Lao Hei and Zhang Fu were silent at the same time. Lao Hei sighed: "I'm afraid I can't be able to suffer this year. The internal organs are cracked and I have coughed up blood every day recently. Dr. Lu gave me two medications, saying that it is a treatment of symptoms but not the root cause."

Zhou Gan couldn't speak anymore. These internal organs are the most fragile part of the human body. Not to mention ordinary people, they are even the characters who have washed away the marrow in the Yijing in the world. If there is a problem here, it will be the result of completely losing martial arts. Therefore, people in the martial arts world are masters of health preservation and medical studies.

"How long can I last?" Zhou Gan said slowly.

"In less than half a month." Zhang Fu said in a low voice.

"Haha!" Lao Hei smiled heroically and said, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm in the world. When our ancestors lived on the grassland, they sang such a poem. Before I grow old, I will ride a horse and walk to the end of the earth. Before I grow old, I will travel to the nomadic grassland and eat the fattest cattle and sheep. Before I die, I will marry the most beautiful girl and give birth to the strongest boy. In this way, I can close my eyes, feel the call of the deceased god, and return to the embrace of the darkness!"

Lao Hei's tone was vast and empty, bringing Zhou Gan and Zhang Fu into an empty and lonely state. Zhou Gan and Zhang Fu felt refreshed at the same time, as if they were no longer caring about birth, old age, sickness and death. However, Zhou Gan felt a little unwilling to accept it. Is this birth, old age, sickness and death really a fate that his family must experience? With the sword in his hand, can't he cut a path?

"No matter how the master is in a state of illness, I will make the Qingzhu porridge for the master!" Zhang Fu said firmly.

"I'll help too!" Zhou Gan also said.

"Haha, young people should do this!" Lao Hei laughed and said with relief.

Thousands of feet above Luodu City, a flame sword light shuttled back and forth among hundreds of sword energy. The flame was red and purple, which was purple true fire. It was a powerful magic that only after a qi practitioner could survive a heavenly disaster. Everything was not burning. The man practiced the "Purple Mansion Sutra", one of the six secret passages of Emei, to the realm of the thirteenth level of fire, and there seemed to be a pair of faces in the fire light, laughing, scolding, and chattering. With a single point of the flame sword light, hundreds of flame figures pounced on the sword energy like ripples, eating and spitting, and in the blink of an eye, the sword energy condensed to the extreme was broken.

The person who used sword energy probably saw that the situation was not good, and a yellow and old gourd escaped from the void. Thousands of green sword energy were sprayed out of the mouth of the gourd to surround the flames, and dozens of sword formations were arranged in the void. The giant beasts and long snakes were faintly swelling on the formation, and the fire flame figure rushed left and right, but could not escape.

The man was hesitating whether to use another method or explode these dozens of flame clones. Unexpectedly, the person who used sword energy to use had already taken the lead. The sword energy condensed and shrank into black hairs. Thousands of blue hairs were extremely sharp and were approaching the magical realm of "sword energy turning into silk" in the sword immortal. After twisting back and forth, the flame clones were stirred into a rolling wave of fire. The person from the "Purple House Classic" groaned, obviously a strange move, and a secret magic trick. The rolling waves immediately gathered in one direction and gradually condensed into a giant flame god, fierce and fierce, with a sudden eye and fang, armor covering the body, and a pair of giant hands that were more than ten feet in size, sucked towards the sword formation.

"Hehe! The true body of the Great Sun!? This is a realm that only exists in the 14th level of the "Purple Mansion Sutra". The old Taoist will not play." The cunning voice of the drunk Taoist priest came from the gourd, and then the yellow gourd turned into a blue sword light to escape towards Luodu. Flying with the sword is the only way for the sword immortals. The Xuanxiao sword escape of the Qingcheng Sect is one of the best. There are few Taoist techniques that can be compared. Although the "Purple Mansion Sutra" is extremely powerful, it is indeed not good at flying methods. The giant flame god had to turn around and turn into an old man with red robe and snorted angrily.

"Tian Puzi! You watched it so lively!"

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

The man said helplessly: "What's the grudge between your Qingcheng Sect and the Emei Sect? What's the matter with my Dragon Tiger and Maoshan Sect? Besides, I agree with the plan to use the son of Jinwu as bait and lead the snake to mobilize. The drunk Taoist priest just took the opportunity to complain. The seven major sects have always been in the same spirit. Do not destroy the friendship between the master for these trivial matters!"

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

"This is the friend Tianhuo," Tian Puzi shook his head helplessly and said, "I am becoming more and more arrogant!"

"Master Hei, you said there is less fragrance in this porridge, but there are many kinds of fragrances, including the fragrance of medicinal materials, the fragrance of plants and the fragrance of food, which one is it?"

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

"Not good! No good! The master vomits blood again!" A panicked fat man broke into the door, and was also one of Yi Shan's registered disciples. Shao Gong Jiangnan's unshuang's intentions were common.

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

"Yes, but at noon, the master suddenly struggled to water the flowers in the yard. We apprentices also persuaded us, and we didn't dare to disobey the master. We also felt that it would be fine if we went out for a walk occasionally. Who knew that the master had just left the house..."

"You trash!" Lao Hei scolded angrily.

The three of them rushed to Yishen's house. Yishen on the bed had already become thinner and could not return to his original image of a childish face, like a dry rotten wood.

"Some are quiet!" The famous doctor Lu Xu frowned. Seeing a flash of surprise in Zhou Qian's eyes, Zhou Qian shook his head gently, and Lu Xu nodded with some understanding.

"Master Yishen may not be able to survive for three days," Lu Xu sighed. "The old disease recurred and the old and weakened, so Lu had no choice. I can provide a pair of medicine to make it less painful before Master Yishen dies."

Everyone beside the bed was suddenly in despair, and several old men with white hair were already crying, and even Lao Hei sighed. Zhang Fu pushed everyone away and rushed out of the house.

"I'll go chase!" Zhou Qian said quickly, and after passing the courtyard, he smelled a familiar and faint fragrance again.

But he found Zhang Fu in the kitchen hall, and the pots and pans were placed in a mess. Zhang Fu's eyes were dull and he muttered in his mouth that he didn't know what to say. But the things he cooked were greatly out of standard, and even ordinary people were not as good as those of them.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Qian frowned.

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

‘Bang!’ Zhou Qian slapped Zhang Fu on the face and slapped Zhang Fu to the ground: “Enough! Master Yishen 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 crying: "Master, Master, he can't live long! I actually haven't even fulfilled his last wish. I deserve to die! I'm incompetent!"

"There is still time! There is still a chance!" Zhou Gan said word by word.

"Is it too late? It's too late!" Zhang Fu said depressedly.

"Do your best, follow your destiny, do your best! Do your best!" Zhou Gan said in a deep voice.

"Help me!" Zhang Fu begged.

Zhou Gan nodded fiercely, as if challenging this unfair fate.

"How are the children?" Yi Shan opened her tired eyes and looked at the half-black night sky outside the window, saying hoarsely.

"Let's go and rest!" Lao Hei quickly helped Yi Shan up and leaned against the cushion. Several old chefs who were watching the night also surrounded him and asked about his well-being.

"Temur, do I have less time?" Yi Shan said softly: "I feel half-stepped into the grave."

Lao Hei was speechless for a moment, and Yi Shan said softly again: "Help me get up, I want to go out for a walk, it's the last time."

Several people dissuaded him, but he had to let him. Yi Shan was gently supported by Lao Hei. He smelled the faint fragrance of flowers in the courtyard and said slowly: "The Jingxiang Building was built by you and me. I should have given it to you after I died, but your identity is shameless, so there is a gambling battle. Do you think about Zhang Fu or your boy Zhou?"

"None of these two people are suitable!" Lao Hei shook his head, "Zhang Fu is too rebellious and has the vanity of a young man. It is really not enough to be a chef, but a shopkeeper. Zhou Ganxin is not here and has no idea of ​​inheriting Jingxianglou. Besides, Zhou Xun's great swordsman would not agree, his baby apprentice will be a chef for the rest of his life."

"Haha," Yi Shan smiled, "I thought you didn't know Zhou Xiaoyou's identity, so I'd known it a long time ago!"

"That person was the God of Killing that made my clan scared back then. How could I not know that the name of Zhou Gan and his martial arts are like Zhou Xun's disciples circulating in the world. How could I not care!" Lao Hei smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Who knew that this guy actually went to Jingxianglou to learn cooking, it was really..."

"It can be said that one report is over and one report!" Yi Shan also smiled. "Why is the Chentang lit up?" Yi Shan suddenly asked in confusion.

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

"Qi Huanzhi! What the hell are you doing? Why did you ask you to cut a dish for so long?"

"Fatty, isn't your three spoonfuls of water rolling and rolling is called the first spoonful of Jiangnan? You can't get the Qingping Soup inappropriate way?"

"Senior Brother Fourth, Brother Pu Yuan, aren't you the best person to look at human ecstasy? Why haven't you guessed the master's ecstasy yet?"

There are 67 people in Jingxiang Tower. Everyone is busy and sweating profusely. Li Sanshan, who is commanding, is hoarse, but everyone is still meticulous, or do their best to complete their own work.

"They are not giving up!" Lao Hei said softly with his ears, "I still want to make you a small green bamboo porridge from thirty years ago."

"This intention, this intention tastes thousands or hundreds of times better than any food!" Yi Shan said with a trembling voice.
Chapter completed!