From Xiguan to Lingshan, three thousand miles.

From Nanwu Village to Xiguan, three hundred miles.

If you control the sword, it only takes more than an hour, even if the spiritual power is not enough, you need to stop and rest from time to time, it will only take half a day at most.

If you walk, it will take eight or nine days.

If it is a person who has been abolished and cultivated, and the natal sword has been destroyed, it will take a whole month.

Returning to the small mountain village, looking at the bamboo forest and the pond that he hadn't seen for three years, Wei Boyang seemed to have regained some kind of strength, and his weak footsteps became stable.

Walking to the front of the small courtyard and looking at the half-closed wooden door, he hesitated for a long time before shouting: "Dad, I'm back." ”

At night.

Wei Boyang lay on the bed, tossing and turning, never able to sleep.

Through the thin earthen walls, the voice in the next room was clear, and the scolding with disappointment and anger had been replaced by long sighs.

If it weren't for Mother Wei's quick stop, and seeing that his body was really weak, Father Wei would definitely break the stick in his hand.

The next room was quiet for a while, and the cry of Wei's mother sounded again.

Wei Boyang looked at the roof and felt a little pain in his heart.

The natal sword was destroyed, the meridians were broken, and even after three full years, he was still in pain.

The only consolation for him was that, just like the last time he came back, his parents were in good health, their hair was black and white, and there were no wrinkles on their faces.

The next day, many villagers learned the news and came to Wei's house.

The village chief, who was already old, asked about the situation, and smoked the cigarette pouch and pot for a long time, and finally failed to say anything comforting, just patted Wei Boyang on the shoulder.

On the third day, Wei Boyang felt that he had almost rested and walked out of the house.

Now it was spring ploughing, and the farm work was heavy, so he wanted to help.

There is a distance from home to one's own field.

On the way, he saw many villagers, including familiar uncles and brothers, as well as unknown children.

Those children should have been born in the seven years of Qingcheng Mountain.

Whether it is a villager you know or a child you don't know, when you see him, you will subconsciously turn your face away.

When he walked past, people's eyes fell back on him, on his back to be precise.

The emotions in those sights are mixed, with mockery, contempt, and fear.

Wei Boyang could feel this and didn't look back.

When he came to his own field, he found that the water had been filled, and the water surface was very quiet, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, which was actually a little beautiful.

Father Wei was dividing the seedlings, and Mother Wei had just made two pots of mountain spring water and was about to go home to cook, and she didn't say anything when she saw him coming.

After receiving the seedlings from his father, Wei Boyang stepped into the paddy field.

His feet sank into the wet mud, he couldn't stand firmly, and with his weakness, he sat down on his ass.

Laughter rang out in the paddy fields not far away, and for some reason quickly disappeared, followed by scolding and crying.

The blue sky and white clouds reflected on the water surface scattered into fragments.

Wei Boyang sat in the paddy field for a while, and then remembered that he was already a waste.

Even if a wasted person wants to become an ordinary person again, it takes a lot of effort.

Wei Boyang sat in the paddy field, thinking silently.

Father Wei ignored him, and planted the seedlings silently, his waist bent very much.

"What are you still sitting for?"

Mother Wei pulled him up from the field and hit him twice, with tears in her eyes.

On the fourth day, Wei Boyang did not leave the house.

He woke up before dawn, washed up briefly, and began to squat and walk.

This is the introductory technique of the Qingcheng Sword School.

He knew that he would not be able to embark on the path of cultivation again with this, but he felt that it should help him recover his strength as soon as possible.

It didn't take long for beads of sweat the size of soybeans to appear on his forehead.

He knew that he was still weak and could not force his way on, so he decided to take a break.

During the break, he swept the small courtyard of the house by the way.

On the fifth day, Wei Boyang continued to squat and walk, and after his clothes were wet with sweat, he felt a little happy.

During the break, he went to the vegetable field behind the courtyard to pick some peppers and cabbage, and washed them carefully.

Mother Wei came back to prepare to cook, looked at the clean stove and vegetables, and rubbed her eyes.

On the sixth day, Wei Boyang began to practice boxing in addition to squatting and lunge, but unlike before, he didn't make any sound when he punched, and it was very quiet.

He went to the vegetable field to pinch a few handfuls of tender daylily, returned to the stove, saw a piece of pork, thought about it and cut it.

In the past few years in Qingcheng Mountain, he rarely came back, but after all, he was the senior brother of the younger generation of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and many people went back to take care of his hometown secretly, and the Wei family's current life was actually not sad.

Wei's mother went home and looked at the steaming steamer, and after being stunned, she shouted out the window: "You start burning the fire tomorrow, and I will help you make more and come back." ”

On the seventh day, in addition to squatting and practicing boxing, Wei Boyang started running, and found that the corners of the eaves were damaged by last year's rainstorm.

After cooking, he burned a grass carp and caught some pickles, and he carried a ladder to the back of the yard and jingled it all afternoon.

On the eighth day, in addition to these things, Wei Boyang also cut a pile of firewood, like when he was a child, and the pile was very beautiful.

On the ninth day, he went to the field, and the season for planting rice was coming to an end, and it would be too late if he didn't go.

Father Wei didn't say anything, handed over a towel, and motioned for him to wrap around his neck, and he didn't know if it was to prevent the wind or the insects in the paddy field.

Wei Boyang lowered his head and began to work, concentrating.

The blue sky and white clouds in the water turned into sunset, he raised his head, felt a sore back, looked to the side, and found that he was only one-fifth of his father.

He was not in a hurry, thinking that it would be good to take his time, and he was satisfied that the seedlings he planted were very straight, both horizontal and vertical.

"What are you doing with this? It's beautiful and can't be eaten as a meal. ”

Father Wei walked past him.

Wei Boyang smiled, thinking to himself, could it be that guy is just because he was born too good-looking, so he will pursue good-looking?

He subconsciously looked at the mountain road at the entrance of the village, and there was no one.

In the following days, Wei Boyang was like a young and strong laborer in the village, doing hard farm work, his body gradually improved, and his face turned black again.

In the first days, he would occasionally get up from the field and look at the entrance of the village, but no one appeared.

After that, he never looked at the entrance of the village again.

Spring ploughing is followed by summer harvest, and after autumn harvest is a difficult winter, staying in the village is boring, so go to the mountains to look for prey.

Wei's father and Wei's mother have accepted the reality, there is laughter in the family again, the villagers have also accepted him again, and some people are even ready to be a matchmaker for him, but he politely refuses.

He seems to have forgotten all the things that had happened, Qingcheng Mountain is a practice, like an unreal dream.

As you travel through the mountains, several sword lights occasionally appear in the sky.

He stopped and looked at the sky quietly until the sword light disappeared, not knowing what he was thinking.

Not far after winter, it was spring again, and the year passed like this.

The paddy fields began to be irrigated again, the blue sky and white clouds came to the fields and ridges again, and the villagers had to usher in the two most bitter days of the year.

In the evening, Wei Boyang picked up the dirt with a hoe, ready to fill the gap at any time.

He looked at the water in the field, rubbed his waist, and his ambition grew.

Tomorrow he thought he must do more than his father, and he must be straighter than that guy.

"It's pitiful that a former kendo genius is now working hard to become a farmer."

A cold, malevolent voice came from behind.

Wei Boyang looked back and saw a person standing on the green tree.

The man was dressed in black and wore a hat with a strange shape, his appearance was ordinary, but the aura he emanated was extremely gloomy.

Wei Boyang ignored him, turned his head and continued.

"It's worthy of being the apprentices taught by the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and they all fell into such a field, and they are still so arrogant, they don't even ask about my origin?"

The man in black said, "I'm from Qianchuan. ”

Hearing this, Wei Boyang's hand holding the hoe tightened slightly.

Qianchuan is the largest assassination sect in the Spirit Wilderness, and it has always been incompatible with the Zhengdao sect.

Before he put it forward, a person from the land of a thousand rivers suddenly appeared in front of him, and of course Wei Boyang would not hesitate to draw his sword at each other.

The problem is that now he has no sword in his hand, only a hoe, so he does nothing and continues to work.

The envoy of Qianchuan thought it was a little interesting.

This outcast of the Qingcheng Sword Sect did not pitifully try to escape, nor did he pounce bravely, as if nothing had happened.

"I like you, so I decided to help you."

The Qianchuan envoy floated down from the tree and said to him: "Although your meridians have been broken and your natal sword has been destroyed, it doesn't matter as long as you are alive, as long as you are willing to go with me, I can help you regain your strength, don't clean up your things, there is everything in the land of Qianchuan, this is too close to Qingcheng Mountain, I don't want to be discovered by your former comrades." ”

There are not many people in the world who know the land of a thousand rivers, and the messenger in front of him actually said it at will, it seems that his identity must be noble.

Wei Boyang still ignored him.

The Qianchuan envoy looked slightly cold and said, "If you do this again, I will kill you." ”

Wei Boyang knew that he was telling the truth, and for the people of the Land of Thousand Rivers, killing people was a very casual thing.

"I know the truth of your Qianchuan Soul Teasing."

Wei Boyang put down his hoe, looked at him and said, "If I want to continue my cultivation through this method, I have the means myself. ”

The envoy of Qianchuan was surprised.

He was very sure that there was a way to help Wei Boyang repair his injuries and continue his cultivation, otherwise the Land of Thousand Rivers would not have secretly observed for three full years.

But he didn't expect Wei Boyang himself to know that the four words of soul attraction and ignition were the key to that method.

"If you know you can, why don't you do it?"

He thought it was incredible.

Isn't it the most important thing for a discarded kendo genius to be able to embark on the path of cultivation again? If other cultivators were in the same situation as Wei Boyang, they would inevitably seize such an opportunity at all costs, even if they were asked to kill their father and mother, I am afraid that many people would do it.

Why did Wei Boyang behave so calmly, honestly planting in this small mountain village for a year, and never tried it at all?

"Because that's the way you cultivators."

Wei Boyang's tone was very natural, as if he was talking about the most natural thing in the world.

Disciples of the righteous path, how can they practice the exercises of the evil sect?

Well, he is no longer a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, or even a cultivator, but he will still do it.

Farmers should also follow the right path.

The Qianchuan envoy stared at him for a long time and asked, "Are you stupid?" ”

Wei Boyang thought for a while and said, "Maybe a little?" ”

"What I'm most afraid of in my life is people like you, I really want to know what your expression will be if you see Shen Yu standing in front of your door, and you are such a down-and-out appearance."

Leaving these words, the Qianchuan envoy turned to leave.