial arts are like Zhou Xun's disciples who are circulating in the rivers and lakes, how can I not care!" Lao Hei shook his head with a wry smile. "Who knew that this kid would go to Shizuka Building to learn to cook, it's really ......"

"It's also a report and a report!" Yi Shan also smiled. "Why is the dining hall lit?" Yi Shan suddenly wondered.

The two quietly walked into the dining hall and saw a hot scene.

"Qi Huanzhi, what the hell are you kidding, why did it take so long to tell you to cut a vegetable?"

"Fatty, isn't your three scoops of rolling three spoons known as the first spoonful of Jiangnan?, can't you adjust the Qingping soup?"

"Fourth Senior Brother, Senior Brother Pu Yuan, aren't you the best at looking at people's food appearances?

The sixty-seven people in Jingxiang Building are all here, all busy and sweating, and Li Sanshan, who is in command, is even more hoarse, but everyone is still meticulous, or go all out to complete their own work.

"They still haven't given up!" Lao Hei whispered, "I still want to make you the green bamboo porridge from thirty years ago." ”

"This heart, this heart tastes thousands of times better than any food!" Yi Shan's voice trembled.

"I've been busy for half an hour! I don't know if I can do it in this short time. Lao Hei said with some concern.

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