"Young man, why are you jumping so high? You're not afraid of falling?"

He stepped forward and reached out to pick up his white and tender little girl. Jiang Xuan's face inadvertently showed a doting smile.

It feels like a family, good.

Jiang Yao, who buried her head in Jiang Xuan's chest, raised her little head when she heard the sound, blinked her big eyes and said in her little breasts:

"Don't you catch the nest if you're big pot?"

As she said that, she buried her little head in Jiang Xuan's chest again and said in a muffled voice:

"Daguo, have you been home for a long time? My little one thought you didn't want to be a nest anymore."

He rubbed Jiang Yao's little head with his chin. Before Jiang Xuan could speak again, a cheer filled with surprise came from his ear:

"Damn, brother!"

"Why did you come back?"

"Mom, I said I heard my elder brother's voice, you don't believe it."

Seeing that he was only one head short of his height, he rushed to his side and reached out to hug his third brother, Jiang Xuan showed helplessness:

"Xiao Wu, how old is Xiao Wu? Why is he still the same as when he was a child?"

"Let go."

"I don't!"

Jiang Wu said with his neck stammering:

"Unless you promise to take me to the kiln."

Jiang Xuan was stunned. Before he could react from Jiang Wu's bold words, Xie Qiong, who had just come to Jiang Xuan with a look of surprise, had already turned gloomy and stretched out his magic claws and grabbed Jiang Wu:

"Little bastard, is it a rebellion? Let's have the same virtue as your father, let's see how I deal with you today."

After the words came, Xie Qiong took his ears to the backyard as Jiang Wu called for help.

During this period, she did not forget to ask Jiang Xuan kindly what she wanted to eat in the evening and promised to bring out the taste that Jiang Xuan liked.

With a smile, he watched his mother, who had been in her life, take her third brother away, and then Jiang Xuan came to the living room with her younger sister.

"Come back?"

As soon as he entered the living room, a calm voice came from Jiang Xuan's ears.

Get up from the chair, looking at his young eldest son, Jiang Yansong, who had gained 200 pounds, looked at his face and sighed:

"I have grown taller and lost weight. Why are you willing to come back today?"

Jiang Xuan smiled and said:

"First, I got some opportunities outside and needed to go home to deal with it."

"The second is that the mind feels something, and it has been almost the last time."

"Think about it carefully, where is practicing not practicing? So I just came back."

After the words came to an end, Jiang Yansong immediately showed a look of surprise:

"I'm really going to enter the Tao? My Jiang family's ancestral tomb is smoking? I didn't expect that I, Jiang Yansong, could have a Taoist son coming out!"

He only cares about Jiang Xuan entering the Tao. As for opportunities and other things, he forgot after hearing them:

"No, I have to tell you about this matter, so that they can come back and have fun."

Jiang Xuan showed a hint of helplessness when he heard this:

"Dad, I'm not yet in the Tao."

"Before entering the Tao, you should be quiet and not move, so you should call me the second and third uncles and the others, and wait until I really draw my energy into my body."

“Yes, yes.”

Jiang's father rubbed his hands while nodding his head wildly:

"First enter the Tao, first enter the Tao."

As he spoke, he took Jiang Yao from Jiang Xuan's arms:

"You go back to your room to practice. When you eat, I will call you, I will hug you, my son."

"Young man, come to my father's arms, and my father will take you to eat prawns."

"oh."

Jiang Yao heard it very much and fell into Jiang Yansong's arms:

"I'm going to eat prawns in Daguowo. I'll peel the prawns and give them to you later. You'll tell stories to the prawns tonight~"

Jiang Xuan agreed with a smile:

"good."

Nothing happened overnight.

The next morning, just dawned, Jiang Xuan, who had practiced for a night but had nothing to gain, quietly left the door and walked towards Zhushan not far away.

As mentioned before, the Jiang family has some wealth.

When you have money, you will buy a house business, no matter which era it is.

In the hearts of the Xia people, what can be more at ease than the fields?

Therefore, the two hundred acres of land beside the Jiang family and the three short mountains near the Jiang family were all bought by Jiang Yansong.

Aishan originally had no name, but when purchasing mountain land from the official, he needed to establish a land deed, so he had a name.

The three mountains are bamboo mountains full of bamboos, pine mountains full of pine trees, and cicada songs with particularly loud cicadas in summer.

Zhushan is 350 meters high and is considered the highest mountain outside the mountain range.

As for Songshan and Chanmingshan, it is only about 280 meters.

Jiang Xuan’s goal for this trip is Zhushan.

Walking up the moss path, Jiang Xuan came to the top of the mountain before the rising sun rose.

The top of Zhushan Mountain was leveled by Jiang Family Flowers with great efforts.

The entire top of the mountain covers an area of ​​about 7 acres, and there is a green bamboo hut in the middle.

Although the cottage is small, it is equipped with all living room, study, bedroom and toilet.

Next to the hut is a clear spring surging in the ground.

The rushing spring water flows out from the ground, and after wandering around the artificial deep pool, it is divided into three streams.

These three streams wind and circulate from the top of the mountain, nourishing the entire Zhushan, and then pouring into the fields at the foot of the mountain, which can be called water conservancy and all things.

At this time, the rising sun was rising, and the red sun in the east shone on the earth, and the gentle sunlight dispelled the coldness of the mountains.

He squatted down and plucked the cool spring water, got up and glanced at the several acres of vegetable garden that had been abandoned because no one was taking care of it. Jiang Xuan breathed out and pointed it lightly at the edge of the spring.

The next moment, a green bamboo suddenly appeared beside the spring.

It is not right to say that it is Qingzhu.

After all, there is no adult bamboo, only a lonely bamboo branch, and there is only a bamboo leaf on the bamboo branch?

Therefore, the bamboo that is meter tall in front of you can only be called young bamboo at most.

He stepped forward and approached Youzhu two steps, and a faint bitterness rose from Jiang Xuan's mouth, making him unable to help swallowing.

In this life, it was finally my turn to cheat!

Walking to the young bamboo, he looked at the bamboo leaves intently.

A message that only Jiang Xuan could see appeared on the bamboo leaves:

"Tai Chi Heart Sutra, proficiency is 3%"

He let out a sigh of satisfaction, and Jiang Xuan's heart finally calmed down.

This bitter bamboo is his natural spiritual root.

The leaves growing on the bitter bamboo are the martial arts he practiced.

As the saying goes, only by enduring hardships can one become the best.

If there are various martial arts and Taoist techniques, then after the bamboo is available, his proficiency will increase accordingly every time he practices around the bamboo.

Until his proficiency reaches 100%, he will completely master a skill to the level of superb level.

And there is no need to worry about any accidents that will occur when exposed to the soul roots of the birth.

Although this thing has been shown, it is essentially Jiang Xuan's plug-in. Once he encounters danger, he will escape back to his plug-in space and there will be no accidents.

In addition, this bitter bamboo also has the ability to obscene itself.

Even those who are great supernatural powers will subconsciously ignore it when they see it, when it does not exist.

Even if you realize the existence of bitter bamboo, you will regard it as an ordinary bamboo.

Of course, in addition to the above points, his golden finger naturally has other functions.

For example, now, Jiang Xuan stretched out his hand and pointed it at the top of the mountain full of weeds.

The next moment, with bitter bamboo as the center, the plants and trees within the square acre of land instantly withered and turned into gray and black.

A morning breeze blew, and the gray and black plants instantly turned into ashes.

However, the ashes did not drift with the wind, but instead merged into the land of raising them, nourishing the thin field on the top of the mountain as if it could be used to pinch oil.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!