Wang Yao checked around with his hand lamp. There was not much damage this time. Only a few Gentian gentians had their leaves pulled out. The other party reacted quickly. They must have stopped when they heard the noise in the house. Then, they turned around and ran away.
Wang Yao stood on the hill and looked into the distance. He saw a corner of the village. It was very quiet at night.
Some people won't give up until they see the coffin!
The next morning, it was drizzling. The autumn rain was very cold.
Wang Yao watered the herbs in the herbal field as usual. Although it was raining, it could not be compared with the magical ancient spring water.
After finishing his work, he went back to the house and began to choose the herbs according to the prepared prescription and decoction.
Dongsang leaves, licorice, platycodon, mint, forsythia, reed root …
Inside the house.
A person, a pot, a fire, and a smell of herbs.
Outside the house.
The autumn rain was continuous and quiet on Nanshan Hill.
Such a day was suitable for doing many things, such as finding a place to have a cup of coffee, reading a good book at home, thinking about something while looking at the rain, or having a good sleep. It was usually very quiet on a rainy day.
Wang Yao was in the cottage. He looked at the fire, smelled the herbal fragrance, and decocted the herbs. It was not boring. He enjoyed it very much.
Cocksfoot, bramble mustard, silver flower, bamboo leaves …
Atractylodes atractylodes, poria cocos, yam, lotus seeds, licorice …
Perhaps it was because of the rain, Wang Yao's heart was very calm. He had successfully decocted three decoctions in one day. The sky was still bright in the afternoon.
Wang Yao took a long breath. He put out the fire, brushed the multifunctional pot for herbs, and stretched his body.
Let's call it a day.
In less than two days, he had successfully decocted four decoctions. The progress of the task was much faster than he had expected. He was not in a hurry.
He sat on the chair, took out the book of Natural Classics, and began to read it silently.
Although he didn't understand the specific meaning of the scripture, he could vaguely feel the mystery of it. What made him happy was that he had finally touched the threshold of the foundation of the Qi-inducing Skill, which he hadn't found the knack of, which was the method of breathing.
Hiss, phew …
The essence of the Dao steals the darkness. The extreme of the Dao is muddled and silent. Ignore the unheard-of, embrace the spirit in stillness, and the form will be upright … The Way of Nature is always clear, the Way of Yin and Yang is always quiet, and the Way of Man is always sutra. It is called the Way of Nature. The Great Dao was formless, but it gave birth to the heavens and the earth. The Great Dao was emotionless, but it operated the sun and the moon. The Great Dao was nameless, but it nurtured all living things … Man followed the earth, the earth followed the heavens, the heavens followed the Dao, and the Dao followed nature …
The Natural Classics was not very long, so it would not take a long time to read it. Wang Yao read it very slowly. First of all, the text was obscure, and second of all, he wanted to understand the philosophy contained in it. Unknowingly, the sky had darkened, but he still read it silently as if he did not feel it.
Buzz! His phone suddenly rang. Wang Yao closed the book and put it back into the system, muttering, "What a pity."
Just a moment ago, he seemed to have entered a mysterious state. It was as if he had touched something, seen something, and felt something. With just a sound, everything disappeared.
"This scripture is indeed extraordinary!"
"Hello, Mom?"
"Come home for dinner. I haven't seen you all day!" Zhang Xiuying's concerned voice came from the phone.
"Got it, Mom."
Wang Yao closed the door, held an umbrella, and went down the hill.
The hill in the rain was very quiet, especially when the sky was dark. It was so quiet that it was a little scary.
Wang Yao was used to it. After he went down the hill and returned home, dinner was already on the table. There were four dishes and a soup, including fish and meat.
"Wow, what a sumptuous meal. What day is it today?" Wang Yao smiled and asked.
"Don't talk nonsense. Wash your hands quickly."
"Okay!"
The family of three had a joyous meal.
"Are you still going up the hill at night?"
"Yes, I am a little worried," Wang Yao said.
"Mom is worried about you being alone in the deep hill at night!" Zhang Xiuying had said this more than once.
"Don't you have San Xian with you?" Wang Yao smiled and said.
"Do you want your dad to go up the hill with you?"
"Don't tease me. There is only one bed in the cottage. It's really fine. Don't worry about it!"
After much persuasion, Wang Yao finally dispelled his mother's thoughts.
After dinner and chatting for a while, Wang Yao went out with an umbrella and went up the hill.
"Lao Wang, why didn't you say anything just now? Persuade him!" Zhang Xiuying immediately scolded her boss when Wang Yao went out of the door.
Wang Fenghua just smoked silently.
"Let him grind!" After a long while, he said this sentence.
"What? Didn't you not agree with him planting herbs a few days ago?"
Wang Fenghua did not say anything. He had a meal with the village party secretary a few days ago. During the meal, the village party secretary, Wang Jianli, drank a little too much and talked a lot. Wang Fenghua remembered a few words very clearly.
"Wang Yao in your family is a young man who will surpass us in time! He knows how to deal with people and knows how to deal with accidents. The whole village misjudged him! "
In the village, Wang Jianli praised a lot of people, but it was all superficial. People who knew him well knew that when he praised someone after drinking, it was a real compliment. When such words were said by a young man, it was a great compliment.
It was also at that time that Wang Fenghua realized that his son had really changed.
Let him be.
Wang Yao went up the hill with a lantern. It did not take long for him to reach the cottage. A door blocked the wind and rain outside.
The light was turned on. In the deep hill, there was a soft sound of chanting.
The rain fell quietly outside the cottage. It did not stop until after midnight.
The next day, the weather suddenly became much colder.
After watering the herbal field, Wang Yao went up the hill. He sat cross-legged on a rock and silently practiced according to the breathing method taught in the Natural Classics.
He had looked up the book on the Internet. It was rumored that it was written by Guang Chengzi, the Golden Immortal of Taoism. However, the book on the Internet was not the same as the one given by the system. Not only were there fewer scriptures, but there was also no the most basic Daoyin technique at all. It was like an abridged version.
Wang Yao closed his eyes and silently breathed. Suddenly, he felt bright in front of him. It was the sun.
Early in the morning, the vitality was the most abundant. The sun was gentle, unlike the sun at noon. It was suitable for breathing.
After sitting on the hill for about an hour, Wang Yao saw that people had started to go up the hill. He went down the hill and went into the cottage to continue brewing the medicine.
Moo, Baa. A herd of cows and sheep went up the hill along the road.
"Uncle, so early?"
"Ah."
"Hey, what's that smell?"
"It smells like herbs. I wonder what Fenghua's son is doing."
"He's been on the hill all day. He doesn't look for a job!"
"Well, farming is also good!" The old man took a puff from his pipe and looked at the small house in the distance.
"What's so good about it? Can it make money?" The middle-aged man who was looking at the hoe disdainfully said.
"It's better to bully an old man than a poor young man!"
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