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"Uncle Chen, my dad said that drinking too much alcohol is not good for your health."

Putting down the wine, the young Huzi was a little worried, hesitating for a while, but still said it to Chen Xiaoming.

"Don't listen to your father, is he the Langzhong or I am the Langzhong."

He waved his hand carelessly, and Chen Xiaoming picked up the fruit wine from behind the door unceremoniously. Compared with the old wine in the tavern, this fruit wine was more suitable for him.

In the past three months, Chen Xiaoming has also gotten to know the neighbors a bit, especially the family of Daniel, who was injured by iron strikes and was healed by Chen Xiaoming at will. It's not reliable, but it's real.

"Well, Uncle Chen, I'll go first."

The young Huzi scratched his head, and found that it seemed that Chen Xiaoming was right. The other party was the husband, and his father was a blacksmith. Maybe his father was really wrong.

What about him, the boy greeted Chen Xiaoming, but plunged into Wang Lin's shop next to him.

Chen Xiaoming glanced at it and smiled lightly, but he didn't care. He lay on the chair and took a sip of fruit wine. After a few months of leisurely life, he really found a sense of mortal.

Time is only easy for mortals to get old, without fleeting years, the pavilion is empty in the evening, and the spring clothes in the sunset are not sober.

Chapter 205 The Road to Mortal Transformation (Fifth Change)

Time flies, three years have passed in a blink of an eye

On the street in the corner of the western city of the imperial capital, as the years passed, Wang Lin's shop became more famous, and many more people came to buy wood carvings, and many of them were cultivators.

In contrast, Chen Xiaoming's medical clinic is the same as it was three years ago. Although the business is much better, it is still more among mortals.

However, Chen Xiaoming didn't care about these, and he didn't have the heart to compare. He always had a peaceful mind without any changes. What he wanted was the mentality of mortals, to understand the life of mortals, to feel the reincarnation of heaven and the cycle of cause and effect. The medical center is just a tool for him to understand the way of heaven. .

Spring and autumn come, and the sun and the moon alternate. Chen Xiaoming practiced medicine to treat diseases, but he saw many births, old age, sickness and death. Some diseases could be cured, and he treated them. Some diseases could not be cured, Chen Xiaoming shook his head and sighed.

In the past three years, he was used to seeing life and death, but it made Chen Xiaoming realize the helplessness of mortals more and more.

But the more he realized, the more emotional Chen Xiaoming felt in his heart.

In the past three years, he has forgotten about the system and his cultivation, and his cultivation has always remained at the peak of his aspirations, and he has never improved.

Even the origin of blood and the origin of time, Chen Xiaoming spends less and less time comprehending it.

"squeak."

Pushing open the door of the medical hall again, Chen Xiaoming now looks a little more stable than three years ago. On his handsome face, there are traces of the years. Compared with three years ago, it is There is a gap.

"Doctor Chen, my old mother is dying, go and see for help."

As soon as the door was opened, a figure came in a hurry not far away. He looked about 50 or [-] years old, wearing gray linen with several patches on it.The middle-aged man's eyes were eager, and tears kept dripping down. He grabbed Chen Xiaoming's hand, and with his somewhat muddy palm, he directly stained Chen Xiaoming's clothes.

"wait a minutes."

Chen Xiaoming broke free, got up and returned to the hospital, picked up the medicine box, and ran out again.

"Go ahead, lead the way."

The middle-aged man had a happy look on his face, wiped tears from the corners of his eyes, led the way directly in front of him, and ran towards a place.

On the streets in the early morning, many people had already gotten up early and got busy. At this moment, they looked at Chen Xiaoming, who hurried away with the medical box, with admiration and respect in his eyes.

For the past three years, Chen Xiaoming has gained a little reputation on this street by relying on his first-hand medical skills, and more importantly, he is willing to treat the poor for free and leave his virtue behind.

Inside the shop next to the medical center, Wang Lin pushed open the door and glanced at the figure hurried away, his eyes were deep and solemn.

When we met three years ago, Wang Lin never thought that the other party had actually embarked on the same path as himself, the path of becoming a mortal.

He couldn't see through Chen Xiaoming's cultivation, but Wang Lin knew that the other party was definitely a cultivator above the spirit-transforming stage, with terrifying strength. Such a cultivator has already understood his own artistic conception, why would he still need to transform into a mortal?

Wang Lin didn't understand, but Chen Xiaoming was the only person Wang Lin had ever met who walked the same path as himself.

All the way west, Chen Xiaoming followed behind the middle-aged man. He ran for a stick of incense, and finally came to a dilapidated wooden house. There was a big hole in the wooden roof, dripping with water droplets from the previous night.

Stepping into the wooden house, I saw a wooden bed on which a white-haired old man was lying on the bed at the moment, with a pile of tattered clothes on his body. On the ground beside the bed, dripping from the roof The drop of water smashed into a small puddle.

"Mother, Doctor Chen is here."

The middle-aged man ran over, grabbed the old man's hand, and shouted excitedly.

Chen Xiaoming glanced at it, stepped on the puddle, put the medical box on the muddy ground beside him, and put one hand on the old man's wrist.

"Ok?"

She frowned, the old woman's pulse was weak, and her anger was like a gossamer. At this moment, she just held back her breath and persisted until now.

"Doctor Chen, is my mother her?"

Looking at the silent Chen Xiaoming, the middle-aged man's heart sank, tears welling up in his eyes, and he held the old woman tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would lose it in the next second.

Chen Xiaoming sighed softly, his right hand felt a little calm on his pulse, shook his head, got up and stood aside, giving up his position.

There is nothing that can't be saved from the disease of mortals, but what Chen Xiaoming wants to understand is that mortals are born, old, sick, and dead.

"mother!"

The middle-aged man cried aloud. The man didn't cry easily, but he didn't get to the sad part. He clasped the old woman's right hand tightly with both hands, a head resting on his hand, and was deeply unable to blame himself.

"Son, don't cry, I can see you again before you leave, mother is satisfied."

The old woman's face returned to light, and a trembling voice came out, and her left hand even lifted up and touched the middle-aged man's face, showing a satisfied look on her face.

Chen Xiaoming silently stood aside without saying a word, there was only so much he could do.

"mother!"

Exclaimed, the middle-aged man looked at such a scene and was stunned for a moment, but he also understood the flashback before death, and he couldn't help tearing up his clothes, hugged the old woman, and hugged each other reluctantly.

With intermittent voices, the old woman finally left contentedly in the middle-aged man's arms.

Chen Xiaoming didn't bother, he gently picked up the medical box and turned away.

When he stepped out of the wooden house, Chen Xiaoming let out a deep breath. In three years, he had seen many such scenes.

The separation of life and death among mortals, the cycle of cause and effect, has its own set number.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are part of his understanding of heaven and cause and effect. Even if he delays his lifespan for several years with a heaven-defying technique, in the end, this person will still be unable to escape reincarnation.

"Ugh."

With a light sigh, Chen Xiaoming glanced at the road he said, but the road back was a little heavier. The doctor was kind, and it was not clear to him what was right or wrong.

It didn't take long for Chen Xiaoming to return to the hospital, took off his outer clothes, put on a new one, and lay down on the chair again.

It's just that this time, he didn't have the usual tranquility, but more dignified.

With his eyes slightly closed, Chen Xiaoming had all kinds of thoughts surging in his heart. He saw more scenes of parting from life and death. For Chen Xiaoming, life seemed like a big dream.

Eyes open, eyes closed, from birth to departure, the decades of living are just like a big dream.

The reincarnation of heaven, the cycle of cause and effect, Chen Xiaoming's mind flashed a little bit of clarity, as if he understood something, but he didn't understand anything.

He shook his head gently, smiled bitterly, and murmured a bit of helplessness, which finally turned into a sigh.

"Ugh!"

Chapter 206 The Road to Transformation

Time flies, years rush, and in the blink of an eye, ten years pass like running water!

Ten years have passed, and Chen Xiaoming's appearance is no longer young, but middle-aged. At this time, a wrinkle gradually appeared on his originally handsome face.

Like the old king next door, his appearance was deliberately done with magic. After all, his path to mortal transformation was not over yet.

In the past ten years, Chen Xiaoming has changed a lot. His original outstanding figure gradually dissipated in the ten years of busyness, and the faint fairy spirit that he unconsciously revealed has also been wiped out in time.

Chen Xiaoming seems to have really turned into a mortal. Although his body is still tall and straight, it seems that he is no different from a middle-aged mortal who has been busy all his life.

"squeak."

Pushing the door open as usual, the cool wind in the late autumn blew, bringing the withered leaves on the ground, and a chill rushed to his heart. Chen Xiaoming couldn't help but tighten the thick coat on his body, and the leather cap on top of his head pressed down. pressure.

Shrinking his neck and wrapping his hands, he walked slowly towards the restaurant not far away.

"squeak."

A soft sound came from behind, Chen Xiaoming stopped walking, turned his head and looked over, a figure with a slightly old face, hunched waist, the collar of the coat he wore outside stood up, wrapping himself firmly, Resist the cold wind.

The figure is the old king next door in Huafan. Chen Xiaoming stagnated and waited for the other party. In the past ten years, Chen Xiaoming and Wang Lin had chatted a few times, but they were only general and did not have many deep friendships.

Wang Lin has an icy personality, and is dedicated to transforming and comprehending Dao, while Chen Xiaoming also wants to use Huafan to understand cause and effect.

Between the two, apart from their daily encounters, there is very little chat.

"Squeak."

Stepping on the fallen leaves and making a soft sound, Wang Lin looked at Chen Xiaoming's figure, obviously stunned, but then he didn't care and walked towards Chen Xiaoming slowly.

At this time, a rather sturdy young man walked out of the iron shop opposite. He was carrying a bucket of discarded charcoal. After he left the shop, he saw Wang Lin and Chen Xiaoming, so he grinned and said, "Uncle Chen, Uncle Wang, are you two going to the play together?"

Wang Lin stopped, turned around, and said with a smile, "Brother, bring me two jugs of wine."

The young man responded, put the charcoal in his hand aside, and hurriedly walked into the shop. After a while, he ran over with two wine jugs, his eyes showed concern, and said, "Uncle Wang, you are getting old. , this wine, drink less, just drink to warm your body."

After speaking, the small eyes in his eyes glanced at Chen Xiaoming behind Wang Lin with a bit of fear, and he saw that he seemed to hear it and was walking step by step.

"Da Niu, how honest you were when you were a child, how did you grow up to be the same as your father. This wine is a good thing, how could it hurt the body. Don't forget, I am"

"Yes, yes, Uncle Chen, you are a doctor, you are right."

The young man lowered his head and replied repeatedly, ten years have passed, and he is no longer the young man who didn't understand anything.

However, for Chen Xiaoming, Daniel still respects each other from the heart.

In ten years, Uncle Chen has truly become famous in the imperial capital with his first-hand medical skills. In addition, he is willing to treat the poor for free. His virtue makes his neighbors, who will not be amazed.

However, the latter is not perfect. He usually has a lazy personality. Sometimes he sits in a restaurant for an afternoon, and he likes to drink a little wine. If anyone says that he is not good at drinking, he will use his doctor's identity. A bunch of nonsense.

"Hmph, you have good eyesight as a kid."

Taking another pot of fruit wine from the latter, Chen Xiaoming snorted coldly, glared at Daniel with his raised eyebrows, stuffed the wine pot in his coat, wrapped his clothes, turned around and left slowly.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, took the jug, patted Daniel on the shoulder, and also turned around and left slowly.

Daniel looked at the backs of Chen Xiaoming and Wang Lin leaving, and felt a bitter taste in his heart. In the past ten years, Uncle Wang and Uncle Chen in his eyes have both aged a lot. He still remembers them ten years ago. That heroic face and star-like eyes.

Ten years have passed like this, Daniel suddenly felt very emotional today, sighed in his heart, and slowly turned around and got busy.

In the late autumn season, the wind was thoroughly chilling, Chen Xiaoming and Wang Lin walked side by side, walking slowly all the way, no one communicated at all, and seemed a bit silent.