Fu Yunge learned about his ability to treat patients, but she didn't know that he could also do martial arts. He leaned closer to the farmer, wanting to hear what he said in more detail.
"Actually, our place is not a village at all. There are about ten families in the nearby mountains, just like a caretaker."
The farmer shrugged: "But once before, thanks to the intervention of the woodcutter, our place escaped disaster."
"That time, a group of bandits suddenly came here. They robbed people's things and women when they arrived. The old woodcutter has been living at the top of the mountain. When he didn't come, the dozen or so families below us almost died. "
"In the end, fortunately, the woodcutter got the news and came down from the mountain and fought off the bandits. So far, our place is still peaceful."
After talking about this experience, the farmer grinned at Fu Yunge and added, "But I haven't experienced it. I heard about it from my father."
"Oh." Fu Yunge nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you for saying this."
"Hey, thank you, you are not real." The farmer smiled and winked, pointing at Fu Yunge's crotch and said, "My father said that if a man is not real, he will wither quickly."
Fu Yunge couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that there was really no necessary connection between them. But now that we know this, we can roughly understand the situation of this "old woodcutter".
After chatting with this man for a while, the old man slowly came back from outside.
The two of them stood up together and went forward to meet him. The farmer briefly explained to him the purpose of his visit, and he wanted to borrow the hoe from the woodcutter's home. The woodcutter motioned to him to go to the back of the house to get it. After sending the farmer away, Fu Yunge helped unload the rattan basket from behind the woodcutter and pile the firewood inside to the wall.
The woodcutter was not surprised that he was able to get off the kang today. He watched him help him pile up firewood, and slowly reminded him from behind that he had not recovered yet and that he still had to rest first.
"Then kid, have you told me about me?" Mr. Qiao still said in a calm tone.
Fu Yunge was slightly panicked. After all, he was the one who inquired deliberately, which was somewhat rude. Now that the old man has seen through it, I wonder what his attitude will be.
However, the old woodcutter just nodded casually: "That's fine, I'll save you the trouble."
Fu Yunge felt that this old woodcutter did have some otherworldly meaning. He probably also holds the Xuanhui. I don't know what happened that made him smooth out his edges and be willing to remain anonymous in such a lonely mountain wilderness?
A day in the mountains passes quickly. Farmers are busy and often have to work from early morning to evening.
Fu Yunge helped the woodcutter from time to time at his house, and followed the woodcutter's wishes to rest for half the afternoon. The days passed by in an ordinary way.
When Fu Yunge got up the next day, he felt a long-lost feeling flowing through the muscles of his body. He tried to feel his physical condition, and it seemed that he had recovered. Only the lost vitality had not yet recovered.
Even so, he was overjoyed and quickly got up to go find the old man to tell him the news, only to find that the old man had gone out early again just like yesterday.
Fu Yunge walked around the house and didn't find the old man, so he stopped looking.
However, this was the first time he had carefully observed the old woodcutter's residence. Although he had been living here for the past two days, he had never carefully observed the hut that saved his life like he did today.
It is actually a small adobe house covered with several layers of thatch. There are traces of stones under the wall, and the surroundings of the house are made of dry yellow mud.
The entire thatched house is not very elegant and is no different from an ordinary farmhouse. But Fu Yunge liked this feeling very much. The clear and fragrant earthy atmosphere perfectly matched the mountains, forests and flowing clouds in the sky.
Facing it when entering the room is an ancient painting that has been burnt yellow by smoke. There are tassels hanging from the two corners below, which is elegant and interesting.
Fu Yunge looked up and admired the painting. Suddenly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed something.
There seems to be something hidden behind the tassel on one corner. It should have been completely covered by the scroll, but due to the deterioration of the painting paper, the four sides were turned outwards, leaving a faint green color exposed.
Fu Yunge carefully opened the scroll with his fingertips and looked inside.
When he saw clearly what was hidden inside, he was a little surprised at first, but then felt that it was expected, and finally he slowly put the scroll back.
The thing inside is exactly a mysterious emblem.
Obviously the woodcutter didn't pay much attention to it and never carried it with him, causing the green jade plaque to be covered with stains.
"Old woodcutter, are you in your old age..." Fu Yunge thought to himself about the seal carving on the mysterious emblem he just saw.
In the afternoon, the air in the mountains is warm and fresh. Although the sky is still covered with clouds, the faint light shines through the clouds, and it finally looks like a little sunshine.
The old woodcutter did not go out to work anymore, but took advantage of the comfortable weather to move a small table out and placed it next to the flower garden, where he could leisurely drink tea and admire the flowers.
Fu Yunge's body had recovered, and the woodcutter asked him to come out with him. It was rare for Fu Yunge to see that the woodcutter was interested, so he immediately agreed.
In the quiet courtyard, the two of them sat opposite each other, drinking tea in silence.
After drinking a few cups of tea, the old woodcutter suddenly took out a book from his arms and handed it to Fu Yunge.
Fu Yunge took it and was about to thank him when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the contents of the book, which seemed quite familiar. Before he had time to wonder, the old woodcutter said slowly:
"This is your book. I found it when I was changing your clothes on the first day, and I'm giving it back to you now. I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to bear it the past two days, so I thought it would be better to put it away for you first."
When I received it in my hand, I saw that it was indeed my own copy of "The Thirteen Books of Yunji". Fu Yunge was surprised. Firstly, he failed to notice that this important secret book had disappeared two days ago. Secondly, if he had read this book before he recovered from his illness two days ago, he might really know it. If you practice cultivation reluctantly, it will cause endless harm and no benefit.
The old woodcutter picked up the teacup, took another sip, and said, "Since you are here, it is your destiny. Rest in peace and don't let your mind wander."
Fu Yunge seemed to have something in his words. Could this "don't let your mind wander" mean that you are eager to leave and take revenge?
However, he couldn't tell for sure now. If he didn't have enough strength, his life would be in vain. But according to this speed of practice, how many years and months will it take to have such power?
He has been thinking about it over and over for the past two days. Instead of making a choice, he has become more and more confused.
My eyes flickered for a moment, as if I was going back to that cruel rainy night.
The blood, tears and struggle turned into ashes in the dark night, and the dangerous woman showed a ferocious and charming smile. Behind him was the abyss, and the cold water swallowed everything.
Suddenly, reality returned to reality. The tender stamens are still trembling slightly at the feet, and the clouds in the sky drift slowly over the dark green mountains.
Fu Yunge couldn't help but shudder, and quickly turned around, only to see that it was the woodcutter who put a hand on his wrist, sending him some sporadic skills. It was the faint heat that dragged him back from that nightmare.
"Many, thank you to the old woodcutter." Fu Yunge cupped his hands and thanked the old woodcutter.
The old woodcutter narrowed his eyes. He stared at Fu Yunge, looked up and down, and sighed: "Don't let the past become your burden. Your inner demons are too heavy."
