Chapter 156: Blessings From the Immortal Mountain, Joys and Sorrows of Each Family

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Xiaoman screamed excitedly, and couldn't help but put her arms around his waist and jumped there.

Gu Ke looked at Bai Suqing, who looked distant and seemed to be leaving the world, and stretched out his left hand to hold her hand.

She was slightly startled, and looked sideways, but saw him smiling brightly: "How many times can we meet in this world and laugh in a hundred years? No matter what happens in the future, I and they will also accompany Sister Bai."

Bai Suqing glanced at Xiaoman who was jumping beside him, and Xiao Ping'er who was quietly standing beside him.

A sentence floated into his ears vaguely: "Then you should be more worried in the future."

After saying that, he looked away and looked up at the colorful fireworks that kept rising.

But... that slightly cold slender hand never let go again.

Gu Ke also turned his gaze back, rubbed his head, and pulled Xiao Ping'er, who was standing a little far away, to Xiao Man's side with his right hand.

Xiao Man really changed her target, and pulled Xiao Ping'er to chatter again.

Xiao Ping'er just smiled and nodded, with gorgeous fireworks in front of her eyes, Xiao Man's words in her ears, and her hand wrapped in another hand as warm as fire.

Behind the four people, Saranzhu looked up blankly, her eyes reflecting a little light.

The east wind blows thousands of flowers at night, and blows down the stars like rain.

Under the light and shadow, on Yulong Peak, in the sky full of fireworks, five figures stood together, surprisingly harmonious.

…

At the distant seaside of Beimo Country, in Langtao Village, Wang Xiaomai's family did not sleep.

Over the past ten years, she and her family have always been grateful and in awe of Shennong. They have not sent much soul source, but they have also collected a lot of karma money.

There was also Xiao Ping'er, the cousin, by Gu Ke's side. Even if he never said anything, Wang Xiaomai's family was not forgotten by him. He gave them the Black Evil Palm and sent them a pound of purple wheat.

Counting the ten years of hard practice of the Heavenly Net Hand, the family was still poor no matter how low-key they were, and they had a huge gap with ordinary villagers.

Even Boss Lang would visit Wang Xiaomai's husband from time to time and try to pull her son to join the fleet.

But Wang Xiaomai, who had always been gentle and taciturn, insisted and let her son refuse the invitation.

Her reason was also very simple: "Grandpa Shennong said that the rafters that stand out will rot first. If you don't have diamond drills, don't take porcelain work. If you don't have the strength of the second round and sixth turn, you have to obey orders and work for others. This is not good."

Her son Li Qingmiao is also an adult boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, but he really has no temper in front of his mother.

His father Li Lin? Even more cowardly than his own son.

Who let Wang Xiaomai be blessed by Grandpa Shennong? In the past ten years, she has become a "great master" of the second round and fifth turn.

If it weren't for Li Xiaomi, who got pregnant with a child earlier and gave birth to the youngest sister of the family, Wang Xiaomai might have become the "strongest master" of the sixth turn now.

The Tianluo hand that is constantly honed every day is as high as 40+ levels, and the characteristic of agility +4 is used to beat people and work. It is really "the strongest in the family".

In addition, the clothes, food, and bedding of the father and son in recent years are all several times better than those of the people in the village, and their status in Langtao Village is also very high.

Most of them are still Wang Xiaomai's credit.

Now most of the young wives and girls in the village, aunts and aunts, have learned skills and practiced martial arts with her.

Even Lang Lao Da doesn't want to offend her.

It's not that they can't beat them. Wang Xiaomai and his wife are very low-key and never fight with others.

But her son Li Qingmiao has swept the young generation of the whole village since he was twelve years old, and no one can defeat him.

Boss Lang felt that in a few years, this kid's strength would not be inferior to his own, so he had the idea of ​​recruiting people to join the gang, but he didn't dare, nor did he want to use any crooked methods on Li Qingmiao.

Boss Lang was ambitious, and he didn't want to bear such a bad reputation during the rising period of his career.

Over the past ten years, the merchants of Langtao Village and the people of Yanhu Village have married each other and formed a solid alliance of interests.

Today, Langtao Village has developed very well, and a large part of the reason is due to the stability of the village.

The year before last, a different species of purple wheat was discovered on a nearby hilltop - in fact, it was secretly spread by Wang Xiaomai's family, and the strength of the villagers who had almost popularized the Tianluo Hand began to grow rapidly again.

With food, chickens, ducks, fish and meat, and people with boats, they traded various resources from the outside world, gathered strong refugees, and easily established two sub-villages.

If it weren't for the worry that there were too many people in the sub-villages and it was difficult to control, it wouldn't be a big problem for Boss Lang to get a few thousand more people.

Under such a good situation, Boss Lang would not be stupid enough to destroy his foundation and cause trouble.

If things go wrong, it will be made into a legend by all the women in Langtao Village, and it will be passed down by word of mouth in the village for several generations.

Back to Wang Xiaomai's home, they are sorting out offerings, preparing to worship Grandpa Shennong as soon as the New Year comes, asking him to bless their family to be safe, Li Qingmiao to have children soon, and their daughter Xiaomi to grow up well.

Everything is ready, the three of them are sitting in the house chatting, Li Xiaomi is sleeping soundly in her mother's arms, waiting for the New Year to come.

Suddenly, a golden light is lit outside the house.

Except for the sleeping Li Xiaomi, all the family members are two-wheeled warriors, and they immediately become alert and go out.

When they get outside the door, they see golden silk threads coming out of the void and falling to various places in the village, among which three huge golden lights go straight into the house of Lang Lao.

Wang Xiaomai's family is no exception, four golden threads are hanging down and fall on their heads.

A familiar yet strange old voice echoed in my mind: "Great changes are about to happen, and the immortal mountain will bless you. Don't slack off, protect our human race."

The two martial arts of floating on the water and pushing the mountain palm were instilled into my head, and then the golden thread slowly disappeared.

Wang Xiaomai and the others were both happy and surprised.

What I was happy about was that Shennong had blessed him "again", but what I was surprised about was that looking at the number of golden threads, it seemed that hundreds of people in the village had also been blessed.

This is completely different from the previous situation where Shennong secretly opened a small stove for his family.

The three of them looked at each other in confusion, but Li Qingmiao was more out-of-the-box and thought of a possibility: "Father, Mom, this time Grandpa Shennong seems to be talking about the blessing from the fairy mountain."

His father, Li Lin, didn't react immediately and subconsciously asked: "What's wrong with this?"

Wang Maimai immediately understood what his son meant, and glanced at her husband angrily: "Grandpa Shennong didn't mention Fairy Mountain before."

Li Qingmiao's face showed excitement. He looked around and whispered: "Father, mother, do you think this fairy mountain is full of gods, and Grandpa Shennong is just one of them?"

Wang Xiaomai and his wife looked at each other. After a moment of silence, she spoke again, also in a low voice: "That may be the case, but it was Grandpa Shennong who saved us. Don't think blindly."

Li Qingmiao nodded: "Yes, but what other gods are there in the fairy mountain..."

When he said this, there was a snap on the back of his head, which made him cover his head in pain: "Mom, why did you hit me?"

Wang Xiaomai was solemn: "It's not okay to think blindly, let alone talk nonsense. You are never allowed to mention this matter to anyone else in the future."

Li Qingmiao rubbed her head, thought for a moment, and suddenly realized: "That's right, this is the first time someone has given me a blessing..."

Snap!

This time, Wang Xiaomai didn't need to speak, he knew why he was beaten, and he bowed his head decisively: "Mom, I was wrong, I will never mention it again, never mention it again."

Wang Xiaomai's face softened, and he pulled him over to rub his head: "Grandpa Shen Nong said that great changes are about to happen, and this is by no means an ordinary situation. Moreover, people's hearts are unpredictable. People outside can kill people just for a bite of food, let alone blessings. Opportunity.”

After a rare reprimand and two slaps to her son, she still gave her some comfort: "One day you become the Wuzong, then you can do whatever you want."

Li Qingmiao looked embarrassed: Mom, you fooled me again! When I become a Wuzong, are you afraid that I won’t be a great Wuzong? It’s not what you say it is, it’s what it is.

Besides, I really have two martial arts sects in my family, and if I am careful and tight-lipped all day long, could it be that this bastard has become a spirit!

Li Lin coughed lightly, interrupting the daily routine of a loving mother and a filial son: "Let's go, first go to the homes of Xiao Si and Gou Wa, who are familiar with us, and then ask."

At this time, Li Xiaomi also rubbed his sleepy eyes and murmured: "Mom, was it Grandpa Shennong who spoke to me just now?"

Wang Maimai patted his youngest daughter on the back: "Well, remember what happened to Grandpa Shennong, and don't tell anyone else."

Li Xiaomi nodded obediently, she was the most obedient child in the family.

After a few words from the family, the entire Langtao Village became noisy.

Whether it was the grand scene of a golden thread falling from the sky, or the villagers who were blessed by the fairy mountain, this night that should have been spent quietly became noisy.

In the largest "mansion" in the village, Mr. Lang was holding a pound of exotic yellow millet in both hands and staring at it in confusion.

Shennong's voice and the water floating on the water after the initiation were still echoing in my mind.

After a while, he murmured: "Fuck! Can this be done?"

Immediately realizing the impoliteness, he slapped himself in the face and bowed to the Shennong tablet in the corner of the hall: "The villain made an unintentional mistake. Don't blame the old immortal. Don't blame the old immortal."

Looking at the second wife of the first house next to him who looked surprised, he tapped his forehead and tried to remember: "Which of you set up this old fairy card?"

Just when the eldest lady wanted to open her mouth, Boss Lang raised his hand in advance to warn: "Don't talk nonsense in front of the old immortal."

The second lady looked at them from side to side, and finally answered weakly: "Yes, it's me. That year I gave birth to Cong'er, so I thought it was Shen Nong who was blessing me, so I prayed to you for a few days, and then I made a god. Card."

After hearing this, Boss Lang vaguely remembered the situation at that time, and couldn't help but glared at the eldest lady.

Setting up a magic sign was no big deal, and he was in awe of Shennong.

There was no need to ask him for this, but at this moment, he vaguely remembered that the eldest lady was determined not to allow it, saying that the second lady wanted to use this to curse her.

How dare Boss Lang agree with this ridiculous reason?

When word spread to the people in the village that his eldest wife described Shen Nong as a harmful heretic, he acquiesced.

Isn't this because the gang leader is dissatisfied with Shen Nong?

When the word spread, the ladies who gathered around Wang Maiai and were in awe of Shen Nong were still upset.

Even if no one can take away the position of Boss Lang, the reputation of being ungrateful and arrogant cannot be escaped.

Recalling this incident at this moment, cold sweat broke out on his vest: Fortunately, this matter did not go out, otherwise it would be difficult for him, the leader of the gang, to convince the public.

No matter how awesome Boss Lang is, he doesn't think he can compare with Shen Nong, the immortal with golden light, sound transmission from the void, and martial arts initiation.

But what is the big change? Where is the fairy mountain? Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about these things for the time being. He reached out and took the second lady and smiled: "Well done, you will be the eldest lady from now on..."

After a pause, he continued: "When you pay homage to the old immortal every day, remember to call me."

The first two ladies and the current eldest lady were delighted: "Yes, sir."

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the former first lady and now the second lady, and thought in his heart: What a stupid woman! In order to compete for favor, they dare to do even stupid things.

The new second lady's mood is complicated and subtle.

She should be very sad to lose her position as eldest lady.

But with the martial art of floating on water and the characteristics of it, my mood can't be bad no matter what.

Competing for favor? That's just to live a better life, you have to fight.

In the past, the favor of Boss Lang was important, because it was her only reliance for a good life.

But compared with the martial arts that Shennong gave her today, which belonged entirely to her? It felt less important.

She didn't know what the big change Shennong was talking about was, but it was safer to have more self-protection power than to rely on Boss Lang for everything.

Therefore, from now on, the old immortal Shennong is the most important. The second wife now thought so.

Unknowingly, the sincerity of the two women had been reversed.

Fortune and disaster may really be just a thought away.

...

Wang Erdan from Zhoushan Village had eaten the New Year's Eve dinner early, said goodbye to his parents, picked up half a wild boar and left the house.

After watching him leave, Wang's mother looked at her eldest son Wang Tiedan: "As a brother, you should also persuade him to settle down as soon as possible. Isn't it good to marry a wife and have a big fat boy? Why does he hang out with those idiots every day?"

Wang Tiedan has a simple face and smiled bitterly: "Mom, if he really wants to see girls in the surrounding villages, he would have asked for them himself."

Wang's mother glared: "If he doesn't ask, can't you help him?"

Wang Tiedan turned his head silently. Next to him was his wife Chunmiao who was eating quietly, and then looked at his mother.

Wang's mother was startled, and then she realized that she had said something quite outrageous - the eldest daughter-in-law was a great contributor to the expansion of the Wang family.

She quickly changed her tone and said, "I mean, you have to ask Erdan which girl he likes, so we can be prepared."

Wang Tiedan sighed, "Mom, don't worry. I asked him a few days ago, and he said that she has to be at least prettier than the prettiest girl in the county."

Wang's mother was stunned for a moment before she understood the meaning of this, and immediately became angry, "Does that mean there are no girls in the county that he likes?"

"That's what he meant." Wang Tiedan nodded, "Mom, Erdan is different from ordinary people, we can't control him."

Wang's mother wanted to get angry when she heard this, but suddenly realized that her man, the head of the family, didn't say anything now: "My child's father, you should say something!"

Looking away, she saw that Wang Lao was drinking rice wine slowly, and he didn't forget to pick up peanuts and put them into his mouth.

Hearing his wife speak, he put down his wine bowl: "Tiedan is right, don't talk too much about Erdan."

Mother Wang was immediately dissatisfied: "That's my son."

Father Wang: "Okay, you don't understand men's affairs. Isn't it enough for you to be busy with Tiedan and two grandsons at home? Eat."

Mother Wang made a fuss for a while, but she didn't get support, so she died down and the family continued to eat.

Father Wang sighed in his heart: Do you really think that everyone is as mediocre as us, who have practiced martial arts for more than ten years and have only reached the first, second and third turns?

Erdan broke through to the second turn a few years ago, and is now a great master of the fifth turn.

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