Chapter 810 The Third Decline and the Passing of Time
The morning light broke, and the light blue sky made the town particularly refreshing and clean. The aroma of avocado from the breakfast shop on the corner came to my face, and there were already early risers on the street. Get ready for a busy day.
No one knows anything about what happened last night.
Beside the door of the doctor's shop, Xiao Huang was lying on the ground and taking a nap as usual. Xin Zhuo in the room was in a daze again. For a while, he drew with his left and right hands at the same time, making one side into yin and the other into yang.
"Life and death! The third decline will not take long..."
He stood up and looked at the sunlight that had just risen outside. His wrinkled face showed some vicissitudes of life. The life and death of a man and a woman yesterday had given him a lot of insights, which was enough to speed up his practice progress.
"Doctor Xin! Doctor Xin..."
The voice of the town's matchmaker Ma Po came from outside, and she quickly stumbled into the house, smiling without saying a word, revealing a mouth full of rhubarb. Teeth, clapping the handkerchief: "I have a happy event, will you listen?"
Xin Zhuo walked out of the room on his own and began to sort out the herbs: "I have a choice, but I won't listen!"
Ma Po was startled for a moment: "Oh, how can I do that?"
Xiao ran over and squatted aside, and said with a smile: "I found a match for you, it's Li Ashui, that old woman... that girl, although she has been married once, she has never given birth to a child, her skin is almost tender and watery, and she is half a woman He is old, his charm is still there, and he speaks well. Listen, the key is that he is smart and capable, and can help you manage the drug store.
This person must always have someone to rely on. Look at you, a person in his forties looks old like this. From now on You are getting older and your health is failing, who can you rely on? ?”
Xin Zhuo was curious: “Who is Li Ashui?”
Mr. Ma winked: “Widow Li, she is interested in you. She doesn’t think you are old at all, and she said so. , no betrothal gift is required, just move the tithe of the house, tonight You can live here, just think about it, you will slip under the quilt at night..."
Xin Zhuo laughed: "Thank you for your kindness. I am a person who has no intention of starting a family. I can make a medicine and cure it for everyone. It is very satisfying to cure the disease.”
Ma Po's face changed slightly: "You don't like her?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head: "It doesn't matter whether you like her or not. I don't have that intention!"
"Think about it again. ?"
"Don't consider it!"
"Hmph!"
Ma Po stood up and stamped her feet, "Damn old Xin, you stinky old man, you are so smelly and covered with abscesses, and you have such high standards, you deserve to be a bachelor for the rest of your life!"
Turn around and leave.
"Hahaha, Madam Ma, did you accept Widow Li's gift?" Lao Tie's laughter came from next door.
Agou, who ran over with Tweety at some unknown time, also made a grimace and said: "Mr. Ma makes random mistakes, she is shameless, she is shameless..."
"Go, go, go! ..." Madam Ma was so angry that she waved her handkerchief and walked away.
Agou blinked and squatted next to Xin Zhuo and said: "Uncle Xin, what are you talking about today?"
Xin Zhuo thought for a while: "Water Margin, how about it?"
"Okay. Ah, there’s a new story!”
Agou and Tweety jumped for joy and clapped their hands happily.
Xin Zhuo started from the beginning, and before he knew it, the door of the drug store was crowded with people again.
But inadvertently, I found Widow Li standing diagonally across the alley not far away, her face full of resentment, her thin lips trembling.
……
Spring passed and autumn came, cold came and summer came, and six years passed by.
Most of the houses in the town have become dilapidated and dilapidated. The bluestones on the streets are also somewhat uneven. Several mixed-pot shops and breakfast restaurants have long been covered with dark dirt.
Because the town is too remote, most young people go out to make a living, and it is difficult to come back once a year. Only the old and the young are left. Therefore, if the buildings are dilapidated, let them be dilapidated.
In the past six years, more than ten old people have died in the town. The population was already small, so it became even more sparse.
Lao Tie, the man from the clay figurine shop next door, has passed his sixtieth year this year, and his bones are still quite strong. However, the year before last, his son-in-law's business had grown so much that he had an outhouse. When his daughter came to see him, he was dismissed because he could not lay eggs. The husband broke his leg, and the old man was furious. He came to the house to explain his theory and was criticized. From then on, he became taciturn and had many more gray hairs on his head.
The son of Wang Mazi, who is across the street, got into trouble last year and was wanted by the government. He almost got involved. He is not very talkative these days.
Widow Li, who is over forty years old, is still the same. She opens and closes her thin lips every day and talks non-stop. Only at night can the neighbors faintly hear her crying.
The latest row of numbers on the wall of the drug store is 49.
Ten years have passed, and few people remember that Dr. Xin is from outside. They all regard him as a native of Langxian Town.
"Pah! Pata!"
Xin Zhuo sat on a broken horse in front of the medicine shop, throwing herbal seeds. There were more frowns on his face, and most of his hair was white. , one after another with abscesses on his body, exuding a fishy odor.
And his temper has become particularly bad this year. He often gets angry and throws things, which scares the neighbors and old neighbors and basically refuses to get close except to ask for necessary medicine.
“Crack!”
At this time, Xin Zhuo suddenly threw the medicine jar away for no reason, smashing it into pieces and scattering the herbal seeds he had just collected on the ground.
Xiao Huang, who was lying on the side, was startled. He quickly ran to the corner with his tail between his legs and looked back dryly.
Several neighbors passing by also trembled in fright, and hurriedly smiled and said: "Doctor Xin, calm down, calm down."
After saying that, he ran away as if running away. . Xin Zhuo took a long breath, closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and a trace of the nine-color zhenqi condensed to the extreme flashed past.
The third of the five declines of heaven and man is "confused thoughts", and it was successfully broken three months ago!
For more than ten years, I have broken through three major realms in a row. The alchemy sea in my body has gradually solidified. The nine-color Qi is extremely majestic. The two rivers of Qi are wide and unreasonable. The martial arts barrier has gradually disappeared. It turned into the extremely terrifying Tai Chi yin and yang, the power of life and death!
He didn’t know what happened to the other warriors who were in the fifth and third decline of heaven, but it was no exaggeration to say that his power of disillusionment of life and death could destroy the martial arts barrier of a Hunyuan Zhoutian warrior. .
It seems like we are one step closer to reaching the other side.
It’s just that time passed too slowly, so slowly that he had to endure the torture of aging, exhaustion and death, and the pain of festering all over his body day by day.
In particular, during this period, people in the fifth and third declines have many thoughts, moody tempers, and dull and unreasonable tempers. Only by venting frequently can the pain be alleviated.
"Uncle Xin!"
At this time, a strong young man from a distance ran over in big strides. When he got there, he sat down and panted. He was 16 years old this year. Agou is now no shorter than Xin Zhuo, with a strong build, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a dignified appearance. Apart from being a little dark, anyone who sees him will praise him as a good young man.
Over the years, outsiders have respected or feared Xin Zhuo, but this kid is like a dog-skin plaster. In addition to following his father to buy goods, he also sticks to Uncle Xin to tell stories, or help pack herbs, and learn to write by the way. I also learned a lot of truth.
Xin Zhuo glanced at him: "I'm afraid something will happen today!"
Agou looked at him and suddenly knelt down with a "pop", his eyes were red: "Uncle Xin, help me!"
Xin Zhuo sighed: "Say it."
Agou bit him Gritting his teeth: "I asked my father to go to the pavilion chief's house to propose marriage, but my father didn't want to. Uncle Xin is highly respected in the town, so Ting I respect you greatly, can you help me? In my heart, you are just like my father."
Agou and Cui'er, the daughter of the pavilion's family, have been childhood sweethearts in the town. As everyone knows, even though the pavilion director's family strongly opposed it, the two children could not bear to have private meetings from time to time.
Now that we have reached the age of talking about marriage, it is time to have a result, but...
Xin Zhuo sighed again: "There are many good girls. Xiaomiao in the east and Huahua in the south are all about the same age as you. As long as you nod your head, the uncle will help you. It's not in vain that you always come to help." !”
The eldest son of the pavilion chief’s family went to the county town to work as an official in the past two years. Now he is approaching his thirties, and it is time to climb up. The pavilion chief has already betrothed his daughter Cui’er to him. The whole town knew that Xu Lingyin was a concubine, but this silly boy was kept in the dark.
With Xin Zhuo's current cultivation level, he only needs to move his fingers to betroth Agou to a princess, let alone a mere pavilion chief's daughter or a lingyin.
It’s a pity that the secret scriptures of Buddhism, heaven and man’s will, marriage, birth, old age, illness and death are like wind, frost, rain and snow, they are all determined, how can they be mixed up without reason?
Although he does not believe in such things as cause and effect, in the past ten years of seclusion, he has fully understood how terrifying the super sect, the holy land, and the cave are to mortals. His own karma will not be the same for Agou and the others in ten lifetimes. Unbearable.
"Uncle Xin, without Cui'er, I will die..."
Agou begged bitterly.
Xin Zhuo's face became sullen, his thoughts were racing, and he couldn't help scolding: "Listen to the stories I have told you for many years, there are some truths you should understand, some things cannot be forced, you are just a bastard The son of the shop owner, Song Tingzhang is already an official, and he is not from the right family, so why bother? "You bastard!"
Agou finally burst into tears, stepped back cowardly, got up and ran away.
“Alas!”
Two old neighbors next door, Lao Tie and Wang Mazi, came over at some point and said: "I knew it was inappropriate, and someone also said it, but this silly boy didn't listen to advice."
Xin Zhuo remained silent, Continue to collect herbs.
Lao Tie lit up his cigarette and said, "How about a drink tonight, bro?"
Xin Zhuo then paused: "How about Lao Baigan from Chang County?"
< br>Wang Mazi laughed: "Okay, okay!"
...
Three days later, dusk.
A festive sound of suona came from far away from the official road in the east of the town, breaking the tranquility of the town.
Neighbors poured into the streets and looked around.
Soon a bright red wedding team entered the town like a long dragon, accompanied by noisy drums and music. The leader was an old man riding a tall horse, with a fat head and big ears, and a sinewy face. His eyes narrowed. With a cunning look on his face, he is the butler of Ling Yin... here.
For a mere concubine, sending a housekeeper here is already a huge favor.
The pavilion chief and his family personally sent the newly dressed bride, Cui'er, to the sedan chair.
Cui'er is now standing tall and graceful, wearing a red robe and bridal makeup, which makes her even more handsome and charming. However, there are two lines of helpless tears hanging on her little face. She always opens the sedan curtain and looks at a person. direction.
The neighbors all know that there is the grocery store Agou’s home.
Thinking of Ling Yin's old age and cruelty, and of Ah Gou, the neighbors couldn't help but shed tears.
After a while, the sedan chair left. When it left the town and was almost out of sight, a young man staggered after it, chasing it very, very far... until he fell in the dust.
Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang watched silently. There were some things that he really couldn't get involved in. Without him, this thing would still happen.
He could only look at Xiao Huang and said: "Bao Cuier is not naked, let's see if this kid has any future."
Xiao Huang smiled evilly.
(End of this chapter)