In the entire street, the only person who didn't treat Chu Ye as a fool was the one in the tavern opposite, and every day, Xiaohu would come to Chu Ye's house with a hundred medicinal wines, and then look at the fragrant pills.

Those first-grade pills were dispensable and useless for Chu Ye, so as long as Xiaohu came, he would occasionally take out one or two, hand them to Xiaohu, and watch him eat them with satisfaction, looking happy.

This kind of life is very warm, there is no killing and troubles in the previous hundreds of years, and there are no worries, every day with Yang Hao, listening to him read the scriptures, and he is alchemizing on the side.

Time has passed for a long time, on this day, Chu Ye stood next to the Dan furnace, looked at the Dan furnace blackened by the flames, pondered for a moment, and pinched up two leaves from the grass basket on the side, the leaves were very ordinary medicinal materials, belonging to the cool medicine that clears the lungs and heat, Chu Ye threw them into the Dan furnace, and instantly turned into liquid, as Chu Ye patted the Dan furnace, the liquid suddenly condensed and refined into a pill.

Taking out the pill that exuded a cool breath, Chu Ye casually threw it aside, this pill seems to be very good, but it actually belongs to the inferior, strictly calculated, this pill has failed, and it no longer meets Chu Ye's requirements.

Yang Hao looked at Chu Ye, slowly put down the book in his hand, and asked softly, "Pursue perfection?"

"Yes!" Chu Ye raised his head and said with a smile.

"Why do you want to pursue perfection?" Yang Hao lowered his head, glanced at the book in his hand, and then slowly raised it, as if he had deeper questions.

"Because...... What I want is the perfect ......" Chu Ye replied, this time he didn't look up, but took out two herbs from the herb basket on the side, which were wisteria seeds and withered leaf grass, which belonged to detoxification medicine.

Place the two herbs in the Dan furnace. Chu Ye picked up the fan on the side and gently flickered the stove, making the flames in the furnace more intense, and the beating flames were like life, with the wind emitted by the fan. And dancing.

Yang Hao looked at all this, he didn't blink his eyes, and after a long time, he said softly: "Do you see that fire?" They burn hard, but they are not perfect, so they need more time to heat up the Dan furnace ......."

"And your fans, you want to make them perfect, but you can't do it......"

"It's because I can't. I'm going to do my best!" Chu Ye frowned slightly, and for the first time in his calm heart, there was a trace of irritability.

Yang Hao didn't say anything more, he could see that Chu Ye's mood had become unstable. Sitting next to the Dan furnace, Yang Hao quietly looked at the beating flame inside the furnace, how wonderful the flame was beating, but it was also very lonely.

That's it. Chu Ye still insisted on refining the elixir every day, and another year had passed. This year, the snow was heavier, and in the tavern opposite, Xiaohu also grew up to three years old, fell in love with drinking, and learned to make wine.

Over the past year, the number of times Xiaohu has come has gradually decreased. Because he wants to inherit the family business and learn the ancestral wine-making skills, but he still comes to Chu Ye's house every few days with a hundred medicinal wines, drinks wine with Chu Ye, and talks about some anecdotes.

Chu Ye would listen carefully every time. Gradually, his heart calmed down again, and that night the snow outside did not melt, and a strong wind blew, causing the snowflakes to fly.

Outside, all kinds of trees were left with branches, and there was snow and ice on them, because there was always a sound when the wind blew.

The front of Chu Ye's house was also full of snow, the door was wide open, the wind was howling, and the wind and snow blew into the house, making it cold inside the house. Yang Hao sat on the recliner in the room, motionless looking at the book in his hand, in the past three years, his body has been getting worse day by day, and his black hair has been mixed with many white hairs, but on the whole it is quite tough. Compared with Yang Hao, in the past three years, Chu Ye's face has also appeared a trace of wrinkles, and his hair is mixed with a strand of gray hair.

The wind was stronger, the snowflakes were scattered, and a small whirlwind rolled up a large ball of snow and entered the house, Chu Ye looked at the big ball of snow, and did not dodge, let it enter the clothes, feeling the cold breath.

Since the beginning of cultivating immortals, he hadn't felt this natural cold feeling for a long time, the cold of the previous two years, Chu Ye would deliberately dispel it, but this year, he didn't do it, just felt it quietly, and after a long time, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Chu Ye sat in the room for a long time, and at this time, the tavern opposite suddenly lit up, and after only hearing a few mutterings, with a creak, the door on the opposite side was slowly opened, and Xiaohu walked out naked.

He stood at the door, feeling the wind and snow blowing everywhere, and he didn't feel the cold at all, but when he saw Chu Ye's door open, and saw Chu Ye and Yang Hao sitting on a chair and lying on the other and actually falling asleep, he suddenly smiled helplessly.

"Uncle Chu and Uncle Yang are asleep again......" muttered, Xiaohu turned around and went back to the house, took two thick clothes, and then stepped on the snow, gently walked to the gate of Chu Ye, and slowly walked in.

Carefully covering the two of them, Xiaohu slowly walked to the door, closed the door for them, and then groped his way home, lying in the bed.

In the dark night, as Xiaohu entered the house, two figures slowly got up and asked, "Xiaohu, did your Uncle Chu and Uncle Yang fall asleep with the door open again?"

Xiaohu said softly: "Yes, they are not afraid of the cold, and they will sleep with the door closed!"

"Alas, it's been a few years, and no one cares about the pharmacy opened by your Uncle Chu, and you can't make money, the two of them have a hard time, and they are both old, and they haven't married a daughter-in-law yet, so I'll give Zhang Luo a look and see if anyone is willing to marry!" came a sigh in the night.

Chu Ye slowly opened his eyes, put aside the clothes on his body, and then sat up, looking at the door that had been closed, and fell into silence.

He didn't know when he developed the habit of sleeping at night without closing the door, but after discovering that Xiaohu would close the door and put clothes on them, he developed this habit, and he liked this feeling very much.

Early the next morning, Chu Ye and Yang Hao got up and went out, returned the clothes, and then ate the breakfast made by Xiaohu's mother, and then returned to the house.

"You still want to go to alchemy?" Yang Hao held the book in his hand and raised his head to look at Chu Ye.

Chu Ye nodded and said, "Come together! When I like alchemy, I listen to you nagging on the side." ”

Yang Hao smiled, nodded, and came to the Dan furnace with him, he found a suitable place to sit down, opened the book in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

Chu Ye glanced at it, then turned around, took out two herbs from the grass basket, skillfully threw them into the Dan furnace, slowly fanning the flames, after a long time, he patted the Dan furnace, opened the lid, and a pill flew out of it, but it was not perfect.

"Failed again!" Chu Ye threw the pill aside with an expressionless face, and was about to continue refining again.

At this moment, Yang Hao on the side suddenly raised his head and asked suspiciously: "Do you have to pursue perfection?" )