Yang Dongxu stood there blankly with the porcelain bottle in his hand, messy in the wind.
Doesn’t it mean that women’s sexual performance is very obvious, while men’s sexual performance has no specific performance at all? Why could the two old men tell at a glance that he was no longer a boy, and also see his indulgence last night?
You must know that his body has been hardened by practicing martial arts since he was a child. Although he was a little reckless last night. But after I got up, I was energetic, not tired, no black circles, no weak feet, or dark spots in my hall.
"The dog is really beeping." Yang Dongxu couldn't help but cursed in his heart.
But the next moment, he uncorked the porcelain bottle and put it to his nostrils and took a sniff, but he couldn't detect anything. So the porcelain bottle tilted, and a pill came out from everywhere.
The pill was only about the size of a soybean, and it was still the size of a sealing wax coating. After peeling off the wax coating, the small black pill inside was only a little bigger than a mung bean, and was about the same size as the Liuwei Dihuang pills he had seen.
I put the pill to my nostrils and smelled it, but I didn't smell anything special. He couldn't see why, so Yang Dongxu opened his mouth, threw the pill into his mouth and chewed it twice. The unique bitterness of traditional Chinese medicine fills the mouth, followed by an indescribable sweetness, a bit like the sweetness of licorice, but richer and purer.
I squirted my mouth a few times to feel it, but I didn't find any heat flowing straight into my stomach and my body was warm. I didn't find that my luck suddenly exploded. It was just like taking an ordinary pill.
"Things that strengthen the body and strengthen the body are usually nourishing. You won't feel much after eating it once or twice. But if you want to feel it intuitively, you can take one pill before sex to ensure that you are alive and well." The old man who had already arrived in the dining room suddenly turned around and said Yang Dongxu raised his eyebrows.
Yang Dongxu instantly blushed: "If I didn't eat this thing, I would still be alive and kicking."
A man can do anything if others question him, but he can't survive if he can't be questioned by others. Especially since he is a very angry 19-year-old boy.
The old man glanced at Yang Dongxu and nodded without retorting: "You do have a good foundation and a lot of capital. This thing is really not needed now. Keep it and maybe you can use it in the future."
I'm going, but don't leave, old man. Please explain this clearly. What do you mean it will be useful in the future? Will I stop erecting from now on, or will I have premature ejaculation?
And what was that look in your face just now? How could you tell with just one look that I have a good foundation and a lot of capital? Do you have a X-ray device on your eyes?
Yang Dongxu walked into the dining room with a depressed look on his face. Aunt Hua and Cui Ma kept looking at him, holding back smiles at the corners of their mouths. It was obvious that they, as experienced people, had just understood something.
Yang Dongxu pretended not to see anything. First he politely poured wine for the old man and Mr. Xuan, then sat down at the bottom of the juniors and started eating, pretending not to notice.
Old man Xuan usually doesn't eat in the dining room. He always makes a pot of wine in the front yard and eats alone with Mr. Yi. Only when someone or friends come over will they sit in the dining room to eat out of respect for the guests.
He didn't sit in the main seat, saying that it was Yang Dongxu's position as the master, and he was just a guest staying here. Old man Xuan, who is already over 80 years old, is like this. In the past two years, he has evolved more and more like a naughty boy. He will quarrel with the uncles and aunties in the park when nothing happens, and sometimes he is as stubborn as an old-fashioned man.
"This person has a bad reputation. We should have less contact with him in the future. But his skills in making medicine are pretty good, so we can keep him. But if you take less, the medicine is probably half poisonous." Seeing Yang Dongxu burying his head in the rice, Old Man Xuan took a sip of wine. He spoke.
"I said that the thief of hell has been gone for so many years, but you still have such a bad mouth? What do you mean by my bad reputation? Go outside and ask around. When you mention me, Sun Banxian, who doesn't give a thumbs up and call me a living god who saves people in distress? He says it's Wanjia. It is not an exaggeration to be born a Buddha.
I feel that I haven't yet become an immortal, so I humbly recognize you as a half-immortal. I don't know how many times your reputation is better than that of you, the thief of hell.
Also, it is good that the medicine has three parts of the poison, but does that refer to the medicine I prepared? The Gubenpeiyuan Xiaohuandan prepared by me is so effective that you, a country bumpkin, cannot imagine it.
Besides, the fruits and vegetables you usually eat, and the wine you drink now are actually medicine, so why haven’t they poisoned you? "Old man Sun blew his beard and stared at old man Xuan.
Yang Dongxu couldn't help but glance at him with some surprise. You must know that over the years, no matter who has a higher status than Old Man Xuan or is older than him. When I see old man Xuan, he is treated as an equal at best, and more than 90% of them are juniors.
This was the first time he had seen someone like Old Man Sun who opened his mouth and turned into a curse, calling Old Man Xuan a country bumpkin who didn't know anything and called himself Lao Tzu. This is obviously an expert. Also, this was the first time he heard that old man Xuan had the nickname 'Thief King of Hell'.
"Sun Barefoot, let's make it clear who is the country bumpkin. How dare you, a Barefoot doctor, compete with me for status?" Old Man Xuan snorted disdainfully.
"What's wrong with my status? I have been a nobleman for thousands of years. I don't know how many times better than you who used to pick up cow dung outside the customs. Besides, you are now a bullshit nobleman who has subjugated the country. I will still show my identity. He is a modern aristocrat, and the chairman has to meet him personally. Do you dare to reveal your identity? You are still competing with me." Old Man Sun also glared back.
It is said that you should not slap someone in the face or scold them, but every word spoken by Old Man Sun stabbed Old Man Xuan in the heart. Yang Dongxu was dumbfounded when he heard this. He even forgot to chew the rice he pulled into his mouth and dropped it.
"I see you're getting impatient." Old Xuan's hair stood up in anger and he slapped the table before standing up. He reached out and grabbed Old Sun's collar and lifted it up.
Old Man Xuan's actions startled Yang Dongxu. Although Old Man Xuan is now over 80 years old, he can still twist a piece of cloth with his bare hands. Old Man Sun was as thin as a stick and was obviously no match for him.
"Martial men, barbarians...only the lower class people take action and have the ability to compete with me in literary talent."
"Oh, I am very talented and knowledgeable, and my literary talent is dozens of miles ahead of a barefoot doctor like you."
"My literary talent will blow you away." Even though Old Man Sun was grabbed by the collar and knew that he was no match for Old Man Xuan in fists and feet, he did not show any weakness at all.
"I'll throw you away a thousand times." Old Man Xuan glared at Yan Jing.
"I'll dump you ten thousand times."
"I'm going to dump you a hundred thousand times."
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Just like this, while Yang Dongxu was stunned, the two old men were spitting and running wildly on countless streets. They not only scolded, but also ate vegetables from time to time to replenish their strength and drank wine to moisten their throats.
Yang Dongxu wisely slipped out of the dining room with his rice bowl and went straight to the kitchen. He had just started eating and was still hungry.
The quarreling continued until around eight o'clock in the evening before it stopped. When there was no sound, Yang Dongxu stretched his head and looked into the dining room, only to find two old men lying on the chairs and snoring.
There were several wine bottles at everyone's feet. These were all good wines that Yang Dongxu had collected in the past few years, but they were destroyed by the two old men while cursing each other.
But this was all a trivial matter. He reached out and felt the strong pulses of the two old men. Judging by the pulses alone, some people believed that they were strong young men. Yang Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief.
Let Cui Ma clean the room, he sent old man Xuan back to the room first, and asked Aunt Hua to help take care of him. Then he ran to the dining room and sent Old Man Sun to the guest room, leaving this to Mother Cui to take care of.
When he had nothing to do, he went into the underground secret room. He had just been looking for good wine for two old people. The foreign wine in the study was said to be horse urine, so they had to open the secret room and move the treasures to the basement.
Only then did Yang Dongxu remember that there were so many treasures in his basement, and it seemed that they had not been taken care of for a long time. So he was like a rich man inspecting his treasure house, looking at this and that, cleaning up and drooling almost the whole time.
Yang Dongxu came up from the secret room with his mouth watering until midnight, almost dripping with water. When he brought it up, he picked up a safety buckle on the jade wooden shelf near the exit.
In addition to the safe wooden shelves, there are also objects such as Jade Buddha, Jade Guanyin and Jade Ruyi. They looked ancient but were actually modern things. These were the products he used to hone his jade carving skills a few years ago when he was learning various skills from Old Man Xuan.
Although these things cannot be compared with the works of any masters, let alone the historical jades collected on other wooden shelves, they are very innovative to give to friends.
And every ingredient used in this thing is sufficient, not to mention the quality of the ingredients. Back then, when he purchased jade or rough stones, he would carefully select them, and he would not look down on those with poor quality.
For example, the Ping An buckle he is holding in his hand is from the dragon stone species, also known as the divine dragon species. It is green in color and has a positive color. I heard that it was discontinued in the 1970s. Now all that can be seen on the market are Some old items can be said to have a price but no market.
Sometimes Yang Dongxu would also think obscenely that if these collections of mine were released, not only would they shock the National Palace Museum, but they would at least shock the Chinese collecting community.
When I came out of the basement and looked at the time, it was already past twelve o'clock. I went out to the front yard and took a look. The lights in the two elderly people's houses were out. Probably Cui Ma and Aunt Hua saw that the two old people were sleeping peacefully, so they turned off the lights and went back to their rooms.
"What are you doing, being sneaky?" When he came back from the front yard and saw Zhuo Qing'er, he was stunned for a moment when he saw Yang Dongxu, and then snorted coldly.
This attitude has been like this since the last time the two of them separated. When she sees Yang Dongxu, she always looks at Yang Dongxu with both noses and eyes as long as he is fine.
"This is my home, do I still need to be sneaky?" Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.
"Who knew you would do something shameful?"
"Let me tell you clearly, what does it mean that I have done something shameful?"
"What's going on with Chen Hong?" Zhuo Qinger stared into Yang Dongxu's eyes.
"What's going on? You're an artist from Haina Company. Why are you asking?" Yang Dongxu suddenly thought, wondering if Zhuo Qing'er had any spies around him?
If Zhou Ya knew there was nothing surprising, how could Zhuo Qing'er know?
"Just an artist?" Zhuo Qing'er took a step forward.
"What do you mean? You are speaking inexplicably." Yang Dongxu held on.
"Hmph!" Zhuo Qing'er flicked her ponytail, leaving Yang Dongxu with a head on his back and returned to the room.
Yang Dongxu scratched his head, and for a moment he couldn't figure out which song she was singing, and how she knew about Chen Hong? What did Dongzi say? It's impossible. I haven't heard of any interaction between the two of them.
With all kinds of speculations in his mind, Yang Dongxu returned to his room.
