Little by little, he raised his head and saw that the female cultivator was still working hard to harvest more than ten feet away. She straightened up from time to time and put one hand on her hips to wipe the sweat from her forehead. The moonlight reflected on her face, and Liu Xiaolou's heart moved: She's so beautiful, twice as beautiful as Sister Qing at Toutiao Lane in Wuchao Town!
This was not a good time to look at beauties under the moonlight. Liu Xiaolou put aside his distracting thoughts and paid attention to her every move. Seeing that she didn't notice him at all, he threw out the blurred fragrant tendons and started harvesting.
At this moment, there are no other thieves coming to disturb him. Although he is careful, he is better than being steady. Since he is steady, of course he will not be slow.
After harvesting continuously for half an hour, the four or five minutes of land in front of me were all bald. The ears of rice were also packed and transported to the forest several times. The distance between them and the female cultivator was getting closer and closer, reaching six or seven feet. Far.
Don’t be greedy in anything!
Liu Xiaolou sounded the alarm for himself. After tying the last bundle of rice ears, he carefully turned around and crawled back.
When enough is enough, you have to change places.
After climbing a few steps, I suddenly heard a voice behind me: "Have you cut enough?"
Liu Xiaolou's scalp went numb, knowing that he had been exposed. Well, maybe he had been exposed a long time ago. After all, he was not a big white goose. He was not good at this, and mistakes were inevitable.
At this moment, he felt relieved and simply stood up openly. Looking back, the female cultivator hugged the sword with her hands and looked at him with a sneer.
Liu Xiaolou was not afraid of being caught. He handed over his hands and said: "I passed by by chance and was worried that the girl would not be able to finish the harvest and missed the right time, so I did it conveniently. Well, I have almost harvested..."
The female cultivator suddenly laughed: "So, you saw an injustice on the road and helped me out of justice?"
Liu Xiaolou said sternly: "It's just a small favor. No thanks, girl. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave."
With that said, he took off and jumped towards the dense forest.
The woods are so close that even the guy named Han from the Dongyang Sect can't catch up with him. I don't believe you can catch up!
As I was running, I suddenly felt a strong wind blowing behind my head. It was really strong. I was shocked. My neck subconsciously moved three inches to the side. A flying sword flew past my ears and knocked down a tree in front of me. Cut off the thick cedar tree!
The sword light circled in the dense forest and flew back to the female cultivator. The female cultivator said coldly: "Run! Keep running!"
Flying sword!
Liu Xiaolou was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, I really feel like crying without tears.
A Dzogchen master at at least the tenth level of Qi refining came to work as a helper to harvest the spiritual fields?
When harvesting the spiritual field, he was clumsy, neither releasing the sword light nor using the flying sword?
Are you sick? What's wrong with you?
A few steps forward, there was the forest, but Liu Xiaolou did not dare to take another half step forward. Instead, he slowly turned around and looked at the female cultivator pitifully, extremely frustrated.
"Who gave you the courage to come to this girl to steal rice?" The female cultivator raised her neck and asked disdainfully.
Liu Xiaolou replied honestly: "My family is poor and I really can't let the blame go."
"Poor? Is being poor the reason why you steal rice? No matter how poor you are, you can't lose your ambition!" The female cultivator taught her a lesson unceremoniously.
"Senior said..."
"Ha, senior?"
"Ah, the girl is right. If you are confused the next moment, you will definitely change your past mistakes in the future..."
"Let me ask you, isn't the salary given by the master enough?"
"Enough, enough..."
"Why are you still thinking so hard?"
"It is inevitable that people will be confused occasionally, and one mistake will lead to eternal regret..."
"Let's go to the village and talk to the master!"
"This matter...I am willing to compensate!"
"Compensate? Aren't you too poor to reveal the blame? What compensation can you afford?"
"No matter how much spiritual rice I have taken, I am willing to pay back double..."
After hearing Liu Xiaolou's compensation conditions, the female cultivator couldn't help but smile: "What do I want from you, this spiritual rice? Can you finish it?"
If you don't like Lingmi, why are you here as a helper? Liu Xiaolou cursed in his heart, his mind was racing, and he realized that he really had nothing to compensate for. When the female cultivator urged, "Come with me," he couldn't help but said anxiously: "Girl, let this go." Once upon a time, as the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. From now on, as long as you are ordered, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
This sentence still had no effect. The female cultivator was obviously not interested in Liu Xiaolou's "going through fire and water": "Are you going by yourself, or should I tie you up and drag you away? By the way, take off the scarf and expose your face. Come on, sneaky guy..."
Liu Xiaolou reluctantly took off his black scarf, straightened his somewhat messy bun, and tried his best to wink at the female cultivator - the only last resort left was to seduce her. After all, he and Wei Hongqing are both known as Wulongshan Shuangxiu. I dare not say that he is chic and suave, but he still has a handsome face.
As soon as the black scarf is taken off, the hazy moonlight shines, adding to the handsomeness.
This move seemed to be of some use. Seeing his appearance, the female cultivator's expression suddenly froze, and she stared blankly, speechless for a long time.
Liu Xiaolou could only continue to blink his eyes and keep pleading: "I know I was wrong..."
"Turn around, turn left..."
"Huh? Okay..."
The female cultivator suddenly asked: "What is your name? Where do you practice? Tell the truth."
"I'm... Wulongshan Loose Cultivator, Liu Xiaolou." Liu Xiaolou didn't dare to hide it, his face was revealed, and he could find out as soon as he went to Zhuangtou. For the current plan, the only way is to use the last resort Admitting your mistakes with a candid attitude may save the situation.
"Are you Wulongshan?"
"Yes, it's on Qianzhu Ridge. Whatever you give me, girl, I will obey!"
After another moment of silence, the female cultivator waved her hand: "Let's go."
"ah?"
"Let's go..."
Is this... the beauty trick successful? Liu Xiaolou was a little confused for a moment, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He walked back into the dense forest step by step.
When he looked back, he saw her looking up at the sky. She didn't know what she was thinking about, and she couldn't care less about it, so she quickened her pace and left.
When leaving, the rice ears that had been stored in the forest were also taken away. They didn't say to send it back, nor did they say not to take it. Of course they had to take it away.
Liu Xiaolou's steps became faster and faster, his true energy circulated, and he used all his strength to escape from here at a faster speed. I found a secluded place, hurriedly sorted tonight's harvest into rice, put it into bags, and hurried to the farm to deliver errands.
These two days were the last days of harvesting. The Tianzhuang grain depot was not closed, and grain was being collected even in the middle of the night. Liu Xiaolou handed over the rice, which totaled fifty-six kilograms, which was still fifty kilograms short of the amount that should be handed in.
He had no intention of staying any longer, so he accepted the fine of one hundred and fifty taels of silver and settled the matter. He didn't have that much silver on him, but he had gold and jade pendants from Jinping Villa. All the more than ten taels of gold and a jade pendant were used as fines, and this work as a helper was considered a contract.
He hurriedly picked up the four bags of spiritual grain buried in the field and left Eyang Mountain overnight. At dawn, we were already fifty or sixty miles away from Eyang Mountain, and we were relieved when we saw the Wuchao River.
