The old man walked to the vegetable field and hooked the wooden spoon on the ground with his foot, which was one meter long, and the wooden spoon immediately jumped up in the air, and the old man stretched out his hand and held the wooden spoon in the air.

With one hand, he held the steaf on his shoulder, and with the other he took a wooden spoon and scooped a spoonful of dung in a bucket of dung and poured it over the wilting vegetable roots.

In the sunny morning, the old man's slightly dark cheeks were already covered with thin sweat, he picked up the towel on his shoulder to wipe his face from time to time, and continued to work.

According to this size and appearance, ordinary people will probably think that this is a gardener, with deep wrinkles on his face, which is the most ordinary appearance, a pair of sword eyebrows are thick and black, and his lips are chapped and purple.

The body is relatively strong, although he is very old, there is still no trace of fat on his stomach, the green tendons on his arms are slightly strangled, and the skin is firm.

He wore an earthy gray shirt on his upper body, high-waisted black linen pants on the bottom, his trouser legs were pulled up to his knees, and he pedaled a pair of black cloth shoes, on which there was a little mud.

There was no extravagance, but Wang Fan could tell at a glance that he was the owner of the thatched hut, and only the little arm that had practiced kung fu could write such a paper-soaked text.

Wang Fan thought that in addition to himself, there were probably many people who had come to this villa, but those people must not know that this Taizu deliberately hid from others.

Being able to own a thatched house alone, and building the house in such a place where it is unreasonable, and the atmosphere of the villa can be called abrupt, so that no one has stopped it, and if it is not for the words of people, his grandfather may not be able to find a second one.

The old man seemed to be in a settled state watering vegetables, completely ignoring Wang Fan, an outsider.

He probably regards farming and watering vegetables as a kind of practice, and people who practice martial arts always stop practicing this kind of practice all the time, concentrating on exercising their muscles and bones.

The old man pours the ground in the sun, his arched back, his towering backbone, his half-bent leg bones, every movement is precisely and unmistakably stopped.

The sun above him was getting stronger and stronger, but he continued to water the ground as if he couldn't feel it.

Wang Fan felt a little hot, but how could he lose to an old man, so he continued to stand in the sun without moving.

The old man continued to argue with himself, Wang Fan didn't bring it up, everything was silent.

Finally, the old man finished pouring the vegetables on the ground, put down the flat shoulder on his shoulder, moved his muscles and bones, lit a cigarette, sat in the vegetable field, and spit out the fog.

Around him was a shelf of tomatoes, covered with a shadow, and the old man just took advantage of the shadow to rest and take a dip, while watching the ghost weather, the sun was shining.

Wang Fan finally relaxed for a while, he always felt that the old man was testing and honing himself by ignoring him just now.

Although the other party is a martial arts master, he also practices the Dao technique, so why did he follow the old man's Tao and play with him.

Wang Fan only then remembered the serious matter, reached out and took out the silver needle that sealed the hearing, and walked over, and the old man raised his eyes and saw: "You are Xiaoyu's friend, why did you turn here." ”

Wang Fan said: "I was invited by Wenren's son, but he was separated from me halfway." ”

The old man nodded and said, "I see you seem to have something to say just now." ”

Wang Fan brewed in his stomach for a while, this old man is a personable person, and he didn't blame him for not wanting to break into his inner room, so he might as well say it and relieve his troubles:

"Old man, I don't see these plants growing well in your field. ”

"Isn't it, I take care of these vegetables every day like my son, fertilizer is applied, water is watered, but they don't grow well, and the fruits are the size of sesame seeds.

Although I don't care how much these things are worth, I can buy a bunch of them when I buy them outside the door, but what I grow is always worth it that no money can buy. ”

"Old man, what you said is good, but have you thought about it, these vegetables are not growing badly because you don't water them properly. "Wang Fan sold it.

"What do you mean. The old man stopped smoking, and he pressed the ash bullet against the stone beside him.

"You can understand Feng Shui, this vegetable garden is located between the five elements and is a dead place, if you plant this vegetable in a dead place, you will naturally not live.

All the nutrients in the dead land were sucked away by the wood spirit, and there were mountains and forests in front of them, the breath was weak, and the root system could not extend into the soil, so it could not grow naturally.

In the long run, these crops will gradually wither and fail to produce fruit, even if they are carefully watered. ”

Wang Fan said a lot, presumably this old man also heard it.

The old man scratched his head, he didn't understand Wang Fan's rhetoric very well, but he felt in his heart that this person might be a master, and his tone couldn't help but be a little respectful:

"I don't understand what you're saying, this is the place of death, how do you think this dish should be grown, do you have a way to prove what you said?"

Wang Fan pinched his chin, he had expected this old man to say this, most of the people who practice martial arts are thoughtful but brainless, and they seek a proof in everything:

"You don't have to worry, just follow me. ”

After Wang Fan finished speaking, he squatted down and dug out a leek from the side of the road, the tip of this leek was earthy yellow, and the leaves were hanging down, as if it was about to die.

Wang Fan dug out the surrounding soil, then reached into the ground to touch the roots of the crops and pull them uprooted.

When he put his hand in, he noticed that there was a huge spiritual power in the ground, as if he was looking for his meridians.

Wang Fan thought of the big sycamore plant behind the secret door, was the root system of the spiritual creature already so strong?

I actually want to absorb spiritual power from myself, I am really impatient, this kind of spiritual life must be destroyed.

Wang Fan stood up and looked at the direction again, but the lifeblood of this house was on that spirit tree, and it would be good to cut it for a while, but in the long run, there was one less array of mansion things, and the evil outside was easy to invade.

The old man saw Wang Fan taking a handful of leeks with rhizomes and going out of the secret door, and hurriedly followed, he was a layman, so he naturally didn't understand what Wang Fan, the master, was thinking.

Out of the secret door, Wang Fan stood in front of the plane tree, put the leeks aside, and took out a slender red rope from his pocket.

He circled the red rope twice around the plane tree, and put two copper coins on it, and when he pulled it, the red rope tightened.

Wang Fan bit his index finger, smeared the blood on the red rope and said: "Heaven and earth Zhaofa, evil spirits and demons, listen to my edict and appear." ”

The red rope began to tighten on the tree as a sacrifice of blood, and soon the red rope seeped into the trunk, and there was a cry of oops.

Wang Fan kicked the tree: "You primate, you don't want to hide when you see your grandfather coming." ”

There was a wail from the tree:

"Master, I'm here, I don't know where I offended you, I have been abusing me like this, I have lived in this garden for a hundred years, and I have been confined to the house for more than ten years, I don't know what I did wrong. ”

(End of chapter)