I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 386 Phobia before marriage

Above the clouds, Yang Qing couldn't help laughing as he watched the panda rolling, eating and sleeping excitedly in the yard.

At least, the panda is very happy now.

Moreover, this guy has ten thousand years of cultivation, let alone a mere zoo, I am afraid that in the whole world, except for a few three or five people, no one can stop him.

Therefore, Yang Qing is not worried about what the panda will suffer here.

This guy, when he gets bored, he will leave.

When they came, Yang Qing purposely controlled the sword and let the panda browse the land of Mount Shu.

Therefore, even if pandas leave the zoo, they should settle down here.

Let him enter the zoo experience, just want to let the panda and human beings have a good contact, so that this guy does not become a beast that poisons the living beings.

After all, pandas were iron-eating beasts thousands of years ago.

He doesn't have the consciousness of being a national treasure, and he wants to do what to human beings.

"We go home!"

With a cigarette in her mouth, Yang Qing turned her head and said to the king and Sun Jihai.

All in all, it took four or five days for everyone in the underworld to go together.

Now, it's time to go back and prepare for the wedding.

Moreover, according to the king, the king's wife, that is, Yang Qing's sister-in-law, and many villagers from Moon Village have already gathered in Phoenix Mountain Villa, Longcheng.

……

Yujian all the way to the north.

Soaring through the clouds and driving through the fog, unknowingly, he has crossed the Yangtze River, crossed the Yellow River, and entered the land of Sanjin.

Looking at more and more familiar places, more and more familiar cities.

Yang Qing's mood became more and more at a loss.

Is this the so-called more timid closer to the hometown?
Yang Qing murmured in his heart, and then realized that this was pure nonsense.

because he found out.

My nervousness does not come from my hometown, but from the land of Sanjin.Rather, it comes from the... impending marriage.

Get married!
How to do it?

Yang Qing sighed softly in his heart.

I always feel that there are many things in my heart, but it is empty.

Flying and flying, Yang Qing suddenly fell to the ground with Yujian.

"Why don't you go?"

The king asked puzzledly.

Yang Qing rubbed his face, coughed and said, "I suddenly feel a bit nervous!"

Along the way, as it gets closer and closer to home.

Yang Qing became more and more nervous.

Thinking that he was going to get married one day, it felt like a dream in his heart.

Think about how you used to be homeless, how you set up stalls to make a living when you grew up, how to hide and seek with city management in order not to be fined, fight with peddlers to grab territory, and push electric cars in the middle of the night in order to save two dollars in charging fees After walking for more than ten miles...

Before, he always thought that he would remain so mediocre until he died.

He didn't even think about the future at that time.

Think about the day, think about the present.

Grass, it seems like a world away.

Yang Qing patted his face and let out a long breath.

"I feel like I'm dreaming!"

Yang Qing said to the king: "It feels unreal!"

"wait!"

The king thought for a while, then looked around for something with a dull head.

After a while, the king picked up a piece of cow dung with a branch and came over.

"I'm stupid, what are you doing?"

Yang Qing hurriedly took a step back.

"This is delicious, come and eat!"

The king earnestly invited.

"Rolling ball, why don't you eat it!"

Yang Qing scolded with a smile.

The king threw away the cow dung, clapped his hands and said, "So, you are not dreaming!"

Yes, if it was in a dream, I should have eaten it.

Yang Qing sighed in his heart.

It seems that when he was a child, when he was wandering around, he was so hungry that he fell asleep once.In the dream, someone took a cow dung cake and gave it to himself, saying it was pizza.

Then I ate it myself, and it was delicious.

After waking up, of course I was nauseated, and I looked at my mouth in the mirror.

I was relieved to find that I didn't really eat it.

"You, now you have premarital phobia!"

The king gave Yang Qing a cigarette and said, "Why don't you take me out at night to have fun? Do you still remember that Dragon City Song City?"

"Pull it down!"

Yang Qing quickly waved his hand and vetoed it: "You don't understand my father-in-law's character, that guy was born as a scout. Believe it or not, the old man must be squatting in Songcheng of Longcheng for the past two days, waiting to catch us!"

Yang Qing thought for a while and said, "Go home first, let's talk later!"

……

The king said that Yang Qing should be quiet.

So he decided to become a driver.

Just like that, the king drove Yang Qing and Sun Jihai along the highway towards Longcheng in his own small noodle car.

Simply, here is more than 500 kilometers away from Dragon City.

If you drive, it is estimated that it will take more than five hours.

Along the way, Yang Qing looked at the scenery outside the car window, and his mind was full of thoughts.

Thinking about this time, I should be very happy, and there are many people around me who are happy for me.

But what about the people around you?

The king is one, and Sun Jihai is one.

These two people have been sitting in front, muttering about the trouble in the bridal chamber, hum, pretend you didn't hear it?
Hey, but shouldn't there be others?

For some reason, the image of the man in that village in Gaoliu County, drinking wine and hugging a woman appeared in his mind.

Yang Qing quickly shook her head and threw the picture out.

Also, when I was young, on the train, the woman sitting next to me with a flustered expression.

Heh... I don't know how she is doing now.

Have you ever felt guilty?

However, maybe she also has her own unavoidable difficulties, so she decided to do that.

It's just... what the hell are you being hypocritical about?

It doesn't matter anymore, why are you so sentimental?

Is it because you are getting married?

Grass, by the way, there are many things to prepare for getting married besides the wedding.

Bridal gifts, customs, motorcade, master of ceremonies...

Yang Qing recalled the scenes of marriage on TV, and realized that she didn't seem to be ready for anything.

After working for so many days, I made a ring.

O Wary!
……

When night fell, Yang Qing and his party returned to Longcheng's home, Phoenix Villa.

Before you know it, the house is already decorated with lights and festoons.

Yang Qing was very surprised and thought, who arranged this?

Turning to look at Sun Jihai.

Sun Jihai said respectfully: "Master, this disciple made his own decision and called a friend to prepare for your wedding. Don't worry, Master, this friend of this disciple is an expert in Sanjin culture, and I guarantee that there will be no mistakes!"

Yang Qing felt warm in his heart.

Feeling relieved and emotional in his heart, he stretched out his hand, put Sun Jihai's shoulder without the image of a master, and said sincerely, "Old Sun, thank you!"

"These, disciples should do!"

Sun Jihai hurriedly saluted.

Is this what disciples should do?

Yang Qing shook his head when he heard the words, this is what his mother should do.

"Let's go, let's go home!"

Yang Qing hugged Sun Jihai's shoulder and said with a smile.

In the yard, there are lights and festoons, and ancient wedding arrangements can be seen everywhere.

The bright red lanterns are hung high, and the golden Chinese characters "囍" can be seen everywhere. The pavilions by the lake are arranged like a fairyland.The entire Phoenix Villa is as bright as a heavenly palace.

An old man in a happy Tang suit, in the center of the control, holding a walkie-talkie, constantly directing a group of young people to arrange the wedding scene.

Seeing Sun Jihai waving, the old man hurried over.

"Yang, Mr. Yang!"

Facing Yang Qing, the old man didn't know what to call him.

He is Sun Jihai's best friend for many years.

Since Lao Sun met this young man, his attainments in architectural design have improved by leaps and bounds.A few months ago, he brought a piece of work to Paris on behalf of his grandson.

As a result, the work conquered all the judges and audience without any difficulty, and won the grand prize again.

This is the third trophy Lao Sun has won in the past three years.

In the industry, Lao Sun has been called the greatest architectural designer today, and some people even call Lao Sun the contemporary Luban, the position of a saint.

When Lao Sun talked about this young man, his respect was undisguised.

The old man kept thinking about what kind of a young man with amazing talents could enlighten an expert like Lao Sun who was already well-known in the industry.

Now that we met, the old man looked at the young man's 27-[-] appearance and became even more curious.

"Mr. Qin, hello!"

Yang Qing stretched out her hand and said with a smile, "Thank you very much! Help me prepare for my wedding!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his wrist directly, took out a small soybean-sized Biqing Dan, and handed it to the old man: "A small gift is not a respect!"

"This is……"

Mr. Qin looked at the small green pill exuding vitality in his palm, and the shock in his heart was hard to calm down.

When he was young, he had heard stories about seeking immortality and attaining enlightenment.

As an expert in folk culture, he has never given up the pursuit of finding the legendary fairy culture for so many years.

However, there is nowhere to find in the vast sky.

But now, he saw it.

This this……

Mr. Qin's heart was surging, but he opened his mouth wide and found himself unable to speak.

Then, his vision went dark and he passed out.

"This……"

The old grandson looked embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'm just so happy!"

Yang Qing glanced at Mr. Qin, smiled and said to Lao Sun: "It is good for him to be unconscious at this time, otherwise, he will easily go crazy."

Lao Sun nodded, and hurriedly greeted Mr. Qin's students to take Mr. Qin to rest.

Afterwards, Yang Qing walked around the yard again, admiring Mr. Qin's arrangement.

Then, he went directly to the building.

There, the king was talking with his family and elders in the clan.

……

Entering the house, the king was being rubbed on the ground by his wife.

Well, the kind of friction of being spanked is not the kind of friction you think.

Because next to it, there are elders from the Moon Village watching.

The old wizard sat on the sofa and watched the current patriarch's wife beating the current patriarch with a smile.

I saw Yang Qing coming in.

The fat aunt was stunned for a moment, and quickly got up from the king, and then pulled the king up with the most gentle voice: "Oh, master, why are you so careless, you can throw yourself into the street when you walk!"

The king rubbed his bruised face and said, "I just like to hit the street, what's wrong?"

Yang Qing rolled his eyes, then smiled and stretched out his hand to the old wizard: "You are here!"

"The most distinguished guest in our village is getting married, how can I not come!" The old wizard laughed, and then took out a piece of black wood less than half a foot from the bag he carried with him, and gave it to Yang Qing : "This is a wedding gift from Moon Village, I wish you and your wife love and love!"

"Most definitely!"

Yang Qing bowed and accepted the piece of wood.

Yang Qing was shocked when he took the wood.

Such a powerful aura.

"This is……"

Yang Qing looked at the old wizard and said solemnly.

"Hehe, this is!!"

The old wizard chuckled.

However, before he could speak, he was interrupted by the king.

The king pressed the wood into Yang Qing's arms and said, "This is a piece of wood, my wedding gift to you!"

The old wizard smiled slightly and said no more.

"Thanks!"

Yang Qing put the wood into the ring, stretched out his fist and hit the king once.

"Hypocritical!"

The king rolled his eyes in disgust.

Yang Qing laughed.

……

Accompanied by the king's family, had a meal.

During the banquet, the host and guest had a good time.

The king drank several bottles of the wine that Yang Qing brought back from Yaoyu.Several times, Yang Qing wanted to stop him.But seeing that the king is burly and muscular, and the chicken should be well developed too, since he is so brave, he thought it should be fine.

So, half an hour after drinking.

The drunk king was resisted by the fat aunt to the room on the second floor.

Then, the entire building was filled with shouts one after another.

……

While the king and the fat aunt were fighting fiercely, Yang Qing drove the car without calling anyone, and came to Hexi alone, Wangcun, where he had lived for many years.

It was already midnight.

The street was empty, only the muck trucks running back and forth roared past.

The former Wang Village has now become a ruin.

The high fence encloses Dawang Village.Inside, the lights are bright, the excavator is working, the mixer is roaring, the grouting machine is shaking, and the gantry is working.

Yang Qing lit a cigarette, locked the car, vaguely recognized the original road, and walked towards Wangcun.

When passing the corner of the street, Yang Qing remembered that it used to be the place where Pharaoh set up a stall to buy breakfast.

There is also that place, which should be the former commercial street. At night, it is the most prosperous place, with various food stalls, barbecue shops, and street vendors.

But now, there is nothing left.

People come and go, that's how it is in the world.

Yang Qing took a deep breath and exhaled lightly, looking at the dim street lights above his head, he sighed softly in his heart.

Go forward again.

Yang Qing finally saw a building that had not been demolished.

There, there are still a few restaurants open.

One of them was the hotel that Yang Qing visited occasionally when he was living in a rental house in Wangcun.

Yang Qing walked over.

Looking at the glass window, the interior of the restaurant with few people eating, and the boss sitting behind the bar playing with his mobile phone.

He smiled slightly, still feeling the same.

Yang Qing pushed the door and entered.

"Boss, is there any food left?"

The boss quickly put down the phone: "Yes!"

Looking up, the boss smiled when he saw the person coming, "Hey, it's you, long time no see, how are you doing now?"

"pretty good!"

After Yang Qing found a seat and sat down, the boss handed over the menu.

"A bottle of white wine, a small bowl of noodles, and a plate of pork head meat! Let's have this first!" Yang Qing said with a smile.

"to make!"

The boss laughed.

Not long after, another small plate of peanuts came over.

"Sent!"

The boss smiled slightly, turned around and left gracefully.

"Thanks!"

Yang Qing chuckled, raised his glass and said to the boss.

(End of this chapter)