When passing by Chen Chongshan's stone house, he saw Chen Chongshan weaving bamboo baskets under the sun at the door, so he stepped forward and greeted him. Chen Chongshan smiled and said, "Come to find An Zhiyuan?"

Zhang Yang nodded: "Uncle Chen, is he here?"

Chen Chongshan nodded and said, "It has been a while. I just wanted to say hello to him, but I didn't disturb him when I saw him absent-minded."

Zhang Yang was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that the old man's footwork was really fast. Chen Chongshan pointed to the stone mill opposite and signaled Zhang Yang to sit down. Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "I'm still a little worried. I want to go to the bamboo forest to have a look!"

Chen Chongshan put down his work and stood up and said, "Okay, I'll accompany you. The roads in the bamboo forest are complicated and you may not be able to find a place."

Zhang Yang followed him into the bamboo forest and came to the near An Dahuzi's grave. He heard a low sob. Zhang Yang and Chen Chongshan were stunned for a moment. The two looked forward through the gaps in the bamboo forest, but they saw Old An kneeling in front of the tomb, stroking the grave with both hands, crying sadly.

Seeing that Mr. An was so sad, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Thinking about the only wish of an old man in his seventies from Hong Kong to the mainland, his only wish was to bury his parents who had passed away for many years, but even this could not be realized. How could he not be sad?

Chen Chongshan and Zhang Yang looked at each other, and both felt that there was something inappropriate now, and there was a suspicion of being peeping at people's privacy for a little money. They were about to leave quietly, but they heard Old An whisper: "Come out!"

Zhang Yang secretly praised in his heart that Old An’s ears were really powerful. Their movement was not very good, and he could also find out that. Recalling An Yuchen’s neat fighting skills, it can be inferred that Old An must be a master.

Chen Chongshan and Zhang Yang appeared a little embarrassedly. Old An wiped away his tears on his back and then turned around, with a hint of surprise on his face. In fact, the footsteps he heard were from Chen Chongshan. He originally thought he was alone, but he didn't expect that Zhang Yang was behind him. This kid's martial arts are indeed not weak. He could hide so well within such a close distance. No wonder his granddaughter was defeated by his hands.

Zhang Yang apologized: "Old Old, I'm worried that you will have something to do when you go up the mountain alone, so I followed you!"

Old An smiled and said, "Thank you for your sincerity!" He smiled and greeted Chen Chongshan again.

Zhang Yang's eyes fell in front of An Dahushou's tomb and whispered: "In fact, it is a good choice to let the old man's parents bury the mountains and fields. Why bother to make his soul restless?"

Old An sighed and said, "I know, if my father had a spirit in heaven, then he would definitely want to be buried with Er Niang..." He sighed in his words, and he always regarded this as the biggest regret in his life.

Zhang Yang suddenly heard a rapid breathing sound, which came from the depths of the bamboo forest behind the right. If it weren't for his super-heavy ear power, ordinary people would definitely not be able to notice it. Zhang Yang turned around suddenly. The man hidden in the bamboo forest realized that Xingzang was discovered by Zhang Yang and hurriedly fled to the distance.

Zhang Yang strode and chased him out. Old An and Chen Chongshan only saw Zhang Yang's figure and disappeared into the bamboo forest in a flash. This guy's body movement was really fast.

After leaving the vision of Old An and Chen Chongshan, Zhang Yang used his Jue light skills to run wildly in the forest. Soon he saw the gray figure. The other party obviously did not expect Zhang Yang to chase him. He dodged back and forth in the bamboo forest, using his familiarity with the terrain to try to shake Zhang Yang away. However, Zhang Yang jumped up and flew above the green bamboo and looked down below. The scenery within a radius of 200 meters could be seen clearly. The man in gray who fled in panic was somewhat familiar with the figure. When he thought about it carefully, it was Li Xinyi, the old Taoist of Zixia Temple. Zhang Yang rose and fell in the air on the green bamboo, and soon he had gone around in front of Li Xinyi.

Li Xinyi could not hear the footsteps behind him, looked back, stretched out his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and whispered: "Little bastard, I almost chased my soul out..." Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of wind behind him, and hurriedly turned his head. Zhang Yang had already slid down from the top of Qingzhu and appeared opposite him with a smile.

Li Xinyi said angrily: "What are you chasing me?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "What are you running for Dao Li? Is there a ghost in my heart when I am in broad daylight?" From the various actions of this old Taoist priest, Zhang Yang has already seen that he must have a purpose.

Li Xinyi glared at him and said, "There is only a ghost in your heart." He walked around Zhang Yang and continued to walk forward. Zhang Yang followed with a smile: "Master Taoist, I find that you seem to be very interested in An Da Beard's grave!"

Li Xinyi gave him a blank look and ignored him. After taking two steps, he finally couldn't help but stop and said, "Boy, what exactly does An Zhiyuan want to do?"

Since the first time he saw Li Xinyi pretending to be a ghost in front of An Dahu's tomb, Zhang Yang felt that he was a little mysterious. It was not that Li Xinyi didn't know him and Chen Chongshan. The reason why he sneaked and hid and eavesdropped on them was probably to avoid An Zhiyuan. Now that he asked this again, Zhang Yang felt that the old Taoist and An Zhiyuan might have known each other for a long time, otherwise why would a monk be so concerned about these things?

Zhang Yang sighed intentionally and said, "He wants to help An Dabei move his grave!"

"Relocate the grave?" Li Xinyi was shocked and expressed in words.

When Zhang Yang spoke, he was paying attention to the changes in Li Xinyi's expression. Now he was more convinced that there was some unknown relationship between Li Xinyi and An Dabeizi and An Zhiyuan.

Li Xinyi said: "Where will he move?" He no longer cared about hiding his concern for this matter.

Zhang Yang did not have to hide it from him, and told him that An Zhiyuan wanted to move An Dawei's body to Shangqinghe Village and buried with Sun Erniang together. After hearing this, Li Xinyi rubbed his hands a little uneasy and said, "Nothing is really nothing..."

Zhang Yang saw that there must be an article in it and whispered: "Dao Master Li knows something?"

Li Xinyi hesitated for a moment and said to Zhang Yang: "Come with me!"

Zhang Yang followed him forward with full of doubts. The two walked for about ten minutes and came to the small hill ahead. Walking into the pine forest, you could see a tomb made of stones deep in the pine forest. Li Xinyi pointed to the tomb and said, "This is Sun Erniang's tomb!"

Zhang Yang looked at him half-believingly.

Li Xinyi naturally saw Zhang Yang’s distrust of himself. He bit his lip and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t lie to you!”

Zhang Yang said: "There is no mark in this tomb, why should I believe you?"

Li Xinyi was so anxious that his head was filled with sweat: "Why am I a monk lying to you?"

Zhang Yang's eyes turned and he smiled sly: "Unless you are An Zhiyuan's younger brother, the child born by An Dahuzi and Sun Erniang!"

Li Xinyi's face was flushed. Well, after a long time, he nodded. In fact, from his current performance and all previous signs, Zhang Yang could already determine his identity. Seeing that Li Xinyi admitted this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Many things in the world were indeed such a coincidence. Unexpectedly, Old Old's younger brother has been in Qingtai Mountain all the time, and Li Xinyi has been guarding his parents' grave.

Li Xinyi said: "Actually, those people were killed by me and my mother back then. Because I was afraid that the incident would be discovered, I pulled a grenade and threw it into the house. Taking advantage of the chaos, my mother and I escaped to Qingyun Peak. Not long after, my mother died of illness and buried her here. My father's bone burial place was also told by my mother. Later, I went out to explore for more than ten years. Maybe it was because I had a fate with Taoism. After exploring for a while, I found that there was nothing in this world that made me nostalgic about, so I returned here and became a monk in Zixiaguan!"

Zhang Yang said: "Master Li, since Mr. An is your brother, why don't you recognize him?"

Li Xinyi shook his head and said, "Where is there any brother in a monk? It is rare for him to come back and have this filial piety. Please tell him this matter to him and tell him not to do meaningless things. When my mother was dying, I thought of burying them together, but my mother did not agree, saying that she could just bury her on this hill. From here, I could see my father's grave. They could not be together, otherwise they would quarrel every day and be separated for a distance, which would be better..." Li Xinyi's words were filled with sadness.

A sentence suddenly echoed in Zhang Yang's ears - Do you know there is a saying that distance produces beauty? I think this sentence is very suitable for you and me. Once you understand everything about me, maybe you will not treat me like you are now, so you don't need to understand me, and I don't need your understanding. Hailan! A name that Zhang Yang wants to forget but cannot be forgotten. Zhang Yang's eyes turned to the distance, as if he could vaguely see Hailan's soft outline in the blue sky, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart.

Li Xinyi took out a letter that had been yellow from his waist: "There is a letter left to him by my mother on it. She told me that if he comes back one day, I will hand over this letter to him with my own hands!"

Zhang Yang solemnly accepted the letter, and Li Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I feel much more comfortable after I say it. Zhang Yang, I hope you can keep this secret for me. I am a monk and don't want to be bothered by these mundane things anymore."

Zhang Yang knew that Li Xinyi had no plans to recognize An Zhiyuan for the time being, so he could only nod.

Li Xinyi smiled and said, "Actually, when he came to Chunyang in 1988, I had already quietly visited him. I wanted to tell him about this, but unfortunately I didn't have the right opportunity. Please give me this matter to you!"

"Don't worry, Taoist priest!"

Li Xinyi looked at Zhang Yang's face deeply and said, "I read that right, you are not a mortal!" Zhang Yang was so gloomy that he was so excited that Li Xinyi waved his sleeves and had already gone away. Zhang Yang said, "Master, what is there to do for you?"

Li Xinyi raised his hand and waved, "If you have any intention, let the government pay a donation to repair Zixia Temple!"

This is not a difficult task for Mr. Zhang, but it should not be easy for the government to pay money, but there is no problem in asking Mr. An to pay some money. Anyway, they are a family, so the account is still on Mr. An.

An Zhiyuan opened the long-standing letter and his hands trembled. After reading the contents of the letter, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He carefully put away the letter, wiped away his tears, and said to Zhang Yang: "Director Xiao Zhang, can you take me to the grave of Er Niang?"

Zhang Yang nodded and took An Zhiyuan to the hill. An Zhiyuan respectfully knelt down in front of the tomb and kowtowed three times.

Chen Chongshan and Zhang Yang looked from afar, and a gratifying smile appeared on Zhang Yang's face. No matter what the result of this matter was, they still helped Old An fulfill his wish. From this, it seems that Zhang Daguan Ren was also worth immeasurable.

When An Zhiyuan returned to them again, his mood had returned to normal. He said to Zhang Yang: "Director Xiao Zhang, thank you for this incident. I want to ask where this letter came from?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I promised me, please don't make things difficult for me!"

An Zhiyuan nodded. Since Zhang Yang didn't want to say it, there was no need for him to ask. Besides, he had already had his wish. As for where this letter came from, why bother asking. Chen Chongshan seemed to have guessed something, and his eyes were on Zixia Temple in the distance.

An Zhiyuan decided to stay on the mountain that night to watch the night to fulfill his filial piety. Zhang Yang was afraid that he would suffer from the cold, so he persuaded him to go down the mountain with great sincerity. Unexpectedly, the old man was stubborn by nature and said he would stay whatever he wanted. Zhang Yang saw that he could not touch him, so he had to give up.

Chen Chongshan said: "You go back, I'm here, nothing will happen!"

Zhang Yang then went down the mountain.

Although the whole thing was full of twists and turns, the final result was still perfect after all. Old An should be quite satisfied, but Zhang Yang did not feel much joy. Old An had clearly pointed out to him that he would separate business from homesickness. As a rational businessman, no investment from Old An, he would not blindly invest. Zhang Yang, the deputy director of the Investment Promotion Office, had no political achievements. His original intention to take big steps forward in his career through this matter has basically failed. Another thing that upsets Zhang Yang. He heard what Mr. Li said on the mountain, which reminded him of Hailan. The beauty of the distance still exists. The beauty between them still exists, but the distance becomes a bit out of reach.

Lying on the small bed in the dormitory, Zhang Yang thought of Hailan, sometimes thinking of Zuo Xiaoqing, and sometimes thinking of Chu Yanran, could he be the lonely star of Tiansha? The distance between him and the woman was just approaching, and he would soon leave him.

Zhang Yang was sleepy while thinking about random thoughts. Just when he was in a daze, the door of the room was suddenly knocked quickly.

Zhang Yang sat up in a panic and looked at it, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening. Who would come to visit him in the middle of the night? Zhang Yang pulled open the door with his slippers, but saw An Yuchen standing outside the door in black, covering his face with a big signature mask, but this time he didn't wear sunglasses. I wonder if it was Zhang Yang's illusion, but he always felt that her beautiful eyes were faint blue light and a strange aura. Zhang Daren suddenly remembered her nickname, Xiao Yao, and she had a demonic aura!

"Where is my grandfather?" An Yuchen's tone was as stiff as ever.

Zhang Yang had no good impression of this girl. She was violent in nature and lacked the tenderness of a woman. What made Zhang Yang most disgusted was that her eyes were always filled with a sense of arrogance and indifference. This condescending smell really made Zhang Daren unhappy. He smiled faintly: "I don't have the obligation to find someone to go to the police station!" He closed the door with a loud noise, but before he could take two steps, he heard a loud bang behind him. An Yuchen actually kicked the door open. The girl's legs were extraordinary and kicked the entire door into pieces. The tattered door panel slowly fell to the ground. The moonlight like frost covered her slender body, full of murderous aura.

Zhang Yang looked at her coldly. This girl was too arrogant: "Are you wrong?"

An Yuchen raised his foot and kicked him. Zhang Yang blocked her attack with his hands and said angrily: "Don't force me, it's just that I'm angry, I don't care what kind of Hong Kong compatriot you are!"

An Yuchen sneered, "Then try it!" Since the last time he suffered a loss in Shangqinghe Village, the little girl has been full of anger and has been deliberately fighting with Zhang Yang for a formal competition. Her body soared into the air, swept her left leg towards Zhang Yang's face, and Zhang Yang's body lowered and rushed out from below, and came to the courtyard outside.

An Yuchen chased after him relentlessly, his slender and straight legs raised up and smashed them toward Zhang Yang's head from top to bottom.

Zhang Yang frowned. His legs were good, but his tendons were even better. Judging from the beautiful kicks of this leg, Zhang Yang held her ankles with both hands. Judging from the strength from An Yuchen's legs, this girl had no intention of keeping her hands.

An Yuchen's body turned over, and his left foot hooked towards Zhang Yang's jaw. Zhang Yang slapped her feet away with a palm, and took two steps back, warning her: "You're almost done, my patience is limited!"

An Yuchen turned a blind eye to Zhang Yang's words and swept another kick to Xiang Zhang Yang's right leg. Zhang Yang did not dodge this time, and let her sweep up. An Yuchen kicked Zhang Yang's right leg and felt as if he hit an iron plate. He gasped in pain and took a step back. However, Zhang Yang had already rushed up in an instant. An Yuchen hurriedly fist to hit him in the face. Zhang Yang grabbed her fist and twisted her body hard, kicked An Yuchen on his plump butt, kicked An Yuchen forward for two steps, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Before An Yuchen could get up, Zhang Yang's right foot had already landed less than an inch from her chest. Zhang Yang said whispered: "Even with your three-legged cat skills, you dare to show your eyes. I disdain to pay attention to you. If you are fucking endlessly, I will beat you into an idiot!"

An Yuchen's chest was constantly rising and falling due to excitement, and his clear eyes were filled with shame and anger. Now she understood that her skills were too far from others, and she was not a match at all. Zhang Yang slowly pulled her feet back and walked towards her room. Suddenly, she heard An Yuchen's breathing became more intense. He turned around, but saw An Yuchen covering her chest and breathing in pain. Zhang Yang originally suspected that she was using a fraud.

But from the sound of breathing, she could tell that she was not disguised and returned to An Yuchen's side. Seeing her brows frowning tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with pain and fear. Zhang Yang immediately determined that she had an asthma attack. An Yuchen's hands trembled and touched the pocket of her shirt. There was an asthma spray inside, but what scared her was that the spray was missing. It was probably because she was lost when she attacked Zhang Yang just now.

Zhang Yang picked up An Yuchen's body, returned to the room and placed her flat on the bed, pulled her hat open, and pulled off the mask on her face. An Yuchen's pale face was exposed to the light. Her lips had turned blue-purple, and she was a little exaggerated, and her throat made a hissing sound. Although Zhang Yang did not deny that she was very beautiful, this expression did not match the word beauty. Zhang Yang tapped her acupoints and explored her pulse. He felt that her pulse was weak and weak, and whispered: "The lungs are insufficient, and the breath is short!" He looked at her tongue under the light and found that An Yuchen's tongue was pale red, and whispered: "I offended!" He stretched out his fingers and fell one by one on An Yuchen's lungs, Gaohuangshu, Qishu, Zusanli, Taiyuan, and Taixi acupoints.

An Yuchen was shocked and scared. This guy carried him to the bed and squeezed and rubbed him. Could it be that he was so bold that he dared to punish him?

Zhang Yang finally helped An Yuchen up and put his right palm on her back heart. A warm and gentle air flow penetrated into An Yuchen's body, blew through the meridians around An Yuchen's body like a spring breeze. Only then did An Yuchen realize that Zhang Yang was treating her, and the panic in his heart gradually dissipated.

Zhang Yang activated his true qi to move in An Yuchen's body for a week, but his brows couldn't help but frown. An Yuchen's pulse was very strange. It can be said that Zhang Yang had never seen many meridians in the past history of practicing medicine. Although Zhang Yang was curious, he did not have the idea of ​​using his skills to open her. Besides, opening the meridians is not something that can be done in a short period of time. Seeing An Yuchen's breathing gradually stabilized, he slowly retracted his internal strength.

An Yuchen's underwear was soaked with sweat, her long black hair covered half of her delicate face as white jade, and her lips had returned to normal blood. It was rare to add a kind of softness to a girl's home. She walked out of bed without saying a word, saw her asthma spray in a corner of the room, picked it up and put it in her pocket, and walked out of the door silently, Zhang Yang shouted: "Your grandpa stayed in Qingyun Peak tonight, stayed in Uncle Chen's place, you don't have to worry!"

An Yuchen paused for a moment, and then continued to walk forward.

Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly and pressed the broken door panel back on it. It seemed that someone would be looking for repairs tomorrow.

Mr. An returned to Heishanzi Township at noon the next day. He did not find Zhang Yang in the Family Planning Office. After asking, he found out that Director Xiao Zhang was repairing the door in the dormitory.

When he came to Zhang Yang's dormitory, Zhang Yang had already helped the township carpenter Lao Xu install a new wooden door. Seeing An Lao, Zhang Yang smiled and greeted him. An Lao looked at the dilapidated door on the ground and said in surprise: "What's going on? There is anyone in Heishanzi Township who dares to smash Director Zhang's door?"

Zhang Yang laughed and said, "The one who smashed the door was a little Hong Kong girl!"

Old An immediately realized which culprit was the one who caused everything in front of him, and smiled bitterly: "Can it be a little demon?"

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "You really guessed that your An family is really tough!"

After this series of things, Old An and Zhang Yang have become friends. Zhang Yang's words did not make him angry, but instead made him laugh: "The little demon has a more temper like my father." He patted Zhang Yang's shoulder and said, "Do you have time to send me to Chunyang?"

Of course, Zhang Yang would not refuse his request. He explained to Old Xu and drove towards Anyang with Old An.
To be continued...