In the midst of the famine, it is difficult to be inhabited, and the mountains here are remote, and the land is barren, which is not suitable for mortals to cultivate and live.

Here you can only see thorns everywhere, thorny vines crawling the ground, because the land here is very barren, which makes the branches of the trees and old vines all scorched yellow.

In such a remote wilderness, when the scorching sun hangs in the sky, both the trees and the climbing vines are sickly wilted, and even if there are occasional birds and animals, they are hiding in the shade and panting.

In such a wilderness, everything is boring, everything is wilting, although there are green branches and wild vines, but there is a lack of real life, as if all life will only lie down here and wait for death.

It gives people a feeling of sickness here, when all life grows here, it will feel boring, everything in the world is just that, there is nothing in the world that is worth your survival, nothing will be worth pursuing.

When the sun is scorching overhead, when you look at the green trees and wild vines wilting, when you see a large area of scorched yellow above the treetops, when the noon is steaming, you will have a feeling that it is better to bury yourself here and die here, don't live!

In the middle of the mountain there was a small flat place, surrounded by thorny vines and thatched grass.

In such a small flat land was built a small hut, the hut was framed with old wood, and then pasted it one by one with mud, it was a very primitive hut, and even the roof was made of old bark.

From this hut, you can see how poor the owner of the house is, and people can tell at a glance that the owner of the house is living in a barren life.

The wooden door of the hut was hidden, and when a weak breeze blew through it, the wooden door would make a weak "squeak-squeak-squeak" sound.

There is a path in front of the house, let's call it a path for the time being, because such a path is full of thorns, and there is no trace of the road, so it can only be said that someone has walked here, and it can barely be called a road.

It can be seen from such a path that no one has ever been here at all, except for the owner of the hut himself, who occasionally walks down the hill or something, and no one has ever walked this path again.

On this little road, which was almost unable to find its way, a young man climbed up today, and this young man picked up the weeds and thorns, and climbed all the way from the foot of the mountain to the halfway point of the mountain, and climbed before this hut.

The young man who climbed up from the bottom of the mountain was Li Qiye, and when he saw this hut, he couldn't help but smile.

There was a small open space next to the hut, and in this open space there was a little bit of sparse vegetables, and in addition to a little bit of sparse vegetables, there was also a small ridge of sweet potatoes.

At this time, there was an old man working in this small vegetable field, in fact, this old man was not very old, and according to the age of mortals, he was about fifty years old.

Although he is fifty years old in terms of age, he looks a little shabby, looks old, and looks vicissitudes.

The old man was wearing a gray garment, and the clothes were gray and white, and it could be seen that the old man had washed and washed such clothes. Although the garments were often washed, they were worn out over the years, and they were full of dirt.

Even though the garment was washed often, it was not very clean, and the old man was working in the field, and it was stained with mud.

This old man does not have many wrinkles on his face, but his face is yellow, and the skin of his hands looks dark, and it can be seen that the old man is not only poor in food and housing, but also has worked for many years, and is obviously malnourished.

The old man's hair was gray and a little sloppy, and although he combed it neatly every day, he inadvertently made it a little messy between his labors.

When the old man sometimes opens his mouth, he will find that there are not many teeth left in his mouth, and a few sparse teeth are still growing there, even if there are only a few teeth left, they are also black, yellow, black and yellow, and the old teeth have appeared with cavities.

It is such an old man, who lives in such a wilderness suburb, works at sunrise and rests at sunset, and can only rely on the little crops that grow in the land on weekdays to satisfy his hunger, barely allowing himself to starve to death, and spending his days and days here.

Just imagine, such an old man, living alone in the wilderness, without children under his knees, and without relatives and friends to visit on weekdays, let alone neighbors. Working in the face of the loess during the day, with his back to the scorching sun, and falling asleep in the dark night of the wooden couch at night, what a barren life, what a lonely life.

At this time, the old man waved an old hoe with both hands, hoeing the sweet potatoes growing in the soil. He was also old, and every time he hoeed the dirt, it seemed very difficult, and the young man could hoe the sweet potatoes out of the soil with one or two hoes, and he had to swing the hoe at least ten times and eight times to hoe it out.

When he had scooped out the sweet potatoes with the mud, he crouched down and knocked them clean one by one and put them in the bamboo basket, which had already broken a small hole.

Every time he picked out a sweet potato, the old man was so tired that he gasped.

When watching the old man hoeing the ground, Li Qiye couldn't help but smile, walked over, didn't speak, bent down, picked up the picky potatoes that he had hoeed, knocked out the soil, and put them in the bamboo roots.

In this way, the old man struggled to hoe the soil, while Li Qiye picked up the sweet potato, and the old man had to put down the hoe every three or five times to take a breath and rest for a while, while Li Qiye was leisurely, picking up the sweet potato slowly, and knocking off the soil on the sweet potato very rhythmically.

It's normal for two people to work together perfectly, but never say a word to each other from start to finish, as if it were a matter of course.

It took most of the day's work for the old man to hoe out six or seven sweet potatoes from the soil, and then the old man picked up the bamboo roots, found the hoe, and went back to his hut.

Without the invitation of the old man, Li Qiye also walked into the hut, only to see that the hut was a little dim, even if it was dark after walking in broad daylight, it was dark in front of him, and it was not easy to get used to it.

There was not much in the hut, and it could even be said that there was nothing superfluous, and on the left side of the hut lay a wooden bed, on which the quilt had been washed, but it was also blackened. On the right is an earthen stove, and an old iron pot is about to rust.

There is a wooden table near the window, and the small wooden table can only seat two or three people, and eat and drink tea on this wooden table.

At this time, Li Qiye sat in front of this extremely simple wooden table, looking at the field outside, looking at the sick and wilting trees and wild vines, he couldn't help but support his chin with his palms, and fell asleep, as if he was about to fall asleep.

The old man had already made a fire to cook sweet potatoes at this time, and saw the flames beating at the mouth of the stove, which was probably the only thing that could still be active in this world. When you see this flame beating, at least let people know that they are still alive.

The old man sat in front of the stove, and from time to time added some thatch to the stove, and he was like a dead wood, lifeless, as if his only purpose in this world was to wait for death.

In the midst of this scoundrel chat, after a long time, a burst of sweet potato fragrance wafted in, which finally brought a little bit of vitality to the world, at least when you were hungry and growled, you suddenly felt strong when you smelled such a fragrance.

At this time, Li Qiye, who was asleep, also opened his eyes and sat up straight.

By this time, the old man had already put the boiled sweet potatoes into the dustpan and brought them to the table. When the sweet potato was served, the old man had not yet sat down, so Li Qiye unceremoniously took a day first, peeled the skin three or five times, and ate it slowly.

The old man also took one, skinned it, and chewed it slowly, as if he had bad teeth and ate slowly.

"Some people say that he wants to stay away from the hustle and bustle, but no matter how he lives a lonely life, at least there is him in this world, and an old man who sells steamed buns, or an old woman who sells salt." After eating a sweet potato, Li Qiye said: "Actually, this is not loneliness, this is just wanting to stay away from the world." ”

"When your world doesn't even have the old man who sells steamed buns, or the old woman who sells salt, then the world is left alone." Li Qiye said.

The old man just ate the sweet potatoes to himself, as if he was not good at expressing himself and was silent.

"What is loneliness, here is loneliness." Li Qiye couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said: "Whether it's the Immortal Emperor or the Great Emperor, in the place of exploration, it is still the Ten Realms of Fame, it is still above the Nine Heavens, and it is still the infinite power of the Emperor. This is evasion, just evading the punishment of the heavens. And today, we are eating sweet potatoes here, which is called retreat. ”

The old man still didn't speak, just ate the sweet potato, for he hadn't spoken for a long, long time, and he couldn't even remember the last time he spoke.

The old man didn't speak, Li Qiye didn't mind, he peeled another sweet potato, and ate it slowly, and after a while he raised his head, glanced at the old man, and said, "When will you die?" ”

The old man still didn't speak, chewing slowly, he was very precious this hard-won food, he ate it cleanly, and ate it very carefully.

"I don't know." After a long time, the old man spoke, and he gently sucked his finger and said, "I am also waiting for the day of death." ”

"Yes." Li Qiye shook his head with a smile and said, "The only purpose of your life is to wait for death!" When I was in the Nine Realms, I told the kid of the Yu family, you still have a small wine shop, and from time to time you come to drink his bad wine that is worse than horse urine. It's really nothing for him to wait for death, at least there are still a lot of things in this red dust for him to see. ”

"It's too long for you to wait for death, and you can't open your six senses, so you just wait for death." Li Qiye said with a smile: "If you want to die, it's not so easy!" (To be continued.) )