Taoism moves mountains

Chapter 329 This "suffering" is not that "suffering"

Hua Qingyao was familiar with the clan records of the Yagrama clan and had seen some descriptions of Qi practitioners. A few decades ago, there were four Qi practitioners in their clan, and they found the legendary Ruo The God of Dust bead can lift the curse on the tribe and change the fate of the Jagrama tribe from now on...

But he didn't expect that he would actually see the magical Qi with his own eyes today.

[Isn’t this Jiang Yang also a Qi practitioner? Jiang Yang? etc……】

From the name "Jiang Yang", Hua Qingyao thought of an elder in the clan whose name also seemed to be "Jiang Yang".

It's just that if that senior was still alive, he would be at least ninety years old, but the Jiang Yang in front of him was so young. Even if the senior had the Muchen Divine Bead, it would be unbelievable.

Hua Qingyao felt very confused and conflicted at the moment.

[The four senior Qi practitioners have disappeared for decades, how could they suddenly appear? Maybe I think too much. 】

Hua Qingyao was unsure in his heart and hesitated to speak. In the end, he had no way to ask Jiang Yang for his identity. He just wanted to keep Jiang Yang and get to know him slowly before finding out.

He cleverly mentioned: "I am very grateful to Mr. Jiang for saving Beibei. I will ask Bowen to arrange accommodation for Mr. Jiang."

"Second uncle, just let Mr. Jiang live at home." Beibei's mother said casually.

"This is inappropriate. Mr. Jiang Yang is so kind to us, how can we wrong him?" Hua Qingyao waved his hand and said.

【This is inappropriate! 】

Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment and then understood!

Beibei's mother also quickly understood the reason.

It’s really inappropriate!
  How could she, a young widow, allow a man from her mother's family to stay at home?
  There is a lot of trouble at the widow’s door! In just a short while, bad rumors have already spread in the village. If Jiang Yang is really allowed to stay at Beibei's house, the rumors will probably be confirmed tomorrow, which will be bad for her reputation.

After a meal warmly entertained by Beibei's mother, Jiang Yang was taken to a house in the middle of the mountain by Hua Qingyao.

"This is the ancestral hall of our clan. There are several vacant houses nearby. Bowen has already cleaned them up. They are clean and tidy, and the water and electricity equipment are still in good condition. I hope Mr. Jiang will take care of you." Hua Qingyao pointed to this building with a good environment. The house said.

The small mountain village is located in a large valley running north to south. Dozens of houses are located on both sides of the stream in the middle of the valley. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has excellent feng shui.

The mountains on both sides are gentle and not very high. The ancestral hall is located on the middle of the mountain to the east, with neatly arranged houses below.

The asphalt cement road is paved directly in front of the ancestral hall, and children like Beibei can walk up from the foot of the mountain.

"The feng shui here is very good, I like it very much." Jiang Yang replied with a smile.

"That's good!" Seeing that Jiang Yang was satisfied, Hua Qingyao was also very happy.

He then took Jiang Yang to get familiar with the environment here, and then took Hua Bowen down the mountain to go home.

It was getting dark, Jiang Yang looked down the mountain, and there was a wonderful scene of mountains and rivers at night and dim lights.

"Very good! That's good!" he muttered softly.

Seeing that his clansmen were living so peacefully, with plenty of food and clothing, he no longer had any worries.

Hua Bowen, who was going down the mountain, finally couldn't help but asked: "Second uncle, how do you arrange for him to stay in the ancestral hall?" In fact, there is a commune in the village that can provide accommodation for outside guests.

"I'm not sure yet. I'll tell you when I'm sure." Hua Qingyao hesitated and replied.

……

The next morning, Jiang Yang got up early and boxed in the open space in front of the ancestral hall to stretch his muscles.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of soft footsteps, so he retracted his fists and moved around casually.

A figure gradually became clear, it was Hua Qingyao walking up from the mountain road. "Good morning, Mr. Jiang! Why don't you sleep a little longer? Are you having trouble sleeping in bed?" Hua Qingyao asked carefully when he saw Jiang Yang getting up early.

"It's nothing, I'm just used to going to bed early and getting up early. What's wrong with you always coming up so early?" Jiang Yang said with a smile to reassure the old man.

"Come up and offer incense to our ancestors as usual!" Hua Qingyao replied with a smile.

Jiang Yang nodded and ignored him.

The old man opened the ancestral hall and went in to offer incense.

Jiang Yang could smell a strong scent of incense candles outside, indicating that it was the scent of incense accumulated over time.

He glanced inside the ancestral hall, and with his eyesight, he could see the names on some of the spiritual tablets. The people at the top were people he was familiar with, which made him feel sad.

Times have changed, things have changed, and familiar relatives have all passed away!
  In the next ten days or so, Jiang Yang went down the mountain to give Beibei acupuncture treatment every day. Beibei's condition gradually improved. Now he no longer coughs and runs without asthma.

After a period of medication, it will probably be cured.

After her relatives found out, they were all very grateful to Jiang Yang and knew that he was a Xinglin sage with excellent medical skills.

The previous rumors about him and Beibei's mother were self-evident. After getting familiar with him, some villagers with old problems often asked him for help in diagnosis and treatment.

This made Jiang Yang completely famous in the small mountain village. The villagers were very respectful to him, which made him feel more attached to this place.

……

On this day, the temperature suddenly dropped sharply and snow fell from the sky! The bleak autumn wind has disappeared, the cold wind has come, and the white snowflakes are dancing in the valley, which is very beautiful.

Beibei's mother and Beibei came up the mountain wearing thick cotton-padded clothes and carrying a quilt in the light snow.

"Brother, aren't you cold? Go and get dressed!" The little girl Beibei looked like a little adult. When she saw Jiang Yang wearing two thin clothes, she started to teach him a lesson.

When Jiang Yang saw this cute little girl, if he was in a sad mood, he would immediately feel better: "Haha, the eldest brother is a warrior. He has a strong body and won't feel very cold."

"Mr. Jiang, I brought you a warm quilt. It's cold at night, so keep warm." Beibei's mother helped put the quilt on the bed, not wanting to give Jiang Yang the chance to refuse.

"Thank you! There is a fire on the kang, so you won't feel cold." Jiang Yang did not refuse and accepted the kindness.

Beibei walked around Jiang Yang curiously, and then asked: "Is the warrior like Brother Afeng? But he is too cold to go out now!"

Brother Afeng is her cousin. Jiang Yang has met him. He is a boy in his fifteenth year old. He has also practiced martial arts and strengthened his body with the elders in the family.

"Only powerful warriors can be somewhat immune to the erosion of cold and heat. How old are you, Brother Afeng? He is not powerful enough." Jiang Yang lowered his body, touched her head, and started chatting with Beibei in a funny way.

"Ah, I also want to become a powerful warrior like my big brother." Beibei said seriously.

"This is not easy. It requires a lot of hardship. Can you endure the hardship?" Jiang Yang asked casually.

"Beibei is not afraid of hardship. The medicine you prescribed is so bitter, I drink it every time without leaving any bit." Beibei replied with a frown.

Jiang Yang was speechless. This "suffering" was not the other "suffering". The child couldn't tell the difference stupidly. How should he explain it?

"Practice martial arts not only requires hardship, but also a good foundation." Jiang Yang didn't want to deal with her casually. Maybe she didn't understand, but he wouldn't deceive her.

"Brother, what do you think of my bones? Can I practice martial arts?" Beibei pulled up his sleeves a little excitedly, revealing his white and tender little arms, his eyes full of anticipation.

"..." Jiang Yang couldn't laugh or cry. He was talking about bones, but Little Beibei thought he was talking about bones.

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