Yang Yongxian still couldn't accept this fact and struggled to get out of bed.
Yang Huazhong said: "Don't stop him, let him see it by himself. If he sees it, he will give up."
As a result, after Yang Yongxian got out of bed and took a few steps, he fell to the ground and could not get up.
Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi came forward and helped him back to the bed: "How could I lie to you? If it's burned, it's burned. Otherwise, your father wouldn't be able to live in your third uncle's house, right?"
Yang Yongxian lay on the bed, holding his head and crying.
"I really can't believe that my eldest brother and Master Sanwu have such a deep relationship. I didn't see my eldest brother crying like this when my brother Xiu'er died in infancy."
At this time, the only one who said such sarcastic remarks was Yang Yongqing, who rushed back from Qing'an County after hearing the news.
Yang Yongqing hated Yang Yongxian to the core of his bones.
"Young boy, can you comfort people? If not, just shut up!"
Old Yang turned his head and scolded Yang Yongqing.
Yang Yongqing shrugged his shoulders: "That Sanwushou knows how evil he is. I heard that a bunch of bottles and jars were found in the house where he lived, and they contained dead toads, poisonous snakes, and scorpions... Who would a normal person do those things? What a disgusting thing? Burn it to death, it’s such a mess!"
Yang Yongxian suddenly raised his head, "Yes, those things are poisons raised by Master Sanwu. It's true that they are full of smoke and smoke, but those things are very useful. I think when I started doing business..."
Suddenly realizing something, Yang Yongxian covered his mouth with both hands, eyes as wide as bells.
Oh my god, what am I talking about?
What's wrong with me!
Yang Yongxian was frightened by his uncontrollable verbal behavior.
Except for a few insiders, everyone in the room was confused.
Old Yangtou was even more confused, "Yongxian, what are you talking about? Why are what you said tonight so incomprehensible?"
Yang Yongxian didn't dare to take his hands away from his mouth.
He could only shake his head.
Yang Ruoqing snickered in her heart, Yu'er's sincerity Gu was really good, the cousin almost had his heart ripped out like a big guy.
"Brother, do you still remember what happened on the night of the fire? And where did you hide during this period?" Yang Ruoqing also joined in the fun and asked.
This is what everyone is most concerned about right now, so countless eyes are staring at Yang Yongxian.
Yang Yongxian opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he was stunned. Regarding that night and this period of time, his mind was completely blank.
He only knew that Sanwu asked him to protect the law, saying that there was a peer or master in the village who wanted to fight.
"Master Sanwu fought with others, did he lose?"
As soon as the thought flashed through my mind, it came out of my mouth.
"Fighting? Who are you fighting with?" Old Yangtou asked immediately.
Yang Yongxian blinked and was thinking about telling a lie, but he said honestly: "I don't know who it is, but it's an expert who noticed what Master Sanwu did..."
"The deal?" Yang Huaming raised his eyebrows, "Yongxian, what is your relationship with that Sanwu? The deal he did is so evil, are you also a part of it?"
Yang Yongxian covered his mouth with both hands again, biting his tongue with his teeth until it bled, so that he could not make any more noise.
Old Yangtou noticed something was fishy and felt panicked. He quickly said to everyone: "Yongxian has just woken up and his body is still weak. If you have anything to ask, we can ask him another day. Let him rest first and let them all disperse." "
When everyone had dispersed and only Old Yangtou and Yang Yongxian were left in the room, Old Yangtou closed the door and window tightly, returned to the bed and asked Yang Yongxian in a low voice: "Yongxian, what's going on? There are no outsiders here, tell me truthfully, what does that San Wu do? Isn’t he a monk?”
She had covered her mouth tightly and bit her tongue, which was indeed blocking the true words that she wanted to express.
But that feeling is really uncomfortable to hold in, like you are hungry and rushing to find a squatting hole. If others don’t ask, it’s fine. But when others ask, you can’t hold back the overwhelming feeling!
"Sir, let me tell you the truth. Sanwu is a wizard I met in Changhuai Prefecture by chance. He smuggled over from Nanyang. He knows all kinds of magic and knows the witchcraft of Miao. , and he also raises little ghosts to help people bring fortune, what a skill he has..."
This narration was hearty and hearty, and Yang Yongxian felt extremely comfortable.
Old Yang was stunned.
"Yongxian, you, what are you talking about? Is there such a thing in this world? I have never heard of it in my entire life!"
"Hey, master, please stop moving now. Let me tell you this," Yang Yongxian licked his tongue and began to speak the truth again.
"Although it is true that you have lived for most of your life, in my opinion, the farthest place you have been to is the county seat. Most of the other time you have stayed in the village. You have long been a frog in the well. You have a lot of age, but you don’t have much knowledge. There are so many things you haven’t heard of!”
Old Yangtou's face was full of shock, and his voice was slightly trembling: "Yongxian, what are you talking about? You said that your father and I are a frog in the well? Didn't you say in the past that the person you admired the most was your father and me? Didn't you say that I am wise?"
Yang Yongxian looked annoyed and was about to change his words and apologize, "Sir, I was just trying to trick you to please you. After all, you are just an old farmer, what kind of vision can you have!"
Yang Yongxian covered his mouth again, his eyes filled with horror.
Did I take the wrong medicine?
Old Yangtou was no less frightened than Yang Yongxian.
Did my eldest grandson take the wrong medicine?
Why are you talking like that? Is this still him?
Both grandfather and grandson suddenly fell silent, staring at each other with big eyes.
"Yongxian, you... do you really think so of your father in your heart? I thought you were a filial and humble child. It was in vain that I loved you and protected you so much..."
Old Yangtou sighed, his face full of loneliness and disappointment.
Yang Yongxian was anxious and shook his head desperately.
"Filial piety? Humility? I did it just to show you fools. If a person has the ability to fly, who can tolerate you bunch of bumpkin old farmers?"
Yang Yongxian was so upset that he wanted to hit his head against the wall.
The more I say, the more wrong I become, and the more I say, the more wrong I become, God, please let me die!
Old Yangtou was dumbfounded and looked straight at Yang Yongxian who was holding his head on the bed and not daring to raise his head. The old man actually didn't recognize this grandson.
"Yongxian, I will just assume that you are in poor health and are talking nonsense. You should have a good sleep and think about it. Don't talk nonsense again tomorrow!"
After saying this, Old Yang went to the next room and slept with Yu Xingkui.
Yang Yongxian was lying on the bed, staring at the roof of the tent. He was at a loss and suffered from insomnia all night.
