There are many people who love the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Because the Mid-Autumn Festival is a festive season.

The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

But there are also many people who miss the holiday.

Because they have no family, and they don't have beautiful women.

There may be beautiful women, but they are also on the horizon.

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Luo Xue leaned against the door of her house, looking at the moon, which no longer looked flawless.

But in fact, she knew that there were still flaws in this month, because there was no Mid-Autumn Festival today.

Even if it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, she still feels flawed.

The moonlight fell, obscured by a tree, and then broke, like someone's broken arm, and that person at this time didn't know where.

The night has sunk and the moon is full.

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Yang Mubai walked on a very quiet path.

No one knows where this is, and no one knows how he got there.

The clouds covered the sky, and he looked up, but all he could see was the dark night sky.

No one knows where he came from, no one knows where he's going.

His right arm was broken at the root, and the sleeve of his robe swayed in the night sky, caressing the faint autumn color.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual power on his body, and there was no sword anymore, although his gaze was firm, but there was still a faint sadness.

Yang Mubai has been to many places.

But there was no place that could help him recover the sword tire that had exploded.

He may not have anything to do with spiritual power in his life.

So when he came to the end, he no longer had any mustard in his heart, and he became relieved - he is like this, since it is a matter of no reason, he will never force it.

He didn't know where he had gone tonight, but he felt that the night was different.

It's just that he doesn't know what's the difference.

This mountain was originally very large, but he climbed to the top of the mountain, and he would be at the top of the mountain, that is, he could see all the mountains at a glance.

But he did not see the mountains, but only a field on the top of the mountain.

It is a flat land that has been carefully cultivated.

Strange to say, it was late autumn, and everything was supposed to wither, but for some reason, there were gentle plants in this field.

Yang Mubai couldn't see clearly through the moonlight, but when he walked in, although there was no moonlight, he could still see the green plants clearly.

He was stunned, then stunned.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"You are the second place in all these years to reach this summit. ”

Yang Mubai was startled, and hurriedly looked at it, only to find that there was an old farmer standing in this world.

The old peasant rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong muscles.

He was holding a hoe in his hand, and he seemed to be weeding, but his eyes fell on Yang Mubai's body and did not shift.

Yang Mubai Shili said, "The juniors don't know that there are people here, so they don't mean to offend." ”

The old farmer smiled slightly, and suddenly asked, "How many steps did you take to walk down the mountain?"

Yang Mubai replied without thinking, "Thirty-one thousand and twenty-one steps." ”

The old farmer laughed.

He said, "Sure enough, only people who are disheartened will come to climb the mountain when the festival is approaching, and they will be so bored that they can count their steps to climb the mountain." ”

Yang Mubai asked in a deep voice, "The preparation just said, I am the second, I'm afraid there is another person like this before me." ”

The old farmer smiled, "Exactly." ”

"Who is it?"

The old peasant straightened up, half of his hoe in the ground, pointed at himself with his finger, and then smiled and said, "That man is naturally me." ”

The clouds had not yet dispersed, and Yang Mubai could not see his face clearly, but he could see the seedlings in the field.

He was silent for a moment, and then said, "Autumn farming is a no-brainer. ”

The old farmer looked up at him, not surprised, he just smiled and said, "In your opinion, there are a lot of incredible things in this, right?"

Yang Mubai did not answer.

The old farmer suddenly raised his hand, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation on his body, but the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed with his raised hand.

The extremely rich moonlight penetrated the clouds and landed on the top of this mountain, illuminating the face of the old farmer, the face of poplar wood, and the seedlings on the mountain.

Yang Mu looked at the old farmer dementedly.

In his impression, the elders of the mountain gate of Jianyuan did not have such magical powers, who was this old man? With just a wave of his hand, he could make the clouds disperse?

He made sure that he didn't find any spiritual power fluctuations in this old peasant.

The old farmer pointed to the seedlings on the ground and looked at Yang Mubai with a smile, "You see, although it is autumn, these seedlings are still thriving." ”

Yang Mubai stopped talking.

The old farmer pointed his finger at himself, "Look at me, I don't know how to practice in the first place, but I can still make the clouds between heaven and earth disperse." ”

Yang Mubai's gaze was dull, and he stared at the old peasant's face.

He seemed to understand something at this moment.

To make the seedlings grow in autumn is already going against the sky, and it is extremely powerful to break through those clouds thousands of miles away.

So who is this old farmer?

The old farmer seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and still looked at him with a smile, "Are you just thinking of me as a hidden power, because my realm strength is too high, so you can't see through me?"

He walked up to Yang Mubai, grabbed Yang Mubai's hand, and put his hand on his vein.

Yang Mubai's face suddenly changed.

Because even if his sword fetus was destroyed and there was no way to gather spiritual power in his body, he was still familiar with the things in his cultivation.

This old farmer really didn't have a little spiritual power fluctuation on his body.

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So how did he do it?

He touched his dantian with his hand, where was his broken sword fetus, and an excited look suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He suddenly knelt down at the old peasant.

"Senior, please take me as an apprentice!"

The old farmer smiled and helped him up, but shook his head and said, "I never accept apprentices, but if you can, you can stay here and help me farm." ”

Yang Mubai's eyes suddenly had a determination like a sword.

He picked up the old farmer's hoe with his left hand from the ground, and suddenly said, "I am willing to help my predecessors farm the land!"

The old farmer looked at him with a smile and pointed to the field in front of him.

"Then you can help me get rid of the grass first. ”

Yang Mubai held a hoe in one hand, stabilized his body, and took out the hoe against a weed.

But when he went down with his hoe, the weed didn't fall.

When there was a loud bang, Yang Mubai was shocked and took a few steps backwards one after another, and the hoe in his hand almost fell off.

His gaze stared, and only then did he realize that the land in front of him was as hard as steel.

Yang Mubai turned his head to look at the old farmer, but the old farmer had already walked aside very leisurely and lit a bag of dry tobacco.

Only then did Yang Mubai know that such a simple thing as hoeing the ground was hiding so many mysteries.

He didn't give up, stabilized the hoe with his left hand, and began to bow his head and hoe the ground seriously.

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