The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

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

Didn't it mean that women's sexuality is very obvious, and men's sexuality has no specific performance at all? Why did the two old men see at a glance that he was no longer a boy, and also saw his indulgence last night?

One must know that his body, which has been trained in martial arts since he was a child, is not built, although he was a bit presumptuous last night. But after waking up, I was full of energy, no tiredness, no black circles, let alone weak feet, or darkened seals.

"It's really beeping the dog." Yang Dongxu couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.

But at the next moment, the thief opened the stopper of the porcelain bottle and put it in his nostrils to sniff, but he didn't find a reason. So the porcelain bottle tilted, and he came out with a pill here and there.

The pill was not big, only the size of a soybean, and it was still the size of a sealed wax coat. When the wax coat was peeled off, the small black pill was only a little bigger than a mung bean, and it was about the same size as the Liuwei Dihuang pills he had seen.

I put the small pill in my nostril and sniffed it, but I didn't smell anything special. He couldn't see why, so Yang Dongxu threw the pill into his mouth and chewed it twice. The unique bitterness of traditional Chinese medicine permeates the mouth, followed by an indescribable sweetness, a bit like the sweetness of licorice, but more intense and purer.

He smacked his mouth a few times to feel it, but he didn't find any heat flowing straight into the stomach and warming his body, and he didn't find that his strength suddenly exploded when he was lucky, as if it was no different from taking an ordinary pill.

"The things that strengthen the foundation and cultivate the essence are usually surrounded by nourishment, and you don't feel much after eating it once or twice. But if you want to feel it intuitively, you can take a pill before sex to ensure that you are alive and well." The old man who had already arrived at the dining room suddenly turned around and asked Yang Dongxu raised his eyebrows.

Yang Dongxu was instantly blush: "If I don't eat this food, I will still be alive and well."

A man can be questioned by others, but if he can't be questioned, he can't live. Especially since he is a 19-year-old boy in high spirits.

The old man glanced at Yang Dongxu, and nodded without refuting: "Your foundation is indeed good, and your capital is not small. It is true that this thing is not needed now, so keep it and maybe it will be used in the future."

I'll go, old man don't go, say this clearly, what do you mean you can use it in the future? In the future, I will not lift, or premature ejaculation?

And what kind of look did you have just now? How can you tell that I have a good background and a lot of capital just by looking at it? Do you have a X-ray on your eyes?

Yang Dongxu walked into the dining room with a gloomy face. Aunt Hua and Ma Cui kept looking at him, holding back a smile at the corners of their mouths. It was obvious that they had understood something just now.

Yang Dongxu pretended he didn't see anything, first poured wine for the old man and Mr Xuan very politely, then sat in the lower seat of the younger generation and buried his head in eating, pretending he didn't see it.

Old man Xuan usually doesn't eat in the dining room, but makes a pot of wine in the front yard and eats alone with Mr. Yi. Only when someone or a friend comes, out of respect for the guests, will they sit in the dining room and eat.

He didn't sit in the host seat, saying that it was the seat of Yang Dongxu, the host, and he was just a borrowed guest. Old man Xuan, who is over 80, is like this. In the past two years, he has evolved more and more like a naughty boy.

"This person has a bad reputation, so I won't get in touch with him in the future, but his method of making medicine is not bad, so he can stay. But take less, because the medicine is three-point poisonous." Seeing Yang Dongxu buried in the rice, Old Man Xuan took a sip of wine Open your mouth and say.

"I said that the thief Hades has been gone for many years, and your mouth is still so stinky? What do you mean I have a bad reputation? You go outside to inquire, and if you mention my grandson Banxian, who doesn't give a thumbs up and call him a living god who saves the suffering? Say it is Wanjia Living Buddha is not an exaggeration.

I feel that I have not yet reached the stage of immortality, so I humbly recognize a half-immortal, which is many times better than your reputation as the thief Hades.

Also, the three-point poison of the medicine is good, but does that mean the medicine prepared by Lao Tzu? The Guben Peiyuan Xiaohuandan prepared by Laozi is so effective that you, a country bumpkin, can't imagine it.

Besides, the melons, fruits and vegetables you usually eat, but the wine you drink now is also medicine, so why didn’t you see it poison you to death? "Old man Sun blew his beard and stared at old man Xuan.

Yang Dongxu couldn't help but look at him in surprise. You must know that over the years, no matter whether it is someone who has a higher status than Old Man Xuan or someone who is older than him. Seeing the old man Xuan is at most an equal, more than 90% of them are holding junior etiquette.

It was the first time he had seen someone like Old Man Sun who opened his mouth to curse, and said that Old Man Xuan was a country bumpkin who didn't understand anything, and who called himself Lao Tzu. This is obviously a tall man. Also, it was the first time he had heard that old man Xuan had the nickname 'Thief Hades'.

"Sun Chijiao made it clear who the country bumpkin is, and you, a barefoot doctor, dare to compete with me?" Old man Xuan snorted coldly.

"What's wrong with your identity? 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 shitty status of a subjugated nobleman. My identity is still revealed. It is a modern aristocrat, and the chairman has to meet him personally, do you dare to reveal your identity? You are still compared with Lao Tzu." Old man Sun also stared back.

It is said that beating is not slapping, swearing is not short, but Old Man Sun stabs Old Man Xuan's heart with every sentence. Yang Dongxu was so dumbfounded when he heard it, that he forgot to chew the food he pulled into his mouth and dropped it.

"I see that you are impatient." Old man Xuan stood up as soon as his furious hair exploded as he slapped the table. He reached out and grabbed Old Man Sun's collar and lifted it up.

Old man Xuan's actions startled Yang Dongxu. Although old man Xuan is over 80 now, he can still break a piece of cloth with bare hands. Old man Sun's body was as thin as a hemp stick, and he was obviously not his opponent.

"Warrior, barbarian. Only inferior people can do it, and they have the ability to compete with Lao Tzu in literary talent."

"Heh, I'm just as talented as I am, and my literary talent surpasses that of a barefoot doctor like you by dozens of blocks."

"My literary talent beats you by a hundred blocks." Old man Sun didn't show any weakness even though he was grabbed by the collar and knew that his fists and feet were not the opponent of old man Xuan.

"I dumped you a thousand blocks." Old Man Xuan glared at Yan Jing angrily.

"I dumped you 10,000 blocks."

"I dumped you a hundred thousand blocks."

Just like that, while Yang Dongxu was stunned, the two old men were spitting and running wildly on countless streets. They not only scolded, but also ate vegetables to replenish their strength and drank wine to moisten their throats from time to time.

Yang Dongxu tactfully slipped out of the dining room with his rice bowl in his arms and went straight to the kitchen. He was still hungry just after eating.

The noise of the quarrel lasted until after eight o'clock in the evening. When he heard the silence, Yang Dongxu stretched his head to look into the dining room, but the two old men collapsed on the chairs and snored everywhere.

There were several wine jars at everyone's feet. These were all good wines that Yang Dongxu had collected in the past few years, but they were wiped out by the two old men cursing each other.

But these are all trivial matters. I reached out and touched the pulses of the two old men, which were strong and strong. Just looking at the pulses alone, even a strong guy would be believed, so Yang Dongxu heaved a sigh of relief.

He asked Mother Cui to clean up the room, and he sent old man Xuan back to the room first, and asked Aunt Hua to take care of it. Then he ran to the dining room and sent Old Man Sun to the guest room, and Mama Cui took care of this.

Having nothing to do, he went into the secret room in the basement, and just now he was looking for good wine for the two elderly people. Both of them said the foreign wine in the study room was horse urine, so they had to open the secret room and move it to the basement for collection.

Yang Dongxu just remembered that there are so many treasures in his basement, it seems that he hasn't taken care of them for a long time. So he was like a local rich man inspecting his treasure house, looking at this, looking at that, drooling almost the whole time to clean up.

The saliva flowed until the middle of the night, and Yang Dongxu almost slipped out of the 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 buckle wooden shelf, there are also objects such as Jade Buddha, Jade Guanyin and Jade Ruyi. It looks ancient, but in fact they are all modern things. These are the products he used to hone his jade carving skills when he learned various skills with old man Xuan a few years ago.

Although these things cannot be compared with the works of some masters, let alone with other historically significant jade wares collected on wooden shelves, they are very innovative to give to friends.

And every material used in this thing is very sufficient, not to mention the quality of the material. When buying jade or rough stones back then, they were carefully selected, and he didn't even look down on those with poor quality.

For example, the safety buckle he is holding in his hand is from the Dragonstone species, also known as the Shenlong species. Some old objects can be said to have a price but no market.

Sometimes Yang Dongxu would also think lewdly, if Lao Tzu's collections were released, it would not only shock the Palace Museum, but at least shock the Chinese collection circle.

When I came out of the basement to check the time, it was already past twelve o'clock. I went out and looked in the front yard, and found that the lights in the houses of the two old people had gone out. It is estimated that Mama Cui and Aunt Hua turned off the light and went back to their room when they saw that the two old people had slept soundly.

"What are you doing, sneaky?" Coming back from the front yard, Zhuo Qing'er saw Zhuo Qing'er and Yang Dongxu.

This kind of attitude has been like this since the two of them separated last time. She saw Yang Dongxu always picking his nose and eyes as long as he was okay.

"This is my home, do I still need to be sneaky?" Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

"Whoever knows you can do something shameful."

"Speak clearly, what do you mean I did something shameful?"

"What happened to that Chen Hong?" Zhuo Qing'er stared into Yang Dongxu's eyes.

"What's going on, an artist from Haina Company. Why are you asking this?" Yang Dongxu's heart skipped a beat, wondering if Zhuo Qing'er had some kind of eyeliner by his side?

It would be nothing strange if Zhou Ya knew, but how could Zhuo Qing'er know?

"Just an artist?" Zhuo Qing'er took a step forward.

"What do you mean, you speak inexplicably." Yang Dongxu held on.

"Hmph!" Zhuo Qing'er flicked her ponytail, leaving Yang Dongxu with the back of her head and went back to the room.

Yang Dongxu scratched his head, confused for a moment which part of the song she was singing, and how did she know about Chen Hong? Dongzi said? Impossible, I haven't heard of any communication between the two of them.

Yang Dongxu returned to his room with all kinds of guesses in his head.