The smoke curling from the villages in the mountains, the people and the forests, the sunset and the mountains, the autumn wind and the fallen leaves, the sky in the distant mountains, the dusk with a red.

Some villagers carried hoes and smoked dry tobacco on the ridges.

There are also children who stayed in the mountain villages and returned from herding cattle, lying on the green oxen, walking very slowly.

The Shushan Female Sword Immortal glanced at it, and among the twenty-eight cultivators who snatched the relics of the immortals, she was the most Buddha.

When I have time or not, I come to someone's house, get a small bench, sit and watch TV, have a meal or something.

If the elders hadn't asked her to come, she wouldn't have bothered to run to the mountain gada, so she would have come by herself if she wanted to, but as a result, those famous hotels seemed to have become conventional, and all the juniors came.

"Click-"

She's chopping wood, and she can't do nothing, eat and drink for nothing.

The little couple next to her squatted to the side and watched her chop wood.

The sunset was sprinkled with red mist, and the atmosphere of the mountain village was dense, and she held a long sword with a sword and two sections, if it weren't for the fact that it would make these two fellows feel strange, she would split it into eight sections with one sword, and the thickness was the same.

But she didn't realize that it was strange in modern times for a man to come to a mountain village in a high school uniform, carry a quaint long sword, and cut in half a stake that an adult man would cut several times.

The female sword fairy glanced at the two people next to her without a trace, and seeing that the two of them didn't feel strange, she nodded secretly, feeling that she was not exposed, and continued to chop wood.

On the stove burning with firewood is placed the tablet of the stove, and the firewood under the stove crackles.

Today, on the first day of the lunar calendar, every fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, incense is to be applied, and the aunt at home is in charge of these.

The little zombie answered the phone, held it in both hands and listened to it, nodding and pounding garlic.

"Hello? Hey, I know, aunt, don't worry, hey. ”

"Yes, yes, it's fine."

After hanging up the phone, she said unreasonably to the wind: "Auntie, they have to work a little later today, we will eat first, and we will worship God." ”

The land, the stove king, the door god, the five directions, and the south treat these more traditional than the Central Plains, or superstition, they do not necessarily believe in Buddhism, believe in the Tao, but must believe in ghosts and gods, ancestors, have their own set of worship traditions.

The master and apprentice are a little embarrassed every time they look at the stove, which is not a deep hatred, but Liang Zi does have a knot.

If my uncle and aunt knew that the stove gentleman who worshiped every time on the fifteenth day of the New Year's festival actually had an enmity with his nephew, then I don't know what the expression was.

Burning wood for cooking, the two people in the room froze and ate dinner, and the cold-faced sword fairy was satisfied.

Feng Wuli thinks that this girl is a single-threaded creature, and her personality is also straightforward, without the slightest ditch.

When dealing with problems, people react with a lot of thoughts, but she seems to deal with it from her lowest level of logic, and she will appear maverick.

Such a person lives the most freely and does not worry about anything, which is a transparency.

"Eldest sister, this meal is a lot of money?" She spoke in a Sichuan voice.

"No, you chopped all the wood for us all afternoon."

"Okay, big sister."

The female sword fairy held the bowl and watched TV, shaving a bite of rice from time to time, and during the day, when others went to find the fairy, she put it badly.

After eating, he was unreasonable and Wang Xilou cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and he had to worship the gods and incense for his aunt.

Bow all the way to the stove.

The master and apprentice leaned in front of the stove, looking a little embarrassed.

"Eat, eat, continue."

The little zombie was impatient and inserted three sticks of incense.

The paper statue of the god seemed to be alive, his eyes were a little smart, and he blinked, and then the person on the paper actually stretched his waist.

At this moment, a group of people in the partridge house were stunned, and a sense of gaze cast by the clouds had just enveloped the entire village.

Shengqing, who was watching TV and drinking Coke in the living room, blinked, smiled lightly and ignored it.

The female sword fairy who was watching the TV series in the living room looked around blankly.

The god on the door also came to life, and he poked his head to see the house, and when he saw the gods in the living room, he said goodbye to the adults, and Shengqing waved his hand and asked them to go back.

This series of chain reactions, neither of them in the kitchen knows.

The paper fairy yawned, just feeling that it was here. (This chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 160: When Did You Miss It

What shouted to himself, I thought it was an incense temple, but I didn't expect a small stove.

He was stunned for a moment, a small stove with incense can make him feel it, is that a hemp thing? Which immortal calls himself?

Then I saw a man and a woman in front of the stove.

“……”

A dull pain in the eye socket.

He gave his middle finger and went back silently.

The fairy on the paper is frozen in a very unqualified action, which would have been if my uncle and aunt came back to see it.

The little zombie put on another stick of incense on the spot.

The fairies on paper find themselves back.

The cultivators in the small village suddenly felt like they were facing a great enemy.

The fairy on the paper saw that it was here again, stunned, and came again? These two people, do you still have something to ask yourself? He's going to have to take care of it.

Wang Xilou said angrily: "Don't do this, this stove belongs to our uncle, quickly take back your middle finger!" ”

“……”

The old fairy on the paper was speechless, and he rubbed his hands again, but his face was not very good-looking, and then he returned to calm.

Feng Wuli scratched his head, "Do you think that his expression seems to be a little wrong, just now he was kind and kind, and now he has a straight face." ”

"It seems to be."

The little zombie gave him another stick of incense.

“……”

The fairy on the paper blinked.

These two are sick, right?

"Don't make a stinky face, aren't you a fairy? Do you understand smile service? You don't have a good face for the two of us, this is the home of your believers, what do you mean by having a stinky face? ”

“……”

The fairy on the paper pulled his face, tried to put on a kind looking face, and left in an instant.

Feng Wuli still felt that something was wrong, and scratched his chin: "It's too reluctant, it's a smile." ”

"Master thinks too."

"Tell him to come back and laugh again."

"Go get incense, don't smile at this old boy today, so that we both are satisfied, don't think about leaving."

The master and apprentice took turns to play, and tonight the cultivators in the small mountain village were all stunned and didn't know what was going on.

Shengqing watched the hit TV, and he didn't understand what the two of them were playing in the kitchen.

Feng Wuli found it.,I always feel that this ghost is a little wrong.,Everything loves to be involved.,The surface is light and light.,But it's actually an eight-woman attribute.。

The two had a good time, in front of the portrait of Zao Jun, Wang Xilou's elbow was unreasonable, and asked: "How can this old man do it?" ”

"Let's do this first, go to the town tomorrow to buy a statue of Zaojun, and then paste it back."

"That's all there is to it."

The master and apprentice turned to leave, and at this time, the portrait of the stove in front of the stove, only a background remained, and the gods in the portrait were gone, but if you look closely, you will find a back squatting in the corner.

This old fairy, he can't afford to play anymore, wasn't he very good back then, why don't he fly over and clean up the two of them now.

The twilight of the night is dreary.

The master and apprentice went out and found that the masters of the rivers and lakes who had hid in the partridge room had all come out in a daze.

The master glanced at him, "What is this for?" ”

The apprentice also glanced at it: "I don't know, get up at night, right?" ”

"Did you write your homework?"

“……”

The group of Jianghu masters outside didn't know what they were stimulated, usually the wind was the strongest at night, and they just braved the wind and ran into the mountains and forests, as if the fairy had legs and suddenly ran out.

Shengqing on the side had already poured himself tea and drank it very well, and sat on the solid wood Taishi chair next to him and watched TV.

Wang Xilou took nail clippers to cut his nails, and after cutting it, he didn't seem to be very enjoyable, so he snatched Feng Wuli's left hand first, snapped, snapped, and smoothed him after cutting, Feng unreasonably complained that she was slow.

"Don't rush."

"I'll just cut it myself."

The hand that tried to grab the nail clipper was slapped away, and the little zombie looked up at him with a frown, and then buried his head in the head and continued to cut his nails.

Feng Wuli was speechless.

Uncle and aunt's tricycle came back, pushed open the door, and the wind in the living room was unreasonable and Wang. (This chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 160: When Did You Miss It

Watching TV in the West Building.

"Why is it so late, uncle and aunt, are you hungry, do you want me to give you something to eat?"

My aunt immediately smiled: "Why don't you get us to eat." ”

"It's not like you're both tired when you come back."

"I've eaten it, I've eaten it."

This girl's aunt likes it tightly.

Feng unreasonably silently went back to the room to write homework and prepare for bed.

This little zombie is using his aunt as a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to brush up on his proficiency.

Shengqing silently moved out of the way, returned the Taishi chair to his uncle, and had to be careful to avoid the two.

With a sigh, he disappeared in place and appeared on the rooftop, looking at the night sky.

He remembered the conversation with Wang Xilou ten years ago.

"Without stars and moons, where are we?"

The wind that blew for a few days swept away all the haze from the polluted sky, and tonight's Milky Way was as bright as a burning mountain forest.

This starry sky is so deep.

During this decade he received a modern scientific education.

He understood that the beautiful night scene in front of him was actually a very distant planet from here, and many of them were beyond the reach of his endless years.

When I think about it this way, I can't help but feel a little lonely.

It seems to be within reach, but knowing the distance is daunting.

In that distant and dark void, is there a civilization like the earth, is there also a monster, and will they also look up at the starry sky like him at this time.

These unknowns fascinate Shengqing.

He has the sea of stars in his eyes.

It was slowly approaching the wee hours of the morning, and the village was quiet.

More and more cultivators gathered below, and they discovered that the person standing on the roof was none other than the uncle who often visited the homes of the kind villagers.

Their faces were different, and they had mixed feelings in their hearts for a while, and they couldn't understand what they thought.

"Is it pretty?"

He suddenly asked, but no one answered him.

"The gentlemen came for me, and they were not in a good state a few days ago, and they were unable to entertain one or two, so tonight I will invite you to enjoy it with this starry sky."

"I am waiting to test you, maybe you will point out the twenty-eight constellations?"

When Feng Wuli first met him, he was wearing a master's suit, he liked the unknown, and he also liked to communicate the knowledge he knew with others.

Shengqing was full of interest, but unfortunately no one answered below, which inevitably disappointed him.

"That's the Horned Wood Jiao, and the four here are the Golden Dragon......"

In the crowd, I don't know when a person walked out, and one by one the stars pointed out.

Everyone looked, isn't this the fool in the mountain village?

Shengqing was no accident at all.

Everyone below saw that the fool came out one by one, with stars in his eyes, how could he be a little stupid.

It wasn't until the last worm hit the ground that the fool paused and said with a smile: "Sir, am I right?" ”

Shengqing shook his head with a smile and replied softly, "When did you miss it." ”

"Will the gentleman take me as an apprentice?"

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Under the locust tree, teach him the method of cultivation, teach him spiritual entanglement, and teach him the truth.

Those cultivators who came from all over the world sat under the locust tree and listened to the teachings of an immortal.

It's just one night, the fairy law, nature, all the mysteries, Shengqing knows everything, he just talks there, the same content, but the people below bloom different flowers.

All are beneficial, and each has its own gains.

The fool of that village, sitting at the front, listened the most attentively.

Although everyone has their own gains, what everyone wants to learn the most is, of course, the immortal's natal spirit entanglement, astrology and moon divination.

But how can there be people who can learn by listening to it once?

It's just that what they didn't expect was that someone really learned.

Still that idiot.

What kind of terrible genius is this?

With such an understanding, wouldn't you be able to steal a lesson by looking at other people's spiritual entanglements?

Shengqing was not surprised.

The fool did a trick for himself. (This chapter is not finished!) )

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, calculated his lifespan, and calculated that there were still eight hours, and smiled shyly.

"Sir, am I right?"

Shengqing shook his head helplessly: "When did you miss it." ”

The twenty-eight cultivators below couldn't help but be silent.

On the second day, the fool in the village, who had been crazy for more than thirty years, suddenly became clear and normal. Initial Update@

When he returned home, he plowed all the land in the house so that his mother could plant it in the spring of the following year, and then he went into the mountains to cut firewood, cut a house of firewood, and in the evening he laid all the tiles in the house with new ones, and went to the village to go from house to house and say that he was grateful to the people in the village for taking care of him all these years.

The mother knew that he was leaving, and had been with her son, who had not spoken for thirty years, and talked to her for a day.

In the evening, after the three of them had eaten, the son said that he was a little sleepy and wanted to go back to sleep for a while.

The father smoked in the living room, and the mother clung to the head of her son's bed.

The son was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and suddenly said to his mother beside him, "It's going to rain, Mom, go and collect your clothes." ”

When the mother collected his clothes and went into the house, and when she came to the head of her son's bed, the son had his eyes closed and was no longer breathing.

Shengqing was sitting on the roof of his house, and it suddenly rained in the sky, he raised his hand to pick it up, the cold was pressing, it was the autumn rain.

Underneath the house, the old hunter smoked a cigarette sullenly, one after the other.

The woman in the room was crying.

"Sir, are you a youkai?"

"Sir, teach me to read, my mother said that only by studying can I be productive."

"Sir, do you think I'm right? Ha, I'll memorize it once, am I smart? ”

"Sir, sir, teach me to practice!"

"Why can't I learn, impossible, sir, I'm so smart, how can I not learn? I can't be wrong! ”

If he had taught him to practice back then, would he not have practiced the Yang God because of self-study, would the result be different?

For the first time, Shengqing had something he didn't want to know.

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