Zhu An felt that these ghost people were more or less abnormal, could it be that the previous environment was too depressing?

"Rest well, it's safe here, and in a few days, my men will be there."

With that, he brushed his sleeves away, intending to stay away from the gang first.

As a result, all the people of the Phantom tribe fell to their knees again, their faces panicked.

"Is my lord going to give up on me?"

"Definitely." Zhu An stopped and encouraged: "Practice hard, in the future, there may not be no chance to return to the netherworld." ”

Kill back your homeland and take your homeland!

All the people of the Phantom Clan immediately heard the potential meaning of these words, their bodies shook, and their eyes lit up.

How can there be a prodigal son who does not miss his hometown?

For them, going home is naturally the most tempting thing.

"Please rest assured, my clan will concentrate on cultivation, and in the future, I will fight with you in the underworld!"

Li Qingman asked again: "My lord, what do your subordinates look like, and what should they call when they come?" ”

"A tall and thin man, just call him Mr. Yue."

……

Beishan Village, backed by the mountains and shrouded in clouds and smoke, is still peaceful and peaceful, like a paradise.

The storm of the previous lockdown of Guangping has long passed, and the materials needed by the villagers have been purchased, so they stay in the village with peace of mind and do not go anywhere.

Farming and growing vegetables, raising chickens and fish, working at sunrise, and resting at sunrise, as if it were unchanged in the long years of the past, until the time of the wasteland.

But the villagers felt extremely relieved and steady.

It's all about contrast.

Guangping City has just been in turmoil, and then the outside of the mountain is not very peaceful, and there is a violent movement of the big demon battle at every turn, the ground shakes the mountain, the smoke and dust are rolling, and the sound is particularly terrifying.

The world is in turmoil, but this place is a pure land.

When the villagers thought of this, they couldn't help but face the north mountain and thank Shenzhu loudly.

Those young people who always felt that the village was too boring also calmed down a lot during this time.

The regularity of daily activities remains monotonous, but there will be some subtle changes in everyone's specific life from time to time.

People who live with their hearts can always experience the little fun in the ordinary.

Mr. Yue in the school has become more patient and conscientious.

Every time a child skips school, Mr. Yue no longer frowns, just puts the book between his arms, leaves the school, and slowly walks to the other party's house, with a calm face, and speaks to persuade him.

After he left, the crisp sound of wicker whipping flesh and skin naturally resounded in the house, and the sounds of chickens and dogs jumping and crying echoed over the village......

Xiao Fei told his friends the secret news he heard from his father, and there are some characters of unknown origin in Beishan Village!

Mr. Yue, who appears in the school every day, is one of them, and has recently created a number of "tragedies", and under Xiaofei's description, he has become a ghost-like existence.

When Xiaofei's father learned about it, he dragged the child into the house, beat him violently, and then went to Mr. Yue's residence to apologize.

"It doesn't matter." Mr. Yue waved his hand, completely lifeless.

Only after the father and son had gone away did he chuckle.

"Actually, I'm not wrong, I'm not alive for a long time......"

Di Xiaofei was beaten twice, and finally became honest, and he didn't dare to skip school anymore, so he had to yawn and run to the school every day.

But today, he rarely mentioned a trace of spirit.

Mr. Yue is talking about something very new and interesting!

"In the human body, there are eight strange meridians, connected vertically and horizontally, like a river, which can let the breath flow into it......"

There is a picture hanging on the wall, which was drawn by Mr. Yue with a fine charcoal pen, marking the location of the acupuncture points of the meridians clearly.

The grandson of the old village chief, who usually heard more stories and had some associations, couldn't wait to raise his hand and asked, "Sir, is this for refining the body and refining qi?" ”

Mr. Yue nodded, "That's right, this is the basic knowledge of cultivation, you need to master it with your heart." ”

Hearing this, the children were immediately excited, and their eyes widened one by one, eager to stuff this meridian map into their brains.

Practice! They can also practice!

Inside the school, the atmosphere was full of joy, and the children held their heads high, feeling that they had become cultivators.

Di Xiaofei was thoughtful......

Yesterday, Mr. Yue suddenly stood alone on a high place, looking at the far south.

Immediately, above the southern sky, the white clouds suddenly shattered and scattered into clouds, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

A fierce wind blew from the south and poured into Beishan Village, raising all the herbs dried by Aunt Wang's house next door to the sky.

Xiao Fei saw Mr. Yue shaking his head, and whispered softly:

"The husband should be like this......

Curious, he leaned up and asked, "Mr. Yue, what's wrong with that cloud?" ”

Mr. Yue's eyes were deep, as if he could see the sky, "There is a person whose fist shattered the white clouds in the sky. ”

"And such people?"

Xiao Fei felt like he was listening to mythological stories, and looked up at the sky with his husband, and his heart was extremely fascinated.

After a while, I felt strange, and then asked:

"How do you know, sir?"

"Because he and I were both people who were blessed by the divine bamboo." Mr. Yue sighed with emotion and patted Xiaofei on the shoulder.

"Tomorrow, I must come to school and listen to the lectures."

"Perhaps, one day in the future, you can smash the clouds with your fists."

Xiao Fei touched his hot buttocks, fantasizing about that day, and couldn't help but smile.

"As long as he can beat my father, when the time comes, he won't dare to pump my ass anymore, maybe I can still beat him."

Mr. Yue was silent for a moment, he couldn't help it, and kicked the child down the hill with a gentle kick.

Then he began to meditate in his heart again:

"Calm the mind, stop the anger ......"