Xiang Yu's face was dull, looking at the Lingzhi in his hand, he saw the preciousness of this Lingzhi, don't say that a car money, even a hundred taels of gold can't be exchanged, he hesitated for a moment, picked up the thousand-year-old ice Lingzhi, and handed it to Chu Ye.

"Brother Chu, this thousand-year-old ice lingzhi is worth at least one hundred taels of gold, I can't stand it!"

Chu Ye didn't take back the Ganoderma lucidum, just smiled and said, "Use this Lingzhi to make wine, I'll visit you another day and give me a few jars!"

When Xiang Yu heard this, he looked stunned, and he was not hypocritical, he did not insist on sending the Lingzhi back, but put it in his arms, and said with a smile: "Okay, then the brother must go to my house another day, when the time comes, don't say a few jars of wine, even if it is dozens of jars, I will give it to you!"

When Chu Ye heard this, he smiled slightly, and said, "Okay, when the time comes, Brother Xiang Yu won't be cheating!"

Yang Hao also laughed on the side, coughed lightly, and said: "Chu Ye, Brother Xiang Yu is a man of temperament, how can you be a fool, you are a gentleman with the heart of a villain!"

Everyone smiled when they heard this, they knew it was a joke, but it made them happy.

Xiang Yu drove the carriage away, he went to the south of the city, Chu Ye and Yang Hao stood in place, the smiles on their faces lingered for a long time. For hundreds of years, the moment I stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, this kind of happiness was rarely felt, or in other words, for hundreds of years, there was no happiness at all, only pain and revenge.

They cultivate immortals, learn powerful supernatural powers, and make themselves strong, but just like Yang Hao said, what are they cultivating immortals for?

Cultivating immortals, the strength becomes strong, in the eyes of secular people, they are immortals, flying over, they will be said to be immortals, if they are seen by mortals, they will carve out a statue of that person, and be worshipped. Every day, people ask for signatures and make wishes, but those who cultivate immortals, they can't even fulfill their wishes, how can they care about the wishes of those mortals?

Worldly people. Although the wish cannot be fulfilled, it is also a kind of sustenance, they are happy in the sustenance, but what about the people who cultivate immortals? There is not even sustenance......

Chu Ye sighed lightly, and Yang Hao also sighed lightly. glanced at the other party, and said lightly: "I cultivated immortals, but I forgot the happiness of the world, and I gained strength from cultivating immortals, but I lost more ......."

Chu Ye and Yang Hao finally went to Nancheng, they walked on the official road of the capital, the official road of the capital is wider than that of Charm City, it is very lively here, and there are some ordinary people on the roadside. Candy sellers, sugar gourd sellers, steamed bun sellers, purse sellers, mask sellers......

In addition to those on the side of the road, Chu Ye also saw some dignitaries, they were swaggering on the official road, and everyone who saw them was very scared and retreated.

A quarreling couple, the man begging bitterly. Wanting the woman to stay, he tearfully asked why he left...... Also, the blacksmith shop next to it was very loud. The cloth village on the opposite side is also crowded with people, shouting constantly.

"This is the happiness of mortals......" Chu Ye watched all this all the way, his state of mind became more peaceful, and even he didn't notice that the spiritual power on the periphery of his body was spinning wildly, and his experience value was silent. In the rapid increase.

Just when Chu Ye and Yang Hao were silent in this worldly tranquility, a cry suddenly came from a distance, and in a corner of the official road, a middle-aged woman, holding a boy with a blue face, kept suffering.

"Please, lords, save my child, he suffers from a cold, if he is not treated, he will die, please lords, I will kowtow to you, I only ask you to save my child, please!!"

The old woman cried out in pain as she held the child in her arms and slammed it to the ground.

There were many people watching her, and they all looked indifferent, and there was not even a trace of pity in their eyes. One of them, Fu Jia, walked out slowly, with a big belly, and asked, "Wind chill?"

"Please, please, please, save my child!" the woman heard Fu Jia's voice, and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Fu Jia's trouser legs.

The rich man looked disgusted, and directly kicked the woman's hand away, causing the other party's hand to hit the wall on the side, and suddenly it was red and swollen, but the woman didn't feel pain, and quickly got up, continued to kowtow, and begged someone to help his son.

In the end, when the last person left, no one was willing to help them, and the only one who reached out to help was a rich boy who looked like he was only about ten years old, and threw out three cents.

Chu Ye looked at the woman and looked at the child in her arms, he could see at a glance what kind of wind and cold it was, it was clearly an invasion of evil qi, it was estimated that it was perennial malnutrition, and the dampness and cold at home were heavy, so he was infected with evil qi, and ordinary doctors could not treat it.

It can be said that if this child did not have special medicine or if he was treated by a monk of the rank of elixir, he would definitely die.

In the past, Chu Ye would never care about such a thing, but now, since he has chosen to retreat, then he must completely retreat to the world and experience worldly emotions.

His demonic nature turned into a magic pill, and he was suppressed by the Five Dao Yuan Infant to be able to stay awake, and he wanted to take this opportunity to completely change his state of mind.

Chu Ye walked over slowly, and in the despair on the old woman's face, he said softly, "Can I try?"

The old woman was already on the verge of despair, and when she heard Chu Ye's words at this moment, her eyes suddenly widened, she grabbed Chu Ye's shoulders and said tremblingly: "You, can you really save my child?"

Chu Ye's face remained unchanged, and he was not annoyed by the other party's rudeness, because the other party was standing in the perspective of a mother, and Chu Ye could feel the heart of saving the child.

"I can do it!" Chu Ye smiled, his eyes full of confidence, and said, "Trust me!"

The old woman's eyes shone with unprecedented light, it was an invisible power, that kind of power, which made Chu Ye feel a little confused, but there was also a trace of enlightenment, but he just couldn't grasp it.

Yang Hao looked at all this, and slowly stepped forward, and said, "Auntie, he is Langzhong, let him help take a look!"

The light in the old woman's eyes became brighter, he looked at Chu Ye, burst into tears excitedly, nodded his head constantly, and finally knelt down directly and kowtowed to Chu Ye.

Chu Ye stopped him, shook his head, and said, "No need to do this, I am Langzhong, and it is my duty to treat diseases and save people!"

The woman looked at Chu Ye and began to sob, Lang Zhong didn't know why she heard these two words, she wanted to cry, in this city, all Lang Zhong is for money, no one will treat others for free, the two words Chu Ye said are like jokes! )