At the beginning of September 1485 in the Luo calendar, after autumn, the weeds withered and yellowed, and the trees withered.

A small village dozens of miles away from Shuangxing Town, with less than 100 households, most of them make a living from farming, and the villages are not rich, most of them are low earthen houses and low fences.

And there is an alternative place in the village, which is a two-story pavilion in the village, which is very abrupt.

The two-storey pavilion painted in crimson is simply decorated, and the courtyard inside the half-zhang high wall built of blue bricks is neat. It is strange that such a wealthy family actually raises a lot of chickens, ducks and other poultry, and a middle-aged man with simple clothes and strong body follows the leisurely poultry to clean up.

This person is Yang Qing's father, Yang Dazhi, who is not only not old than before, but much younger.

At this moment, two young men walked out of the two-story pavilion, one had very small facial features and a slightly weak figure, and judging by his demeanor, he had a stubbornness that did not match his age, and the other was very strong, with a heavy beard and very clever eyes.

These two are Yang Qing's friends, Lu Zhen and Qi Xiaohu.

"Uncle, you raise so many chickens, when did you kill and eat meat, the little nephew is hungry" Lu Zhen joked very familiarly.

"Okay, I'll let your aunt eat two for lunch in a while!" Yang Dazhi said with a smile on his healthy complexion and a look of sorrow in his expression.

"My aunt doesn't have to say anything about cooking, Lu Zhen, let's catch two of them now and kill them" Qi Xiaohu's voice was very rough, and his tone was familiar and kind.

"Okay, you can kill Xiaohu for a while, I don't dare, when the four of us went to hunt and kill the Qishan wolf, count you as the most fierce" Lu Zhen shouted the most happily, and the little nose and small eyes came together, looking very happy.

"Giggle......

Inside the courtyard, dozens of chickens and ducks fled in panic.

"Hey......"

Yang Dazhi found a wooden bench in the courtyard, sighed softly after sitting down, and lovingly watched Lu Zhen and the others scratch dozens of chickens and ducks, judging their heads.

"Uncle, if you don't move to Mobai Town, buy a house and take care of my father, it's not a problem to go on like this" Lu Zhen put away his stubbornness and said solemnly.

This suggestion has been mentioned several times, and it is mentioned again today.

"It's okay, if we move, what if Yang Qing can't find us when he comes back, he will definitely be in a hurry" Yang Dazhi shook his head slightly and slowly refused.

"If Wang Erli dares to come again, I will kick his dog leg off, and those thieves, it's best not to let me catch them" Qi Xiaohu put away his smile, his face turned cold, and said hatefully.

Here's the thing, after Yang Qing went to the Dangyun River, Wang Dali would go to the cold iron mine area every once in a while to look for him, the purpose of which was to remind him not to forget the 'no return to Taiwan', but every time he failed to find anyone, until five or six months ago, Wang Dali came to the cold iron mine area again, and still failed to see anyone as he had done the previous times.

On the top of the cold iron ore area, Drum up Zhenyuan loudly sarcastically mocked Yang Qing, saying that he took the initiative to challenge, and when the matter came, he became a turtle with a shrunken head, hiding in the horns and stealing his life, Lu Zhen and the three of them tried their best to refute, but the three of them only knew that Yang Qing was going to Dangyun River, and they didn't know where they were at this time, and the three of them saw that Wang Dali's strength was improving rapidly, and they also thought that Yang Qing would not be his opponent. In this way, there is no confidence in rebuttal.

Wang Dali's voice made everyone in the cold iron ore area know that if it weren't for Yang Qing's homework on mining cold iron ore that had not been completed for a day, Zhou Tengyun would have driven him away from the Yufeng Sect under the pretext that Yang Qing was missing or dead.

Despite this, after not seeing Yang Qing himself for such a long time, the deacon of the outer gate still had various reasons or detained trumped-up charges to expel him, and in the end, it was Tian Bo who ran to find Sun Xinyao to keep his identity as a disciple of the outer gate.

The matter is not over yet, that night, Qi Xiaohu and the three of them got together to discuss, and finally decided to let Lu Zhen go to Yang Qing's house to figure things out, after all, it is not a way to go on like this, if you really don't dare to compete on the stage without returning, it is a big deal to pretend to be a grandson and recognize a bear, and saving your life and identity is the first thing.

In this way, Lu Zhen hurried to the scene overnight, and when he arrived in the evening of the next day, he was startled by the scene he saw, the spacious house was smashed to pieces by a group of five big and three thick men, Wang Erli, who had a fierce face, was about to set fire, and Yang Dazhi was beaten all over his head in order to protect He Xiu and Yang Song.

Lu Zhen's lungs were about to explode at that time, and he took out the long whip magic weapon, and there was a slight pale cyan light surging, knocking Wang Erli to the ground.

A group of five big and three thick men are all ordinary people, how dare they fight with Lu Zhen, and they left with a crawl.

On the second day, Wang Erli came again, and Wang Dali and Wang Youcai came with him.

If Qi Xiaohu hadn't arrived in time, he threatened Wang Dali and said, "If Yang Qing knows about this, even if he can't kill you, he can slaughter you!"

Wang Dali was not afraid of Yang Qing, but he was still worried that once Yang Qing was driven crazy, he could still kill Wang Erli's family, so he returned with Wang Youcai.

The house was demolished so that it could no longer be inhabited, and a two-story pavilion was built.

Among them, Lu Zhen, Qi Xiaohu, and Tian Bo were buying wood and looking for craftsmen, and the gold and silver left by Yang Qing were more than enough.

After the house was demolished, Wang Erli came to make trouble every ten days and a half months. Moreover, there are often thieves who come here to steal.

In order to prevent any accidents, Lu Zhen and the three of them took turns to stay in the second-floor pavilion, and today it was Lu Zhen who replaced Qi Xiaohu.

He had persuaded Yang Dazhi to let him move many times, but Lu Zhen and the three of them were not Wang Dali's opponents, so they could only avoid them. And Yang Dazhi refused like this every time, because he was worried that Yang Qing would not be able to find his home after he came back.

The persuasion of Lu Zhen and the three was fruitless, and they could only do their best to protect Yang Dazhi and the three of them.

"Xiaohu, Lu Zhen, you don't have to worry, they have dismantled my old bones at most, don't worry, don't delay your cultivation because of this" Yang Dazhi said casually, with an apologetic expression.

"Uncle, don't think about it, the little nephew's cultivation is a matter of course, haha" Lu Zhen hurriedly said, his tone boastful.

Lu Zhen had a spiritual root, which caused Yang Qing and the three of them to be jealous for a while, and when it came to cultivation at this moment, they couldn't help but be proud again.

"Lu Zhen, before the chicken is killed, you will start plucking the feathers" Qi Xiaohu said in amazement, and he despised his boasting.

Time was in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening, and Yang Song, who had grown into an older child, had already returned from the private school.

Lu Zhen and Yang Song made the two-story pavilion feel like there were ten more people, and Yang Dazhi and He Xiu were relieved, but they were even more worried.

"Huh!"

A galloping figure stopped at the entrance of the village, this person was covered in dust and his face was full of tiredness.

It was Yang Qing who was trapped in the Wangxian Sea for more than half a year and returned after four months.

With the passage of time, his hair has been able to be pulled into a bun at will, but his physical body has not improved compared to when he left Wangxian Sea, and the veins around his body that have lost their meridians are still bloody in some places, not all the time, but he tore it himself.

Once there is a sign of healing, he manipulates the muscles to tear open the bridging place, even so, Yang Qing still feels as if he is seriously ill, he can't lift his strength, and his fists can't seem to be clenched.

The meridians around the body are like injuries. In the past, when the meridians existed, even if they were damaged, it did not affect the force of too much, but at this time, there was no protection of the meridians for the pulses, and the injury ran through the whole body, and it was necessary to worry about tearing the muscles along the veins with too much force.

Along the way, Fang City has traveled all over, although the elixirs that repair the meridians are precious but there are many, but the curiosities and pills that can regrow the meridians are unheard of, stalactite essence may be, but Yang Qing is not sure, the meridians are the special 'skin' of the veins, but the essence of the two is not the same.

If only a part of the meridians are shed, then the stalactite essence will definitely be able to be repaired intact. But all of them fell off, and it was very likely that the stalactite essence would repair the veins to be bridged, and there would be no gaps in the bridge, and then Yang Qing would be 'solid', and the vitality of the innate vitality would not spread to the whole body at all.

As for the Purple Mansion, it can no longer plunder the gradually condensed Dehydration Pure Lotus, but can only devour the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and slowly cultivate.

The Dehydration Pure Lotus has not been refined, when it was fragile, it was slightly plundered by the Purple Mansion, and when it devoured the aura of heaven and earth and repaired on its own, and was no longer scattered, Yang Qing could not manipulate it to cultivate the Purple Mansion, after all, the Purple Mansion at this time was no longer under the pressure of the sea storm to have a crazy plunder of any lineage.

The essence of the dehydration pure lotus is the upper grade of the spiritual level, although it has been reduced too much, it can still be restored, but it is not completely restored by relying on spirit stones, at this time, after consuming more than 500 spirit stones, the grade is restored to the lower grade of the spirit level, and then after that, it is necessary to devour the low-level spiritual objects to recover.

This is different from the promotion of the level, if a spiritual object that is essentially a lower grade of the spiritual level wants to be promoted to the middle grade of the spiritual level, it needs to devour several similar ones to have the possibility, while the restoration of the dehydration pure lotus is different, it only needs to be a water attribute, because its essence, that is, the imprint of the Dao Law, has not been reduced, and what has been reduced is only the power it uses as a medium.

"Go home!" Yang Qing understood his injury, and would not be entangled at the entrance of the village, so he found a hidden place, changed into a new robe, made himself look energetic, and returned home.

The house at home has changed, but the location has not changed, and I feel a little relieved to see the brand new two-story attic.

The divine sense saw the situation in the attic clearly, and he couldn't wait to knock on the door, and climbed over the wall to enter.

As night falls, the two-story attic stands out even more in this ordinary village.

The crescent moon is like a knife, and in the blink of an eye, it is late at night, and the lights in the attic are still bright.

"Dad, mother, brother, we will move to Fengju City another day," Yang Qing said with guilt.

Looking at He Xiu, who was not wrinkled and his eyes were red, Yang Dazhi, who was smoking a cigarette pouch from time to time, and Yang Song, who was crying with snot and tears, Yang Qing had a strong sense of self-blame in his heart.

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