Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

Yang Dongxu stood there blankly with the porcelain bottle in his hand, messy in the wind.

Isn't it that women's sexual behavior is very obvious, while men's sexual behavior has no specific manifestations at all? Why can the two old men tell at a glance that he is no longer a boy, and they can 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 wild last night, he was full of energy after getting up. There was no fatigue or black circles, nor did his feet feel weak or his hall turned black.

"It's really a bitch." Yang Dongxu couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

But the next moment, he opened the stopper of the porcelain bottle and put it in his nostrils to sniff, but he couldn't smell anything. So he tilted the porcelain bottle, 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. When the wax coating was peeled off, 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.

He put the small pill to his nostrils and sniffed, but he didn't smell any special smell. He couldn't tell what the reason was, so Yang Dongxu opened his mouth, threw the pill into his mouth and chewed it twice. The unique bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine was in his mouth.

It is diffused, followed by an indescribable sweetness, a bit like licorice, but richer and purer.

I squirted my mouth a few times to feel it, but I didn't find any heat flowing directly 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 foundation and strengthen the body are usually nourishing. You won't feel much after eating them 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 was immediately made red-faced: "If I don't eat this thing, I'm still alive and kicking."

A man can do anything if others question him, but he can't survive if he can't be questioned. Especially when 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, old man, don't leave. Please explain this clearly. What does it mean that it will be used in the future? Will I not be able to lift in the future, or will I have premature ejaculation?

And what kind of look did you have just now? How could you tell at just one glance that I have a good foundation and a lot of capital? Do you have a fluoroscopy 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, and then sat down at the bottom of the room and started eating, pretending not to notice.

Old Man Xuan usually did not eat in the dining room. He would make a pot of wine in the front yard and eat alone with Mr. Yi. Only when someone or friends came over would he sit in the dining room and eat out of respect for the guests.

He does not sit at the main seat, saying that it is the seat of the host Yang Dongxu, and he is just a guest. This is the case for old man Xuan, who is over 80 years old. In the past two years, he has become more and more like a naughty boy. He just behaves like a naughty boy in the park.

My uncle and aunt are always quarrelsome, and sometimes they are as stubborn as an old-fashioned person.

"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 take less, because the medicine is 30% 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’s good that the medicine has three parts of poison, but does that refer to the medicine prepared by me? The effect of the Gubenpeiyuan Xiaohuandan prepared by me is so good that you, a country bumpkin, can’t even imagine it.

Besides, the fruits and vegetables you usually eat, and the wine you drink now are actually medicine, why didn't they poison you?" Old Man Sun blew his beard and stared at Old Man Xuan.

Yang Dongxu couldn't help but look at him with some surprise. You must know that over the years, whether he has a higher status than Old Man Xuan or someone older than him, Old Man Xuan is at best an equal to him, and more than 90% of them are holding the ceremony of juniors.

It was the first time that he had seen someone like Old Man Sun opening his mouth like this and then saying that Old Man Xuan was a country bumpkin who knew nothing and called himself Lao Tzu. He was obviously an expert. Also, it was the first time that he had heard of Xuan.

The old man also has 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've 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 your country. If I show my identity, I still won't do it."

You are a modern aristocrat, and the chairman has to meet you personally. Do you dare to show 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 was now over 80, he could still twist a piece of cloth with his bare hands. Old Man Sun was as thin as a hemp pole and was obviously no match for him.

"Warriors, barbarians... Only low-class people do it, and they have the ability to compete with me in literary talent."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Oh, I am very talented and knowledgeable, and my literary talent surpasses you, a barefoot doctor, by dozens of streets."

"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'll throw you away a hundred thousand times."

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Just like this, while Yang Dongxu was stunned, the two old men were frothing and running wildly on countless streets. Not only did they curse, they 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 when 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 over 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. Just by looking at the pulses, some people believed that they were strong young men. Yang Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief.

He asked Cui Ma to clean up the room. He first sent Old Man Xuan back to his room and asked Aunt Hua to take care of him. Then he ran to the dining room and sent Old Man Sun to the guest room, leaving this one for Cui Ma to take care of.

With 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 room was said to be horse urine by both of them, so he had to open the secret room and go to the basement to move the treasures.

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, almost drooling the whole time as he cleaned and cleaned.

Drooling until midnight, Yang Dongxu almost drank water before he came up from the secret room. When he came 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 the Jade Buddha, the Jade Guanyin and the Jade Ruyi. They look ancient but are actually modern things. These were things that he didn’t know where to put in the wrong place a few years ago, and they were different from Xuan.

This product was used by the old man to hone his jade carving skills when he was learning various skills.

Although these things cannot be compared with the works of any masters, let alone other historical jades collected on wooden shelves, they are very innovative to give to friends.

And every material used in this thing is sufficient, not to mention the quality of the materials. Back then, when purchasing jade or rough stones, they were carefully selected, and he would not look down on anything 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 Shenlong species. It is green in color and has a positive color. I heard that it was discontinued in the 1970s, and all that can be seen on the market now are

Some old objects 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, I saw that it was already past twelve o'clock. I went out to the front yard and saw that the lights in the two old people's houses had been turned off. I guess it was Cui Ma and Aunt Hua who saw that the two old people were sleeping peacefully.

, he turned off the lights and went back to his room.

"What are you doing, being sneaky?" When he came back from the front yard, he saw Zhuo Qing'er. When he saw Yang Dongxu, Zhuo Qing'er was stunned for a moment, 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 whenever 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 be clear, 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 some 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 incomprehensibly." Yang Dongxu held on.

"Hmph!" Zhuo Qing'er flicked her ponytail, leaving Yang Dongxu with a slap on the back of his head 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? Impossible, I didn't hear that the two of them had any interactions.

With all kinds of speculations in his mind, Yang Dongxu returned to his room.