Douluo: My martial spirit can cultivate

Chapter 166
If you want to refine longevity pills, it is not as simple as refining healing pills.

This involves knowledge at the cellular and genetic level.

The reason why people age is because the cells in the body have a limit number of divisions. When the cell division reaches the limit, humans will slowly age until the cells are exhausted and die.

The limit number of cell divisions is determined by the genetic level. Genes are like programs written in advance for human beings, allowing human beings to die within a fixed time.

Yan Ming didn't know much about genes, but if he wanted to prolong the old man's life, he could actually make the cells divide again.

But Yan Ming didn't find the recipe of Yanshou Pill in Yueguan's book of immortal herbs, what he found was only the pill that could hold one's breath.

So Yan Ming has been taking time to study the production method of the longevity pill, spend more time with the old man during the day, and stay up late at night to study.

Another five days passed.

Yan Ming finally developed the longevity pill, but the old man was dying.

Yan Ming refined the longevity pill, but he didn't have time to do the experiment. Before testing whether it could prolong life, he brought the longevity pill to the old man.

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

"Grandpa, this is the longevity pill I refined, as long as you take it, you can be alive and kicking again."

Yan Ming just wanted to feed the longevity pill to the old man, but the old man grabbed the hand holding the pill.

"I won't take this elixir. Everyone in the world wants to live longer, but I don't want to, old man. Not everyone wants to live forever."

But Yan Ming didn't listen to it halfway, seeing that the old man was unwilling, he wanted to forcibly feed the old man to swallow the elixir.

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

"Don't even think about force-feeding me to swallow the elixir, your elixir is useless to me, cough cough"

When Yan Ming heard the old man's words, his eyes were full of doubts, and he asked, "If you don't take it, how do you know that this medicine won't work?"

Xiao Wu who was standing beside Yan Ming also snorted, "That's right, Grandpa, if you don't take it, how do you know that this pill won't work?"

For Xiao Wu, seeing her relatives pass away was even more unbearable, and she especially wanted her grandfather to swallow the life extension pill so that he could live longer.

The old man stretched out his hand and rubbed Yan Ming's head, "I know your intentions, but your elixir works for ordinary people, but it doesn't work for me."

The old man held Yan Ming and Xiao Wu's hands, and put Xiao Wu's hand in Yan Ming's, "Seeing you all come together is my old man's wish fulfilled."

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

"I gave you a chance to choose, you should cherish this opportunity."

After saying this, the old man slowly closed his eyes, gradually lost his breath, as if he fell asleep, maybe he will wake up after this sleep.

The old man left just like that, very peacefully, with a slight smile on his face.

Seeing this scene, Yan Ming not only shed tears, but he pressed his lips lightly to keep himself from crying.

What the old man said seemed to be still lingering in his ears, as if the old man was still alive in front of him.

Xiao Wu embraced Yan Ming in her arms, stroking Yan Ming's back, trying to comfort Yan Ming, but she couldn't speak.

Crystal clear teardrops ran across Xiao Wu's face and dripped onto Yan Ming's shoulder.

Farewell to life and death is more like a farewell to relatives. Perhaps relatives are silently guarding us in another way.

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

Yan Ming and Xiao Wu Qi Qi bowed in front of the grave, which was the last farewell for their loved ones.

Yan Ming also guessed some of the meaning of the old man's last words.

Your elixir works for ordinary people, but it doesn't work for me. The meaning of this sentence should be;

"I'm not an ordinary person, so don't try to use pills to renew my life."

It was because of the meaning of this sentence that Yan Ming's sadness towards the old man was alleviated.

Yan Ming also had more conjectures, maybe he still has a chance to meet the old man, maybe this is just a clone of the old man.

But given me a chance to choose, Yan Ming couldn't figure it out.

Yan Ming couldn't figure out what the opportunity was, and what to choose was even more unpredictable for Yan Ming.

When Yan Ming's thoughts were flying wildly, Xiao Wu noticed the name on the tombstone, and it was written impressively;

【leaf】

【none】

【enemy】

【Of】

【screen】.

This made Xiao Wu very puzzled, why the surname is different from Yan Ming's, even if Yan Ming picked it up, it should be the same surname when naming Yan Ming.

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

Yan Ming came back to his senses, and when he heard Xiao Wu's question, Yan Ming didn't know how to answer it.

Yan Ming thought for a while, and then said; "Grandpa did give me a name at the beginning, but I don't think this name suits me well."

Xiao Wu became even more interested when she heard it, and stared at Yan Ming with big black eyes, "What's your name, can you tell me about it?"

Looking at Xiao Wu's big eyes, Yan Ming really couldn't bear to refuse.

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

"Evan."

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

Yan Ming has a deep impression of this name, it cannot be carried by someone who does not have great luck.

Isn't calling this name the same as giving yourself a Tang Sanzang, a name that has been plagued by disasters?

Isn't that the Great Emperor, or the Immortal Emperor or something called Ye Fan? Yan Ming thinks that compared with these Immortal Emperors, he has no great luck.

So Yan Ming refused to agree to be called this name, and gave himself the name in the original world, which is now the name Yan Ming.

To Xiao Wu's question, Yan Ming didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically; "Is my current name not pleasant?"

Xiao Wu took Yan Ming's hand and said, "It sounds good, it must sound good, Ning Rongrong and the others even gave you a resounding nickname."

What he said aroused Yan Ming's curiosity, "What kind of nickname, tell me about it."

"Yan, Wang, Lord."

Xiao Wu said word by word.

When Yan Ming heard this nickname, he was straight up, this nickname is really loud.

The homophonic stalk is clearly played by you.

Yan Ming also said that he didn't care about it. Who doesn't have a few nicknames when he is famous outside, but his nickname is a bit special.

(End of this chapter)