Chapter 46
The living room was filled with the aroma of tea, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
Yang Lanting reluctantly put down his teacup.
He drank several more cups, and his stomach was almost full of tea.
He acted like someone who hadn't drunk tea in over twenty years; it was quite embarrassing for him to behave like this on his first visit.
However, this tea is much more fragrant than the tea that my dad keeps in his collection.
Yang Lanting was young, and after a moment of awkwardness, he returned to normal. Or perhaps this incident broke the initial awkwardness and made him more relaxed.
"Master, you've chosen a wonderful location. The food is excellent, and the environment is wonderful too."
"I saw that the flowers in the yard were blooming very profusely, and the fragrance of the flowers as soon as I came in made me feel so good!"
"It smells so good~ If my mom comes, she'll praise me for being good at dressing up."
As she spoke, Yang Lanting took a deep breath, the rich fragrance of roses filling her lungs and making her chest feel light.
"The air here is so fresh, nowhere else can compare. This is the first time I've ever found such a comfortable place."
As expected of a recent graduate, he's quite the talker.
After all, she was speaking the truth, her eyes were sincere, and she was full of amazement. Lingxi couldn't help but marvel at her incredible luck.
Linxi Cave is surrounded by mountains, and its environment has been well-preserved. In recent years, spiritual energy has gathered in this valley, making it incomparable to other places.
It might even become a blessed land in the future.
Long Xingye, Yun Qingzi, Jin Moli, and the others grew up here. Everything in the village is ingrained in their bones, and they are proud of it.
When a city dweller keeps praising their hometown, even the angrier will soften their expression.
The group subconsciously became more familiar with Yang Lanting's attitude, and a sense of closeness appeared in their eyes.
Yun Qingzi put down the teapot. "We used to live in a remote mountain village. It was a real struggle to travel far. Now the government has helped build a road, which has made things much more convenient."
Jin Moli looked up, tilted her head, and listened carefully to the adults' conversation. When they mentioned the village, which she knew well, she said sweetly, "The air is good, and the food in the village is delicious. Brother Lanting can come to my house for a meal."
With each passing day of practice, her increasingly fair and radiant face was filled with earnestness and sincerity.
Haha~
“Jasmine is right, everyone who comes is a guest.”
Long Xingye finished his tea in one gulp, squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and kept urging, "Don't be in such a hurry to go back. Try the dishes at Linxi Cave and eat your fill before you leave."
As he spoke, Long Xingye whispered in Yang Lanting's ear, "Especially Master Yun, his cooking skills are top-notch."
"Really?" Yang Lanting had been thinking of leaving the city to go out and relax, but his good friends were either abroad or busy with their studies, making him feel a bit lonely and with nowhere to go.
Long Xingye's words piqued his interest. This was, after all, the place where the master lived. The internet was smooth, and the food seemed good. Thinking about it, he had been to those vacation spots many times, and they were no longer novel. In addition, most of them were the same. How could they be as interesting as this place?
He can also maintain good relationships with the master and Master Yun, and his mother will probably send him even more money.
Who knows, the secret stash might get even bigger.
The Yang family raised their sons frugally.
Since becoming an adult, I have only received a pitiful amount of pocket money each month, which is barely enough to get by.
A life of extravagance is impossible for the Yang family.
He immediately chimed in, "I'd really like to stay here for a while."
As he spoke, his eyes looked expectantly at everyone present.
Lingxi found it somewhat amusing: "As long as you can stay, you can stay as long as you like."
There are plenty of houses in the village, so Long Xingye immediately said, "Stay at my house. I have plenty of rooms, it won't be a problem."
Yang Lanting immediately raised his hand in a bow: "Thank you, Brother Long."
Long Xingye returned the greeting in a perfunctory manner, and then casually poured himself a cup of tea, the teapot almost empty in no time.
"Brother Yang, I'd like to offer you a toast with tea as if it were wine."
"Brother Long, I also salute you."
The teapot was emptied instantly.
"..."
The remaining three watched the two lively characters bickering and couldn't stop laughing.
The group had just stopped laughing.
The person in question remembered the important matter, and Yang Lanting, in a moment of joy, spoke directly:
"Master, the car outside was prepared for you by my mother. It has already been registered in your name, so you can drive it with peace of mind."
Lingxi was dumbfounded: "A car? To take me???"
Are all rich people this generous?
Why do they keep sending such huge gifts all the time?
Lingxi suppressed her surprise and said, "Lanting, have you misunderstood your mother? Perhaps..."
Oops!
I had intended to subtly persuade the master to accept it, but now...
Yang Lanting's mind cleared up, and his eyes became clear again. But once the words were spoken, they couldn't be taken back. He still had to give the driver's license, but now it would probably take a lot of effort.
"This is for you."
"I've brought the car for you. I'll drive it into the yard for you in a bit."
Yun Qingzi didn't know the price of the car, but even the cheapest four-wheeled vehicle would cost tens of thousands.
Yun Qingzi stepped in to decline on Lingxi's behalf: "Young friend Yang, you and your mother already gave us a generous gift last time. We appreciate your kindness, and a car is far too valuable..."
"No, Master Yun... the Yang family never takes back anything they send out." Yang Lanting interrupted Yun Qingzi's polite refusal with a smile.
He looked at Lingxi at the head of the table, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Master, you saved my life, you are like my second mother, I will be filial to you..."
The more they talk, the more outrageous it gets.
My mother is only 26 years old; it's terrifying to even think about.
The second young master of the Yang family is really unconventional; he can even say such things to someone as young as her.
Lingxi interrupted him, smiling calmly: "In that case, Qingzi, go inside and get something."
Then he used his divine sense to transmit his voice to Yun Qingzi.
The ability to transmit sound was a new skill she had learned from Su Yuan in the past few days, and she hadn't told anyone about it.
When Yun Qingzi got up, she was surprised to hear Ling Xi's voice in her mind, but she quickly calmed down.
He walked straight into a room, took out a small bottle containing a clear liquid, sealed it with his spiritual power, and put the contents of the gift box next to him inside.
This gift box is a bit too big; it looks empty inside and not very nice.
Yun Qingzi took out the can of tea again, hesitated for a moment, and then packed half of it.
He carried the gift box into the living room.
Yun Qingzi handed it to Yang Lanting: "Young friend Yang, this is a small gift we prepared. Please take it back later."
Yang Lanting waved his hands repeatedly: "How could I accept your things? That wouldn't be appropriate."
Lingxi's voice was calm and elegant: "If I give it to you, you'll have to accept it. Otherwise, you'll have to go back the way you came."
But what he said made Yang Lanting even more assertive.
That won't do!
He's 21 or 22 years old, and even when he gives a gift, it gets returned. If he's already the most useless person in the family, isn't he even more useless now?
He wouldn't allow it to happen.
With the master's words implying something, Yang Lanting naturally had no choice but to agree.
Lingxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief; this ordeal was finally over.
The art of gift-giving and receiving in China has always been profound and extensive.
She had no one to teach her before, and she had to learn through trial and error in society. She knew a little about giving gifts, but she was a complete novice at receiving them. It seems she still needs to study and improve.
Why!
Living is so hard!
Lingxi sighed inwardly.
Yang Lanting accepted it.
The atmosphere in the hall eased up again.
Long Xingye, who hadn't put down his cup yet, was drinking heartily by himself.
As the matter at hand came to an end, looking at the curly-haired youth, a brilliant idea suddenly flashed into his mind.
...
Village store
A group of elderly people sat under a large locust tree in front of the store, enjoying the cool shade and chatting.
Nothing particularly noteworthy happened in the village after the Dragon Boat Festival.
However, the unexpected arrival in the afternoon made the village's front page headline.
"Have you heard? The Immortal Master rescued a young man in the city last time, and today the man came to deliver gifts."
"Wow, that person is really capable. I thought it was just a rumor..."
An old man fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan, and began to have some faith in the village's sorcerer's abilities.
Lin Fengjuan didn't like hearing this. "Look at what you're saying. How could you be incompetent?"
Do you think I'm blind or stupid?!
"I only asked because I didn't know. You, Lin Fengjuan, are like a powder keg, just like when you were young."
Lin Fengjuan is now gentle and kind, but in her youth she was lively and had a sharp tongue; few could out-argue her.
"Fine, fine, do you think I'm someone who talks big? You don't listen to me, and now you're asking me again."
The villagers had little contact with Lingxi; they only knew about her through hearsay.
As they talk, how much of it is true and how much is false—who can tell for sure?
The old man placed the fan beside his leg, his expression serious: "It seems I'll have to go to the Taoist temple to burn incense every day from now on."
"Yes, we'll go too, we'll go together."
"OK."
An older woman leaned over and whispered, "Feng Juan, now I know why that old Taoist priest Yun wanted to become that young girl's disciple."
Lin Fengjuan curled her lips: "You didn't believe me before. If you didn't believe me, I didn't believe the old Taoist priest either. How could someone who is so accurate at fortune telling be fooled?"
"Believe me, didn't your granddaughter also become an apprentice and even become Master Yun's senior sister?"
"Yes, I heard your granddaughter is better, isn't she?"
"It's all better now, completely better. My Jasmine was just holding something in her heart, but she's come to terms with it now." Lin Fengjuan couldn't stop smiling when she talked about her granddaughter.
"Sister Lin has finally reaped the rewards of her hard work. Oh, isn't that the young man who came with Long the kid?"
"I remember he had curly hair, that was him, he was quite handsome."
"He really is a handsome young man. City people's fair skin looks good on them."
"Yes, it makes Long Xiaozi look even darker and thinner, like a bamboo pole."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Dark-skinned and skinny!
Bamboo pole!
As Long Xingye approached, he heard the old man's loud voice and his face darkened.
These elderly people are hard of hearing and think they are speaking softly, but in reality, they can hear everything clearly for miles around.
Long Xingye, the village gossip reporter, has become the object of comparison today, and at the very bottom.
I had previously praised him as a handsome man in the village.
It's changed so fast now.
This world is far too realistic!
Yang Lanting followed behind Long Xingye, listening with a sense of novelty to the old people's idle chatter, and couldn't help but lower his head and cover his mouth to laugh.
This Linxi Cave is really interesting.
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