This energy can only be felt if you are very close.
Roland had always believed that this special, invisible energy could only be generated in some special occasions, such as ancestral halls, temples and Taoist temples.
After all, the first time Roland encountered this kind of energy was when the family ancestor worship ceremony was over.
First impressions are important, and it's quite normal to have such a 'conclusion'.
But more than a year of searching later made him doubt this conclusion.
However, now he saw the energy blob again.
Moreover, there are quite a lot of these things, floating around in the "hall" of the courtyard.
Roland was stunned on the spot.
The old man noticed something strange about him. He followed his gaze and looked back. When he saw the living room of his room, he asked strangely: "What are you looking at? What's so interesting about my ancestor's paintings?"
"No, it's just that the atmosphere here seems a little different from other places. It has a strange feeling." Roland replied with some embarrassment.
Who knew that when the old man heard Roland's words, he immediately became excited: "Can you feel it?"
"It's a bit of a feeling."
"Come on, come on!" The old man was even more excited now. He took Roland's hand and walked into the house: "It seems that you are also a knowledgeable person. I like to communicate with young people like you who have a lot of content."
He pulled Roland into the courtyard and then dragged him to the living room.
Generally speaking, the living room in the countryside is not only used to worship ancestors during festivals, but is also a place to receive guests.
Of course, different places have different customs, and this may not be the case in other places.
There are several wooden benches and three rocking chairs that are obviously old.
He sat down first, then pointed to the rocking chair next to him, and said enthusiastically: "Sit down, alas, you don't know, my father and I built this courtyard brick by brick. It's useless." It took a lot of effort.”
Roland looked around. He tried not to let himself pay attention to the energy balls flying above and around him. Instead, he asked with some surprise: "You built it with your own hands? This yard is made of blue bricks!"
The old man was quite proud: "We burned those ourselves. My father used to be a mason and knows how to bake green bricks."
"Awesome!" Roland was somewhat impressed.
This courtyard is obviously old, and the old blue bricks look like they have accumulated history.
A few decades ago, it was not easy to burn a cellar of green bricks.
Not to mention that it took just two people to build this yard.
"Tell me, what's so great about this yard." The old man leaned forward slightly: "I want to hear it."
Is this a test, or a test
Roland only thought for less than two seconds before he had ideas and words.
He recently discovered that in reality, his thinking speed was much faster.
"I won't talk about the advantages of being warm in winter and cool in summer. Most people can feel it." Roland smiled.
The old man picked up a Pu fan from the side and shook it gently: "What are the advantages that ordinary people can't feel?"
Roland's eyes were slightly closed and half-opened: "Qi, I feel a very weak Qi here."
The old man's eyes widened: "What's wrong with you? It's not scientific at all. Don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense, that's how I feel." Roland stared into the old man's eyes and refused to step back: "Although it doesn't feel big, it does exist."
After the two sides looked at each other for a while, the old man laughed loudly: "Yes, there is indeed energy here."
"Can you feel it too?"
Roland looked at the old man in surprise. He wondered whether the old man could feel those energy balls like himself.
The old man shook his head: "I can't feel it."
Roland frowned: "Then you..."
"But that doesn't stop me from judging."
The old man stood up and walked to the side. A thick wooden bench stood in front of him.
He pumped his right hand hard and hit it hard.
With a thud, the wooden bench was broken in two.
The fresh stubble burrs are exposed, all of which tell others that this wooden bench is genuine and not a prop.
Then the old man showed his right palm to Roland, without even a red mark.
"Since I moved here, there has never been a bottleneck in practicing Qigong." The old man chuckled: "I have never gotten sick, not even a little cold."
Roland thought for a moment and said, "As a martial arts practitioner, it's normal for you to be in good health and not get sick. This is not an argument."
"Then have you ever seen anyone who can practice Kung Fu to this extent like me?"
As the old man spoke, he punched again, breaking the bench that had already been broken in half and then smashed it into two pieces.
Roland raised his eyebrows.
He walked to one side, raised his feet, and stepped heavily on the other half of the broken bench.
It’s broken too!
But the quality of this bench was really good. Even though it was broken, it still made Roland's feet numb from the shock.
"The young man is very skilled." The old man chuckled: "You can feel the anger. It seems that you are not a simple character. Tell me, what do you want to do when you come to my place!"
Roland thought about it for a while and said: "I originally wanted to say that I wanted to come and learn Tietou Kung Fu from you, but now, I will say that I want to rent a house here to live in and rub off on your 'qi'."
Ha ha ha ha! The old man made a bold voice and said loudly: "No problem, I like honest young people best. There are many empty houses in the courtyard, and only my son and I live there. He runs around outside all day long. The place is not very popular. Are you willing to come occasionally?" If you stay here, you can help us become more popular. You can live in the house opposite for three thousand yuan a month."
Roland took a breath: "It's too expensive."
Although Roland now earns and redeems money from the game every month, which is at least fifty times more than this amount, the rental price of houses in the entire county is not high, with three bedrooms and one living room only costing just over half a month. Just around 1500.
And a room here of about 20 square meters actually costs 3,000. This guy is so stupid.
Roland pretended to think about it for a moment, then gritted his teeth and replied: "Just 3,000, I am poor in literature and rich in martial arts, who made me want to practice martial arts."
The old man laughed, quite pleased with himself.
Roland's face was expressionless, and he was smiling secretly, feeling quite pleased with himself.
Both felt they had taken advantage.
The old man feels that he can get a price of 3,000 for a house in this suburb, and he is a business genius.
And Roland... He felt the energy balls floating around him, and he cried out in his heart for blood.
Both of them were quite satisfied.
Then Roland took out his mobile phone and transferred one month's rent to the old man.
Although the old man is old, he is still very good at playing WeChat. Roland saw that the old man’s WeChat profile picture was that of a young and beautiful girl, and her online name was:
'The little lotus shows its sharp corners'.
Tsk! Sao, the older people get, the more coquettish they become.
Putting away his phone, Roland asked, "Old man, what's your surname?"
"My surname is Yu!"
Um
Roland was stunned for a moment: "What is your relationship with the Yu family?"
In this county, most people with the surname 'Yu' come from Shuke's family tree.
Even Lao Yutou of the Red Star Grocery Store is a distant relative of Shu Ke. I heard that in terms of seniority, Shu Ke seems to be higher than Lao Yutou.
"Well, isn't it just a branch?" The old man looked at Roland strangely: "You also know people from our Yu family?"
"Your young patriarch and I are good brothers."
The old man was silent for a while, and then said cautiously: "How about I return the money to you. If Brother Kunpeng knew that I took his brother's money, it would be weird if he didn't laugh."
Roland clicked his tongue, feudal tradition is harmful to people.
An old man who is over 60 years old actually has to call a young man in his 20s 'brother'.
"No, if you don't tell me, if I don't tell you, who knows!" Roland waved his hand: "I am indeed renting a house here, and I feel bad if I don't give you any money."
"That's okay." The old man thought for a while. His family was indeed short of money recently: "My name is Yu Kunming, you can call me Brother Ming."
"I'd better call you Uncle Yu. It's weird to call an old man 'Brother'." Roland waved his hands repeatedly and said, "We all have separate opinions."
"Okay." Yu Kunming thought for a while and said, "But don't feel like you are at a disadvantage. This is actually a treasure land of Feng Shui. Living here will be very good for you."
Roland raised his eyebrows: "How do you say that?"
"When you came here, did you see the mountains behind?"
Roland nodded. There is indeed a hill behind this courtyard. It is not high or big, but it can indeed be regarded as a mountain.
"Although the Yu family worships their ancestors every year at the ancestral temple, the coffins or ashes of their ancestors are buried in the mountain behind. This is the collective property of Yujia Village." Yu Kunming touched his bald head and used He said in a rather proud and even somewhat proud tone: "The Yu family has been able to stand here for nearly a thousand years, has produced several celebrities, and even survived the uprising decades ago. This is all because of this." What a blessing to be in a geomantic treasure land. It is said that the master came to see it and set up formations in the mountains."
Roland understood immediately: "So, you and your son are actually the gravekeepers!"
"Now there is no such thing as a tombkeeper." Yu Kunming shook his head and said, "Although the master's family sends supplies and money every year, society now emphasizes the equality of individuals, and no one is willing to accept others' punishment. Maybe I am The last generation of gravekeepers.”
Everyone has the ambition to climb up.
Roland could see that Yu Kunming did not want his son to become a tombkeeper.
The topic was so light that they both fell silent for a while.
Then Roland went to look at the rented room and found that it was very clean, but it lacked bedding and some furniture.
He planned to bring bedding and some daily necessities when he came over tomorrow.
Roland resisted the desire to attract those energy balls and left the courtyard.
He remembered that the last time he absorbed the energy group, he fainted and was sent to the hospital. He didn't want to do it again.
Of course you have to attract, you have to find the right time.
Don't rush, the energy ball can't escape, take your time.
Roland was very happy riding the shared bicycle. He returned home singing a little song. As soon as he opened the door, the phone rang.
Then Shuke's voice came from inside: "Roland, it's not good, come to the swordsmanship hall quickly, something happened to Qi Shaoqiu."
When Roland heard this, he immediately pushed out the extremely old-fashioned 125CC motorcycle that had been at home for a long time.
I checked and found that the oil was still full, so I stepped on it.
The motorcycle roared, and more than ten minutes later, Roland appeared at the door of the swordsmanship hall.
Inside the low wall, a group of students formed a circle.
There was a faint sound of crying.