The smoke from the villages in the mountains is curling up, this kind of people and mountains and forests, the setting sun and the mountains, the autumn wind and the fallen leaves, the sky in the distant mountains is dim and tinged with bright red.
There are villagers carrying hoes and smoking dry cigarettes on the edge of the fields.
There are also children who stayed behind in mountain villages and returned from herding cattle. They lay on the green cattle and walked very slowly.
The Shushan Female Sword Immortal took a look and found that among the twenty-eight practitioners who snatched the immortal's remains, she was the most Buddhist.
When I have time or not, I just come to someone’s house, get a small bench, sit and watch TV, have a meal or something.
If her elders hadn't asked her to come, she wouldn't have bothered to go to Shangadali, so she could have come by herself if she wanted to. As a result, it seemed that the famous celebrities in the world had made an agreement and all asked the juniors to come.
"Crack-"
She was chopping wood, so she couldn't just do nothing and eat and drink for free.
The young couple squatting next to her were watching her chop wood.
The setting sun was filled with red mist, and the atmosphere of the mountain village was dense. She held a long sword and cut it into two pieces. If she hadn't considered that it would make the two fellow villagers feel strange, she would have cut it into eight pieces with the same thickness.
But she completely didn’t realize that a man wearing a high school uniform came to a mountain village, carrying an ancient long sword with him, and cutting a wooden stake in half that an adult man would have to cut several times with one sword. This was already very unusual in modern times. Strange thing.
The female sword fairy glanced at the two people next to her without any trace. Seeing that they didn't find it strange, she nodded secretly, feeling that she was not exposed, and continued to chop wood.
The stove with firewood on it holds the memorial tablet of the Kitchen Lord, and the firewood under the stove makes a crackling sound.
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. On every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, incense is burned. My aunt is in charge of this at home.
The little zombie answered the phone, put his hands to his ears, listened, and nodded.
"Hello? Oh, I got it. Don't worry, aunt."
"Yes, it's okay."
After hanging up the phone, she said unreasonably to Feng: "Auntie and the others will be busy with work later today. Let's eat by ourselves first and worship God."
The south treats the land, kitchen god, door god, and five directions more traditionally than the Central Plains, or is superstitious. They may not necessarily believe in Buddhism or Taoism, but they definitely believe in ghosts, gods, and ancestors, and have their own set of worship traditions.
The master and the apprentice felt a little resentful every time they looked at the stove. It was not a deep hatred, but they did form a bridge.
If my uncle and aunt knew that the Kitchen God whom they worshiped every time on the first and fifteenth day of the New Year actually had a grudge against their great nephew, they would not know what their expressions would be like.
Burning firewood to cook, the two people in the room were stunned and had dinner. The cold-faced sword fairy looked satisfied after eating.
Feng Wuli felt that this girl was a single-threaded creature with a straightforward personality, without any flaws.
When people deal with problems, they react based on many considerations, but she seems to be dealing with it from her lowest level of logic, which makes her seem unique.
Such people live the most comfortable life without worrying about anything. They are transparent.
"How much does this meal cost, eldest sister?" she said in a Sichuan accent.
"No, you chopped firewood for us all afternoon."
"Okay, sister."
The female sword fairy was watching TV with her bowl in her hands, and would take a bite of rice from time to time. During the day, when other people went to look for the fairy, she would eat it up.
After dinner, Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou cleaned up the dishes and offered incense to the gods for their aunt.
Worship all the way to the stove.
The two masters and apprentices gathered in front of the stove, looking a little uncomfortable.
"Eat, eat, go on."
The little zombie impatiently inserted three sticks of incense.
The paper of the statue seemed to be alive, its eyes were a little lively, and it blinked, and then the person on the paper actually stretched.
At this moment, a group of people in the Partridge Room were stunned, and a feeling of gaze from the clouds just enveloped the entire village.
Shengqing, who was watching TV and drinking Coke in the living room, blinked and ignored it with a slight smile.
The female swordsman who was watching a TV series in the living room looked around blankly.
The god Tu Yulei on the door also came to life. He poked his head around to look inside the house. When he saw the god in the living room, he said goodbye to the adults. Shengqing waved his hand and asked them to go back.
No one in the kitchen knew about this series of chain reactions.
The fairy on the paper yawned, just now he felt something here. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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Something called me. I thought it was some incense temple, but I didn't expect it to be a small stove.
He was stunned. A small incense burner could make him feel something. Is that a hemp thing? Which immortal calls me?
Then I saw a man and a woman in front of the stove.
"..."
There is a dull pain in the eye socket.
He raised his middle finger and went back silently.
The fairy on the paper was frozen in a very unqualified action. It would be great if my uncle and aunt came back to see it.
The little zombie lit another stick of incense on the spot.
The paper fairy found himself back again.
The practitioners in the small village suddenly felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
The fairy on the paper saw that it was here again, and was stunned. Come again? These two people, why don't they leave it to themselves? He needs to take a good look at it.
Wang Xilou said with an annoyed look on his face: "Don't do this, this stove belongs to our uncle, take your middle finger back!"
"..."
The old god on the paper looked speechless and put his hands together again, but his face didn't look good, and then he became calm again.
Feng Wuli scratched his head, "Did you feel that something was wrong with his expression? He was kind and kind just now, but now he has a straight face."
"It seems to be true."
The little zombie offered him another stick of incense.
"..."
The fairy on the paper blinked.
Are these two people sick?
"Don't be so arrogant. Aren't you a god? Do you understand service with a smile? You don't have a nice face towards us. This is the home of your believers. What do you mean by being so arrogant?"
"..."
The god on the paper pulled his face, tried his best to put on a kind-looking face, and left instantly.
Feng Wuli still felt that something was not right and scratched his chin: "You're too forced to laugh like that."
"Master thinks so too."
"Tell him to come back and smile again."
"Go get the incense. This old boy won't leave until he smiles and satisfies us both."
Master and disciple took turns taking turns. All the practitioners in the small mountain village were shocked tonight and didn't know what was going on.
Shengqing was watching a popular TV show and didn't understand what the two were playing in the kitchen. He went over to join in the fun, the pictures were fresh and he burned incense, and he left with great joy.
Feng Wuli finally discovered it. He always felt that there was something wrong with this ghost. He liked to take a hand in everything. On the surface, he was calm and gentle, but in fact, he had the attributes of a bastard.
The two had a great time. In front of the portrait of Zao Lord, Wang Xilou raised his elbow against the wind and asked, "What's going on with this old guy?"
"Let's do this for now. I'll go to the town tomorrow to buy a statue of Kitchen Lord and put it back on it."
"It can only be this way."
The master and apprentice turned around and left. At this time, only the background of the portrait of Kitchen God in front of the stove was left. The god in the portrait had disappeared, but if you look carefully, you will find a back figure squatting in the corner.
This old god can't afford to play anymore. Wasn't he very good back then? Why doesn't he fly over to deal with them now?
It was dark at night.
The master and apprentice went outside and found that all the martial arts masters who had hid in the partridge room came out with bewildered expressions on their faces.
The master glanced at it: "What is this for?"
The apprentice also took a look and said, "I don't know. Why don't you get up at night?"
"Did you finish your homework?"
"..."
The group of martial arts masters outside did not know what kind of stimulation they received. The wind was usually the strongest at night, so they braved the wind and ran into the forest, as if immortals had legs and suddenly ran out.
Shengqing beside him had already poured himself tea with ease, and sat on the solid wood Taishi chair next to him to watch TV.
Wang Xilou took the nail clippers to cut his nails. After cutting, he didn't seem to be satisfied. He first grabbed Feng Wuli's left hand and cut it, snap, snap. After cutting, he smoothed it for him. Feng Wuli complained that she was slow.
"Don't rush me."
"I can just cut it myself."
The hand that tried to grab the nail clippers was slapped away. The little zombie raised his head and frowned at him, then buried his head and continued to cut his nails.
Feng Wuli was speechless.
The uncle's and aunt's tricycle came back. When he opened the door, Feng Wuli and Wang were in the living room. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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Xilou is watching TV.
"Why is it so late? Uncle and aunt, are you hungry? Do you want me to give you something to eat?"
My aunt immediately smiled and said, "There's no need for you to get food for us two."
"It's not like you both must be tired when you come back."
"I've eaten, I've eaten."
My aunt and daughter like her very much.
Feng Wuli silently went back to his room to do his homework and get ready for bed.
This little zombie must have gained proficiency by treating his aunt as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Shengqing silently made way for him and returned the imperial chair to his uncle, while carefully avoiding the two of them.
Sighing, he disappeared and appeared on the roof, looking at the night sky.
He remembered the conversation he had with Wang Xilou ten years ago.
"Without stars and moon, where would we be?"
The wind that has been blowing for several days has swept away all the haze from the polluted sky, even in the mountains and forests. The Milky Way tonight is as bright as the burning mountains and forests.
This starry sky is so deep.
During these ten years he received modern scientific education.
He understood that the beautiful night scene in front of him was actually a planet far away from here. Many of them were the other side that he could not reach even after spending endless years.
Thinking about it this way, I can't help but feel a little lonely.
It seems to be within reach, but knowing the distance is daunting.
In that distant dark void, are there civilizations like the earth, are there monsters, and are they looking up at the stars like him at this moment.
These unknowns fascinate Shengqing.
There are stars and sea in his eyes.
The time slowly reached early morning, and the village was quiet.
More and more practitioners gathered underneath, and they discovered that the man standing on the roof was the uncle who often visited the homes of kind villagers.
Their faces had different expressions, and they had mixed feelings in their hearts for a while, and they couldn't figure it out no matter what they thought about.
"is it beautiful?"
He suddenly asked a question, but no one answered.
"You all came here for me. I was in poor condition the past few days and couldn't entertain you. So tonight I invite you all to enjoy the stars in the sky."
"I'm going to test you guys. Can you point out the twenty-eight constellations?"
When Feng Wuli met him for the first time, he was wearing a wife's uniform. He likes unknown things and likes to communicate his knowledge with others.
Shengqing was very interested, but unfortunately no one answered, which made him a little disappointed.
"That's the Jiaomu Jiao, and the four here are Kang Jinlong..."
At some point in the crowd, someone stepped out and pointed out the stars one by one.
When everyone took a look, wasn't this the fool from the mountain village?
Shengqing was not surprised at all.
Everyone below saw the fool pointing out his heart one by one, his eyes filled with stars, and there was no trace of stupidity at all.
Until the end when the earthworm landed on the water, there was a sound. The fool paused and said with a smile: "Sir, am I right?"
Shengqing shook his head with a smile and replied softly: "When did you miss it?"
"Sir, are you willing to accept me as your disciple?"
Shengqing said okay. @ESSENTIAL\/SHUKEG·No mistake first release~~
Under the locust tree, teach him how to practice, teach him how to be spiritual, and teach him principles.
Those practitioners who came from all over the world sat under the locust tree and listened to the teachings of an immortal.
In just one night, Shengqing knew everything about immortal magic, nature, and all mysteries. He just talked about it, but the same content bloomed in different ways on the people underneath.
All are of great benefit and each has something to gain.
The fool in the village sat at the front and listened most carefully.
Although everyone has their own gains, what everyone wants to learn most is of course the immortal's natal soul and horoscope and moon divination.
But how can someone exist who can learn it just by listening to it once?
But what they didn't expect was that someone actually learned it.
Still the same fool.
What kind of terrible genius is this?
With such an understanding, wouldn't it be possible to secretly learn a lot from other people's souls just by looking at them?
Shengqing was not surprised at all.
The fool made a fortune for himself. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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, calculated his lifespan, and found that there were still eight hours left, he smiled shyly.
"Sir, am I right?"
Shengqing shook his head helplessly: "When did you miss it?"
The twenty-eight practitioners below couldn't help but remain silent.
The next day, the fool in the village who had been crazy for more than thirty years suddenly became clear and normal. First update@
He returned home and plowed all the land at home to make it easier for his mother to plant in the spring next year. Then he went into the mountains to cut firewood for a whole house. In the evening, he laid all the tiles at home with new ones and went to the village to clear firewood. House by house, they expressed their gratitude to the people in the village for their care over the years.
The mother knew that he was leaving and stayed with her son. The son, who had not communicated with her in thirty years, talked to her for a whole day.
In the evening, after the three of them had eaten, the son said he was a little sleepy and wanted to go back and sleep for a while.
The father smoked in the living room, and the mother stayed close to her son's bedside.
The son was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and suddenly said to the mother beside him: "It's going to rain. Mom, go and collect your clothes."
When the mother collected her clothes, entered the house, and came to her son's bedside, her son had his eyes closed and was no longer breathing.
Shengqing was sitting on the roof of his house. Suddenly a drizzle began to fall from the sky. He raised his hand to catch it. It was so cold that it meant the autumn rain was coming.
Under the house, the old Orion smoked cigarettes dully, one cigarette after another.
The woman in the room was crying.
"Sir, are you a monster?"
"Sir, please teach me how to read. Mom said that only by studying can I be successful."
"Sir, do you think I am reciting it correctly? Ha, I can recite it once. Am I very smart?"
"Sir, please teach me how to practice!"
"Why can't I learn? It's impossible. Sir, I'm so smart. How can I not learn? I can't be wrong!"
If I had taught him how to practice, wouldn't he have failed in Yang Shen due to self-study? Would the result have been different?
For the first time, Shengqing had something he didn't want to know. .
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