"Shameless little rascal, what are you doing here? I don't welcome you at home, get out!

Li Fangfang opened the door and saw that it was Yang Xiaoqian, and her eyebrows rose upside down in an instant, if it weren't for Yang Xiaoqian who had just died of Lao Tzu, she would have smashed the rice spoon in her hand on this kid's head.

"Aunt Fangfang, this is your five hundred steamed buns!"

Yang Xiaoqian smiled and handed the ten plastic bags of steamed buns to Li Fangfang.

Li Fangfang was stunned, yesterday she casually said that she would ask Yang Xiaoqian to pay her back 500 steamed buns, but she didn't expect this kid to really buy 500 steamed buns to pay her back.

Li Fangfang's heart was slightly moved, and her autumn eyes glanced at Yang Xiaoqian deeply, but she just caught this kid's eyes lingering in front of her, and there seemed to be a flash of strangeness.

Li Fangfang already had a bad impression of Yang Xiaoqian, and thought that he was a perverted little rascal.

Yang Xiaoqian gave a casual look and stabbed the hornet's nest at once.

"Damn little rascal, where are you looking......?

Li Fangfang's pretty face was as red as fire, and her anger surged, she slammed the steamed bun in her hand on Yang Xiaoqian's face, picked up the rice spoon and slammed her head and face, and beckoned to him.

Yang Xiaoqian was so frightened that he fled back to the house with his head in his hands and closed the door.

He is just a sixteen-year-old boy, simple-minded, he only wants to return Li Fangfang's steamed buns, and he can't think that his eyes stayed on Li Fangfang's chest for a while to cause trouble.

Yang Xiaoqian felt sorry for those steamed buns, and when Li Fangfang had scolded enough outside and went home, he quietly opened the door and went out and picked up all the steamed buns scattered on the ground.

He prepared enough water and food for Rhubarb and Xiaomao, and he devoured three steamed buns with pickles, picked up the water scoop and poured a large scoop of water, and solved the dinner.

At this time, night has fallen, most of the villagers in Yangjiagou have already slept, in the dead of night, occasionally a few dog barking sounds.

Yang Xiaoqian blasted out the rhubarb who was lying in the house and didn't want to go out, closed the door and bolted it, jumped on the bed excitedly, sat cross-legged, and was about to start cultivating.

At this moment, there were suddenly several heart-warming sounds from Li Fangfang's house next door.

Since he cultivated the "Proud Heaven Solo Gong", his ear voice has become doubly sensitive, and although he is separated by a thick wall, he can still hear it clearly.

Yang Xiaoqian's face turned red in an instant, he was fully mature, and he had secretly watched the island country action blockbuster like a boy of his age, of course he knew what it was.

"Oh my God, is Aunt Fang Fang in her own way?"

Yang Xiaoqian's heart was pounding, his mouth was dry, and he said in his heart: "Hmph, Aunt Fangfang, you scold our two stinky hooligans all day long, I think you yourself are lewd enough!"

Yang Xiaoqian didn't dare to listen anymore, took a deep breath, forcibly calmed down, and began to cultivate.

According to the record of "Aotian Duzun Gong", the tongue is on the top of the mouth, the qi sinks into the dantian, and the hands pinch one fantasy handprint, unconsciously immersed in cultivation......

After a month passed, Yang Xiaoqian finally broke through to the first level of the Qi cultivation period, cultivated a faint wisp of true qi, and stepped into the door of cultivation.

The Qi refining period is only the most basic realm in cultivation, this realm is divided into nine layers, and each layer is extremely difficult to break through, especially in the modern era where spiritual energy is scarce, cultivation is even more of a thing comparable to ascending to the sky.

However, in order to become stronger, for the sake of money and status, in order to seek justice for his father, for the sake of the beautiful woman, and for all the desires in life, Yang Xiaoqian decided that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were on the road of Xiuzhen, he would unswervingly go on.

From this moment on, Yang Xiaoqian's mentality has undergone earth-shaking changes, in the past he believed that "there is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book", and now he believes in cultivation, and only cultivation can realize the value of his life.

Yang Xiaoqian slowly got out of bed, opened the door and walked into the courtyard to stretch his waist, feeling light and healthy, deaf and bright, full of explosive power, and the whole person seemed to be reborn.

"Boom!"

A punch slammed into a piece of bluestone in the yard, and the power of the fist was tested, and the hard bluestone slab was directly torn apart.

This punch is a thousand pounds!

"Damn, it's amazing!"

Yang Xiaoqian was shocked.

If this punch is done in the body, the consequences can be imagined.

After the breakthrough, a large number of black impurities were removed from the pores of his body, slimy, smelly and dirty, Yang Xiaoqian stripped off his clothes in twos and threes, walked to a large water tank in the yard, and scooped water with a scoop of water to rinse his body.

When scooping a scoop of water to rinse his left shoulder, Yang Xiaoqian looked at his bare shoulder and remembered the vermilion birthmark on his shoulder before.

Yang Xiaoqian was very sure that the ancient mysterious inheritance he had obtained must be related to the vermilion birthmark on his left shoulder.

"I actually have so many mysterious inheritances hidden in that birthmark, what the hell is going on?"

"Who the hell are my real parents?"

……

Yang Xiaoqian stood in the courtyard like this, holding a water scoop in his hand and falling into deep thought.

When he was a child, he was often ridiculed by the children in the village for being a wild seed, and he asked his father more than once who his biological parents were, but whenever he asked about it, his father showed a frightened face, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to ask again.

Later, when he grew up and matured, Yang Cripple treated him as if he were his own son, and the relationship between father and son was very good, so he never asked about his life experience again.

Now that I think about it, I must have a big story to tell, but my father has passed away, and no one can solve this mystery anymore.

"Hurry, hurry! Yang, Yang Xiaoqian, catch your donkey cart and take my sister-in-law Wangcai to the town hospital, she ...... She's having an emergency and she's dying......"

The door was pushed open with a "bang", Li Fangfang was sweaty, out of breath and broke in, just to see Yang Xiaoqian standing in the yard.

The body is fair-skinned, slender, and sturdy, and the capital below is even more abundant and proud......

"Phew, Li Fangfang, do you want to be shameless, what are you looking at!"

Li Fangfang's face turned red, she closed her eyes tightly, and her heart was pounding.