Do those who achieve great things act quite decisively? Ye Xiuhe didn't know. Anyway, after her man finished speaking, three guests came to her house the next night.

With the grace of teaching her children before, for the three of them, Ye Xiuhe is different from the little daughters-in-law in the tunzi who avoid them when they see them.

She is quite respected.

Teacher?

She remembers one thing deeply, one day is a teacher, and one life is a father.

Besides, who doesn't have ups and downs in this life. I think that the guests that her father brought home back then were all posted on the yellow list by the little devils, but now?

As long as those who survive, like that Uncle Chen, they are all big officials now. Although someone became an official, her father didn't ask for anything in return.

But in the end, it's different.

If the ordinary people have something to do, they can't find a way out, and her father, as long as her father goes to the Uncle Chen to say a few words.

All right.

At least with this face, it's easy to say a lot about everything.

She didn't know if these three would be able to get up again in the future, but they were not some kind of murder and robbery beards after all, and they would take a hand if they could.

Here, Guan Youshou greeted Ding Lao and the three of them into the house, and Ye Xiuhe over there asked the children to serve the food to the table as soon as possible, and then she began to continue to boil hot water.

Think about it stupidly, these three are cultural people in the city, didn't you look at the Tian family's old lady Qu arrived in the tunzi at that time, she was in a hurry to take a bath first?

Guan Youshou is tall, but he is not afraid that Ding Lao and the three will not be able to wear them.

And the room?

There is really no shortage of Guan family. Even for the sake of safety, Qi Jingnian and Guan Tianyou took the initiative to move to the west outer room and vacate their inner bedroom.

In this way, once someone comes to the door in the middle of the night, they have to pass the two of them first.

I've eaten, washed, and it's not too early to get busy. On the kang of the Xili house, covered with a thick quilt, Ding Lao and the three of them were speechless for a long time.

Say a few words?

The mood is just too complicated.

And Guan Youshou?

He was happily sleeping with his daughter-in-law in his arms. But have you forgotten something? No, he dreamed of the little gourd in his sleep.

And Guan Ping'an?

No one more agrees with her father's decision than she does.

Fear?

How can she Peter Pan not be able to protect only three of them!

When she dreamed of the little gourd, she was in the little gourd. Anyway, what her father does is too much to her liking, is it?

She was looking at the fact that there was not enough time at all, and she should squeeze it again. For example, Old Man Zhao must move the plum blossom pile in his backyard every day.

Seriously.

With what Peter Pan is capable of now, there is really no point in practicing this thing. It's better to listen to Mrs. Qu's multi-motion animation pen and pinch the embroidery needle and poke it.

Let's just talk about this plum blossom pile.

It's not as immutable as the Zhao family. It must be from simple to complex, and in the final formation, it must be mixed with Tiangang and Bagua shapes.

Otherwise, you won't be able to practice light skills for a hundred years. It's not that she doesn't remind her grandfather, this plum blossom pile is not a secret, almost all sects have it.

It's just that the methods they have practiced are different, and she doesn't say anything about some complicated ones. But what Mu Xiu said is also that the Zhao family has no ancestral heart method to match at all.

And the ancestral method?

This is the secret of a family or a family. Just like Mu Xiu back then, he learned the mental method passed down from his master instead of her Guan family's ancestors.

No matter how good her father is with her uncle, it is impossible to spread it. It's her little brother, who was stupidly touched by this bad boy as soon as he communicated with him.

In this way, Mu Xiu had to swear a heavy oath that he would never spread it. It can be seen how important the mental method is, and it is impossible for her to disobey the ancestral order and pass it on to the Zhao family.

A col in the small gourd Daqing Mountain.

In one of the places, hundreds of wooden stakes were piled up on the ground.

Each of these stakes is the thickness of a bowl and varies in length, but there is no doubt that one end of the wood is pointed.

Standing on the high part of the mountain pass, Guan Ping'an commanded the triangular wooden stakes on the ground, and inserted them into the plain ahead one by one according to the formation of memory.

In fact, if you want to say that this little gourd evolution, in addition to the red carpet becoming a storage bag, are there any other most significant changes?

There must be.

Let's just say that there is an extra gourd-shaped mark on her chest. Normally it doesn't appear, but as soon as she soaks in the water hyacinth, it appears.

After these days of continuous exploration, Guan Ping'an can now be regarded as understanding. She is now the owner of the Gourd Immortal Residence.

And with this evolution of the Gourd Immortal Residence, after this imprint was imprinted on her heart, she no longer had the urge to sprinkle some blood to try.

It was as if a voice in the shadows was telling her that she was now in control of everything as she pleased.

Wooden stakes, for example, used to be able to be taken out or brought in from the outside, but now they can be disposed of with her own mind.

And the animals she keeps in the mountains, as well as the chickens, ducks and geese on the farm, including the fish, shrimp and crabs in the sea lake, she can handle them without going close.

Didn't she kill wild things by herself earlier?

Not anymore.

A wild boar, after she closed her eyes for half an hour, the pig hair, fur, pig blood, pork, and pig bones could be separated one by one according to her thoughts.

Even pheasants?

She doesn't have to boil hot water to remove her hair anymore, as long as she closes her eyes, it doesn't take a quarter of an hour...... The chicken is the chicken, and the feather is the feather one by one.

Of course, after a long time, the braincase will still be faintly swollen. Fortunately, she has always controlled her mental power, she just has a headache, and she can also use her mind and pool water to relieve her fatigue.

When all these wooden stakes were inserted into the ground, Guan Ping'an's head was a little swollen again. In her mind, she immediately appeared on the steps of the water hyacinth behind the bamboo house.

Speaking of these three jade steps, Guan Ping'an almost slapped himself to death. Why didn't she put all those rough stones in the yard at that time?

Obviously, she "looked" and saw green, red, purple, yellow, and colorful ones, why did she pick these good ones and store them in the basement at that time?

Otherwise, the water hyacinth that can let her swim now, with such a large circle of three steps, doesn't there have to be at least twelve jade steps?

It's late now~

Try spilling blood again?

She didn't dare.

Soaking in the tail of the water hyacinth, Guan Ping'an touched the gourd mark on her heart, leaned back her little head against a soft pillow, and she couldn't help but stretch out her little hand again and touch the jade steps on the side.

It's a pity~

By mistake, now the three steps are from black to white to colorless and transparent, but they are all the three rough stones she looks down on.

Guan Ping'an didn't go out again this night, and she also ran the mental method and soaked here directly, the difference is that this time she didn't turn over the bamboo slips handed down by her ancestors, but fell asleep with a huff.

Tomorrow, tomorrow she must be the first to wake up early......