Cultivate Taoism and farm to make peace in the world

Chapter 2 Bitter Bamboo
"Yao'er, why are you jumping so high, and you're not afraid of falling?"

Taking two steps forward and reaching out to hug his white and tender younger sister, Jiang Xuan inadvertently showed a doting smile on his face.

It feels like family, which is good.

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

"Cauldron, don't you seem to have caught the nest?"

As she spoke, she buried her little head in Jiang Xuan's chest again, and said in a muffled voice:
"How long has it been since you came home, Daguo? Yao'er thought you didn't want to nest anymore."

Rubbing Jiang Yao's little head with his chin, before Jiang Xuan could speak again, a cheer full of surprise came from his ear:
"Wipe, big brother!"

"Why did you come back?"

"Mother, I said that I heard the voice of the eldest brother, but you still don't believe me."

Looking at the third younger brother who was only a head short of him in height, strode to his side, and put his arm around his neck, Jiang Xuan showed helplessness:
"Xiao Wu, how old are you, why are you still the same as when you were a child?"

"Let go."

"I do not!"

Jiang Wu poked his neck and said:

"Unless you agree to take me to a brothel."

Jiang Xuan was taken aback for a moment, but before he could react from Jiang Wu's rhetoric, Xie Qiong, who had just come to Jiang Xuan's side with a look of surprise, had already turned gloomy, and stretched out his claws to grab Jiang Wu:
"Little bastard, what's wrong? Be like your father and see how I deal with you today."

After the words fell, Xie Qiong walked towards the backyard by Jiang Wu's ears amidst Jiang Wu's cry for help.

During the period, she did not forget to ask Jiang Xuan what he would like to eat at night with a pleasant face, and promised to cook the taste Jiang Xuan liked.

Looking at his own mother in this life with a smile on her shoulders and leaving with her third brother, Jiang Xuan then carried his younger sister to the living room.

"came back?"

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

Standing up from the chair, Jiang Yansong, who has grown to two hundred catties, looked at his eldest son, whose eyes were full of his youthful appearance, with emotion on his face:
"I've grown taller and thinner, why are you willing to come back today?"

Jiang Xuan smiled and said:

"One is that I got some opportunities outside and need to go home to deal with it."

"Secondly, there is a feeling in the heart, and it is probably only recently that the air has entered the body."

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

After the words fell, Jiang Yansong immediately showed a look of surprise:
"Are you really going to become a Taoist? Smoke is coming out of my Jiang family's ancestral grave? I never thought that I, Jiang Yansong, would give birth to a Taoist son!"

He only cares about Jiang Xuan's entry into Taoism. As for the chance, he forgets after hearing it:
"No, I have to tell your second uncle and third uncle about this, and let them come back to be lively."

Jiang Xuan showed a hint of helplessness when he heard the words:
"Father, I haven't entered the Tao yet."

"Before entering the Tao, you should be quiet and not move, so call the second and third uncles, let's wait until I really draw the breath into the body."

"exactly."

Father Jiang rubbed his hands and nodded frantically:
"First enter the Tao, first enter the Tao."

While talking, he took Jiang Yao from Jiang Xuan's arms:
"You go back to your room to practice, and I'll call you when you're eating, and I'll hug you, my son."

"Yao'er, come to daddy's arms, daddy will take you to eat prawns."

"Oh."

Jiang Yao fell into Jiang Yansong's arms when she heard it:
"Daguowo is going to eat prawns. I will give you the peeled prawns in the next nest. You will tell stories to the nest at night~"

Jiang Xuan smiled and agreed:

"it is good."

All night.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Xuan, who had practiced all night but gained nothing, quietly left the door and walked towards the bamboo mountain not far away.

As I said before, the Jiang family is rich.

If you have money, you will start a family business, no matter what era you are in.

In the hearts of Xia people, what could be more reassuring than fields?
So Jiang Yansong bought the [-] mu of land next to the Jiang family and the three low mountains close to the Jiang family's land.

Aishan originally had no name, but when buying mountain land from the government, a title deed was required, so it had a name.

The three mountains are Zhushan, which is full of bamboos, Songshan, which is full of pine trees, and Cicada Mountain, which is particularly loud in summer.

Zhushan Mountain is 350 meters high, which is the highest mountain outside the mountain range.

As for Songshan Mountain and Cicada Mountain, they are only about 280 meters away.

The goal of Jiang Xuan's trip is Zhushan.

Stepping on the mossy path all the way up, Jiang Xuan reached the top of the mountain before the sun rose.

The top of Zhushan was leveled by the Jiang family with great effort.

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

Although the cottage is small, the living room, study, bedroom, and toilet are all available.

Next to the hut, there is a clear spring springing from the ground.

The rushing spring water flowed from the ground, circled around the man-made deep pool, and then divided into three streams.

These three streams spiral down from the top of the mountain, moistening the entire bamboo mountain and then pouring into the fields below the mountain for reclamation, which can be called water conservancy.

At this time, the morning sun was rising, and the eastern red sun was shining on the earth, and the mild sunshine dispelled the coldness in the mountains.

Kneeling down to drink the cool spring water, he got up and glanced at the few acres of vegetable gardens that had been abandoned because no one took care of them. Jiang Xuan exhaled and tapped lightly on the side of the spring.

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

It is not right to say that it is green bamboo.

After all, how can there be a full-grown bamboo with only a single bamboo branch and a bamboo leaf on the bamboo branch?

So the one-meter-high bamboo in front of me can only be called young bamboo at best.

Stepping forward and approaching You Zhu, a vague bitterness rose from Jiang Xuan's mouth, which made him swallow his saliva.

In this life, it's finally my turn to cheat!
Walking up to the young bamboo, he looked intently at the bamboo leaves.

On the bamboo leaf, a message that only Jiang Xuan could see suddenly appeared:
""Tai Chi Heart Sutra", 3% proficiency"

Exhaling a sigh of satisfaction, Jiang Xuan's heart finally settled down.

This bitter bamboo is his spiritual root.

The leaves that grow on the bitter bamboo are the classics of the exercises he practiced.

As the saying goes, if you suffer through hardships, you will become a master.

If there is proficiency in various exercises and Taoism, then after having this bamboo, every time he practices around the bamboo, his proficiency will increase accordingly.

Until the proficiency reaches 100%, let him thoroughly master a skill to a superb level.

And there is no need to worry about any accidents if the natal spiritual root is exposed.

Although this thing has been manifested, it is still Jiang Xuan's cheat in essence. Once in danger, it will escape back to his cheat space without any surprises.

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

Even great supernatural beings will subconsciously ignore it when they see it, as if it doesn't exist.

Even if they are aware of the existence of bitter bamboo, they will treat it as an ordinary bamboo.

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

Just like now, Jiang Xuan stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the top of the mountain full of weeds.

The next moment, with the bitter bamboo as the center, the grass and trees within a square square of an acre of land instantly withered, turning into gray and black.

A gust of morning wind blew by, and the gray and black vegetation instantly turned into fly ash.

However, the fly ash did not drift away with the wind, but instead melted into the earth that gave birth to them, nourishing the acre of Susukida on the top of the mountain as if oil could be squeezed out.

(End of this chapter)