Chapter Eighty-Three: It's the Medicine Clan?

"I'm sure they won't lie to me, besides, there is nothing in our village that is worthy of such a deliberate deception, you just let the two of them into the house first, the village chief will definitely be able to tell the real from the fake." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Aunt Li did not dispel her thoughts because of the woman's persuasion, she still believed in Yang Xiaoding in her heart, and she also hoped that Yang Xiaoding could help solve the problems of the village, so that her son would not die early like his father and grandfather when he grew up, leaving only orphans and widows.

The woman looked at the two people behind her a few more times, and really couldn't see anything wrong, so she agreed with Aunt Li's statement and invited the two into the house to talk.

"By the way, I want to introduce to you, this is the daughter-in-law of our village chief, called Lingyun, but she is a famous beauty in the village!" Aunt Li said to Yang Xiaoding with a smile.

Lingyun was a little embarrassed after listening to Aunt Li's words, and a flush appeared on her little face, interrupting her words.

"Oh, Aunt Li, what are you talking about, isn't this a joke, guests hurry up and enter the house." After saying that, he turned sideways and stood to the side.

Her name circled in Yang Xiaoding's mind several times, Lingyun, Lingxin, all start with Lingxin, and her temperament is somewhat similar to Lingxin, although it is not as ethereal as Lingxin, but it is also very unique.

But how is it possible, the medicine clan is such a powerful tribe, how can this humble village in front of him be compared, probably because the memory of the medicine clan is too deep, so I can't help but think about it!

Yang Xiaoding shook his head, put aside the messy thoughts in his head, settled down, and then followed Aunt Li into the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the door, a strong fragrance of flowers rushed to his face, Yang Xiaoding followed the fragrance and looked over, and a piece of land was reclaimed in the yard, planted with many lush flowers and plants, red and green, competing for beauty.

Hey, it's weird, it's a desolate scene outside, I can't even see a green leaf, this small yard can still bloom such beautiful flowers, this is too against the sky, Yang Xiaoding complained silently in his heart.

On the wooden chair next to the flowers and plants lay a man of about thirty years old, wearing a black gown, his face was unhealthy white, his eyes were closed, and his fine eyelashes were drooping, but he was very delicate.

After hearing the footsteps, the man opened his eyes slightly, and his clear eyes fell directly on Yang Xiaoding and the others, but he was talking to Lingyun.

"Ah Yun, why are there two face-to-face guests?"

He had a lot of contact with people, so he could clearly feel the unique temperament of the two people in front of him, his eyes were clear and upright, especially the old man, who seemed to be surrounded by a soft and indifferent white light.

At first glance, he is not an ordinary person.

"Village chief, they are the feng shui masters I hired, and they said that there is a way to change the situation in our village, so I brought someone here to show you."

Before Lingyun could speak, Aunt Li took over the conversation first.

"Oh, since they're all guests, Ah Yun will bring seats for the guests and make a few cups of tea." The man commanded lightly.

Hearing this, Ling Yun nodded, turned around and went to the back room, quickly took out the wooden chair, invited Yang Xiaoding and a few people to sit down and talk, and then made tea with his hands and feet.

Yang Xiaoding took the teacup and thanked him, the crisp fragrance of tea came to his nose, swept away the exhaustion, and made people's body and mind feel extremely comfortable.

The Qingshan Taoist next to him had already handed the cup to his mouth and took a sip, he had always liked to drink tea, and he also boasted that he had tasted all the good tea in the world, but it was not as good as the tea in the humble cup in front of him.

Sure enough, there is only better, not the best.

The taste and aroma of this tea are several grades higher than those famous teas, and after swallowing it in the stomach, it is comfortable, and the people of Qingshan Dao can't help but squint their eyes and savor it, and they can't stop admiring in their mouths: "Good tea, good tea!" ā€

"The countryside is vulgar, there is nothing good to entertain the guests, only this tea made from the flowers I personally planted can barely be handled, and the guests like it." Hearing the compliment, the man was also very happy, and he spoke with a little cordiality.

"This is not only a shot that can be taken, it is simply the best, what kind of flowers are these, I am also well-informed, and I have never heard of it." Qingshan Daoist asked curiously.

"This flower is called Hongyin, and it can only grow in my small yard, so it's normal that guests haven't heard of it." The man said with a smile on his face.

"Oh, I see, it seems that the village chief has studied the flowers and plants quite thoroughly." Qingshan Daoren said.

"These things can be communicated slowly in the future, let's learn about the strange things in the village first!" Yang Xiaoding glanced at his old way dissatisfied, and forgot about his business for a cup of tea, so he asked the village chief.

"Well, you should think about this matter first, cough cough, I want to ask the village chief, when did this happen in the village, and what did your ancestors do?" Qingshan Daoist cleared his throat and asked seriously.

"I don't know exactly when it started, anyway, at least a few hundred years, I heard the previous village chief say that our ancestors planted medicinal herbs for a living, and they had a lot of research in medical skills, but then there were some accidents, and the medicinal herbs in the village died one after another, so they changed to crops, and the changes in the village were also from that time, and the villagers slowly began to die early and become sick. We tried a lot of solutions, but we couldn't solve it, and we could only watch the villagers die one after another. To tell you the truth, I have also hired a feng shui master before, but they can't solve this problem, do you really have a way? The village chief said the reason leisurely and asked with a little expectation.

"The ancestors planted medicinal herbs?" Yang Xiaoding stood up suddenly, and asked with a very strange face.

"yes, what's the problem? In the past, this village was known as the Medicine Clan, and it was quite famous. The village chief replied.

"Medicine Clan?" At this moment, even the Qingshan Dao people were surprised, and they couldn't help exchanging a strange look with Yang Xiaoding.

No wonder I always feel very familiar here, no wonder that Lingyun temperament is so special, no wonder the village chief can grow such beautiful flowers and plants.

It turned out to be because they were the descendants of the Medicine Clan, but what happened, it was clear that he was fine before he left, how could the Medicine Clan fall to such a point, Lingxin, what kind of mood did she die, and did she expect that there would be today, Yang Xiaoding's heart was in a mess, and for a while, he had mixed tastes and stayed in place.