As soon as he saw this person, Jiang Yongge suddenly changed into a respectful look, took two steps back, and stood aside. Even the onlookers were silent and turned their eyes to this man.

This person is about forty years old, and he was born with a bodhisattva face, which makes people awe at first sight. Although there was only an ordinary silver hairpin on the top and bottom of the whole body, and there was no embroidery on the hem of the shirt, it was solemn and solemn, enough to shock everyone present.

"Why did you alarm my mother, it's a child who is not filial!" Jiang Yongge stepped forward to support Mrs. Jiang, and was about to explain the cause and effect again, but Mrs. Jiang pushed him away, walked straight to Yan Yan, and stretched out a snow-white jade hand.

"Are you ......" Yan Yan saw that the Jiang family members had come out, and it was difficult to hide the panic in her eyes, so she only glanced at it hurriedly, and then lowered her head again.

"Good boy, I'm your aunt, get up quickly, follow me in!" Mrs. Jiang smiled kindly like a spring breeze, but Jiang Yongge was shocked.

Ever since he was a child, he rarely saw his mother's family. Once or twice in a while, he'd seen it too. But the cousin in front of him who "fell from the sky", he had never heard his mother mention it. Could it be a distant relative?

"Ge'er, this is my sister-in-law, your aunt's only daughter, Yanyan, is your cousin!" Mrs. Jiang's black and white eyes were cloudy for a moment, and Jiang Yongge clearly saw that a trace of blood quickly swelled up, and disappeared in an instant. He felt that there was something wrong, and was about to open his mouth to ask, when suddenly his heart was filled with annoyance, and his mind became blurred.

"Childe, Childe, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this, Shuangquan immediately stepped forward to support Jiang Yongge. At this time, the onlookers had gradually dispersed, and Mrs. Jiang held Yan Yan's hand affectionately, not noticing her son's abnormality at all, and went to the door. When her vision was blurred, Jiang Yongge vaguely saw Yan Yan turn her head and glance at herself, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth that made her hair stand on end.

Shuangquan took matters into his own hands and sent Jiang Yongge back to the bedroom. Widening his robe, lying sideways on the bed, and drinking a cup of herbal tea with Shuangquan's hand, Jiang Yongge felt more comfortable.

"What do you think, what about that Yanyan girl?" Jiang Yongge asked suddenly, Shuangquan was stunned, and said with a touch of disdain on his face, "Born in a small family, relying on his own careful thinking, he wants to pester you." But ......"

Speaking of this, Shuangquan closed his mouth, not daring to say any more. Jiang Yongge said, "Do you think that there is something wrong with my mother's attitude towards her?" Shuangquan nodded again and again, "Madame never pays attention to foreign affairs, this Yanyan girl has not yet entered the mansion, why did Madame hear about it and greet her in person? Not to mention that it is a cousin girl whose truth is unknown, even if she is a princess, Madame will not see it." ”

"You come!" Jiang Yongge beckoned to Shuangquan, who immediately came up with his ear, and after some instructions, he blinked slyly and retreated quietly. Jiang Yongge only felt a burst of anger, and there was a faint thunder in the distance, and a big storm was coming!

Under the big locust tree at the entrance of Xiaoanzhuang Village, seventy or eighty miles south of Baozhou City, seven or eight young people gathered together, each holding a wooden sword cut from tree branches in his hand, and making a gesture. They are all natives of Xiao'anzhuang, the eldest is twenty-one or twelve years old, and the younger is seventeen or eighteen years old, but they rarely have the opportunity to leave Xiao'anzhuang and see the outside world.

Not long ago, one of these people, with his distant cousin went to Baozhou City, and when he came back, he talked about it, talking about the fact that everyone in Baozhou City cultivated immortals, and it was envy and novelty.

"You don't know, there are many shops in Baozhou City, but most of them sell not cloth, silk, rouge, and gouache, but things related to the cultivation of immortals. Have you ever seen such a big old tortoise shell?" the young man stood on a round boulder under the tree, the stone was smooth, but he stood firmly.

"Are you bragging, such a big ghost, who has seen it, who of you have seen it?" someone questioned, but the young man glared at him, crossed his hands on his hips and said, "Say you don't know it, and you still gasp! What is this, I have also seen those glowing stones, talking monkeys!"

"But, what does this have to do with cultivating immortals?" the other person put down the wooden sword in his hand and said puzzledly, "I heard that cultivating immortals is to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, will you?"

The person who was asked was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little weak. Some of what he said was true, and some of it was just nonsense to show off in front of his companions. But if he said it and spilled the water, he couldn't take it back, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "I, I'll naturally do it!"

"Bragging!"

"That is, if you enter Baozhou City once, you will cultivate immortals?"

"Let's not listen to his nonsense, Chai Shien, if you really know, make some movement for us to see!"

Everyone was in a commotion, and Chai Shien, who was standing on the boulder, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He secretly said in his heart, "I didn't look at the yellow calendar when I went out today, but now it's okay, I'm embarrassed and I'm home." If you want to stand up in front of them in the future, you can't!"

Chai Shien racked his brains, but he couldn't think of a way to deal with it after all. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, thinking, "Thirty-six plans are the best plan, I will divert their attention first, and then take the opportunity to run away, and the future will be talked about later!"

Thinking of this, Chai Shien suddenly stomped his feet and shouted, "Well, that old tree, this immortal is here, and he hasn't spoken yet!" He pointed to the old locust tree on the side.

The people of Xiaoanzhuang, from the elderly to the three-year-old children, have all played under the old locust tree. People from the grandfather's generation say that their grandfather's grandfather also grew up under this tree when he was a child. If you talk about the year of this old locust tree, you have to go to the ancestral hall to incense and ask your ancestors.

"Hahaha, you bluff us, how can this old tree speak? Chai Shien, aren't you stupid?"

There was another burst of laughter, Chai Shien's face turned red, he knew that his hand was smashed, and when would he wait if he didn't run at this time?

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of falling to the ground behind him one after another, followed by the exclamations of his companions, "You, you open quickly, old tree, old tree he ......" Chai Shien hurriedly turned around, and saw a human face faintly appearing on the thick trunk of the old locust tree.

Chai Shien thought he was dazzled, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, only then did he see that it was indeed a human face, and it was the face of an old man with a beard.

"Oh my God, this, this can't be a dream, right?" Chai Shien's mind was lively, he thought, if he hadn't moved the gods of the past, or there were mountain monsters at work. You can't stay here for long, your life matters!