"Yao'er, why are you jumping so high? You're not afraid of falling?"
He took two steps forward and reached out to pick up his fair and tender little sister. Jiang Xuan inadvertently revealed a doting smile on his face.
It feels like family, which is nice.
Jiang Yao, who had her head buried in Jiang Xuan's chest, raised her little head when she heard the sound, blinked her big eyes and said in her own little voice:
"Da Guo, you don't seem to have caught the nest."
As she spoke, she buried her little head on Jiang Xuan's chest and said in a muffled voice:
"Da Guo, it's been a long time since you came home. Yao'er thought you didn't want to stay anymore."
He rubbed Jiang Yao's little head with his chin. Before Jiang Xuan could speak again, a cheer full of surprise came from his ears:
"Wipe it, brother!"
"Why did you come back?"
"Mom, I told you that I heard my eldest brother's voice, but you still don't believe me."
Looking at his third brother, who was only one head shorter than him in height, quickly ran to his side and put his arms around his neck, Jiang Xuan looked helpless:
"Xiao Wu, how old are you? Why are you still the same as when you were a child?"
"Let go."
"I don't!"
Jiang Wu rubbed his neck and said:
"Unless you promise to take me to visit the brothel."
Jiang Xuan was stunned. Before his mind could react to Jiang Wu's heroic words, Xie Qiong, who had just arrived at Jiang Xuan's side with a face full of surprise, had already darkened her face and stretched out her claws to grab Jiang Wu:
"You little bastard, have you rebelled? You have the same virtue as your father, let's see how I deal with you today."
As soon as the words fell, Xie Qiong carried Jiang Wu by his ears and walked to the backyard amidst Jiang Wu's cry for help.
During this period, she did not forget to ask Jiang Xuan in a friendly manner what he wanted to eat at night, and made sure to cook it to the taste Jiang Xuan liked.
With a smile, he watched his biological mother carry his third brother away, and then Jiang Xuan carried his little sister to the living room.
"came back?"
As soon as he entered the living room, Jiang Xuan heard a steady voice in his ears.
He stood up from the chair and looked at his eldest son, who looked like he was young. Jiang Yansong, who had gained 200 pounds, sighed with emotion:
"I have grown taller and lost weight. Why are you willing to come back today?"
Jiang Xuan smiled and said:
"First, I got some opportunities outside and need to go home to deal with them."
"Second, I felt something in my heart, and it was probably just recently that I introduced the Qi into my body."
"If you think about it carefully, practicing somewhere is not cultivation? So I just came back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yansong showed a look of surprise:
"I'm really going to become a Taoist? Is there smoke coming out of my Jiang family's ancestral grave? I didn't expect that I, Jiang Yansong, could actually give birth to a Taoist son!"
He only cared about Jiang Xuan's entry into Taoism. As for the opportunity, he forgot about it after hearing:
"No, I have to tell your second uncle and third uncle about this and let them come back and make it fun."
Jiang Xuan showed a hint of helplessness when he heard this:
"Dad, I haven't entered Taoism yet."
"Before you enter the Tao, you should be quiet and not move, so you should wait until I actually introduce the Qi into my body before calling my second uncle and third uncle."
"Yeah."
Father Jiang rubbed his hands and nodded crazily:
"Enter the Tao first, enter the Tao first."
As he spoke, he took Jiang Yao from Jiang Xuan's arms:
"You go back to your room to practice. I'll call you when you're eating, and I'll hold you."
"Yao'er, come to daddy's arms, daddy will take you to eat prawns."
"oh."
Jiang Yao heard this and fell into Jiang Yansong's arms:
"Da Guowo went to eat prawns. I'll peel the prawns for you next time. You have to tell stories to me at night~"
Jiang Xuan smiled and agreed:
"good."
Nothing happened all night.
In the early morning of the next day, it was just dawn. Jiang Xuan, who had practiced all night but gained nothing, quietly walked out of the door and walked towards the Zhushan Mountain not far away.
As I said before, the Jiang family has a lot of money.
When you have money, you will buy a family property. It is the same no matter what era.
In the hearts of Xia people, what can be more comforting than the fields?
Therefore, the two hundred acres of land next to the Jiang family and the three low hills adjacent to the Jiang family's land were all bought by Jiang Yansong.
Aishan originally had no name, but when purchasing the mountain land from the government, a land deed was required, so it got a name.
There are three mountains: Zhushan, which is full of bamboos, Songshan, which is full of pine trees, and Cicada Mountain, where the sound of cicadas is particularly loud in the summer.
Zhushan Mountain is 350 meters high and is the highest mountain outside the mountain range.
As for Songshan and Cicada Mountain, they are only about 280 meters.
Jiang Xuan's goal for this trip is Zhushan.
Walking up the mossy path, Jiang Xuan reached the top of the mountain before the sun rose.
The top of Zhushan Mountain was leveled by the Jiang family with great efforts.
The entire top of the mountain covers an area of about 7 acres, and there is a bamboo hut in the middle.
Although the cabin is small, it has a living room, study, bedroom and toilet.
Next to the hut, there is a clear spring.
The gurgling spring water flows out from the ground, and after circling around the man-made deep pool, it divides into three streams.
These three streams meander down from the top of the mountain, nourishing the entire bamboo mountain and then pouring into the fields at the foot of the mountain, which can be said to be a water conservancy for all things.
At this time, the morning sun is rising, the red sun in the east shines on the earth, and the gentle sunshine dispels the coldness in the mountains.
He squatted down and splashed the cool spring water. After standing up, he glanced at the several acres of vegetable gardens that had been neglected because no one was taking care of them. Jiang Xuan exhaled and tapped lightly on the edge of the spring.
The next moment, a lush green bamboo suddenly appeared beside the spring.
It's not right to say it's green bamboo.
After all, how can there be an adult bamboo, only a solitary bamboo branch, and only one bamboo leaf on the bamboo branch?
Therefore, the meter-high bamboo in front of us can only be called young bamboo at best.
He took two steps forward and approached Youzhu. A vague bitterness rose from Jiang Xuan's mouth, making him swallow his saliva.
In this life, it’s finally my turn to cheat!
Walk to the young bamboo and look at the bamboo leaves attentively.
On the bamboo leaf, a message that only Jiang Xuan could see suddenly appeared:
""Tai Chi Heart Sutra", proficiency level 3%"
Jiang Xuan exhaled a sigh of contentment and finally calmed down.
This bitter bamboo is his natal spiritual root.
The leaves growing on the bitter bamboo are the exercises he practices.
As the saying goes, only by enduring hardship can one become a superior person.
If he has proficiency in various exercises and Taoist techniques, then after having this bamboo, every time he practices around the bamboo, his proficiency will increase accordingly.
Until the proficiency reaches 100%, allowing him to completely master a skill to the point of perfection.
And you don’t have to worry about any accidents that may happen if your natal spiritual roots are exposed.
Although this thing has been embodied, it is still Jiang Xuan's plug-in in essence. Once in danger, it will escape back to his plug-in space without any accidents.
In addition, this bitter bamboo also has the ability to obscure itself.
Even those with great supernatural powers will subconsciously ignore it when they see it, as if it does not exist.
Even if one is aware of the existence of bitter bamboo, they will regard it as an ordinary bamboo.
Of course, in addition to the above points, his golden finger naturally has other functions.
For example, right now, Jiang Xuan stretched out his hand and touched the top of the mountain covered with grass.
The next moment, with the bitter bamboo as the center, the vegetation within a square acre of land instantly withered and turned into gray and black.
A gust of morning wind blew by, and the gray-black vegetation instantly turned into ashes.
However, the fly ash did not drift away with the wind, but instead merged into the earth that nurtured them, nourishing the thin acres of land on the top of the mountain until it seemed like oil could be squeezed out of it.