Bali Village is actually not a small village. It has 150 or 60 households with a population of more than 600 people. There is a road along the riverside to Bali Village. You can drive directly. Qingyan is responsible for driving and arrives at the destination in more than ten hours. It was evening. From the road at the entrance of the village, you can see the smoke rising from the entire village built against the mountain, which is completely a very harmonious and peaceful mountain village.

The car entered the village, and several dogs barked a few times on the side of the road, and a few small heads emerged from behind the stone wall. They looked at the car on the road eagerly, and then the sharp-eyed kid started to scream.

"The grandfather is back, the grandfather is back!"

Fang Shi turned his head and looked at Jiang Guosheng, who was smiling happily with his teeth open. This old man is over 90 years old this year and is indeed a grandfather. However, the old man has been refining Qi since he was a child and is in good health. It is estimated that there is no big problem for him to live for hundreds of years.

Qingyan skillfully parked the car on a dam, then got out of the car and walked around to the other side, helping Jiang Guosheng open the door, and Fang Shi pushed open the door on the other side and got out of the car.

The sun had already gone down, and a faint mist quietly rose in the mountains. The air was filled with the fragrance of firewood and food, and the smell of cow dung and pig shit. This smell made Fangshi feel familiar. He heard the sound of parents scolding their children in his ears. In a trance, it seemed as if time had gone back to Shixi Village more than ten years ago.

Hearing the children's calls, some villagers appeared on the roads and stone steps in the village. They quickly gathered towards the dam. Fang Shi found that most of them were men, and there were few women. I don't know if it was because the traditional forces in the village were stubborn or because women were busy preparing meals and had no time to gossip.

A group of old and young men gathered around and greeted Jiang Guosheng in local dialect. While looking at Fang Shi and Qingyan with scrutiny or suspicious eyes.

To be honest, although Fang Shi is also from Shu, Fang Shi doesn’t understand their local dialects very well. However, Fang Shi can also see from their expressions that these people are not very satisfied with Mr. Jiang’s gains this time.

The mountains and rivers were long and far away, and one of them was the one who went back in shame last time. Is there no one in the famous Qingcheng Mountain? Or are they just passing the village perfunctorily because there is no money in the village, so they can't invite the masters? The old man also said that he has a connection with Qingcheng Mountain. Now people don't talk about this anymore, so they would have to raise more money.

Jiang Guosheng was annoyed by these people's talkative words, and shouted with a calm face: "I'm the decision of this matter. You should do whatever you should do, get out!"

Old Mrs. Jiang's power was extraordinary. Everyone who was still talking was silent just now.

Jiang Guosheng looked at Fang Shi awkwardly and said, "Look, they are all unsavvy villagers, don't care."

Fang Shi grinned: "Old Jiang, I can't even understand what they say. I don't know how to care about it!"

Jiang Guosheng was stunned. Then he laughed: "Let's go to my house. The world is the best to eat. Have a meal first and then say something else."

"Okay, then I'll follow the host."

Qingyan took out two bags from the car with a smile, followed Fang Shi and Jiang Guosheng, and walked along the stone steps towards the house built on the hillside. The villagers standing on both sides looked at Fang Shi and Jiang Guosheng with thoughts and left with laughter. They looked at each other and started to talk again. However, after talking for a while, they felt bored. They saw that it was getting dark, so they went back to their own houses.

Jiang Guosheng's home is not big, with one large room and two small room, one kitchen and one thatched cottage, a small yard, an old yellow dog, and a young girl busy in the kitchen.

Fang Shi discovered that there were many young people in this village, unlike other villages that cannot be seen, and the whole village is filled with elderly people and children.

"This is my great-granddaughter. She is studying in Rongcheng. The holiday is not over yet. Usually her mother comes to cook for me. Now she is at home, so she takes care of me for her mother. She is a sensible child."

Fang Shi nodded, Jiang Guosheng waved: "Xiaoxian, come here and I will introduce you to a guest."

"Taigong, I'm busy. I'll talk about it when the dishes are ready. I'm sorry for the guests."

"Haha, Xiaoxian is me, not an outsider, this is my junior uncle."

"Oh, senior, you're here again."

The girl looked at Fang Shi with a smile and continued to wave the spatula in her hand. Fang Shi turned her head and looked at Qing Yan with a little excited expression. She seemed to understand something. No wonder this kid was so happy when he heard the leader asked him to come with him. He thought he was for him. It turned out to be a misunderstanding!

Fang Shi didn't say anything. Jiang Guosheng smiled and took the two into the main hall. Fang Shi raised his chin at Qingyan. Qingyan put down his luggage, smiled and turned to the kitchen to help. Jiang Guosheng also showed a gratified smile on his face. It seemed that this old man was not blind and could see clearly.

Jiang Guosheng knew that Fang Shi would not smoke, so he lit a cigarette for himself. He held it all the way along the way, and now he could finally take a sip. The old man took a deep breath of cigarette comfortably and slowly spit it out.

Fang Shi smiled slightly. The old man was actually a little nervous in front of him, otherwise he would not have dared to smoke along the way.

"Old Jiang, I see that there are quite a lot of young people in the village. Unlike other villages, do the people in the village do not support young people going out to work?"

Jiang Guosheng smiled a little complacently: "Isn't going out to work to make money? Only the elderly at home can feel at ease? Don't look at our village not being so good, but we also have our own livelihoods. Although it's not enough to be rich and powerful, it's still okay to have enough food and clothing. Many of these young people in the village come back from outside. Only when they know the difficulties outside can they stay in the village and give care to the elderly and see the end of their lives."

"Oh, what livelihood does the village have?"

"Bamboo weaving and bamboo carving crafts are a task that our village has been learning and inheriting for decades. Now the prices of these things are rising, which has made a way for the village to survive. However, this thing is a craft and cannot be made big, so it is not easy to get rich."

Fang Shi smiled and didn't ask them why they didn't use machines to build a big industry. If they use machines, they were not called handicrafts but industrial products. In fact, everything that needs to be inherited requires a kind of persistence and indifference. Unfortunately, this quality is now a rare quality.

Perhaps this quality is now missing in the blood of Chinese people, which makes the entire Chinese seem very impetuous and utilitarian, even the Xuanmen.

As she spoke, a young girl walked in from outside the door with a plate. Before the food was reached, the fragrance of the dish had arrived first. Fang Shi looked up and saw that this was a very delicate girl. In fact, the girls in Shu all looked good, especially the skin was very good. In addition, she was a scholar and had a scholarly temperament, which looked quite pleasing to the eye. No wonder she attracted Qingyan's attention.

"Taigong, you don't pour tea for the guests, just smoke yourself."

"Oh, I'm rude..."

"Old Jiang, don't be busy anymore. I'm not going to eat anymore, so I don't need tea."

"That's right. I'll have two drinks with you later. It's so boring to drink tea."

Fang Shi smiled and said, "This old man is not afraid of smoking and drinking, and his health is actually very good. I have to say that the cultivation effect is extremely powerful. However, Fang Shi was a little strange. It can be seen that the people in this village had learned martial arts while walking around, but strangely, no one of them practiced Qi. Didn't the old man teach it?

Fang Shi watched the girl turn around and asks her questions. Jiang Guosheng said with a righteous expression: "The Qingcheng martial arts are spread inside but not outside, and no one can pass them on to the true teachings unless they are disciples of the inner sect. How dare I break the rules? But these styles are not a problem. They can not only strengthen the body but also protect themselves. There is no harm in learning from the mountain people."

"Old Jiang, the saying that the inside is not the outside refers to the secret technique inside the sect. The basic methods of practicing qi are not listed here. Besides, Qingcheng Mountain must also constantly absorb fresh blood. You are also an elder in Qingcheng Mountain. If you have children in your village to practice qi, will you be able to provide talents for Qingcheng Mountain with a good foundation? You are wrong about this!"

The old man was stunned, and after a while, he slapped his thigh and said regretfully: "Oh! It's really wrong, it's wrong!"

Jiang Xiaoxian, who was carrying the pot in from the door again, was startled when she saw her grandfather's expression of regret: "Taiwan, what's wrong with you? What did you do wrong?"

"I missed the three generations of children in the village! I regret it so much, I regret it so much! No wonder my master said that I was stubborn and would never have achieved much success in my life. Sure enough, that's true!"

Seeing that Mr. Jiang was a little excited, Fang Shi laughed, and the laughter was filled with the calm curse: "Mr. Jiang, it's not too late now. What's the use of regretting the past? You are a powerful general on the battlefield for the rest of your life. Don't you understand this!"

Mr. Jiang was stunned again, and then laughed: "Well, well said, the head of the sect said you are the hope of Qingcheng. I think so, you are very good, very good!"

Fang Shi smiled: "The hope of Qingcheng cannot be with me alone, otherwise it will crush me."

"Haha...well said, I have to make a big fuss about this, Xiaoxian, bring the wine."

Jiang Xiaoxian smiled gratefully at Fang Shi, put down the pot in her hand and turned out. After a while, she and Qingyan came in. Qingyan were holding two plates and a basket was hanging on her hand. Jiang Xiaoxian was carrying a small cube in one hand and a clay pot in the other hand, with smoke rising from it.

Mr. Jiang sniffed: "Crocken Pot Chicken Soup, today is good, I'll have a drink with you guys."

Qingyan also put down what was in his hand and said, "Elder Fang, Xiaoxian's dishes are cooked very well. You have a good time this time."

"Yes, then you have a good time!"

Qing Yan was stunned, then looked at Jiang Xiaoxian excitedly. Jiang Xiaoxian's cheeks were a little red. He quickly turned around and picked up the bowl in the bamboo basket to serve soup for everyone.

Mr. Jiang laughed loudly and looked very comforted. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!