On the cracked earth, the seedlings withered, the ragged people carried their bags and walked in a long line on the desolate land, there were old people dying on the trunks of trees on the side of the road, and there were children who cried and shouted that they were hungry and scolded by their fathers, and they heard that over the cliff was the rich Hongze land, I don't know how high the mountain is, how dangerous the cliff is, but they can only survive after leaving this land that has been war-torn for two years.

Five-year-old Xiao Muchong looked at the fleeing team from a distance, he let go of the hand holding Master Ye Nanguang, took out an oiled paper package in his arms, and looked up at Master with small purple eyes.

"Who do you want to give it to?, that child, or that old man?" Ye Nanguang was happy that this child had compassion, after all, unkind people can steal the country of a thousand times, but they can't win the hearts of the people, but he knows that this child can't just have compassion.

Xiao Mu Chong hesitated for a moment and said, "To the old man." ”

"Then, will he survive?" Ye Nanguang continued to ask.

"No, he can't climb that mountain, then, Master, how can I help them?" Xiao Muchong thought about it and shook his head and asked.

"To govern the world with great virtue, not with small kindness, to benefit the people with great wisdom, not with small profits. Chong'er, can you come up with a way to help everyone survive?" Ye Nanguang slowly inspired as he looked at this apprentice who had followed him since he was three years old, saw the war and fire, and witnessed starvation and death.

"Master, I have the means, but I don't have such power. Xiao Mu rushed around and looked at the desolate and barren land. "Here is on the border of Xuanxia in Qiongchuan, the two countries are at war every year, Qiongchuan cuts off the water of the torrent, and there is no water for irrigation here. Naturally, there is no grass. If I can open up the mountains and bring water to the land, they will be able to live in their homeland. The childish voice replied in a coherent and clear manner.

"Yes, what if they intercept the flow of the mountain after you open the mountain?"

"Well, Master, if Qiongchuan and Xuanxia were one family, it would be nice not to fight. ”

"It's not impossible if you want to. ”

Xiao Muchong looked at his master with wide eyes, not quite understanding his words, but he really wanted to send the food out in front of him.

"Let's go" Ye Nanguang smiled and stroked his head, his eyes full of expectation and relief.

Xiao Muchong broke half of the dough cake in the oiled paper bag and gave it to the old man, and half to the crying child, and followed the master without saying a word all the way.

That year, when he returned to the Lingnan Mountains, Ye Nanguang opened up a few acres of fields at the foot of the mountain while teaching Xiao Muchong to study and practice martial arts. Since then, working in the fields has become a compulsory course for him. Master Ye's teaching quotation said: "Know the difficulties of the crops, and then know the small people's dependence." ”

Under the scorching sun, two people, one with a sickle and the other with a sword, the earth was as hot as a steamer. The undulating fields of wheat waves churned with endless thoughts in Xiao Muchong's purple eyes. - Isn't it just cutting a few acres of wheat, sir, I have been doing it since I was five years old.

"Do you know how to grow crops?"

"Won't"

"Do you know how many people can be fed by this food?"

"I don't know"

"Do you bet on dice?"

"Yes,... Well, it won't."

Xiao Muchong looked at Mu Ziyan, the "cold condensation" who lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, "No, what are you doing with your head down, I saved you regardless of my previous suspicions, but you are planning against me with those guys?

Mu Ziyan shrunk his neck, raised his hand to hold the sword and blocked his head, but his feet still stood obediently in place, "That, it's some... I'm sorry. You can hit it, just don't hit it in the face. After the fight, let's not owe each other and make money in harmony?"

"If you want to be beautiful, work first, and then clean you up when you go back" don't owe each other? This makes Xiao Muchong not very happy to hear, you still owe it, it's better to owe it forever, the corners of his mouth raised, handsomely stroked the hair under the crown, blew off the bangs on his forehead, and squinted at Mu Ziyan, "I can only drink wine but can't make wine, I can only eat buns and not grow wheat, and I am not ashamed to say that I am a loser and a fool, today I will let you see the heroic demeanor of my master, I can serve the country when I go on the horse, and I can grow crops in the field." ”

Without seeing the fist swing, Mu Ziyan relaxed, turned to look at his handsome and confident smile in the sun, and the movements of rolling up his sleeves, raising his knife, and pulling the wheat pole, as well as listening to his self-praise and high-spirited words just now, he suddenly felt that his image was refreshing and majestic in this wilderness.

But, uh, why did he bend over and stop there motionless?

"Xiao-Han——, why did you leave me a rusty broken sickle-" A roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the head of the sickle, which had been loosened by cutting two handfuls of wheat, was shaken a few times by the roar and fell to the ground, leaving only a wooden stick in Xiao Muchong's hand.

Above the field, sparrows hiding in the wheat field and stealing their mouths flew into the sky together.

Mai Suixiao, who was waiting quietly, bent down.

The white clouds floating in the sky laughed like a mountain bag.

Mu Ziyan covered his stomach and said, "Heroic demeanor." "Hahaha, I didn't laugh, I didn't laugh.

Far away, the brothers in the Dongtan camp rushed to climb high and look into the distance, looking at the two people in the field, although they couldn't hear the sound of their conversation, but they knew that they would definitely not be able to finish, in the past few years, they were cleaned up by Xiao Muchong, although they had grown their skills, they also suffered a lot, plowing the land and building roads, working in the fields, climbing over the snowy mountains, going down to the sea and diving reefs, and going into the forest to survive, and refining a group of people in the capital into flesh and blood men, but they never took advantage of him, it was better to take advantage of the wheat harvest season for everyone to tease him, hehe, and then it was not too late to help him。

"Hahaha——!"

I don't know if I was infected by Mu Ziyan's laughter, or I remembered my master's words: "Shibi Hongyi, there is a long way to go" Xiao Muchong threw away the wooden stick he was holding in his hand and laughed with Mu Ziyan. These guys are determined to lose once today, if he Xiao Muchong loses in this square inch of crops, how will he lead this group of people to fight in the Quartet and stabilize the world in the future?

"Ha-ha-ha, how can the trick stump me Xiao Muchong, girl, and borrow your sword. Without waiting for Mu Ziyan to hear clearly, she pulled out the sword in her hand "Zheng".

A bright and dazzling light pierced the sky, and the already lifelike golden dragon case on the hilt of the sword rose into the air, passing through Xiao Muchong's body, revealing a fire dragon that wanted to soar into the sky behind him. Mu Ziyan's chest was hot for a while, between heaven and earth, in the Dongdan Continent, Jin Ling spread his wings and resonated with the golden dragon Xiaotian for a long time, but he didn't know where it came from.

With a long roar of sword qi, the ten teenagers scattered in different corners of the Chiyun Continent appeared at the same time with a Xuanguang sword with different patterns in their hands, including Di Tong who was hunting in the deep mountains following the traces of tigers, Zhan Ying who rushed to the Beisang Royal Court in the snow in the extreme north to deliver snow leopard skins, the real Leng Cong who was far away in the world, Yuan Bin and Xiao Han who were close at hand, and Han Jun, the deputy general of the Iron Eagle Cavalry, who had just been newly married and was still in the new house, of course, her delicate little wife was scared,... There is also Yin Chuan, who is participating in Zen with Master Xuanshi in the meditation room of Xishan Academy, like them, different words flashed on his sword, and Yin Chuan's is a "son" character.

"Good sword" Xiao Muchong's purple eyes were shining, he raised his eyebrows and turned around and flew up: "The sword is as hot as fire, the jade edge can cut through the clouds, once the ditch is long, the hero should be in peace." The sound fell and the sword waved, and the Xuanguang turned into a sword wave across the wheat wave, Xiao Muchong was dressed in purple clothes and turned around, his long hair flew with the sword, and between the four ups and downs, the wheat field had been razed to the ground, and surprisingly, the wheat poles that were broken by the sword qi were neatly piled up into four long dragons.