To refine the longevity pill is not as simple as refining the healing pill.

This involves cellular and genetic knowledge.

The reason why people age is because the cells in the body have a limit of division. When the cell division reaches its limit, humans will gradually age until the cells die.

The limit number of cell division is determined by the gene level. Genes are like a program written for humans in advance to make humans die within a fixed time.

Yan Ming didn't know much about genes, but if he wanted to extend his life span, he could actually let the cell divide again.

However, Yan Ming did not find the recipe for the elixir of the longevity pill in Yueguan. All he found was the pill that could hold people's breath.

Therefore, Yan Ming has been taking time to study the production method of the Shousheng Pill, spending more time with the old man during the day and staying up late at night to study.

Five more days passed.

Yan Ming finally developed the Shousheng Pill, but the old man was almost dying.

Yan Ming refined a longevity pill, but before he could do an experiment to test whether it could last a longevity, he brought the longevity pill to the old man.

Yan Ming looked at the old man who was lying on the bed and breathing slightly, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

"Grandpa, this is the longevity pill I have refined. As long as you take it, you can jump around again."

Yan Ming was just about to feed the Yanshou Pill to the old man, but the old man grabbed the hand holding the pill.

"I won't take this pill. People in the world want to live longer, but I don't want to, old man, not everyone wants to live forever."

But Yan Ming didn't listen at all. Seeing that the old man was unwilling, he wanted to force the old man to take the pill.

The old man seemed to have seen through Yan Ming's thoughts, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"Don't think about forcibly feeding me to swallow the pills. Your pills... are useless to me, ahem..."

When Yan Ming heard the old man's words, his eyes were full of confusion and asked, "If you don't take it, how could you know that this pill is useless?"

Xiao Wu, who was standing beside Yan Ming, also said, "Yes, Grandpa, if you don't take it, how can you know that this pill is useless?"

For Xiao Wu, I felt even more reluctant to see my relatives passing away. I also wanted my grandfather to swallow the longevity pill and let my grandfather live longer.

The old man reached out and rubbed Yan Ming's head. "I know your feelings, but your pill works for ordinary people and has no effect on me."

The old man took Yan Ming and Xiao Wu's hands and put Xiao Wu's hands in Yan Ming's hands. "It can be regarded as fulfilling my old man's wish when he can see you coming together."

The old man's aura became weaker and weaker, and his eyelids seemed so heavy, but he still said the last sentence.

"I gave you the opportunity to choose..., you must... cherish this opportunity."

After saying this, the old man slowly closed his eyes and gradually lost his breath, as if he was asleep. Perhaps this sleep will not be there and he will wake up.

The old man just left like this, and he left peacefully, with a slight smile on his face.

When Yan Ming saw this scene, he not only left tears, but also pursed his lips and refused to let himself make a crying sound.

What the old man said seemed to be still wandering in his ears, and he felt like he was still alive in front of him.

Xiao Wu hugged Yan Ming in her arms and gently stroked Yan Ming's back. She wanted to comfort Yan Ming, but she couldn't speak.

Crystal tears passed by Xiao Wu's face and dripped on Yan Ming's shoulders.

Life and death are more like a farewell to relatives. Perhaps relatives are in another way, silently protecting us.

Then Yan Ming buried his old man in the back mountain of Yaolian Village in this world.

Yan Ming and Xiao Wu bowed together in front of the tomb, which was the final farewell to their relatives.

Yan Ming also guessed some of the meanings of what the old man said in the last time.

Your pill works for ordinary people, it has no effect on me, this sentence should mean;

"I'm not an ordinary person, so don't want to use elixirs to prosper my life."

It is because of the meaning of this sentence that Yan Ming’s sadness towards the old man was relieved.

Yan Ming also had more speculations. Maybe he still had the chance to meet the old man, or maybe he was just a clone of the old man.

But it gave me the opportunity to choose, which made Yan Ming confused.

Yan Ming couldn't guess what opportunity it was, and what he chose made Yan Ming even more difficult to guess.

As Yan Ming's thoughts flew around, Xiao Wu noticed the name on the tombstone and said it was written;

【leaf】

【none】

【enemy】

【Of】

【screen】.

This made Xiao Wu very puzzled. Why is the surname different from Yan Ming? Even if Yan Ming picked it up, it should be the same surname when he named Yan Ming.

Xiao Wu pulled Yan Ming's neck of clothes and asked curiously, "Yan Ming, why is grandpa's surname different from yours?"

Yan Ming, who came to his senses, heard Xiao Wu's question, which made Yan Ming not know how to answer.

Yan Ming thought about it and said, "Grandpa did give me a name, but I think this name is not suitable for me."

Xiao Wu became even more interested when she heard this. She waited for her big black eyes to stare at Yan Ming, "What's the name? Can you tell me?"

Yan Ming looked at Xiao Wu's big eyes, which really made people feel unbearable to refuse.

"The name given to my grandfather is Ye Fan."

"Ye Fan."

Xiao Wu said it once and said, "It's a pretty good name, why are you called Yan Ming again?"

Yan Ming had a deep impression of this name. This name cannot be carried without a person with great luck.

Isn’t calling this name equivalent to giving yourself a name like Tang Sanzang, a disaster-prone name?

Isn’t that great emperor, or immortal emperor, all called Ye Fan? Yan Ming thought that compared with these immortal emperors, he had no luck.

So Yan Ming disagreed with the name of this, and even gave himself the name in the original world, which is the name of Yan Ming now.

Yan Ming did not answer the question of Xiao Wu in a positive way, but asked back, "Does my name sound good now?"

Xiao Wu took Yan Ming's hand and said, "It sounds nice, it must be nice. Ning Rongrong and the others have given you a loud nickname."

This aroused Yan Ming's curiosity, "What's the nickname? Tell me."

"Yan, Wang, Master."

Xiao Wu said word by word.

When Yan Ming heard this nickname, he was so good. This nickname is really loud.

The homonym of the song is clearly played by you.

Yan Ming said it doesn’t matter. Who has no nicknames for his reputation? It’s just that his nickname is a bit special.
Chapter completed!