Food on the tip of your tongue

After adjusting the breath and condensing the breath with the legs, urging the true qi to run through the meridians in the body for a week, he opened his eyes and looked at the man who was also meditating with his legs crossed.

"Thank you for saving your life." He got up and bowed politely.

The man also stood up, smiled and said, "Where did you come from?"

Qin Yang was stunned for a moment, and said, "The lame Taoist."

The man said again: "Since you practice Taoism, why don't you join the orthodox Taoist sect?"

Qin Yang: "..."

The man said again: "If you want to cultivate Taoism and become a fairy body, you can look for me here, the beasts here will no longer attack you."

Qin Yang: "...Senior, this is...?" What do you mean?

"Little Taoist friend, you want to join the Tao and cultivate immortals, how about I help you?" The man said again: "Or do you not trust me?"

Qin Yang hurriedly shook his head and said, "Senior, don't misunderstand, this... I don't know... what school and school did you come from?"

The man said: "No name Taoist."

Qin Yang: "..." I haven't heard of it.

Unnamed Taoist: "Your bones are extraordinary and your energy channels are strong. With my guidance in the future, as long as you can devote yourself to cultivating the Tao, you will surely become an immortal in time."

Qin Yang looked at him suspiciously: "..." Is that really possible?

Unnamed Taoist: "How?"

After some consideration, Qin Yang said: "...don't lie to me, senior." Anyway, it won't hurt to try.

The Wuming Taoist said loudly, "A man keeps his word."

The mountains and rivers remain the same, the rivers flow forever, the faces of people don't know where to go, and the peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze.

The cold crescent moon is like a tough sword, adorning the night with indifferent silver light. For thousands of years, the sun and the moon are flying fast, and the years have changed.

In the long time, the endless waiting is like a long and boring dream.

Legend has it that the fairy who went against the sky and was removed from the fairyland, and was killed in Zhuxiantai and entered the six reincarnations had to go through nine reincarnations in the world before returning to the fairyland and recovering the body of a god.

Therefore, Qin Yang did not hesitate to use his life to imprison his soul in a piece of jade. In the world of dust and fantasy, after several twists and turns, he recast his body after a thousand years.

However, as time went by, he, who had been reincarnated for thousands of years, was reborn in a world parallel to this continent. Good luck tricked people, and his fate was unpredictable. Qin Yang, who ascended to the heavens and did not enter reincarnation, is no longer what he used to be, and has become an ordinary mortal cultivating Taoism.

Qin Yang withdrew his thoughts and stared at Zhang Yonghuan, who was cleaning the pot. The once gloomy forest, with fallen flowers, carefree and carefree like yesterday, kept reappearing in his mind.

Back then, if it wasn't for his teachings, he wouldn't have been able to greatly increase his cultivation base and dominate the situation. If it wasn't for his arrogance back then, maybe he wouldn't have changed his life against the sky and turned the world around. Immortal body, they will not be strangers.

With the inner demon of pursuing madness and strength, and the obsession with arrogance and unrestrained admiration of the strong, he lost himself in the process of pursuing strength in the end, and a mistake at the beginning made a heinous mistake.

Thinking back to the time when he became a strong man and stood under the sky overlooking all living beings, Qin Yang's chest was suffocated and his heart was crying blood.All the good things in the past were destroyed and annihilated by him, and disappeared without a trace.Regret endlessly, it's too late, he has practiced for thousands of years, waited for thousands of years, turned back and forth a thousand times, but in the end he couldn't break through the world of mortals and sever his hatred.

Qin Yang slowly looked away from Zhang Yonghuan's face, this time he will never make the same mistakes again, he promises.

Zhang Yonghuan washed the pot, wiped his hands and said, "It's done, go to bed."

Qin Yang smiled, and couldn't help clenching his fists slightly. The feeling of frustration and frustration in his heart disappeared instantly, "Okay."

Zhang Yonghuan walked out of the door first, went back to the house to light the lamp, and suddenly remembered the things raised in the house... Looking into the cage, he was depressed. The two grasshoppers had already turned white and drove west.

Zhang Yonghuan blinked in confusion, undressed and went to bed.

The next day, the sun was rising and Zhang Yonghuan, who was still immersed in sleep, was woken up by Little Tail's sweet voice: "Brother Huan...Brother Huan...the sun is drying his butt."

"Where's Xiao Xie?" Rubbing his eyes, he asked the little guy.

Little Tail lost: "He's still sleeping." After thinking for a while, he said, "Xiao Xie will get dizzy if he doesn't sleep well."

Zhang Yonghuan fetched water to wash his face, cursing in his heart: "You brat has a lot of problems!"

"Brother Huan... Dayangyang bought shallot seedlings, do you want to plant them?"

"Yeah." After washing his face and eating some cakes, Zhang Yonghuan carried a hoe and a rake on his back, took green onion seedlings and a few packets of vegetable seeds, and went to the backyard with his little tail.

Zhang Yonghuan rolled up his sleeves and trousers, and raised his hoe to dig up the soil. He refurbished all the soil in the field. Gu Gu, stopped his movements, wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeves and greeted indiscriminately: "Little Tail, hug all the onion seedlings here."

The little guy who was braiding something with a ponytail in the grass on the ground walked over obediently holding the green onion seedlings.

"Would you like me...to help?" He threw away the grasshopper he made up and asked.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at his grasshopper and said, "You are the supervisor."

Little Tail blinked: "Okay, I'm going to weave grasshoppers." Going back to the field, I continued weaving grasshoppers with horsetail grass.

Zhang Yonghuan squatted in the ground, neatly planting onion seedlings on the small raised mound.

After a stick of incense, the green onion seedlings were evenly planted in the ground.

After that, he took out the vegetables and rapeseeds in a small cloth bag from his bosom, grabbed them in his hands and sprinkled them on the ground, then used a rake to hook the soil back and forth to cover the rapeseeds under the soil layer.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at the sky, walked to the ground with a hoe on his back, sat on the grass and said, "Come water again in the afternoon, let's go back after a rest."

"Yeah." Little Tail nodded and continued to weave grasshoppers.

Zhang Yonghuan paralyzed in the grass and gasped for a while, glanced sideways at the things made by Xiaowei, grabbed a handful of ponytail grass and said, "I'll teach you to weave something special."

Sitting up, he fiddled with a few strands of horsetail grass, "here." There is no beauty at all, and it doesn't look like a small animal's straw ring.

Little Tail looked at him, then at the thing in his hand: "Ugly." What, it's not as good-looking as he made it up!

Zhang Yonghuan grinned and said, "Little guy, let me tell you, this thing has a special meaning..."

Little Tail was puzzled: "What?"

Zhang Yonghuan smiled mischievously: "I told you, you have to take this thing to Zhan Fengcheng?"

Little Tail looked at the straw circle, couldn't accept it and said, "It's too ugly."

Zhang Yonghuan laughed, and began to instill something special in the children.

After a while, the two crawled out of the grass, one carrying a hoe target and the other carrying a pile of straw things and walking towards the small courtyard.

"Do you remember?" Zhang Yonghuan asked again worriedly.

Little Tail nodded heavily: "Remember."

Zhang Yonghuan reminded: "When you see Zhan Feng in a while, give him something, remember to say what I taught you."

Little Tail smiled: "Okay."

Back in the courtyard, put things away, both of them washed their faces, drank another pot of tea, Zhang Yonghuan went to Zhan Feng with his little tail holding a straw ring in his hand.

In the restaurant, Zhan Feng, Qin Yang and others were chatting and drinking tea around the table.

Zhang Yonghuan walked over and sat down, followed by Xiaowei.

"Where's Xiao Xie?" He knocked on the melon seeds and looked around and said, "Have you gotten up yet?"

Qin Yang nodded, "Is it done?"

"Well, water some water in the afternoon to seal the onion seedlings."

The little tail held the ring and stood aside for a while, hesitating for a while, walked to Zhan Feng and gave the things in front of his eyes, saying: "The straw ring is for you, if you are willing...to marry me, regardless of health or disease, rich or poor, like me?"

The sky thunder exploded, and everyone was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

Zhan Feng: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Zhang Yonghuan smiled happily and raised his thumb: "Tsk tsk! Little tail is proposing marriage!"

Xiaowei smiled shyly, presented the ring to Zhan Feng again and said, "Propose." Brother Huan said, marriage proposal is fun, and Zhan Feng will like him more and more in the future.

Depressed and speechless, Zhan Feng looked up at the beams of the house.

Zhang Yonghuan stretched out his legs and kicked Qin Yang under the table, silently hinting at him with his eyes, Qin Yang smiled gently from the side, and said again: "Little Tail, ask him if he agrees."

"Do you agree?" Little Tail repeated, blinking his big innocent eyes.

Zhan Feng looked at his young master bitterly: "This...is not proper."

Zhang Yonghuan raised his eyebrows: "A child's game is just a game, don't make him sad! Hurry up and agree."

Chen Xiaoxu: "That's right, brother Ah Feng's little tail is so cute, don't make him sad."

The old grandson smoked dry cigarettes, smiled and said nothing.

"Little Tail, ask him again if he hates you." Zhang Yonghuan spoke and instructed.

Little Tail accepted it completely, and repeated: "Do you...hate me?" Frowning, his chest felt a little stuffy.

Zhan Feng wanted to cry but had no tears, he dawdled and said, "I...promise you."

"Thank you." Little Tail smiled sweetly, pulled up his left hand and put the straw ring on Zhan Feng's ring finger as Zhang Yonghuan taught him.

"The moment of witnessing true love..." Zhang Yonghuan suppressed a smile, applauded and cheered: "Little Tail, you are so brave, you are too domineering!"

Chen Xiaoxu rushed out, stood at the door and smiled exaggeratedly.

Qin Yang got up gracefully, the corner of his mouth twitched strangely and said: "The weather is good today."

Zhang Yonghuan also got up and walked out, and opened his mouth and said, "It's quite windy and sunny."

Old Sun smoked his dry cigarette, turned around and sat back behind the showcase.

Little Tail blinked quietly and looked at Zhan Feng.

Zhan Feng's resolute face was as red as a pig's liver, looking at the nondescript straw ring on his finger