Chapter 289 The face of receiving gifts is confused, let's shake hands
Qin Yang drank the wedding wine brewed by Yudao, feeling that it was mellow and long, and it was particularly easy to absorb the refined spiritual power. Then he looked at the dishes on the table that did not look very good but were very real...
The whole person is getting worse and worse...
These dishes, especially the piece of arowana meat in the middle, will make your body feel hot when you eat them. The power contained in them is really too high.
However, the farmers around them, who seemed to be dealing with the land every day and looked like ordinary people, were enjoying their meals happily.
After eating the arowana meat, they didn't even blush.
"Snapped……"
There was a muffled sound, Qin Yang turned around and saw that the loyal and honest groom officer was slapped by the withered blood Dao Ji and fell to the ground. The compacted earth was forcibly dented with a humanoid mark.
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As expected, the groom stood up timidly and carefully apologized to the withered-blooded Taoist Priest, asking her to calm down...
He didn't even have a scratch on his skin.
Qin Yang looked at this scene expressionlessly, already feeling a little numb.
This peasant boy, who looked like a mortal in every way, wanted to resist this blow without any reaction. His physical body would at least be better than his own.
Turning her head, the withered Dao Ji went to toast her father-in-law and mother-in-law. The anger between her eyebrows dissipated by seven points. No matter how she looked at Qiao Ran, she was just a shrewd daughter-in-law who respected her elders...
Qin Yang was drinking the wedding wine, and his brain was almost short-circuited.
What the hell is going on?
The Withered Blood Dao Ji obviously didn't lose his memory or lost consciousness. He remembered everything. How could he become a good person so easily?
It's okay to say that she has other plans, but after watching it for so long...
No matter how you look at this happy woman, she is sincere and really wants to marry that timid peasant boy.
If it were anyone else, Qin Yang would never think so much and would just firmly believe that the other party was acting.
But this is the Withered Blood Dao Ji, there is no way she can have such high acting skills.
To put it bluntly, even if she had such terrifying acting skills, she would definitely not be able to act.
A meal of spiritual wine and delicacies, including even a piece of dragon fish meat with dragon blood, was tasteless to Qin Yang.
After the wedding banquet was over, Qin Yang was warmly arranged to stay at his home by the old farmer he met at the beginning.
The old farmer's name is Wang Wu, and he is called Wang Laowu by the villagers. He lives next door to Wang Er's house.
As soon as it got dark, the village fell into darkness. Every household went back to rest. The lamp oil was scarce and they were reluctant to light their lamps.
Living in the wing room, Qin Yang glanced at the warm bedding that had just been dried in the sun, then at the hands wrapped around his neck in the wedding dress, and sighed secretly.
Take a nap, I can’t sleep...
Meditate...
"Bang!" As soon as I closed my eyes, there was a muffled sound from the next door, and then I heard the Withered Blood Taoist Girl yell: "You're so stupid!"
You don't need to guess to know that the unlucky groom was beaten again...
"ah……"
After a while, the sound of the withered-blooded Dao Ji's ejaculation was heard again.
One wave after another without stopping...
Qin Yang opened his eyes. Instead of being distracted by this, his heart became more confused and solemn.
Withered Blood Daoji is really serious...
Something is so wrong.
This village is so abnormal, no, it's not normal in a place like this.
But what's going on?
Most of the monks are strong-willed, and to put it bluntly, they are stubborn.
Once some concepts are formed, they are difficult to change. So what is it that can make people make such big changes in a short period of time?
I can't understand...
Listening to the withered blood Dao Ji's increasingly loud voice, Qin Yang no longer had the time to think about it.
At dawn the next day, Qin Yang went out to wander around with his wedding dress on his back. Ten of the people in the village had already gotten up. Some went out with hoes on their shoulders, and some left the village carrying fishing gear.
The door next door opened, and the Withered Blood Taoist Princess changed into coarse cloth clothes, with a glowing face and holding a dustpan, and walked out of the yard next door.
After seeing Qin Yang, the Withered Blood Dao Ji immediately restrained herself, snorted with a stern face, and turned her head to look to the other side.
"Daoji, stay." Qin Yang didn't care whether the withered-blooded Daoji didn't want to see him. If he didn't ask some questions, he would get hairy in his heart.
"If you have something to say, just say it, if you have a fart, let it go. I have to grind the beans." Withered Blood Dao Ji said with an impatient look on her face.
Qin Yang smacked his lips and thought about it. He didn't want to argue with someone who was no longer his family member. If she had been normal, she might not have said that.
"I wonder where the little devil is? I haven't seen him for a few days and I miss him very much. I don't know if his eyes are healed?"
"The little demon Buddha didn't come. He went to explore the way to the upper level. If you have nothing to do, please leave quickly. Don't stay here..." Withered Blood Taoist Fairy still didn't look good.
From her tone, it was obvious that she knew where this place was and why she came here.
Before she finished speaking, an old man carrying a hoe and a bamboo hat came out of the yard.
"Hey, I heard that old man Wang Wu said yesterday that a stranger came here. I didn't expect you to recognize my new aunt. Why didn't you tell me earlier yesterday? Look at what happened, young man, you
Have you eaten yet? Come and eat at home..."
"Who knows him..." Withered Blood Dao Ji denied...
Qin Yang quickly stepped forward, grabbed the old farmer's arm with one hand, and smiled broadly.
"Old man, I am from my mother's side. This is my second uncle's granddaughter. She is making trouble with me. How could I not know her?"
"It turns out it's my mother's family, please come to the house and invite me." Wang Er was startled and quickly dropped his hoe, pulling Qin Yang and walking inside.
"We're a family, so you're welcome."
"Qin Yang!" Withered Blood Taoist Priest screamed, her eyebrows stood up, and anger rose between her brows.
"Old man, I am a big girl who has had a bad temper since she was a child. I beat her when I was young. Who would have thought that she still holds grudges so much that she doesn't restrain herself even after she is married? It's really..." Qin Yang followed Wang
The second walked inside, happily talking nonsense.
"It's okay, it's okay, my family likes it like this. The kid is soft-tempered, so find a good and aggressive housekeeper." Wang Er smiled with a smile on his face. The more angry the Withered Blood Dao Ji became, the more he believed her.
Why don't you believe it? The new daughter-in-law has beaten the groom seven or eight times in just one day. If it were fake, the new daughter-in-law would have rolled up her sleeves and stabbed him.
Now this was obviously acquaintance, and he was so angry that there was murderous intent in his eyes, but he didn't take action...
Don't think about it. He must have been afraid of being beaten when he was a child, so he couldn't beat his eldest cousin.
With Withered Blood Dao Ji looking unhappy, Qin Yang had a meal at Wang Er's house and didn't know whether it was breakfast or lunch.
His identity as the eldest cousin of his mother's family was confirmed, and no one believed him even if he denied it.
Especially her man, who was beaten up if she disagreed with him, had no doubts about Qin Yang's identity.
After the meal, Withered Blood Taoist Ji virtuously cleared away the dishes, wiped the table, washed the dishes and washed the pots. After everything was done, she waited until all the men in the family went out to work, then she took the time to go out and found someone sitting outside the door.
Qin Yang eating under the tree.
"Qin Yang, let's go. Go back and be your captain. There is nothing you want here. If you want to go to the second floor, leave the village and continue walking along the river. If you want to leave, it turns out that
Return to the road, I know what you are thinking, don't you just think that my change is a bit unexpected?"
"Huh?" Qin Yang was startled. She also knew that her changes were a bit strange?
"I like this place very much. After dismembering my body once, my level has dropped and I am already tired. In the Futu Demon Cult, you are either ruthless or dead. I don't want to live this kind of life anymore. I haven't heard of anyone for so many years.
In the end, I really became an immortal. The unparalleled strong men who once shocked the world all died in the end. Now I just want to live here peacefully with an honest man who doesn't dislike me. If I can have a son and a half
Women are even better..."
There was a hint of exhaustion in the eyes of the withered-blood Daoji, and she couldn't be more serious.
Qin Yang opened his mouth but was speechless for a moment.
I had my heart and lungs ripped out?
Why does it feel so weird?
"Okay, I'm overthinking it, so I wish you a happy life here." Qin Yang sighed, then pointed at a bronze ring worn on the finger of the Withered Blood Taoist Priest: "Since you are going to find a
If you are an honest person living an ordinary life, this thing will be of no use to you. If you give it to me, I can only reluctantly cut off the connection with the past for you."
Withered Blood Dao Ji fumbled with the bronze ring she wore on her finger, her expression a little complicated. After a long time, she took off the ring and waved her hand, and a halo appeared on it, but her mark was not erased.
"This is what my master gave me after I killed seventeen competing sect members and became the true successor. You are right. This is the connection between me and the Buddha Sect. There is no benefit in keeping it, so I gave it to you.
You go."
Qin Yang caught the ring with a dull expression and subconsciously used his skills to pick it up.
In an instant, the pickup was successful and the refining was completed.
After a long while, Qin Yang suddenly came back to his senses.
Damn it, I'm just joking with you, it's a joke!
Why did you really give it away?
He raised his head and saw that the Withered Blood Dao Ji had left. Qin Yang was holding the bronze ring with a confused look on his face.
After so many years of traveling around the world, this is the first time I have encountered this kind of thing.
I didn't feel so happy about making an unexpected fortune, but instead felt horrified.
Let's go, let's go quickly, this place looks so evil.
Having made up his mind, Qin Yang was ready to leave. Whatever he had doubts about, forget it. Withered Blood Taoist Ji never behaved and it was none of his business.
Just as we reached the entrance of the village, Wang Wu came back with a hoe.
"Hunter, where are you going?"
"I'll just wander around..."
"Then you can come back later, the village chief wants to see you." Wang Wu couldn't help but said, pulling Qin Yang away.
"village head?"
"Yes, Wang Er's new aunt can only come to our village with the approval of the village chief. You carried your aunt on your back and fled to our place. If you want to settle down, you must first meet the village chief. The village chief said
, don’t let those with evil intentions, I think you are quite good, you look like a scholar, oh, by the way, have you read any books?”
"I've read a lot..."
"That's incredible!" Wang Wuyi smacked his thigh, beaming: "You are a good scholar. The village chief said that you should study more. The village chief will definitely agree to your settlement. When the time comes, the villagers will help you build a house.
You also got married in the village..."
Qin Yang nodded and said nothing. Wang Wu's hand was very strong. Just pulling him away made him feel that it was difficult to resist.
And most importantly, the skills of the people I have contacted in the past two days have not responded.
It is not certain whether these people are fake or alive, but they are certainly not dead.
When he was about to leave, Wang Wu, who was going to work in the fields, suddenly stopped him at the entrance of the village.
Qin Yang thought about it for a while and realized that the master was here.
Following Wang Wu, he did not enter the village, but came to the fields outside.
"Village chief, here comes the back-up man from outside, and he is still a scholar." Wang Wu shouted.
In the field, an old farmer who was barefoot, with his pants rolled up to his knees and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, walked out of the field.
The old farmer looks to be about sixty years old, with dark skin, his face is covered with traces of wind and sun, and his hands are covered with thick calluses left by farm work.
"I, Wang Qinian, am the village head of Wangjia Village. Young man, what is your surname?"
"The surname is Qin, and the single name has the character Yang." Qin Yang didn't hide anything. With the Withered Blood Dao Ji here, he couldn't hide it: "To be honest, I'm going to leave. I wonder what the village chief wants to do with me?"
"Brother Qin is leaving? Isn't it good here?" The village chief kept smiling and seemed not surprised.
"Here..." Qin Yang looked around, feeling peaceful. He could smell the fragrance of the spiritual plants here, and he couldn't help but feel relaxed in his heart: "This place is really good, but it's not suitable for me."
"Okay, Brother Qin doesn't want to stay, and he can't force himself to come. If Brother Qin gets tired someday, he can come here. You are welcome here at any time." The village chief seemed to be easy to talk to and didn't force himself.
Finally, the village chief pointed to a field on the mountainside in the distance.
"Brother Qin, go pick some medicinal materials before you leave. We will give something to every outsider who leaves the village. Just plant the seeds again after you pick them."
"No, the village doesn't need to be polite."
"Go ahead. The people who came with Wang Er's new daughter-in-law picked a lot before leaving. Those medicinal materials have been passed down from generation to generation, and we don't know them. I heard the blind backhand from before,
What kind of Mingshen fruit is that..."
"Mingshen Fruit?" Qin Yang was startled, quite surprised.
It is said that the Mingshen Fruit was a specialty of the Southern Barbarians in the past. It grew in swamps full of poisonous miasma. It has the effect of clarifying the mind, seeing nature, and warming the soul. It is one of the few elixirs that is helpful to the soul.
And the most important thing is that this thing can be eaten directly without being refined into elixirs.
But it is said that thousands of years ago, the number of this thing dropped sharply, and it was not completely extinct, but almost completely extinct.
"Then I'll be disrespectful." Qin Yang said politely and followed the village chief to the opposite hillside.
Sure enough, in a terraced field, there were dozens of Mingshen fruit trees half as tall as a man, with purple fruits hanging on them. They were all ripe and at least a thousand years old.
"Pick it. After picking one, just plant another one."
Qin Yang stood at the edge of the field, staring at the Mingshen fruit tree, unable to see anything wrong with it.
Just by gently sniffing the fragrance, I feel refreshed and my consciousness becomes very clear.
The treasure is in front of you, but if someone insists on giving it to you, you can't accept it. It really doesn't make sense...
But before taking it, let’s check again. This village chief is obviously a little different...
"Village chief, thank you very much for your generous gift."
With that said, Qin Yang stretched out a hand in front of the village chief.
"What is this?" The village chief was a little confused.
Qin Yang grinned with an innocent look on his face.
"Shake hands. This is the etiquette in our hometown. Especially when elders give gifts, we must shake hands to express gratitude." 8)