Chapter 28 Master, I seem to be sick (Please read and recommend)
Old man Li died, but he held on for another three days before dying.

Yang Chong found a few acquaintances in the village, and according to Old Man Li's last wishes, he prepared a coffin that was not too thin, only two inches thick, for him and buried him on the hill behind Xiliu Village.

"Thank you Uncle Qin and Uncle Zhang, and of course, Dongliu." Yang Chong, who added the last pile of soil to Old Man Li's grave, turned around and said to Qin Ming and Zhang Dongliu, father and son.

"We are all from the same village, why are you talking about this?" Qin Ming said politely.

"Old man Li is lucky to have Young Master Yang to take care of his funeral affairs," said Zhang Shiwu.

When the group went to Dalong Mountain to hunt that day, Yang Chong had saved him. He always remembered this favor. What's more, even without this favor, just Yang Chong's status as a wealthy man was enough for Zhang Shiwu to be on good terms with Yang Chong. If he could exchange a little favor for friendship with Yang Chong, it would be a good thing for him and his son.

In Xiliu Village, Qi Fu came to the door of Yang's house and walked straight in.

"Father, is there any secret about old man Li? Yang Chong actually wants to arrange his funeral?" Qi Fu, who saw Yang Lin in the backyard and saw that there was no one around, asked directly.

"What secrets could Old Man Li have? He's just a deserter at best." Yang Lin said.

"Then is he worthy of Yang Chong sending him food and drink for so many years, and now he is personally taking care of his funeral affairs?" Qi Fu asked suspiciously.

"You are not as good as that kid in this respect. This is his way of winning people's hearts." Yang Lin said.

"Winning people's hearts?" Qi Fu was stunned.

"We are all human beings, and there comes a time when we all need to ask for help from others. Yang Chong's action can build a good reputation in the village, and even in the area within a hundred miles. Wherever he goes in the future, people there will call him a righteous man. No one dislikes a person like Yang Chong who is associated with 'righteousness'." Yang Lin explained.

If it weren't for the blood relationship, Yang Lin would still be very satisfied with Yang Chong. Yang Chong was smart, had a broad mind, and completely met the requirements of other people's children. Unfortunately, blood is blood, and cannot be replaced by anything else.

"Are those people in the village worth buying over?" Qi Fu sneered. What kind of people are in the village? They are all farmers. At best, they can be small captains in the army. They have no money, no power, and no ability. Are such people worth winning over? That would be a complete waste of energy.

"Don't underestimate the little people. It is the small things done by countless little people that ultimately affect the success or failure of the big things done by the big people." Yang Lin taught.

"Human energy is limited after all. How can we care about those little people? Father, so, is there really no secret about Old Man Li?" Qi Fu still insisted on his opinion. He came here just to verify this matter.

"No, I know the background of the villagers very well. Old man Li only knows some basic Kung Fu. He is just an ordinary person." Yang Lin said.

"So that's how it is. I thought Old Man Li had some secret." Qi Fu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that.

"How is your martial arts training going?" Yang Lin felt helpless when he saw that Qi Fu cared so much about Yang Chong's affairs.

The jealousy of young people is a terrible thing that can make people unwise, but Yang Lin can do nothing about it. After all, in order to conceal his true identity, he gave the best things to Yang Chong, his fake son, but Qi Fu, his biological son, did not enjoy them. How could he not feel resentful? He could not vent his resentment on Yang Lin, his father, so he could only vent it on Yang Chong. "I have cultivated the Tiger Soul Sword Technique to a minor level, and I can already activate the Tiger Soul Sword Qi." When Qi Fu heard his father asking about martial arts, a look of pride appeared on his face.

All of the Nong family's martial arts were passed down from the six tribes of Emperor Yan. Although they lost Qi State and the Nong family, the inheritance is still there. They also have the same martial arts as the Nong family, and Qi Fu practiced the most domineering Tiger Soul Sword Technique among the six tribes.

Qi Fu was very talented, and he had practiced hard since childhood. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he had already mastered the Tiger Soul Sword Technique and even developed sword energy, which made him considered a minor master.

"Okay, my son's talent is indeed the best. He has already cultivated sword energy at this age. In the future, he will be able to cultivate to the seven-star realm, or even the better eight-star or nine-star realm." Yang Lin laughed.

The Nong Clan used the pearl grass as a symbol of identity and as a symbol of hierarchy. A hall master only wore a seven-star pearl grass, and any hall master of the Nong Clan was enough to dominate the world. As for the higher eight-star and nine-star ones, that was even more unimaginable. Without the strength of a clan leader, one would not be qualified to wear them.

Yang Lin said that Qi Fu had a talent that was better than that of a hall master, which was already a rare compliment to Qi Fu. At least Qi Fu's talent was far above his. Although he had made some progress in martial arts, he was still far inferior to those hall masters of the farming families. Fortunately, Qi Fu gave him hope.

"It's a pity that I don't have the Tiger Soul Sword. Otherwise, the human aura and sword aura would interact and connect with the sword intent, and I could practice even faster." Qi Fu said with some regret. He could have been stronger.

"Tiger Soul Sword? One day we will take back everything that the man surnamed Tian stole from us." Yang Lin's expression darkened, unable to hide the hatred in his eyes. Qi State and the six tribes of Emperor Yan originally belonged to them.

"Yes, one day we will take back everything that belongs to us." Qi Fu said. He will take back everything that belongs to them. This village is definitely not his lifelong destination.

Not surprisingly, when Yang Chong returned to the Yang family, he saw Qi Fu again. Yang Chong was already accustomed to such scenes. He just greeted him and went straight back to the backyard.

Being covered in dust and having just returned from the cemetery, it was natural for him to wash up first.

However, this time, Jiang Nv, who prepared hot water for Yang Chong, had a sad face. When Yang Chong showed concern for the little maid, Jiang Nv said in a tearful voice, "Master, I seem to be sick."

"Sick?" Yang Chong looked at Jiang Nu in front of him in astonishment. He saw that Jiang Nu had a rosy complexion, and her skin was fair, tender and shiny. Except for the unrelieved sadness in her eyes, she didn't look like a patient at all.

"Yes, that's not right. I'm not sick, but I met a ghost." Jiang Nu muttered, her face turned pale. She really looked sick at this moment.

"Meet a ghost?" Yang Chong's heart moved. Jiang Nu mentioned meeting a ghost. Wasn't there a ghost in his room right now? Could it be that Jiang Nu discovered something?
"Yes, young master, it seems like something unclean is entangled with me, and..." Jiang Nu said with a look of fear.

"What's going on?" asked Yang Chong, who had already made some judgment in his mind.

"The kettle in our room has less water every day, but I don't remember drinking that much. Also, I slept very soundly at night recently and never woke up once. This is very wrong." Ms. Jiang said with a frown.

"Is there really a ghost?" Yang Chong, who already knew what was going on, decided to tease his little maid.
(End of this chapter)