Beast

The three low mud houses that I was familiar with were all built of mud and straw. But now, the houses have purple tiles on the roof and the walls are made of wood and stone. The four houses look neat and bright.

Yang Qing admired the hard work of his father, Yang Dazhi, and walked in with expectation and longing. The last time he went home was more than half a year ago, and he didn't know if his parents were okay.

It was early spring, the ground was thawing, and it was not yet time to cultivate the fields. Yang Dazhi and his wife were busy with their home work. The smoke curled up from the chimney, making them feel peaceful and comfortable.

"Father, mother, brother, I'm back," Yang Qing just walked into the house and shouted happily.

He Xiu was sitting for dinner, Yang Dazhi was repairing a wooden stool, and Yang Song was squatting aside and watching boredly. When he heard Yang Qing's shout, his face was filled with surprise. Yang Song yelled and hugged Yang Qing's waist.

The hair on Yang Qing's body has not yet grown, and his appearance is slightly strange, but how could his closest relatives not recognize him.

"Why are you doing this? You look like a bald-tailed chicken?" He Xiu asked in confusion.

"What a bald-tailed chicken. How old is Yang Qing? How can he talk to a child like that?" Yang Dazhi kept banging on the wooden stool with his hammer and said to He Xiu with some dissatisfaction.

"Even if I have a wife, he is also my son, so I can't say that." He Xiu glared at Yang Dazhi and retorted.

Yang Dazhi and his wife were dressed simply, and the old couple bickered with each other. Such a warm scene could only be felt by Yang Qing at home, where the fatigue from the journey disappeared and she felt relaxed.

"Brother, brother, your appearance is not handsome at all," Yang Song and Yang Qing's chests were as tall as each other, with a chubby little face and he said playfully.

"Hey, how about I shave your head?" Yang Qing said with a wicked smile.

"don't want…"

Yang Song dodged around the table, while Yang Qing clawed at him behind him.

Dinner was very simple, and Yang Qing would bring some money every time he came back. However, Yang Dazhi and his wife were used to frugaling their food and clothing, so they spent the extra money they had on hand.

During dinner, Yang Song kept mumbling, "Brother will not improve the food when he comes back."

When the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is abundant, Yang Qing can go without food for several days, but when he returns home, his stomach is growling, and even after finishing the food, he still has an unfinished expression.

"Mom and dad, keep this gold and silver, and you won't have to live in such a miserable life in the future." Yang Qing took out the Xumi gourd and took out the gold, gold tickets, silver tickets, etc.

"Wow, brother, you can do magic tricks," Yang Song said excitedly. So much gold and silver was poured out of the small gourd.

"Yang Qing, where did this... come from?" Yang Dazhi looked at a table of gold bricks, gold bars, and gold tickets, and then asked worriedly.

The gold and silver shone a little dazzlingly in the dim light.

"Dad, don't worry, I got these with both hands," Yang Qing smiled calmly and said seriously.

"Money is good, but you can't do evil things," Yang Dazhi said seriously.

"Dazhi, you don't know Yang Qing, don't worry." Zhizi Mo Ruomu, He Xiu looked at the huge gold bricks and said

"Yang Qing, you are out here and it is expensive to travel around. You can keep it for yourself. There is still a lot of money at home." He Xiu thought that she would be happier if Yang Qing kept the gold and silver to spend on it.

"Mom, I don't have any use for these gold and silver, I use spiritual stones." Yang Qing touched the Xumi gourd in Yang Song's hand, and a diamond-shaped, milky white, shiny, finger-sized stone appeared in his hand.

"Oh!" He Xiu nodded, still not understanding.

"One hundred and thirty taels of gold, three thousand taels of silver." He Xiu couldn't help but take a breath. These gold and silver would never be used up in a few lifetimes.

Yang Qing knew that his parents had so much gold and silver, but they would not squander it extravagantly. Ordinary couples have no extravagant desires.

Yang Song was young and had no concept of money, and there was no expression of surprise on his small face.

Yang Qing then took out clothes, jewelry, gouache, candies... Although these things were made of silk and satin, and were jewel-like, they were mundane things.

He Xiu took the rouge and gouache and didn't know how to use it. Women love beauty, regardless of age. Seeing this, she was even happier than when Yang Qing took out the gold and silver.

Yang Song was holding beautiful clothes and looking pretty.

"You can only eat one of these spiritual fruits in half a month." Yang Qing took out several more jade boxes, containing forty or fifty red and green fruits.

These spiritual fruits contain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which is of great benefit to monks. It is also a great tonic for those who have not practiced self-cultivation. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is mellow, which can only be beneficial.

However, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in these spiritual fruits is too much for ordinary people. Excessive consumption will only cause the excess spiritual energy of heaven and earth to escape back into the world.

"Mom and Dad, here are ten pills. If you feel unwell, take half of them and you will be well." Yang Qing took out a jade bottle again and handed it to his mother, He Xiu.

Yang Qing stood up and came to an empty room, his figure swaying.

"Buzz..."

Yang Dazhi and his wife only felt a flash of milky white light, but there was no change in the room.

"Father, mother, brother, try to come to this room when you rest, so that your body can be free from illness and pain."

In that room, Yang Qing arranged a one-foot-long spirit gathering array. Three spirit stones could last for more than a year.

What Yang Qing has done can ensure that his relatives will not be infected with diseases throughout their lives. In their old age, Yang Dazhi and his wife have more energy than young people.

Yang Dazhi and his wife didn't know why, they didn't know what Yang Qing was capable of, and they couldn't figure out what he was going to do. They kept it all in their hearts because of their understanding and trust in their children.

In the time it took to burn an incense stick, Yang Qing's family walked into the spirit gathering array.

With just one breath, Yang Dazhi and his wife felt physically comfortable. After years of hard work, they would always feel tired. With just one breath, their heavy bodies could become lighter, and they couldn't help but marvel.

Yang Song's smiling face turned red, as if he had taken a tonic.

When Yang Dazhi and his wife saw that their son had such abilities, the joy in their hearts was far beyond what gold and silver jewelry could bring. The wrinkles on their faces became lighter and the dry skin became rosy.

"Mom and dad, please don't talk to anyone about this matter tonight, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble." Yang Qing said solemnly with satisfaction in his heart.

Although Yang Dazhi and his wife have never seen the big world, the experience and experience they have brought over the years are far beyond what Yang Qing can compare with. Knowing the seriousness of the matter makes Yang Qing feel relieved.

Yang Qing is naughty and mischievous, but he is much more obedient than Yang Qing. Yang Dazhi and his wife warned him and would not say anything when they went out to play.

The Spirit Gathering Array and Spirit Fruit Pills cannot allow people to embark on the path of cultivation, but they can strengthen the body, prolong life, and keep them safe for hundreds of years. They can easily be taken into consideration by people with evil intentions.

Parents' concern for their children cannot be fooled by their children with just a few words. For half the night, He Xiu was rosy-cheeked and full of energy. He asked about Yang Qing's situation and made insinuations about which girl was dignified and which girl was more dignified.

The girl is handsome...

Yang Qing pretended to be deaf and mute and dealt with it hesitantly.

Yang Song didn't go to bed early tonight. He surrounded Yang Qing and asked him to do tricks. In the end, he could only coax and coax him to sleep on the kang.

"Brother, I want to ask you something."

Yang Qing looked at Yang Song, who was lying next to him without any sleep at all, and asked seriously.

"Ask me, I really don't care about Er Nier, her nose is longer than mine," Yang Song said seriously.

Yang Qing couldn't help but laugh. The girl named Er Nier was from the same village as Yang Qing. Recently, Yang Song insisted on asking her to be his wife. Yang Song thought that Yang Qing was going to ask about this.

"Brother, do you want to pursue immortality, to be able to do anything in heaven or on earth, and to be beyond the control of the world?" Yang Qing looked into Yang Song's eyes and asked solemnly.

"I think, brother, you are talking about gods," Yang Song seemed to understand, but he could understand a few things. He clapped his fleshy little hands and said excitedly.

"Brother, would you like to leave your friends in the village, get up before dawn every day, and do a lot of hard work every day?" Yang Qing's expression remained unchanged and he asked again.

"I won't do it..." Yang Song pouted at Lao Gao with a look of reluctance.

"Brother, can you imagine what you are doing now, eating big fish and meat every day, wearing silks and satins, eating well, and sleeping well?" Yang Qing was slightly disappointed in his heart and said without changing his expression.

"Yes!" Yang Song understood and nodded heavily.

"Brother, how about I send you to school to learn how to read?" Yang Qing thought in his mind and asked with a smile.

"Why do you know how to read?" Yang Song said reluctantly, shaking his round head like a rattle.

"Literacy is for understanding things. Brother, I am literate now." Yang Qing couldn't help but smile.

"No, no," Yang Song put the blanket over his head to express his strong objection.

Yang Qing felt helpless. He had wanted to introduce Yang Song to the Yufeng Sect, but he hesitated. People in the world longed to become immortals, but they lost many precious things without realizing it.

Everyone has his or her own ambitions, as long as they are content with what they have.

"Then I will ensure that you are rich for the rest of your life," Yang Qing said firmly in her heart.

Yang Qing hadn't laid down to sleep for a long time. Tonight, he lay on the bed of his own bed, not feeling sleepy at all. Seeing that Yang Song was fast asleep, he sat cross-legged and practiced.

The next day, when the morning light broke, Yang Qing got up lightly, washed briefly, then carried water and cleaned the courtyard...

The work was not much and not tiring, but they had been busy all morning. After breakfast, it was not the farming season, and the four members of the Yang family were sitting in the spacious and tidy courtyard chatting.

Dozens of reed chickens quickly messed up the yard again. Yang Qing talked with his parents about this and that, while Yang Song shook the soil on the ground in boredom.

The sun was high, and waves of guests came to the Yang family, including neighbors, seven aunts and eight aunts. Only then did Yang Qing realize that she had so many relatives.

Some praised Yang Qing for his talent, some praised Yang Qing for being smart, and some came to play matchmaking...

I have never received such praise before. I was flattered and accepted everything.

People in the village can feel the changes in the Yang family. They don't know what Yang Qing does, but they all think that he has great potential. There is definitely no harm in being on good terms with Yang Qing at this time.

As the days passed, Yang Qing followed Yang Dazhi to the fields to clean up the stubble. The meager income that those few acres of thin farmland could bring was dispensable to Yang Qing at this time, but Yang Dali was reluctant to let it go to waste.

Sometimes I would take Yang Song around to play, and I would see a bunch of little clay kids rolling around and having fun. I felt a little guilty when I missed them. Even though my strength is low now, I can still do something for the village.

Yang Qing told Yang Dazhi and his wife about this matter. Yang Dazhi and his wife agreed very much and praised him for not forgetting his roots.

Later, Yang Qing found Shuangxing Town and hired a teacher with white hair and beard. Seeing that his behavior was very knowledgeable, Yang Qing agreed to give him ten taels of silver per month, and the old man came to the village with him.

Yang Qing also funded the construction of a private school. The villagers saw that this was a good thing and helped one after another. In less than ten days, the spacious and bright private school was completed.

Of course, the private schools in the village cannot be compared with the colleges in the town or the academies in the city, but they are also places for teaching and educating people. They bring together the little kids who are playing around, and the old man is also beaming.

By coincidence, I came back just as Li Hongwei was getting married, so Yang Qing naturally wanted to bring a gift to attend. The scene was festive and lively. He suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and drank several large bowls of wine.

On the second day after Li Hongwei got married, Yang Qing went to Li's house again, took out a three-foot long sword that he had obtained, and gave it to Li Hongwei to express his gratitude for his help back then.

Although this long sword is not a magic weapon, it is much stronger than ordinary weapons. Li Hongwei has extraordinary vision and feels disrespected by it, but he is reluctant to give it up.

Li Hongwei knew a lot about the dispute between Yang Qing and Wang Erli back then. When he mentioned it now, he couldn't help but sigh.

Spring was warm and the flowers were blooming. After staying at home for a month, Yang Qing left the village amidst his brother's cries.;