The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

Yang Dongxu stood stunned with a porcelain bottle in his hand and was messy in the wind.

Doesn’t it mean that women’s performance is very obvious, and men don’t have any specific performance at all? Why did the two old men see at a glance that he was no longer a boy, and also saw his indulgence last night?

You have to know that his body from the age of martial arts to martial arts is not covered, although last night was a bit presumptuous. After getting up, you are full of energy, no fatigue, no black circles, and no feet are soft, or Yintang black.

"It's really a dog." Yang Dongxu couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

But at the next moment, the thief opened the stopper of the porcelain bottle and put it in his nostril to sniff it, but he didn't sniff one. So the porcelain bottle tilted and he came out with a pill everywhere.

The pill is not as big as a soybean, and it is still the size of a sealed wax coat. The small black pill inside the wax coat is only a little larger than the green bean, and the particle size of the Liuwei Dihuang pill he has seen.

Putting the pill in the nostril and sniffing, there was no special smell. He couldn't see anything, so Yang Dongxu threw the pill into his mouth and chewed it twice. The bitter taste peculiar to traditional Chinese medicine permeates the mouth, followed by an indescribable sweetness, a bit like the sweetness of licorice, but more intense and pure.

Let's take a few mouths to feel it, and didn't find any heat flowing straight into the stomach and warming the body, nor did I find that my luck suddenly exploded in strength, as if it was the same as eating an ordinary pill.

"Guben Peiyuan's things are generally surrounded by nourishment, and it doesn't feel much to eat one or two. But if you want to feel intuitively, you can take one before you go to the house to ensure that you are alive." The old man who has arrived at the dining room suddenly turned back. Yang Dongxu raised his eyebrows.

Yang Dongxu was instantly bashed with a big red face: "If I don't eat this thing, I am also a tiger."

Men can do anything if they are questioned by others. Especially myself, but a 19-year-old boy who is in full swing.

The old man glanced at Yang Dongxu, and nodded, but nodded: "Your foundation is indeed good, and the capital is not small. This thing is really not used now. Keep it, maybe you will use it later."

I go, don't leave the old man, make this clear, what can I use it in the future? In the future, will I not hold it, or will I have premature ejaculation?

And what kind of eyes did you have just now, how do you know at a glance that Laozi has a good foundation and the capital is not small? Do you have a fluoroscope on your eyes?

Yang Dongxu, who was depressed, walked into the dining room. Aunt Hua and Cui Ma kept looking at him, and with a smile on their lips, they apparently understood what they had just come.

Yang Dongxu pretended not to see anything, first pour the wine to the old man and old man Xuan politely, then sat down in the first position of the junior and began to eat and pretended not to see.

The old man Xuan generally does not eat in the dining room, and he always makes small wine in the front yard and eats it with Mr. Yi alone. Only when someone or friends come out of the room will they sit in the dining room and eat out out of respect for the guests.

He did not sit on the throne, saying that it was Yang Dongxu's host position, he was just a guest. This is the case with more than 80 old Xuan men. In the past two years, they have evolved more and more like naughty boys. They quarreled with the aunts and aunts in the park, and sometimes they were stubborn like old fashioned.

"This man has a bad reputation, and he will have less contact in the future, but his method of getting medicines is okay, and he can stay. But eating less, it is the medicine poisoning." Seeing Yang Dongxu digging his head to eat rice, the old man made a sip of wine. Said.

"I said that the king of thieves has disappeared for many years, but your mouth is still so stinky? What does it mean that my reputation is not good? You go outside to ask, and mention my Sun Banxian who doesn't give a thumbs up and call a living **** who rescues and rescues? It's not too much to be a Buddha.

I didn't feel that I was able to elevate the immortals, so I humbly recognized a half immortal, which is many times better than your reputation as a thief.

There is also a medicine that is good for three-point poisoning, but does that refer to the medicine that Lao Zi matches? The effect of Guben Peiyuan Xiaohuandan prepared by Laozi is so good that you villagers can't imagine it.

Besides the fruits and vegetables that you usually eat, the wine you drink now is also a medicine. If you haven’t seen you poisoned? Old Man Sun looked at Old Man Xuan with a beard and glared.

Yang Dongxu couldn't help but gave him a surprised look, knowing whether he had a higher status than Xuan Old Man or older than him in recent years. Seeing the old man Xuan is equal, at most, more than 90% of them are junior rites.

Like the old man Sun, he opened his mouth and scolded, and said that the old man Xuan was a country gangster who knew nothing, and he claimed to be the first time he was a man who called himself Laozi. This is obviously a master. And for the first time, he heard that the old man Xuan also had the nickname ‘The King of Thieves’.

"Sun Barefoot made it clear who the country gangster is, and you, a barefoot doctor, dare to compare my identity with me?" Old Xuan man sneered disdainfully.

"What's better than your identity? Lao Tzu has been a nobleman for thousands of years, and it's many times stronger than you who used to pick up cow dung outside the customs. You're now the **** status of the nobleman of the deceased country. It is a modern nobleman, and the chairman has to meet him in person. Do you dare to show your identity? Also compare with Laozi." Old Man Sun also stared back with a stunned look.

It is said that hitting people without hitting faces and scolding people is not short, and old man Sun's words are poked on the old man Xuan old man's heart. Yang Dongxu's eyes were dumbfounded, and the food pulled into his mouth forgot to chew off.

"Lao Tzu is impatient to see you alive." Xuan Lao Man's angry hair flicked up on the table and stood up, reaching for the old man's collar and holding it up.

The movement of the old man Xuan scared Yang Dongxu. Although the old man Xuan is now more than 80, he can still break a piece of cloth with his bare hands. Old Man Sun was as thin as a stalk, obviously not his opponent.

"Wufu, the barbarians... only the inferior talents can do it.

"Oh, Lao Tzu is so good at learning and getting rich, and Wen Cai throws away dozens of streets like your barefoot doctor."

"Lao Zi Wencai dumped you a hundred streets." Old Man Sun was not weak even if he was caught by the collar and knew that his fist was not the opponent of Old Man Xuan.

"Laozi dumped you a thousand streets." Old Xuan stared at Yanjing with anger.

"Laozi dumped you ten thousand streets."

"Laozi dumped you 100,000 streets."

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In this way, Yang Dongxu stared at the dogs, and the two old men spewed and ran wildly in countless streets. They not only scolded, but also ate some dishes to replenish their strength, and sipped their wine to nourish their throats.

Yang Dongxu took his own rice bowl out of the dining room and went straight to the kitchen. He was hungry just after eating.

The sound of the quarrel lasted until more than eight o'clock in the evening before it stopped. Hearing no sound, Yang Dongxu stretched his head and looked into the dining room. As a result, the two old men fell on their chairs and snoreed.

Several wine jars were thrown at everyone's feet. These were all the good wines collected by Yang Dongxu in the past few years, and they were wiped out by the two old men in cursing each other.

But this is all a small matter. Stretching his hands and touching the pulse of the two old men is strong and strong. Looking at the pulse alone, it is said that the strong guy has everyone's confidence. Yang Dongxu was relieved.

Let Ms. Cui go to tidy up the room. He will first send Old Man Xuan back to the room and let Aunt Hua take care of it. Then he ran to the dining room and sent Old Man Sun to the guest room, which took care of Cui Ma.

In his spare time, he entered the underground secret room. He just found good wine for the two old people. The wine in the study room was said to be horse urine. They had to open the secret room and move it to the basement.

Yang Dongxu only remembered this. It seems that he hasn't taken care of so many treasures in his basement for a long time. So he looked like a local rich man patrolling his treasure house. This look, that look, almost drooled and cleaned all the way.

The saliva flowed into the middle of the night, and almost dehydrated Yang Dongxu before coming up from the secret room. When he picked up, he picked up a safety buckle on the wooden shelf of the jade near the exit.

In addition to the safe buckle wooden shelf, there are objects such as Jade Buddha, Jade Guanyin and Jade Ruyi. It seems that the ancient meanings are actually modern things. These are the products that he used to refine his jade carving skills when he learned various skills with the old man Xuan.

Although these things can't be compared with any master's work, they can't be compared with other historical jade wares collected on other wooden shelves, but they are very innovative for giving to friends.

And every thing of this thing is enough, let alone the quality of the material. When I bought jade or rough, it was carefully selected, and the quality was not good.

For example, the safety buckle he holds in his hand is of the dragon stone type, also known as the **** dragon type, and its color is green and green. It is said that it was extinct in the 1970s, and now all you can see on the market are Some old objects can be said to have a price but no market.

Sometimes Yang Dongxu will also think about it obscenely~www.ltnovel.com~If Lao Tzu's collections are released, let alone shock the Palace Museum, at least it will shock the Chinese collectors.

It was more than twelve o'clock when I came out from the basement to see the time. When I went out to look at the front yard, the lights in the houses of the two old men had gone out. It is estimated that Ms. Cui and Aunt Hua saw that the two old men were sleeping soundly, and turned off the lights and went back to their room.

"What are you doing, sneaky?" Back from the front yard, she saw Zhuo Qing'er head-on, saw Yang Dongxu Zhuo Qing'er froze for a moment, and then sneered.

This attitude has been like this since the last time the two separated. She saw that Yang Dongxu always raised his nose and raised his eyes as long as he was fine.

"This is my home, do I still need to be sneaky?" Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

"Whoever knows what you do is a shameful thing."

"Speak clearly, what does it mean that I don't see anyone?"

"What's the matter with Chen Hong?" Zhuo Qing'er stared at Yang Dongxu's eyes.

"What's going on, the artist of Heiner Company. Why do you ask this?" Yang Dongxu burst into his mind, wondering what eyeliner Zhuo Qinger had around him?

If Zhou Ya knew nothing strange, how could Zhuo Qing'er know?

"Just an artist?" Zhuo Qing'er pushed a step forward.

"What do you mean, the speech is inexplicable." Yang Dongxuqiang propped up.

"Humph!" Zhuo Qinger flicked his ponytail and left Yang Dongxu back to the room.

Yang Dongxu scratched his head, unable to figure out where she was singing, and how did she know about Chen Hong? What Dongzi said? Impossible, I haven't heard of any communication between the two.

With all kinds of speculations in his mind, Yang Dongxu returned to his room.

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