Chapter 190: A New Guest at the Sheephorn River

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The people in Lin'an City didn't know that the dog, or the knife, or a butcher who was far away on the border of Dayin was also watching the water. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a small river that meandered.

There are many such small rivers in Dayin, and there are also many in the Great Wilderness, and such a river is really not an uncommon river. This river, like other such rivers, has a name that is not unusual.

It's called Giethoorn.

The summer wind blows from the south, and this year's south wind seems to be blowing more slowly, and today the summer in the Giethoorn River is exceptionally late.

The West Lake in Lin'an City has been dressed in new clothes, revealing new lotus, and at the end of the blow, a few mouthfuls of the virtual stamen of the locust tree are blown, which is full of vitality.

But when I got here, it was very quiet, although the time had come to summer, but it was still the color of early spring, the river was murmuring, knocking on the bluestone on the riverside, but the river was too slow, and it didn't even stir up a few splashes, so it slowly left downstream, as if the river that understood the early spring was steep and couldn't wait to run to the south, to bathe in the mild sunshine.

Such a precipitous scene in early spring makes one wonder if there is still a thin layer of snow left over from last year in the upper reaches of this river, and whether there are still chilling cicadas?

It's just a pity that the man standing on the bank of the Giethoorn didn't think so.

He is a butcher, he used to be a butcher, now he is a student, a disciple of a teacher in Lin'an City, that is a magical gentleman, and he teaches magical knowledge.

The gentleman taught him to practice, and he learned to practice, and the practice was still what only the gentleman could do.

Mr. said that it is God who cultivates and hopes who cultivate.

The gentleman was a good gentleman, and the butcher respected him very much, so the gentleman said that he wanted him to come here to have a look, and he came here to have a look.

His current appearance is still the same as the butcher of the past, coarse linen clothes, thick eyebrows and big eyes, unshaven beard, not like a scholar, just like a butcher, it is better to have two butcher knives in his hand, it is more like a butcher, but the butcher does not hold his own butcher knife in his hand, I don't know where he received it himself.

The gentleman also said that he did not look like a scholar, and he himself did not feel like a scholar.

Like a scholar are the other two disciples of Mr., that is the real reader, born a white and pure reader, by the way, Mr. is not like a teacher, but like a person who reads and seeks advice.

The butcher also knew that the gentleman was sometimes not like a scholar, nor a teacher, or even a man.

It's more like the embodiment of hope, more like a god.

He is also a god.

However, even if he cultivates God, he is still a knife or even a dog in front of others.

Neither a knife nor a dog is a human, only his husband and his disciples think that he is not a knife or a dog, but a person. Even for Mr., he is not a subordinate, he is just a person like himself, an equal person who follows him for advice.

Mr. is a teenager in heart.

The butcher is not.

Of course, the butcher didn't want to be a knife, let alone a dog, and he didn't want to be a subordinate, so he tried his best to learn from his husband and learned a lot of spiritual principles.

The truths he learned made those who called him a dog dare not say that he was a dog in front of him, and the truths he learned became a great cultivator, faintly able to compete with the reality of knowing fate as other cultivators in Lin'an City said.

Even the little bureau master in the Cai Jiabao'er Building has just reached the realm.

It took him two years to get there, but his husband didn't seem to be very happy, at least not as happy as he thought he should.

The butcher just felt sorry, and after the regret was over, he was called here by the gentleman, who told him to find a small town.

The butcher naturally didn't know that someone in that town had caused the little bureau master in the Bao'er Building who looked at him the most unpleasantly to lie on the hospital bed for two years without showing up, and the butcher didn't even know that he didn't really mean that he came here, but that another more prestigious person in the Bao'er Building.

That man was the prince's husband, and the former owner of the butcher.

Anyway, he came here, but he only saw such a river called the Giethoorn, but he did not see the unwalled town called Giethoorn.

The butcher didn't have a butcher's knife in his hand, and he didn't know where he had hidden it, he just looked at the small river from northwest to southeast with his hands behind his back.

From here, this piece of bluestone here, the Sheephorn River no longer goes south, but flows to the east. The east side flowed all the way to the sea.

The butcher wasn't looking for the river, he was looking for a small town.

But he couldn't find it, not even a person who asked for directions.

Only a lone piece of bluestone stood at his feet.

The butcher looked down at the bluestone, and wanted to leave, but vaguely felt that the bluestone was a little weird.

He soon discovered where the strangeness was, one part of the bluestone was smooth, smooth though it could not be said to be like a mirror, but it really did not look like a stone falling on the river.

Looking at one of the bluestones, the butcher thought of the brick that had been placed under the table in his house to pad his feet.

He often used that brick to sharpen his knife, so the side of that brick was also sharpened smooth, and now he hadn't done what he used to do as a butcher for a long time, and although he didn't want to, he still recognized the origin of the marks on the bluestone at a glance.

Someone sharpened knives there, and for many years.

The smooth top of the bluestone is small.

Naturally, the person sharpened not a murderous knife, then there was only a knife, a kitchen knife was also a knife, and a butcher knife was also a knife.

The butcher guessed half right, there was indeed someone there who had sharpened a knife, but it was a knife, not a kitchen knife.

Kitchen knives can only be used to cut vegetables, and butcher knives can only be used to slaughter cattle and pigs.

Kitchen knives are available at home, and butcher knives should be on the meat stalls in town.

If you have both, the town should have both.

It's a bit arbitrary, but it's also very reasonable.

The butcher didn't understand the big truths that his husband often said, but he knew such simple and small truths very well.

He had even made up in his mind a picture of a butcher with a tiger's back and a bear's waist carrying a knife to sharpen his knife on the bluestone by the river.

This seems to be the evidence of the existence of that invisible town.

The butcher thought about it, and then decided to bring the evidence back, he couldn't move the bluestone, but fortunately, he still learned to practice, and he still carried his butcher's knife with him.

The picture of a butcher carrying a knife to the bank of the Giethoorn River actually appeared, except that the butcher did not come to sharpen the knife, but to fetch stones.

The bluestone by the Giethoorn River is missing a corner.

There is one less town on the banks of the Sheephorn River. Maybe that town never existed.

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Good Luck to Gentlemen, Chapter 2.