Mornings in the small mountain village are peaceful and serene.

But as soon as the sky was dawning, Ye Mo heard the noise of gongs and drums and firecrackers. When I went out again, there was a sea of people outside, and the red flags were waving......

On the sun-grain flat at the T-junction of the village, I don't know who arranged it overnight. Small buntings fluttered around the valley flat, crowded with people below, and cars were jammed on the way into the village......

What happened?

Ye Mo was curious, but Father Ye grabbed him and said, "Go and change into Tang clothes, and wait for someone from the provincial TV station to come over." ”

"Provincial TV, what are they doing here?" Ye Mo asked with an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Didn't you promise to show off your ancient martial arts yesterday? The TV station came to broadcast live......"

"You ......" Ye Mo wanted to say, you are a pit son. The words came to his lips without saying anything, and said: "Live broadcast, do you give the venue fee?" ”

"Do you talk about money to contribute to your hometown?"

"Well, alright!" Ye Mo was weakly defeated.

Contribute to your hometown!

In the United States, Ye Mo received several invitations to boxing and fighting matches, and the appearance fee was 10 million or more. Now, let's contribute to my hometown!

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the people from the TV station finally came. In the midst of the enthusiastic cheers and applause, Ye Mo stepped onto the stage and played a set of Tai Chi. A real ancient martial art, but in the eyes of these people, it is no different from the Tai Chi played by the old lady in the park......

In the end, it was not enthusiastic to see the atmosphere on the field. The anxious Father Ye ran up and wanted to fight Ye Mo.

Father Ye was ruthless as soon as he came up, and he didn't look at Ye Mo at all at his son, and his fists were fierce.

Ye Mo uses Tai Chi very well, and the opponent is Dad, he definitely can't make ruthless moves, and every time he comes and goes. The audience was confused, no matter how they looked at it, they felt that the two people on the stage were acting, and their movements were slow, which was too fake.

"Work hard." Father Ye was anxious and shouted.

"Are you sure!" Ye Mo looked at his father. Shaking his head: "Just your body bones, you can't withstand my punch." ”

He looked around to see if there were any props. Ye Mo has exposed his ability enough, and now he is more against the sky, and everyone will only think that this is the magic of ancient martial arts. A stride of twenty meters. Standing under the yellow horn tree at the intersection, he punched out.

'Bang! ’

Like a loud thud of a mechanical hammer, the tree, which needed to be held by an adult, shook suddenly. Now in winter, the yellow leaves hanging from the trees are falling.

After Ye Mo withdrew his fist, he saw that the big tree had already opened its bark and flesh. His fist was like a cannonball, and the huge impact and force of the blow blasted a hole the size of a soup bowl in the big tree, and the scalps of the people around him were numb.

If this punch is to hit a person......

The terrifying scene is reminiscent of an old movie "King of Force".

The power of Ye Mo's punch is no worse than the power king played by Fan Shaohuang.

At the end of the ancient martial arts demonstration, Ye Mo straightened his collar and turned to leave before everyone could react.

Ye Mo also likes to be lively, but it is not the current atmosphere, and the most annoying thing is that everyone looks at monsters. Ye Mo came back a month ahead of schedule, preparing to spend a year of peace, but he didn't have a day of peace in the days after he came back.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, he burned paper money for the elders who passed away in the family. Ye Mo went to the mountain.

Aoki Temple, where the old Taoist priest lived, is already very famous. The hills are undulating and the terrain is getting higher and higher, and Aokikan is deep in the forest.

There used to be only a rough and overgrown path, but now there is a road being built here, a country road, winding through the mountains.

The road is only halfway built, but the roadbed has been leveled out and leads to Aokikan. In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, all the workers who built the road went home on vacation, and there was not a single ghost on the road.

Ye Mo carried the paper money. Two bottles of wine, two bottles of old white wine.

Follow the road all the way to the end. Aoki Temple, here is also a simple courtyard courtyard, bluestone floor, blue bricks and green tiles beams and columns^

The last time I came back, the house was already very dilapidated. The yard is overgrown with weeds. Now, it's a completely different place.

At the gate, there is a sign of the city's cultural relics protection unit, as well as the introduction here......

It turns out that there was Qingshui Town in the Ming Dynasty, which is still a relatively famous town, rich in a very precious wood, golden silk nanmu. Golden silk nanmu is a kind of precious wood unique to our country. It is now a national protected tree.

Historically, a large number of golden silk nanmu were used in royal court buildings. In the Ming and Qing dynasties, a ban was introduced, except for the royal family, anyone who used golden silk nanmu would be guilty of exceeding the courtesy. No, in modern times, Jinsi Nanmu is also called "emperor wood" and "emperor wood" by many people, which is very precious.

It turns out that the cultural relics protection unit is not only because of the old Taoist priest who listed this place as a protection unit, but also because of the building, to be precise, the wood used in the construction.

The old Taoist priest is really a local tyrant, and the wood used in Aoki Temple is all imperial wood, and they are all imperial wood that is hundreds of years old.

Aokiguan is now a city-level cultural relics protection area, and it has been 'protected' by the city's cultural protection unit. The closed gate, next to which there is a new ticket office, says 50 tickets.

But there were no tourists in the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the ticket sellers didn't know where they went. Ye Mo directly pushed open the door and walked in, and there were warning signs and tourist introduction boards everywhere inside.

"This golden silk nanmu pillar is 1,300 years old, and if I carry it back, it will be enough for me to eat for many years."

"I've been eating for years, and I see that you're almost the same as eating guns."

Ye Mo heard the sound and looked over, a few tourists with cameras.

Aokikan is clean and tidy, and it seems to be back to the way it was when I was a child. But the extra warning signs and tourist information boards are like poisonous needles that pierce the eyes. The old Taoist priest died, and this place has changed.

It has become a tourist attraction for people and seems to be very popular. If the old Taoist priest turned into a ghost and was still here, would he appear and beat up the loud people here......

Thinking of this, Ye Mo couldn't help laughing. According to the old Taoist's temperament and hearing, he would feel noisy and noisy if it was not a natural sound within a radius of ten miles. Moreover, the old guy is notoriously short-tempered, and he is the kind of person who can do it and never BB.

Having lived in Aoki Temple for more than ten years, Ye Mo knows every grass and tree here well. When he passed by the pigsty shed, he was suddenly stunned, there were five large wooden pillars in the pigsty shed, but now there are only three left......

Also, there used to be eleven wooden pillars in the corridor of the wooden house, but now there are only seven left.

Imperial wood, one wood and one gold.

Ye Mo shook his head with a wry smile, went directly to the backyard, and knelt down in front of the old Taoist's grave. (To be continued.) )