In July, the weather in Xi'an is very hot.

The room was even hotter, and Yang Xiuwen was sitting on the sofa at home, holding a copy of [Pulse Analysis of Traditional Chinese Medicine] in his hand.

This was given to him by his apprentice Wu Qilong.

The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Zhongjing Medical University distributes to students, mainly including [History of the Development of Traditional Chinese Medicine], [Tangtou Song], [Materia Medica], [Typhoid Fever] and so on.

After the start of the school year, he will go to the medical university to study Chinese medicine, which is considered to be halfway to the school.

simply asked Wu Qilong to bring all the textbooks he used.

Li Xiaotong nestled in Yang Xiuwen's arms and twisted his body comfortably.

"Xiuwen, the weather is so hot, why are you always cold, it's so comfortable!"

Yang Xiuwen put down the book and looked down at the girl, "This is the effect of practice, when you and Xiaomin master the exercises and succeed in cultivation, you can do the same!" ”

"Oh? Are you sure? ”

Li Xiaotong sat up from his arms and asked in surprise.

Yang Xiuwen nodded affirmatively, "Of course it's true, but the premise is that you have to cultivate seriously and can't be lazy!" ”

"That, that, I want to learn now!"

Li Xiaotong's eyes flashed.

Yang Xiuwen looked at the wall clock on the wall, "I'm afraid not, it's more than nine o'clock now."

It will take at least one night to help you build the foundation, and it won't be disturbed.

You stay with me for a night, Uncle Li, Aunt Liu won't eat me yet!

Let's wait until we go to Hangzhou and start again!

If you don't believe it, you wait, Aunt Liu will come and call you in a while. “

"Bell, bell!" There was a knock on the door, and Aunt Liu pushed the door with a smile and walked in.

"Xiuwen, I'm tired today!

It's been a few days on the train, and I haven't had time to rest.

As a result, he was dragged by Tongtong's father to work for half a day.

I'm so sorry!

Tongtong, come back with me and let Xiuwen rest early. “

Li Xiaotong looked at Yang Xiuwen with an expected expression in surprise.

"How do you know?"

Yang Xiuwen first replied to Aunt Liu: "It's okay!" Auntie, I'm young, I can recover after a night's rest! ”

Then he whispered to the girl, "When you become a mother in the future, you will be the same!" ”

Li Xiaotong's face flushed, "Hmph!" Nonsense, scoundrel! ”

"Mom, let's go! Let this guy stay on his own. ”

It was late at night.

The whole city of Xi'an fell silent, quiet and peaceful.

Insects chirping, frogs singing, and dogs barking from afar in the suburbs are intertwined into a drama in the dark, self-singing, self-directing and self-appreciation.

Yang Xiuwen lay on the bed and entered the deep cultivation.

With the long breathing, breathing, and Tai Chi Five Elements Technique running rapidly, all kinds of spiritual energy around him, which are difficult to see with the naked eye, gathered around him, more and more.

Slowly, in the faint moonlight, the aura around him formed a faint white light, and then submerged into his body and disappeared.

At this time, Yang Xiuwen was "looking" at the ice dragon coiled and spinning in his mind, each holding a bead coiled and spinning, the fire phoenix.

"Hello both! We're a family now, how about getting to know each other? ”

The ice dragon held the bead in his claws, shook the dragon's tail, and didn't even look at him

The fire phoenix just skimmed him with phoenix eyes, and then, and then it was gone!

"My day, in my territory, don't be so arrogant!"

He muttered.

Shaking his head depressedly, "Forget it! Who made them heroes, if it weren't for them, the two bridges of heaven and earth would not have been able to pass through smoothly, hey! ”

This is to make the powerful monks of the pre-Qin Dynasty see this scene, and it is estimated that they will jump up and beat him

"Fuck it, forget it, don't you want to be like this!

The bridge between the upper and lower dantian was only possible in the late Jindan period, and there was very little success.

Once successful, it will be a smooth road to the future!

And he completed the connection in the middle of Qi refining, and there were two spiritual qi transformations, which opened the spiritual beast to help!

What a chance! ”

Yang Xiuwen didn't know this, at this time, his body floated slightly on the bed, and the dragon and phoenix Taiji in his brain and the Five Elements Taiji in the dantian echoed each other and rotated synchronously.

The aura in the two veins of Ren Du is like two streams circulating back and forth, one cold and one hot, converting into each other.

From jerky at the beginning, to smooth and natural today.

Every cell in the body is gradually becoming full and full of vitality.

Under the faint moonlight, his appearance seemed to be slowly changing, becoming younger?

It doesn't seem to be.

Has it become more handsome?

It doesn't seem to be.

Indescribable, if you have to give a definition.

That is, more and more dusty, more natural and elegant.

At first glance, handsome, sunny.

If you look closely, you will fall into his deep, mysterious eyes.

In short, there is more and more "fairy energy"!

In the early morning, the sky was bright, and it rained lightly in Xi'an City.

The thin rain curtain and the mountains in the distance are intertwined into a picture of the Qinling Mountains in the smoke and rain.

The heat of the past is gone, and there is a hint of coolness in the air.

Outside the city of Xi'an, in the western suburbs, there is a not too high soil mountain, with a large area and lush vegetation.

Between the trees and the jungle, there are some mounds of earth, and in front of the mounds stand stone monuments.

A crow stood on top of a stone monument, its piercing eyes looking around, occasionally making a nasty, palpitating cry.

This is the later Western Suburbs Cemetery.

Suddenly, a figure walked in the distance, walking not fast, as if looking for something.

The crow quacked a few times, flapped its wings and flew away.

The figure came to a stop in front of the stone monument where the crow was standing just now.

Strangely, the rain fell from the sky, but instead of falling on him, it slipped through the air.

Who is this person? Needless to say, it's our protagonist, Yang Xiuwen.

Watching the crow leave a filth on the stone tablet, he frowned.

As soon as he turned his hand, a brand new towel appeared in his hand, and he took a few steps up and began to carefully wipe the stone tablet.

The stele is of gray marble with a few lines engraved in regular script.

[Father Yan, Yang Zhi. Mother, the tomb of Xiaohui. Unfilial son, Yang Xiuwen knocked. February 10, 1989.

wiped the stone tablet and whispered, "Dad, Mom, my son is not filial, so I only came to see you today."

In the past, my parents left too suddenly.

I couldn't accept the terrible news, and I couldn't accept the loss of my loved ones.

As a result, time and space are out of order, and they live in their own world.

Because in that world, my parents didn't leave, and they were still with me.

Thanks to Uncle Li's help, his parents were able to settle down, and this kindness will never be forgotten by the son.

Now that I'm back, I've re-entered the campus, and it's still a Zhongjing school.

Didn't you always want me to get into a good school?

The son did it.

By the way, Uncle Li's precious daughter, Xiaotong. You know!

Now it's my son's girlfriend and your future daughter-in-law.

Next time I bring her to meet you, the ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws, right!

There is also a girl named Feng Min, too... “

Yang Xiuwen didn't know what he said, all the words were blurted out, and he couldn't stop babbling.

Yesterday, Li Dejun vaguely reminded him that it was time to go and see his parents.

Because of the sudden death of his parents, he was severely autistic.

Li Dejun saw that he had completely walked out of the shadows, so he raised his mouth.

Before I came, I was apprehensive.

After all, he is not their son.

But when I came to the tomb, the indescribable pain in my heart was heartbreaking.

He looks a lot like "Daddy".

"Mom" is very beautiful, and her long black hair is always combed into braids.

When he was young, his mother carried him on her back.

His favorite thing is to grab his mother's braids.

Whenever there is something delicious at home, my parents almost give it to "him", for the reason how ridiculous it is, and I don't like it.

But "he" saw his father secretly dip his buns in the kitchen and eat so greedily.

There will always be milk at home, but it is all "his".

And also....

His parents' love for him was so selfless, pure, and unreserved.

The expectation for him is only to grow up healthy.

A little bit, scene by scene, played like a movie.

Before you know it, it's dawn and the rain has stopped.

Clear the weeds in front of the grave and add a few handfuls of new soil.

Place braised pork, roast chicken, dim sum, and fresh fruit in front of the tombstone.

Incense and candles were lit and paper money was burned.

He kowtowed, and then sat cross-legged in front of the tomb.

I turned over my hand and took out a bottle of liquor, opened it and poured most of it in front of the tombstone, and raised my head and simmered it in one gulp.

I spat out a mouthful of wine.

"Whew! Dad, I remember that you like to drink very much, but you are reluctant to buy good wine, so you always break up the wine in the small shop at the entrance of the factory.

This is a good wine, a certain one, bought especially for you, you drink more. Mom, you can take two sips too.

Our family has money now, and we can't spend it at all.

What do you want to eat and drink in the future, give me a dream.

What a pity! It would be nice if you were still alive.

By the way, let me tell you a secret, my son is an immortal cultivator, and he has great ability! “