"Guests are coming, and you are still messing around. A crisp rebuke came, Yun Kang and Yan Fucha turned their heads at the same time, and saw Yan Ruoxuan coming down the stairs.

A middle-aged man supported a woman with a weak body and a slightly pale face, and the two followed Yan Ruoxuan and walked down the stairs with careful steps.

"Dad, Mom. Yan Fucha hurriedly got up to greet him, and then glared at Yan Ruoxuan and said, "Sister, your boyfriend bullied me, you have to help me get angry." ”

Yan Ruoxuan went downstairs with his parents, directly ignoring Yan Fucha's storage zài, ignoring what he said. walked up to Yunkang and said with a smile: "My little brother, if you don't talk nonsense, you will stop if you ignore him." This is my dad and my mom. ”

Yun Kang hurriedly put down the teacup, nodded at the middle-aged couple and said, "Hello uncle and aunt, my name is Yun Kang." ”

Yan's mother smiled slightly, and said with a gentle gaze: "Don't be restrained when you come, it's like going to your own home." Her lips were pale, her eyes were dull, and she was slightly panting as she spoke, apparently in poor health.

Seeing this, Yunkang was inconvenient to ask more, so he had to nod to Yan Mu.

After Yan's mother said hello, she took Yan Ruoxuan to the kitchen to see how the meal was prepared.

The Yan family has a maid who is responsible for cooking, and Yan's mother saw her daughter bringing her boyfriend home, so she specially ordered to prepare a few more good dishes. Although she was not in good health, she still cooked by herself and cooked two dishes that her daughter liked. The soup has been prepared and will soon be ready for dinner.

Father Yan was in his early fifties, and although his hair was half gray, he did not look old. He is tall and burly, with a sharp gaze, and his eyes are deep when he looks at people, and he seems to be very energetic.

After their mother and daughter left, Yan's father asked Yunkang to sit down on the mahogany couch, and then turned to Yan Fucha and said, "You go to the wine cellar and pick up a bottle of red wine, and drink two glasses with the guests tonight." ”

Yan Fucha wanted to continue to discuss kung fu with Yun Kang, but when he saw that Yan's father's expression was solemn and very strict, he didn't dare to say anything more. He turned his head and glanced at Yun Kang, and went very reluctantly.

Only Father Yan and Yunkang were left in the living room, Father Yan was silent, looking at him with an incredible look, and the atmosphere became tense for a while.

Yun Kang was furious by his staring eyes, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and he didn't know what to do.

Father Yan deliberately took Yan Fucha away, just because he didn't want people to disturb him, obviously he had something to say, and it was a one-on-one conversation, and no third person could be present.

What exactly do you have to talk about alone, Yun Kang was uneasy in his heart. As the saying goes, a daughter was her father's lover in her previous life, and she is a cinnabar mole in her father's heart in this life. This uncle looks very stern, is he not satisfied with his son-in-law?

It's normal to be dissatisfied, with the conditions of the Yan family, his current strength is weak and scum, and he can't climb high at all. It was completely whimsical to come to visit the prospective father-in-law and mother-in-law stupidly, wanting the second elder to accept him as a son-in-law.

At this moment, he is like a toad, coveting the tender meat of the white swan, if the prospective father-in-law looks at him unpleasantly, he may not even be able to eat dinner.

But fortunately, he is a fake boyfriend and has nothing to do with Yan Ruoxuan, so there is not much pressure in his heart.

No matter how fierce Yan's father is, it is useless, if Yan Ruoxuan marries someone else in this life, he will have no chance to become Yunkang's father-in-law.

Thinking of this, Yun Kang suddenly relaxed, and a smile bloomed on his face: "Uncle, Ruoxuan and I ......"

"Master Ling, you are really Master Ling, I will not recognize the wrong person. Father Yan's eyes froze, and he suddenly held one of his hands, forcibly suppressing his excited expression.

"Master, don't you remember, last month I invited a string of magic weapons from the Yunling Temple, which was refined by the master himself. The magic weapon was brought back to Ruoxuan and put on his mother, and in less than a month, the injuries were all healed, and our family could not repay the master's life-saving grace. He held Yun Kang's hand tightly, and the corners of his mouth trembled as he spoke.

If it weren't for that string of magic weapons, his wife would have been buried in the loess.

Yan's father's name is Yan Xuan, and he is the head of a cultural research institute. Half a year ago, the couple went to the field to investigate, and an accident happened on the way, and the wife suffered internal injuries from Yanzhòng.

Yan Xuan ran all over the big and small hospitals, relying on all kinds of relationships, and tried all kinds of methods, and tried all Chinese and Western medicine, but the doctors were helpless.

Seeing his wife being seriously injured and tortured, and dying of pain, Yan Xuan felt distressed and guilty, and secretly hated himself for being incompetent. As time passed, his wife's body turned purple and black, her body and muscles withered, and she almost became a dry corpse, and he could not do anything about it, and fell into deep despair.

Coincidentally, a friend told Yan Xuan that Yun Lingguan opened the altar once every three months, and there was a Master Ling who refined the magic weapon to ward off evil spirits and heal wounds, which was very effective, and it was said that no matter what incurable pain, as long as he used his light-opening magic weapon, it could be cured quickly.

Friends persuaded Yan Xuan to give it a try, because the opportunity is rare, Master Ling goes out of the mountain once every three months, and if he misses it, he has to wait for another three months, and the patient may not be able to support it.

Yan Xuan originally didn't believe in the idea that magic weapons treat injuries and diseases, and the practice of opening altars and sprinkling water to refine talismans in Taoist temples is mostly a trick to deceive people, just to take the opportunity to accumulate money, only those women and children who don't know the sinister hearts of people will believe it.

But seeing that his wife's injuries are getting worse and worse, Yan Xuan is so anxious every day that he can't think of any other way. So he prepared for the worst, regardless of whether the practice of opening the altar was true or not, he had to give it a try.

Yan Xuan asked his friends about the specific place, Yunling Temple is located in the southeast, built in the main peak of the lofty mountains, is a thousand-year-old Taoist temple. He took the map and checked it carefully, only to find that it was actually very difficult to go to the Cloud Spirit Temple to seek the magic weapon.

He immediately packed up his things and set off, first by plane to the capital city of the southeast province, then by a small green train for more than ten hours, to a prefecture-level city, and then by an eight-hour long-distance bus to a small village below the county seat.

When Yan Xuan arrived in the small village, he found that it was almost isolated, there was no TV telephone, no mobile phone signal, and the living conditions of the locals were very primitive.

It's easy to pay a lot of money to hire the only person in the village who rides a motorcycle to help take him up the mountain. Early in the morning, the motorcycle drove up the narrow winding mountain road, all the way up. On the way, I often encountered gravel, and several times the wheels ran over, but they all deviated from the direction of the winding mountain road, and almost fell off the cliff next to it.

It's easy to drive halfway up the mountain, and the last part of the road is full of stones, and the motorcycle can't go up. Yan Xuan had no choice but to double the price, ask the motorcycle driver to be his guide, and take him into the mountains to find Yun Lingguan.

The two stumbled for almost a day's journey, climbing farther and farther into the mountains. The mountain road was extremely difficult to walk, and when it was full of thorny thorns everywhere, Yan Xuan gritted his teeth and persevered, his two trouser legs were scratched by the spikes of the bushes, and blood flowed from his calves.

In the end, the trees in the deep mountains were so high that he couldn't even figure out the direction of the southeast and northwest without the locals to guide him.

Fortunately, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and finally found the Yunling Temple before the sun went down.

When Yan Xuan saw Yun Lingguan for the first time, he immediately had an urge to kneel down and worship.

A majestic Taoist temple is reflected in the afterglow of dusk, and the mountains are covered with white clouds, lined with the vermilion walls and green tiles of the Taoist temple and the glazed treasure roof. The black ancient clock hangs on both sides of the eaves, the bronze giant tripod is furnished on the stone brick floor, the towering cypress tree, and the strange flowers and plants in the courtyard are like the courtyard treasure hall in the fairyland.

Yan Xuan saw that the Taoist temple was huge in scale and had a terrifying momentum, so he couldn't help but be in awe, and he also believed in the matter of magic weapons.

Yan Xuan stayed in the temple that night, and after careful inquiry, he learned that there were only a few Taoist priests in the entire Yunling Temple. They usually live in Taoist temples, practice Taoism, and grow herbs, but they don't know how to refine magic weapons.

A middle-aged Taoist priest told Yan Xuan that the Master Ling he was looking for was a well-traveled master and a Taoist practitioner. Once every three months, he came to Yun Lingguan, staying for seven days each time, selling some magic weapons and medicinal materials, and at other times, his whereabouts were erratic, and the dragon saw the head and the tail, and no one knew where he was.

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