The mountainous area in northwest China is like a primitive area, with no roads, no cars, and very few people.
Surrounded by mountains, there is a lonely thatched house. There are many medicinal herbs planted in the open space outside the thatched house, and the fragrance of medicine is overflowing.
There is not much space in the thatched house, only a bed and a desk. The desk is filled with books and various kinds of papyrus.
At this time, an old man with white hair and beard was lying on the bed. His eyes were closed and his face was peaceful.
A young man who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old was sitting beside the bed.
"Xiao Xia, I really envy you. You only lived for eighty-one years and you can pass away peacefully." Fang Yu looked at the old man who had just passed away on the bed and said to himself with a smile.
"Oh, I'm miserable. I don't know how many more years I have to live before I can reach my height." Fang Yu sighed, with pain in his eyes and more helplessness.
It has been nearly five thousand years since he entered the path of cultivation.
During these long years, Fang Yu could not die, and his realm could never move forward one step further.
After practicing for nearly five thousand years, he is still in the Qi refining stage!
That's right, the Qi refining period! The most basic state of cultivation!
According to strict standards, the Qi refining period cannot even be regarded as a realm, but can only be regarded as a period of body refining.
Only after building the foundation can one truly step into the path of cultivating immortality.
But Fang Yu has been stuck in the Qi refining stage, unable to move forward.
Over the past thousands of years, he had swallowed tens of thousands of Foundation Establishment Pills, but they had no effect at all.
A thousand years ago, Fang Yu's master comforted him, saying that it was because his spiritual roots were stronger than anyone else's, so he had to wait longer in refining qi.
But a thousand years have passed, and Fang Yu still cannot break through to the foundation building stage.
At this time, his master also felt that there was a mistake. Fang Yu was actually just a mortal with no spiritual roots?
But how could a mortal live for thousands of years without even showing signs of aging?
Later, Fang Yu's master succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, ascended to immortality, and left the earth.
After that, no one cared about Fang Yu's state.
As time goes by, the spiritual energy resources on the earth become increasingly scarce.
On today's earth, even if Fang Yu can break through the realm, he is destined to be unable to overcome the calamity and become an immortal.
But Fang Yu never thought about overcoming the tribulation and becoming an immortal. He just wanted to break through this damn Qi refining period!
This is his obsession.
As of today, he has reached the 9832nd level of the Qi Refining Stage. As for ordinary monks, as long as they reach the 12th level, they can break through to the Foundation Building Stage.
When he thought about cultivation, Fang Yu felt a little depressed.
He took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at the papyrus on the desk filled with various prescriptions.
"If I had known you would become such a drug addict, I shouldn't have taught you medical skills back then!" Fang Yu shook his head gently and said helplessly.
According to Xiaoxia's last wish, he wanted to sort out these prescriptions and take them away.
Not long after he started tidying up, he heard some noisy footsteps. He immediately raised his head and looked in a direction outside the window of the thatched cottage.
Xiao Xia has built a thatched cottage in a place like this, but someone can still find it?
Fang Yu frowned slightly.
Ten minutes later, the group arrived in front of the thatched cottage.
There were seven people in total, including two young men and women, an old man in a wheelchair, and four strong men in suits and ties, who looked like bodyguards.
Seeing the old man sitting in a wheelchair exuding a lifeless aura, Fang Yu knew that this group of people must have come to seek medical treatment.
"Xia Yaoshen, hello, my name is Tang Feng. We are from the Tang family in the south of the Yangtze River. We would like to ask you to give me..." The handsome young man stepped forward and said loudly.
Fang Yu opened the door and interrupted him.
"You are late. Xia Xiuzhi just passed away not long ago."
What!?
The expressions of everyone present changed.
Xia Xiuzhi, the Medicine God they were looking for... actually passed away!?
"How, how could..." Tang Feng turned pale and looked at Fang Yu blankly.
In order to cure Mr. Tang's serious illness, they used the entire family's resources and spent a lot of manpower and material resources to find out the location of Xia Xiuzhi, the Medicine God who had been away from the world for nearly twenty years.
After all the hardships, they finally found the thatched cottage where Xia Xiuzhi lived, but unexpectedly, what they got was this news!
"How could it be such a coincidence? We just found... No, Xia Yaoshen is definitely not dead. He just avoided the world and didn't want to see us!" The delicate-looking young girl said excitedly with her beautiful eyes red.
"Yes! The God of Medicine must still be in the thatched cottage!" Tang Feng walked directly into the thatched cottage with hope in his eyes.
Then, he saw Xia Xiuzhi lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
Tang Feng observed carefully and found that the old man on the bed was indeed not breathing.
"Why, how could this happen..." Tang Feng felt that his hope was shattered and he lost all his strength.
"I said, Xia Xiuzhi has passed away, you can go back." Fang Yu frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied with Tang Feng's behavior of breaking into the thatched cottage.
Tang Feng suddenly thought of something, turned to look at Fang Yu, and asked: "Are you the disciple of the God of Medicine? You must have inherited the medical skills of the God of Medicine. You can treat our grandfather's illness. As long as it can be cured, no matter how many
We are willing to pay the money!"
Fang Yu shook his head and said, "I'm not his disciple... I'm just an old friend of his."
In fact, strictly speaking, Fang Yu is Xia Xiuzhi's master.
Xia Xiuzhi, who was only fifteen years old at the time, embarked on the path of medicine under the guidance of Fang Yu. Of course, there was no need to say these words, and no one would believe them.
However, even this statement from an old friend seems strange.
Fang Yu looks less than 20 years old, while Xia Xiuzhi is over 80 years old. They are not in the same age group at all, how can they be called old friends?
However, no one thought about it at this time. The whole group was immersed in the despair of dashed hope.
After hearing the news of Xia Xiuzhi's death, Mr. Tang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, completely lost his life and his eyes turned gray.
God's will! His destiny has come! There is no need to struggle anymore!
When the young girl saw her grandfather like this, she was very sad and couldn't stop her tears from flowing down.
Fang Yu frowned slightly, looked at Mr. Tang, and suddenly said: "You have lived for seventy-three years, you must have lived enough, why do you still want to live?"
Hearing this sentence, everyone was stunned, wondering how Fang Yu knew Mr. Tang's age.
But after hearing Fang Yu's words, their expressions changed.
Enough?
Where in this world can anyone live enough?
What does it mean!?
Provocation? Ridicule?
"You bastard, what do you mean!?" Tang Feng's face was ashen and he punched Fang Yu in the chest.
Fang Yu's eyes moved slightly but his body didn't move.
"boom!"
Before Tang Feng's fist touched Fang Yu, he was hit by a huge force. He flew backwards and fell to the ground.
The expressions of other people present changed drastically and they were shocked.
It was clearly Tang Feng who punched, but the boy didn't even move. Why did Tang Feng fall to the ground instead?
"Brother!" the pretty girl screamed.
The four bodyguards reacted and immediately took a few steps forward and walked in front of Fang Yu.
"Don't do anything!" Mr. Tang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, ordered in a hoarse voice.
The four bodyguards immediately stopped.
Tang Feng covered his chest, got up from the ground, and looked at Fang Yu with horrified eyes.
"Little brother, we are rude, may I ask what your name is?" Mr. Tang asked.
"Fang Yu." Fang Yu replied.
Mr. Tang nodded slightly and said, "Little brother, you asked me why I still want to live. I can give you an answer."
"Because, I want to continue to accompany my family. I want to watch my grandchildren grow up, watch them get married and start a business, watch them give birth to offspring... Isn't that what everyone is like? Watching from generation to generation." Mr. Tang smiled.
He said.
"Grandpa..." After hearing Mr. Tang's words, the girl on the side cried even more sadly.
family……
Fang Yu's eyes moved slightly.
For him, family is a long time ago, but for mortals, family has always existed, generation after generation.
And for the vast majority of mortals, who wouldn’t want to live longer?
"You are in the late stage of lung cancer. You have less than three months to live. Enjoy the last period of your life." Fang Yu said, turned back to the thatched cottage, and closed the door.
As for the Tang family, they were stunned.
How could Fang Yu tell at a glance that Mr. Tang had lung cancer? And just as the doctors said, Mr. Tang only had less than three months left to live?
He is indeed the disciple of the God of Medicine!
After reacting, Tang Feng knocked on the door of the thatched cottage again and shouted: "Mr. Fang, you are definitely the disciple of the God of Medicine, right? Please treat my grandfather, let's..."
"Life and death matter. Leave here immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." Fang Yu's calm voice came from the thatched house.
"Doctors are kindhearted, how can you ignore death..." Tang Feng said angrily.
"Feng'er, come back." Mr. Tang said.
"Grandpa!" Tang Feng's eyes turned red and he turned to look at Mr. Tang.
"Little brother is right, life and death are determined by destiny. God wants me to die, how can I not die? Let's go." Mr. Tang said.
"Little brother, I respect Mr. Xia very much. I didn't expect that Mr. Xia has passed away... Our arrival today has disturbed Mr. Xia. I am very sorry. I hope that Mr. Xia's spirit in heaven will not blame me." Mr. Tang said sincerely again
said.
After saying that, he greeted the group of people and turned around to leave.
Although Tang Feng was unwilling to give in, since Mr. Tang gave the order, he had no choice but to leave.
On the way back, everyone was silent and the atmosphere was gloomy.
Tang Feng noticed that his sister beside him was thoughtful, frowned and asked, "Xiaorou, what are you thinking about?"
Tang Xiaorou frowned slightly and murmured: "I always feel... this Fang Yu looks a bit familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere."
"How is this possible? This is our first time in the northwest region. How could you have met this Fang Yu?" Tang Feng said.
"That's right...but I really feel a bit familiar." Tang Xiaorou rubbed her temples and said.
Tang Feng was in a bad mood and ignored Tang Xiaorou, thinking that she had mistakenly recognized the person.
However, after walking a few more steps, Tang Xiaorou suddenly stopped.