Zhu An felt that these You clan people were more or less abnormal. Could it be that the previous environment was too depressing?
"Have a good rest. It's safe here. My men will arrive in a few days."
After that, he walked away, planning to stay away from these people first.
As a result, all the You clan members fell to their knees again, with panic on their faces.
"Is my lord planning to give up on me?"
"No." Zhu An stopped and encouraged: "Practice well, and there may not be a chance of returning to the Netherworld in the future."
Fight back to your homeland and take back your homeland!
All the You clan members immediately heard the hidden meaning in these words, their bodies trembled, and their eyes all shone brightly.
How can a prodigal son not miss his hometown?
For them, going home is naturally the most tempting thing.
"Please rest assured, my lord, our clan will concentrate on cultivating and will fight with you against the Nether Clan in the future!"
Li Qingman asked again: "My lord, what do your men look like, and what should they be called when they come?"
"A tall and thin man, just call him Mr. Yue."
…
Beishan Village, backed by mountains and shrouded in clouds and smoke, is still peaceful and peaceful, like a paradise.
The previous storm of Guangping's city closure has long passed, and the villagers have purchased all the supplies they need, so they stay in the village with peace of mind and do not go anywhere.
Planting land and vegetables, raising chickens and fish, working at sunrise and breathing at sundown, just like those long years in the past, it seems to be the same forever.
But the villagers felt extremely at ease and at ease.
It's all about comparison.
There had just been chaos in Guangping City, and then there was no peace outside the mountains either. Violent noises of battles between big demons could be heard at every turn. The ground shook, the mountains shook, smoke billowed, and the sound was particularly frightening.
The world is in chaos, but this place is a pure land.
When the villagers thought of this, they couldn't help but face Beishan and thank Shenzhu loudly.
Those young people who always felt that the village was too boring have become much calmer during this time.
The rules of daily activities are monotonous and unchanged, but everyone's specific life actually undergoes some subtle changes from time to time.
People who live their lives carefully can always appreciate the small pleasures in the ordinary.
Mr. Yue in the school has become more patient and conscientious.
Every time a child plays truant, Mr. Yue no longer frowns. He just puts his book under his arm, leaves the school, and walks slowly to the child's home. With a calm look on his face, he encourages students to learn.
After he left, the house would naturally hear the crisp sound of wicker whipping the flesh, chickens and dogs jumping, and the sound of crying and crying echoed over the village...
Xiaofei told his friends the secret news he heard from his father. There were some people with unknown origins in Beishan Village!
Mr. Yue, who appears in the school every day, is one of them. He has recently caused many "tragedies". According to Xiao Fei's description, he has become a ghost-like existence.
When Xiaofei's father found out, he dragged his child into the house, beat him violently, and then took him to Mr. Yue's residence to apologize.
"It's okay." Mr. Yue waved his hand, completely lifeless.
After the father and son walked away, he chuckled.
"Actually, you're right. I've long since ceased to be a living person..."
Di Xiaofei was beaten twice and finally became honest. He no longer dared to skip school and had to yawn and run to school every day.
But today, he had a rare moment of energy.
Mr. Yue is talking about very new and interesting things!
"There are eight extraordinary meridians in the human body, connected vertically and horizontally, like rivers, allowing breath to flow through them..."
There is a picture hanging on the wall, which Mr. Yue drew with fine charcoal, clearly marking the locations of various meridians and acupuncture points.
The grandson of the old village chief usually heard more stories and had some associations. He couldn't wait to raise his hand and asked: "Sir, is this for body and qi refining?"
Mr. Yue nodded, "Yes, this is the basic knowledge of spiritual practice. You need to master it carefully."
Hearing this, the children were immediately excited, their eyes widened, and they wanted to put this meridian diagram into their minds.
Practice! They can also practice!
In the school, the atmosphere was full of joy. The children raised their heads high and felt that they had become practitioners.
Di Xiaofei was thoughtful...
Yesterday, Mr. Yue suddenly stood on a high place alone, looking at the distant south.
Immediately, in the southern sky, white clouds suddenly broke and scattered into clouds all over the sky. The scene was extremely spectacular.
A strong wind blew from the south and poured into Beishan Village, blowing all the herbs dried in Aunt Wang's house next door into the sky.
Xiaofei saw Mr. Yue shaking his head and muttering softly:
"This is what a man should do..."
Curious, he approached and asked, "Mr. Yue, what's wrong with that cloud?"
Mr. Yue's eyes were so deep that he seemed to be able to see the sky. "There was a man whose fist shattered the white clouds in the sky."
"There are still people like this?"
Xiaofei felt like he was listening to a fairy tale, and looked up at the sky with his husband, feeling extremely fascinated.
After a while, he felt strange and asked again:
"Sir, how did you know that?"
"Because he and I were both people who were blessed by the Divine Bamboo." Mr. Yue sighed and patted Xiao Fei on the shoulder.
"Tomorrow, you must come to school and listen well."
"Perhaps, one day in the future, you can smash the clouds in the sky with your fists."
Xiaofei touched his hot butt and imagined that day, and couldn't help but smile.
"As long as I can beat my father, then he won't dare to spank me anymore. Maybe I can still spank him."
Mr. Yue was silent for a moment. He couldn't bear it anymore and kicked the child down the hillside with a light kick.
Then he began to think silently in his heart:
"Calm down, stop anger..."
