Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 114 Blood and Family Relationship

Yang Qian had always been curious about what his lower dantian would look like. Since he entered the Xiantian realm, the air mass in his lower dantian had been undergoing slow and subtle changes.

It became more and more regular, and was clearly squeezing the true Qi that flowed into it, forming a very tiny spiral center point bit by bit.

The change was very slow, but Yang Qian would observe carefully during his daily practice, so he kept an eye on it.

Now that the internal cultivation method has been changed to "The True Meaning of the Five Qis to Enlighten the Mind", the most direct change it brings is that the amount of spiritual energy flowing in has begun to increase dramatically, and correspondingly, more and more spiritual energy flows into the lower dantian, which is mixed with the true energy and stirred into the vortex of the dantian before being squeezed and thrown out.

During this process, Yang Qian discovered that the previously slow changes in his dantian had now become drastic.

One can clearly feel that the vortex rotation speed in Dantian has increased dramatically, and the squeezing force is also increasing sharply. A colorful small particle the size of half a sesame seed has appeared at the previously very small center point!
This change immediately reminded Yang Qian of what had happened in his Dantian before. It seemed that everything was connected.

First, the Qi turned into mist, then the mist turned into liquid, and now the colorful little particle is solid, right? Combined with the squeezing action of the Dantian vortex before, Yang Qian felt that the next step for Dantian was to gather a solid core of innate Qi at the center of the vortex?
Could this thing be the inner elixir mentioned in those story books?

If this is true, is Yang Qian a warrior or a cultivator?

Is that old saying coming true?

All the things in the world are different, but they all lead to the same destination.

There was no conversation that night, and Yang Qian did not come out of his practice until dawn. He changed his clothes, had breakfast in the inn, and left.

When I passed by Qiuhualou, I noticed a sign hanging at the door saying "Temporarily Closed" and several passers-by were whispering about something.

Yang Qian leaned over to listen for a while and found that, as he thought, Qiuhualou had kept the matter very secret. They told the public that the building needed to be redecorated, so it would be closed for a while.

As for how to find out the demon cultivator behind Qiuhua Tower, Yang Qian didn't care at all. He was leaving soon, so what if they found him? How could a big demon dare to go to Sandao City to cause trouble for him?

Arriving at the post station outside Qingyang Town, Yang Qian calmed down and found a tea stall on the roadside to sit down. He ordered a bowl of herbal tea and watched the carriages and horses coming and going from the post station.

It was almost noon when we waited.

Finally, a carriage with a flag indicating that the road was open drove over from the other side of the pipeline, accompanied by a porter and a guard.

When Yang Qian saw the car, he immediately stood up from the tea stall and went to greet it.

Although he had thought about this scene a long time ago, he was inexplicably nervous when it came to this. The emotion that shouldn't have been in his body suddenly rushed out from the hidden corner of his body.

Perhaps he inherited this body and also inherited the connection that only exists in the blood of this body.

It was complicated, but not as difficult to accept as Yang Qian had thought. It even felt very natural.

The driver and guards also saw Yang Qian standing on the roadside from a distance and waved their hands to signal him. Then the curtain of the carriage was opened, and a young man jumped out, while an old woman with silver hair poked her head out of the carriage.

"elder brother!"

After getting off the car, the young man looked up and saw Yang Qian, then ran towards Yang Qian with a big smile on his face, his look unable to hide his excitement and ecstasy.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qian's original memories belonging to this body were all awakened from deep within.

His younger brother, Yang Xun, also often ran towards him with a smile on his face when they were little.

At this moment, the "past" that Yang Qian could have forgotten could no longer be ignored by him, and he seemed to have completely integrated into this world.

"Haha, you are so old, why are you still so impetuous?" Yang Qian also hurried over. Yang Xun, who ran over, hugged him by the shoulders.

"Hey, brother, I'm as tall as you!"

Looking at his brother who looked 70% like him, Yang Qian felt warm in his heart. The influence of blood relationship and original memory made him pat his brother's head naturally and said with a smile: "Not bad, you haven't lost height in these years. Okay, mom is in the car, pick him up and go home together."

"Ok!"

Although his younger brother was about the same height as Yang Qian, he was more robust, and this physique was not something that could be maintained by hard-earned food. This was different from what was said in the letter: "barely getting by."

But Yang Qian did not rush to ask these questions. Instead, he continued to walk forward quickly to take the carriage in front.

"Mother! I am an unfilial son and have made you suffer in Yicheng!" Yang Qian didn't know why his eyes suddenly filled with tears when he saw the old woman. An inexplicable surge of self-blame surged in his heart.

He knelt down on his knees and kowtowed to the old woman who got off the car.

"My son! Get up quickly! You're feeling uncomfortable on the ground. Let me take a good look at you!" The old lady's eyes were also filled with tears, but she was still strong and walked very neatly. She even jogged a few steps when she got off the car.

She pulled Yang Qian up from his kneeling position, held his face, and gave him a warm hug. She hadn't seen her eldest son for four years, and she missed him even in her dreams!

When he met Yang Xun before, Yang Qian was no longer able to suppress the blood ties in his body, and this was even more so when he saw the old woman.

After a long and intimate conversation, Yang Qian finally helped the old woman into the carriage. Then he took out a handful of silver and distributed it to the coachman, guard and porter who had taken good care of her along the way, and also expressed his gratitude.

This scene made Yang Xun's eyes light up and he smiled even more happily.

After that, the carriage continued along the official road, and its destination was Sandacheng. Yang Qian rode a horse and followed beside them, chatting with an old woman who opened the window and looked at him. His younger brother Yang Xun sat beside the carriage, listening in with curiosity and excitement.

When Yang Xun heard that Yang Qian was already a head constable in Sandao City, he clapped his hands and cheered happily. The old woman was even more pleased.

That night.

Because they were traveling with the carriage, their speed was much slower than Yang Qian's alone. They only traveled about thirty miles in almost a day.

Found a suitable small place to settle down.

After settling his mother down, Yang Qian and his younger brother Yang Xun went out of the village.

"You didn't tell the truth in your letter. What exactly did you do in Yicheng?"

"I didn't do anything, I just did some odd jobs for others, and sometimes I would ouch! Bro, stop, it hurts!"

Yang Xun was not obedient. Before he could finish his words, Yang Qian grabbed his ear and twisted it almost a circle. He cried out in pain.

"With your body, can't you grow taller by eating meat every day? Tell me clearly, what do you do in Yicheng?"

Yang Xun cried out in pain and begged for mercy, "Brother, please let me go first. Can't I just tell you the truth?"

Yang Qian smiled and let go of his hand, then folded his arms and looked at his brother.

"Brother, your eyes are too sharp. You can see so many things just because you have gained a few pounds of flesh? Tsk, to be honest, I am actually living a pretty good life with my mother in Yicheng. I joined a gang and helped to chop people and collect debts. If I'm lucky, I can save some money.

I won't starve to death.

But brother, you know, my mother likes to nag. She always thinks that I will die on the street one day, and she always cries and doesn't let me do this.

Now that you wrote to me saying you wanted to bring us here, I asked me to completely cut off all ties with those people I had before.

That’s it.”

(End of this chapter)