The Supreme Arrow pierced through the ages, like a white horse passing through the gap, setting off endless ripples of Taoism.
Ye Wuque stood in the Supreme Arrow, his face was calm at the moment, but his eyes were flickering.
He has long been used to separation.
Along the way, he has experienced so much, so much that perhaps he can hardly remember it.
But as he said to the little fat man, every parting is for a better reunion.
"Ancestor Tianling, have you discovered my true realm?"
This was the thought that ran through Ye Wuque's mind at this moment.
Otherwise, what is "the best place for you right now"?
Moreover, Patriarch Tianling seemed to feel the desire and confusion in his heart.
Ye Wuque couldn't be sure about this at the moment. Only by getting to that place might he be able to understand the thoughts of Patriarch Tianling.
Ye Wuque was full of expectations for this.
Swish, swish, swish!
The Supreme Arrow took him across endless distances, across many eras in the blink of an eye, and it was almost to the extreme, as if it had set off waves of eternity, making people unable to comprehend and lingering over it.
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Three months later.
Light City.
This is an ancient city of medium size, with many mortals living in the city.
Dengming City is divided into twenty-eight streets.
Among them, twenty of the streets are the most prosperous and are located in the wealthy areas of the city. The remaining eight streets are very different in terms of location and prosperity.
Regardless of whether they are travelers, tourists or practitioners from outside the country, even if they pass by the "Dengming City", they will stop at the bustling 20 streets and will not come close to the remaining eight streets of poverty.
Therefore, the remaining eight streets of poverty were occupied by ordinary poor mortals, which were equivalent to a world of their own. Instead, they looked contented and contented, living and working in peace and contentment.
At this time, it was the middle of winter.
The heavy snow that fell all night finally stopped early in the morning.
But the pitted ground had already been covered with thick snow, reflecting the void and glowing light.
Qingfeng Street.
One of the eight streets of poverty.
No matter whether it is a violent storm or a combination of frost and snow, ordinary people cannot stop them from getting up early and going out early to start the day's work and exchange for a few taels of silver.
"Chicken soup wontons... Fragrant and delicious chicken soup wontons..."
"Dough noodles! Good noodles!"
"Fried dough sticks with soy milk! One bite of fried dough sticks and one mouthful of hot soy milk will keep you warm all day long!"
"Big buns with shredded radish! Big buns with pickled vegetables! Just out of the cage! Big steamed buns that are hot!"
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On Qingfeng Street, stalls have been set up selling hot things since dawn.
The day's plan begins in the morning.
For people who have to work all day to make money, breakfast is very important.
Therefore, there are scattered people at these stalls.
However, more people just take a second look and smell the aroma a few more times when passing by, and then greedily take out the cold and hard dry biscuits in their arms and drink them with lukewarm water.
Eat it to replenish energy.
The world is tough and making money is not easy.
The steaming breakfast stalls on both sides of the street were not affordable for poor people like them who crowded in the alleys of Qingfeng Street.
It’s good to have a home-made pancake that can barely fill you up.
The ground covered with heavy snow had long been trampled by people coming and going, but it was very slippery after freezing, and many people accidentally slipped and fell. Their embarrassed appearance made everyone laugh.
Shops on both sides of the street also opened their doors one after another, which seemed to indicate that another busy day was coming.
There is an inconspicuous storefront in the middle of the main street on the left side of Qingfeng Street. It looks like a drug store.
It looks quite new, obviously it just opened not long ago.
The name of the shop is quite poetic...
Maple Leaf Pharmacy.
At this moment, the drug store also opened its doors, and a man who looked to be in his twenties and was wearing a large coat to keep out the cold walked out. He took a feather duster and brushed off the ice shards that had frozen overnight on the door.
This young man looks fair and handsome, especially his eyes, which are peaceful and bright, but his face is always a little pale, as if his health is not very good, and he seems to be recovering from a serious illness.
Although he was covered by a big coat, it was still vaguely possible to tell that this young man must be tall and slender.
But I don’t know why, but when I look at it carefully, it feels ordinary.
The young man swept away the snow and ice debris at the door. After opening for business, he took a look at the morning sun with a feather duster in his hand and showed a faint smile.
This scene was seen by many people on Qingfeng Street. They stared intently and even whispered.
"Is this the new shopkeeper Ye?"
"Yes! Maple Leaf Pharmacy has just opened a month ago. The medicines there are said to be very effective and not expensive!"
"It is said that Shopkeeper Ye has a good heart. He not only sells medicines, but also has extremely good medical skills and has saved many people! The wife of the backdoor Wang Laosan had a high fever a few nights ago and was about to kick her legs!
I was so frightened that Wang Laosan almost knelt down when he knocked on the door all night long.
I was pregnant, and I didn’t know what to do. When the shopkeeper Ye found out about it in the middle of the night, he followed her directly. It is said that after giving some medicine and pricking her with a silver needle a few times, Mrs. Wang, Laosan and I miraculously recovered.
Today I can go to the ground and do laundry!"
"It's so amazing!"
"Of course, the news has spread all over Qingfeng Street! Many people call Shopkeeper Ye the 'Living Bodhisattva'!"
"Such a powerful doctor and shopkeeper has come to Qingfeng Street. Only by going to those bustling streets can he make a lot of money!"
"I don't understand! Maybe this is the realm of an expert! Look at the name of this 'Maple Leaf Pharmacy', it's very unusual!"
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Shopkeeper Ye opened the door and walked back into the drug store carrying the feather duster.
Gululu!
At this moment, in a corner of the medicine shop, there is a small medicine stove that seems to be gradually boiling. Steam is constantly coming out, and a spicy but light medicinal smell is constantly exuding.
Shopkeeper Ye glanced at the small medicine stove and nodded lightly.
"Shopkeeper Ye! Shopkeeper Ye!"
At this moment, a boy who was only eleven or twelve years old and wearing tattered clothes ran into the drug store carefully holding a bowl of steaming chicken soup wontons.
Although the young man was dressed in rags, his face was red and sweating profusely, but his smile was filled with deep gratitude and embarrassment.
When he stepped into the medicine shop, the young man became cautious. When he saw Shopkeeper Ye, he showed deep gratitude and stuttered: "Shopkeeper Ye, this, this is a bowl I bought for you.
Chicken soup wontons, if you don’t mind, please have them for breakfast!”
After the young man finished speaking, he raised the chicken soup wontons in his hands with a hint of anxiety.
The boy who lowered his head was filled with gratitude and uneasiness.