The energy could only be sensed when one was very close to it.
Before, Roland had thought that the special, invisible energy could only be generated in certain special places, such as ancestral shrines or temples.
After all, the first time Roland encountered such energy was when his family worshiped their ancestors.
The first impression was very important. It was quite normal for him to come to such a conclusion.
However, after more than a year of searching, he began to doubt his conclusion.
However, he saw the energy balls again.
Moreover, there were quite a lot of them. They swayed and floated in the 'living room' of the courtyard house.
Roland was stunned on the spot.
Noticing his anomaly, the old man looked back at his hall and asked curiously, "What are you looking at? What's so interesting about my ancestor's paintings? "
"Nothing. I just feel that the atmosphere here is different from other places. It's a strange feeling," Roland replied awkwardly.
However, the old man grew excited after hearing that. "You can feel it?"
"Yes, I can."
"Come on!" The old man was even more excited. He pulled Roland's hand and walked into the house. "It seems that you know your stuff. I love communicating with sophisticated young people like you."
He dragged Roland into the courtyard and into the living room.
Generally speaking, the hall in the countryside was used not only for worshiping the ancestors, but also for receiving guests.
Of course, different places had different customs. Other places might not be like this.
There were a few wooden benches and three rocking chairs that were obviously old.
He sat down first and pointed at the rocking chair next to him, before he said warmly, "Take a seat. Hey, don't you know that my father and I built this courtyard brick by brick? It took us a lot of effort."
Roland looked around and tried not to pay attention to the flying energy balls above his head and around him. Instead, he asked in surprise, "You built this yourself? This courtyard is made of green bricks! "
The old man was rather proud. "We made them ourselves. My father used to be a mason. He knew how to make green bricks."
"Impressive!" Roland was rather impressed.
The courtyard was obviously old. The old green bricks seemed to have been left behind for a long time.
A few decades ago, it was not easy to burn a cellar full of green bricks.
Not to mention that the two of them would be able to build this courtyard.
"Tell me, what's so amazing about this courtyard?" The old man leaned forward slightly. "I want to hear it."
Was this a test or a test?
Roland thought for only two seconds before he came up with an idea and an excuse.
Recently, he realized that his thinking speed was much faster in reality.
"This place is warm in winter and cool in summer. Most people can feel it." Roland smiled.
The old man picked up a palm-leaf fan from the side and gently waved it. "Is that advantage something ordinary people can't feel?"
Roland's eyes were half-closed. "Qi. I sense a very faint Qi here."
The old man's eyes widened. "What are you talking about? It's not scientific at all. Don't spout nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense. That's exactly how I feel." Roland stared into the old man's eyes without backing off. "It doesn't feel big, but it does exist."
After looking at each other for a while, the old man laughed. "That's right, there is indeed Qi here."
"You can feel it too?"
Roland looked at the old man in surprise. He wondered if the old man could sense the energy balls as well as he could.
The old man shook his head. "I can't."
Roland frowned. "Then you …"
"But it doesn't stop me from figuring it out."
The old man stood up and walked to the side, where a thick wooden bench was placed in front of him.
He clenched his right hand and smashed it down heavily.
After a crack, the wooden bench was broken into two halves.
Fresh stumps and bristles could be seen on it. Everything suggested that the wooden bench was real and not a prop.
Then, the old man showed his right palm to Roland. There wasn't even a red mark.
"I've never run into a bottleneck in my training since I moved here." The old man chuckled. "I've never been sick, not even a minor cold."
Roland thought for a moment and said, "You practice martial arts. It's normal that you can't get sick. That's not proof."
"Then have you ever seen anyone who has practiced martial arts to such an extent like me?"
As he spoke, the old man punched again and smashed the half of the bench that had fallen to the ground into two halves.
Roland raised his eyebrow.
He walked to one side and stomped heavily on the other half of the broken bench.
It was broken too!
However, the bench was of good quality. Although it was broken, Roland's feet were still numb from the shock.
"Young man, you're not bad at all." The old man chuckled. "You can sense my aura. It seems that you're not a simple person. Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Roland thought for a moment and said, "I was going to say that I want to learn the Iron Head Art from you, but now, I'll say that I want to rent a house here and borrow your 'aura'."
"Hahahaha!" The old man laughed straightforwardly and said loudly, "That's not a problem. I like honest young men best. There are too many empty houses in the courtyard house, and my son and I are the only ones living here. He's always running around outside, so this place is not very popular. If you're willing to live here occasionally, you'll be helping us. You can live in the house on the opposite side. Three thousand a month."
Roland took a deep breath. "That's too expensive."
Although Roland earned at least fifty times more from the game and exchanged it for money every month, the rental price of the houses in the county was not high. Three rooms and a living room only cost about 1,500 a month.
However, a house that was about twenty square meters here cost three thousand. This man was truly unscrupulous.
Roland pretended to consider for a moment. Then, he gritted his teeth and said, "Three thousand it is. The poor study and the rich practice martial arts. It's my fault for wanting to practice martial arts."
The old man burst into laughter, quite pleased with himself.
Expressionless, Roland secretly chuckled, quite pleased with himself.
Both of them felt that they had taken advantage of the situation.
The old man felt that he was a business genius if he could sell a house in the suburbs for three thousand.
Roland, on the other hand … Sensing the floating energy masses around him, he secretly exclaimed that he had made a killing.
Both of them were quite satisfied.
Then, Roland took out his phone and transferred a month's rent to the old man.
Although the old man was old, he was quite good at WeChat. Roland saw that the old man's WeChat profile picture was a young and beautiful girl.
"The Little Lotus Just Shows Its Tip."
Tsk! Coquettish. The older one was, the more coquettish they were.
Putting away his phone, Roland asked, "Old man, what's your surname?"
"My surname is Yu!"
Huh?
Roland was stunned. "What's your relationship with the Yu family?"
In this county, most people with the surname "Yu" came from Schuck's family tree.
Even Old Yu of the Red Star Grocery Store was a distant relative of Schuck's. It was said that in terms of seniority, it seemed that Schuck was even higher than Old Yu.
"Well, it's just a branch." The old man looked at Roland strangely. "You know someone from the Yu family too?"
"Your young chief and I are good brothers."
The old man was silent for a moment, then said somewhat cautiously, "How about I give you back the money? If Brother Kunpeng finds out that I took his brother's money, he'll definitely laugh at me. "
Roland clicked his tongue. Feudalism was really harmful.
An old man over sixty actually had to call a young man in his twenties "brother."
"No, if you don't tell and I don't tell, who will know!" Roland waved his hand. "It's true that I'm renting a house here. I'll feel bad if I don't give you some money."
"That's fine." The old man thought for a moment. His family was indeed short of money recently. "My name is Yu Kunming. You can call me Brother Ming."
"I'd better call you Uncle Yu. It's weird to call an old man 'brother.' "Roland waved his hand and said," Let's talk about our own things. "
"Okay." Yu Kunming thought for a moment and said, "But don't feel like you're losing out. This is actually a treasured place. It's also very good for you to live here."
Roland raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"When you came, did you see the mountain behind it?"
Roland nodded. There was indeed a small mountain behind this courtyard house. It wasn't tall or big, but it could be considered a mountain.
"Although the Yu family worships their ancestors in the ancestral shrine every year, their coffins or ashes are all buried in the mountain behind it. This is collectively owned by the Yu family. " Yu Kunming rubbed his bald head and said in a rather proud and even somewhat pleased tone, "The Yu Family has been able to stand tall here for nearly a thousand years and even produce several famous people. It was even able to withstand the turbulent times a few decades ago. It's all thanks to this treasured land of Fengshui that the Yu Family was able to stand tall here. It's said that the former master came to visit and set up arrays in the mountain. "
Roland immediately understood. "So, you and your son are actually tomb keepers!"
"There's no such thing as tomb keepers nowadays." Yu Kunming shook his head and said, "Although the main family sends supplies and money over every year, today's society values equality, and no one is willing to be below others. Maybe I'm the last generation of tomb keepers."
Not everyone had the ambition to climb up.
Roland could tell that Yu Kunming didn't want his son to be a tomb keeper.
Both of them were silent for a moment when they talked about a somewhat heavy topic.
Then, Roland went to the rented room and found that it was very clean except for the lack of bedding and some furniture.
He planned to bring bedding and some daily necessities when he came over the next day.
Resisting the desire to attract the energy balls, Roland left the courtyard house.
He remembered that the last time he absorbed the energy balls, he passed out and was sent to the hospital. He didn't want to do it again.
Of course, he had to attract them, but he had to find the right time.
There was no hurry. The energy balls couldn't run away.
Riding a public bike, Roland was quite happy. He sang a song and returned home. He had just opened the door when his phone rang.
Then Schuck's voice came from inside. "Roland, it's bad. Come to the saber arts club. Something happened to Qi Shaoqiu."
Hearing that, Roland simply pushed out the extremely old-fashioned 125cc motorcycle that he hadn't driven for a long time.
Checking that it was still full of fuel, he simply rode it.
The motorcycle roared, and ten minutes later, Roland appeared at the door of the saber arts club.
Inside the low walls, a group of students formed a circle.
Faint cries came over.
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