Beast Taming·Chapter 195: Family!

Speaking of which, Shi Yan did not trust Mo Chou at the beginning. He always thought that he was a spy sent by some force. It was not until he went to the Far North that he gradually began to trust him.

Now, Mo Chou can be regarded as Shi Yan's right-hand man. He doesn't talk much, but every time Shi Yan asks him for help, he will do his best and complete it meticulously. Even when his puppet was destroyed, he didn't complain at all. Speaking of which, Shi Yan was very grateful in his heart, "No matter who you are, if you have anything in the future, I will do my best to help you complete it!"

After watching Mo Chou leave, Shi Yan and Cang Lan also set off together to Qiandao Baifeng.

It was already night when we arrived at Qiandao. When we were still six or seven miles away from Baifeng, the sky was covered with red clouds, the north wind was dancing, and snowflakes began to fall. The wind and snow were so strong that in a moment, the mountains were covered with silver, the trees were covered with snow, and even the jackdaws crying in the sky seemed to be dyed white. Although there was no longer a scene of thousands of miles of ice and snow here, the ice field had melted into water, but from time to time, heavy snow still fell from the sky.

The scenery of Baifeng remains the same, and it has not lost its iconic white color due to the changes in the surroundings. It turns out that the white on Baifeng is not the color of snow, but the color of stone. In the past, because of the thousands of miles of snow in the far north, I mistakenly thought it was the color of snow. Today, after careful observation, I found that it is actually the inherent color of stone. "It turns out to be white light stone. Wow, it seems that this mountain is not formed naturally, but repaired by humans!" Canglan sighed: "What a great deal!"

"White light stone?" Shi Yan had never heard of this kind of mineral.

Canglan nodded, "White Light Stone is a kind of precious ore. The preciousness of this ore is comparable to that of obsidian. If we count its grade, it is at least grade six!"

"Sixth-grade top-grade stones? This whole mountain is full of them?" Shi Yan was drooling in dismay. In his eyes, these were all spiritual stones.

Canglan rolled his eyes at him and said, "But this kind of ore was only precious in ancient times. Now it can be said to be worthless!"

The good news came and went too quickly, leaving Shi Yan a little overwhelmed.

"White Light Stone is now a famous negative sixth-grade upper-level stone. No one would even look at it if it was thrown on the street." Cang Lan said, "Because after the ancient times, this kind of ore is useless for cultivators' cultivation. Although the output is scarce, it has become a stone that no one wants."

"Ancient times?" Shi Yan was somewhat curious. "Why is this so? Could it be that this stone was of great benefit to the cultivation in ancient times? Why is it of no use at all now? Could it be that the current cultivation system is different from the ancient times? What exactly was the ancient cultivation system like?" Shi Yan spoke in rapid succession, asking several questions in one breath without taking a breath.

Canglan glanced at Shi Yan unhappily, "Do you really think I'm an encyclopedia?"

Shi Yan muttered, "Aren't you nearly a thousand years old? How come you don't even know such a simple question?"

Canglan didn't bother to pay attention to Shi Yan and just flew ahead on his own.

"Tsk, your knowledge is just that!" Shi Yan looked at Canglan with contempt. To be honest, there are very few opportunities like today where he can despise Canglan to his heart's content, so Shi Yan would not miss such a good opportunity.

When they were within three miles, Shi Yan and Cang Lan were stopped. When Shi Yan took off the wide hat on his head, the group recognized Shi Yan.

Suddenly, several old men burst into tears, pouring out all their sorrows of the past few days. "Boss Shi...Boss Shi!"

Shi Yan's heart trembled. Men don't shed tears easily, but they are just sad. How sad can it be to make a grown man cry like this?

"Uncle Yu, Uncle Zheng!" Shi Yan's nose felt sore and his eyes suddenly became moist. "How have you been doing recently? Hey, everything is my fault. If it weren't for me, you...you wouldn't have encountered such a thing! It's all my fault!"

"No, Boss Shi, although we are country folk, we can still tell who is good and who is bad. Boss Shi, you treat us like family members, and we know this very well. So Boss Shi, you don't have to blame yourself. This is not your fault!" The two wiped the tears from their faces, calmed down, and said, "Let's go, we'll talk about everything after we go in! If they knew that you, Boss Shi, are here, they will definitely be very happy!"

"Yeah, okay!"

It was still the same rock wall. As the replica of the Big Dipper appeared, a big door appeared on the rock wall. The whole door was carved from black ice and was two feet thick. It was particularly spectacular. With a "click" sound, the black ice door slowly opened.

It was still that deep spiral staircase, extending into the ground, like a dragon circling into its nest.

The Beidou altar was surrounded by villagers from Mojia Village. When they saw Shi Yan coming, they came forward and surrounded Shi Yan.

Shi Yan took a deep breath, ready to be scolded or even beaten.

Unexpectedly, everyone was so caring and concerned about him, as if he were their own child. However, those warm looks were like ice spikes that pierced into Shi Yan's heart, making him so distressed that he was almost speechless.

Shi Yan's eyes suddenly became wet. Because of me, Mojia Village was in danger of being destroyed, but these simple villagers did not blame me. Instead, they treated me like a family member...

"Are you blind?" Shi Yan shouted, shocking everyone.

"Are you blind? I, Shi Yan, am the root cause of your Mo Village becoming like this, and you are still so nice to me. Do you really think you are blind?" Shi Yan's hot tears flowed down his cheeks, burning his cheeks like magma.

Bang!

I don’t know who slapped Shi Yan in the face, leaving a clear palm mark on his face. Shi Yan closed his eyes silently, preparing to face a more violent storm.

However, the cheek that was slapped, the burning cheek, felt a gentle touch. Although the hand was full of wrinkles, it conveyed deep love.

Shi Yan opened his eyes, and what came into view were those clear eyes. There was no hatred in those eyes, but deep concern and love.

"Fool! You are also a child of our Mo Village!"

"You are the only one who calls us Mojia Village. From ancient times to now, we have only one name in the outside world, which is the Village of Doom."

"It's you who made us return to Mo Village. It's you who allowed our descendants to see the outside world."

"The soldiers who died died to protect their loved ones. This has nothing to do with you."

"Because you are our relative!"

"It's my duty to protect you!"

Shi Yan stared at them blankly and shouted in disbelief, "Are you all idiots?"

Everyone just laughed foolishly and did not respond to Shi Yan's words, as if they were agreeing.

Suddenly, a cane stretched out from nowhere and hit Shi Yan's head fiercely. "The dead are the greatest. You unworthy descendant, your uncles died for you, but you call them fools?" Mo Lao roared angrily, "Get over here!"

Shi Yan was dragged by Mo Lao to the Beidou altar and was hit hard by Mo Lao's stick. Shi Yan's legs went weak and he knelt down.

Old Mo cried bitterly: "You are an unworthy descendant who insults our ancestors with your words. You deserve to die!"

"But considering that I am young and ignorant, I hope our ancestors will forgive me. Today, I will punish this bastard on behalf of our ancestors!" After saying that, Old Mo raised his cane with trembling hands and hit Shi Yan hard on the back.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound echoed in the empty underground space, and each sound was extremely clear and audible.

"The punishment is complete, please forgive me, ancestors!"

From beginning to end, Shi Yan had no idea what was going on. Seeing this, Boss Mo was very angry. "You silly boy, the ancestors have forgiven you, why don't you kowtow and thank them?"

Shi Yan was startled when he heard this, and turned around to look at Mo Lao. Mo Lao's eyes no longer had the cunning look they had before, but were unusually serious.

He turned around again and looked at the villagers of Mojia Village. Those pairs of eyes filled with warmth and expectation made people tremble in their hearts.

Shi Yan's expression changed. He turned around and kowtowed three times. Then he stood up and said loudly, "I am the unworthy descendant Shi Yan. Thank you for your forgiveness, ancestors!"

There were thunderous cheers all around the altar.

Shi Yan wiped away his tears and looked happily at the happy people around him. He suddenly felt like he was home.

From now on, this is my home, my family!