Lu Ming and the holy woman glanced at each other, and through Xiao Yun's mother's words, both of them vaguely felt that they did know each other, and through her description, and the two were placed on the same kang, it seemed that what Xiao Yun's mother said was true.

Lu Ming and the Holy Maiden were all seriously injured after the fierce battle, and then fell from a high altitude, soaked in the river, the injuries had deteriorated, if it weren't for their high physical fitness, and the addition of true qi, and being rescued and healed by the old man in time, they didn't die, otherwise they would not die, and they would most likely become the feast of the beast.

After two people lose their memory, their brains are like two blank sheets of paper, and what others say, except for some instinctive judgments, can almost determine what it is.

At this moment, the saint looked at this man who would not let go of death and wanted to be with her, and a ripple rippled in her heart, and the bursts of emotion were like a flooding tide, out of control.

The saint leaned over, hugged Lu Ming gently, pressed her delicate face to his chest, and listened to his heart.

Lu Ming naturally felt the saint's mood, and he raised his injured right hand and gently cared for her back, comforting her.

In this way, the two opponents who had fought for life and death before, after losing their memory, hugged each other again.

"Lose your ......" Xiao Yun scratched her face with her pink fingers, and spit out her little tongue from time to time.

Xiao Yun's mother blinked, picked her up with a smile, and walked out of the house, leaving the space for the two young people. Perhaps, they will remember something.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. The two hugged each other like a beautiful statue, and against the backdrop of the clay kang and quilt, they were a real couple.

However, there will always be a time when the silence will be broken, and as soon as the old man's sturdy steps step through the door, the two of them will be separated in an instant, and they will be a little flustered with each other.

The old man had a smile on his face, it seemed that he had gained a lot, he walked to Lu Ming's hut, knocked on the door, and walked in. Say, "Kid." Until you find a home, you can live in this room for as long as you want, but you plan for the long term. I just went to the village chief and asked for a piece of land for you. It's not far from my home's land. And I have a buffalo at home, which is very convenient to grow and wait until the autumn harvest. The two of you will have a year's worth of food, hehe......"

When it comes to the harvest season, the old man's eyes are smiling, and he can see that food is very important. And the old man could also see that the two of them had nowhere to go, and his actions were undoubtedly very kind, so Lu Ming said movingly: "More old people." ”

The old man waved his hand, and then asked them to rest first, and then go over to farm in two days, otherwise they would miss the season and would have to wait for the next season.

In this way, in the next few days, Lu Ming followed the old man, learned to plow the fields, sow seeds, and lived a dull but unprecedented fulfillment.

Lu Ming felt that he had inexhaustible strength, but he didn't know how to use it, and inadvertently damaged a few iron farm tools, and the corners of the old man's eyes twitched, it was a real iron guy.

The land was planted, but Lu Ming's mood was not much better because of this, because the crops he planted had not yet grown, but the old man's granary was shrinking rapidly, so Lu Ming refused to accept the grain received by the old man.

The old man persuaded him a few times, saying that it was okay to harvest the food, but Lu Ming said that he would not say anything, the old man shook his head and sighed, although this child had amnesia, but he could see that he was also very strong before.

A few days passed, and the crops also grew seedlings, Lu Ming carried a hoe to remove weeds, loosen the soil, and let the crops grow faster and better, but it was still very far from maturity.

Lu Ming found that there would be no quick harvest when farming, so he learned from the old man to pick up the firewood knife, and went to chop firewood with the old man every day, and then sold it together, but every time he went out of the mountain, all the firewood was carried by Lu Minglai.

Now Lu Ming doesn't know the concept of money, he only knows that the family must have enough food to live, and help the old man carry firewood, but he can now give the old man a little return, although this is a drop in the bucket compared to the life-saving grace, but now it can only be like this.

In the past few days when the old man and Lu Ming were chopping wood, he found out that this child would always be in a daze with this tree, and he would have to look up and down for a while before cutting it down, and he only needed one knife for the thigh-thick tree, and his old antique-like firewood knife would not be damaged at all.

"What strength!" exclaimed the old man.

Lu Ming didn't know why he felt a little intimate and familiar when he saw the big tree, but he couldn't remember what was going on.

The old man sighed, shook his head helplessly, and in the next few days, he suddenly found that every time Lu Ming finished chopping firewood, he would bring back a piece of wood that looked very good, and then Lu Ming would use a firewood knife to sharpen, at first it was indiscriminately sharpened, and one day later, he actually cut out a wooden sword.

The old man is even more helpless, because this kind of thing is almost always done by teenage children, and older children are out of this period.

However, every time Lu Ming sharpens the wooden sword, he feels very comfortable and smooth, especially when the sawdust falls off and the wooden sword gradually reveals its shape, he is even more comfortable, it is a completely indescribable feeling, so Lu Ming sometimes doesn't know how many wooden swords he has cut out in a day.

Gradually, Lu Ming's skill in cutting wooden swords was known by many children, so every day when Lu Ming came back from chopping wood, he would gather seven or eight children, waiting to watch Lu Ming cut out the wooden sword, ask for one, and then go to play.

The old man found that Lu Ming's speed of sharpening the wooden sword was getting faster and faster, and each one would be smoother and more delicate than the last, and whenever he finished sharpening, he would continue to look at the wooden sword repeatedly, except for planting and cutting wood, the rest of his time was almost spent on this. Not only did the object of this child not care, but sometimes he would stay by his side, staring at the wooden sword in a daze.

However, time has passed, and it is not a way to go on like this. The old man thought thoughtfully: "Since they can't find a home, then let's give them a wedding and let them have lovers and eventually become married." ”

When the old man returned home, he immediately agreed with everyone, and the people in the village got the news and took out fish, meat, vegetables and fruits from their homes, and a wedding was simply promoted.

When Lu Ming came back from the mountain, he was still carrying a few pieces of wood in his hand, and several young people immediately surrounded him and coaxed: "The groom, if you don't hurry home, the bride will run away with someone in a while!"

"Groom, me?" Lu Ming was stunned.

"Yes!" said a sturdy young man: "The third master has prepared a wedding for you, so that you can live a good life here in the future, give birth to a baby as soon as possible, and add a strong man to the village chief." ”

"Oh. Lu Ming nodded, in his opinion now, since that woman was his lover, it was natural for him to get married.

When Lu Ming walked to the door of the third master's house, he saw that a banquet had been set up in the courtyard, and the dishes placed on it were also unprecedentedly rich, and a large jar of old wine was placed in the middle of the courtyard, and the drinkers wanted to serve the wine by themselves.

Through this period of contact, Lu Ming knew that this was because the village was not rich, and wine was definitely a luxury, and when there was a happy event, it was inevitable that some people would be greedy for a cup, so the drinker could still hold the wine in front of everyone, which showed that there was no greedy cup.

The rules are simple, but practical.

And the small room where he lived was already covered with a red cloth at the moment, the window was pasted with the word Xi, and the two sides of the door were pasted with Xilian.

Lu Ming smiled, very happily, he had nothing, but the people in the village treated him very seriously.

The saint has a new look at this moment, bright red from the inside out, with a hijab on her head, several little daughters-in-law laughing in her ears from time to time to explain something, she nodded lightly, but she lowered her head lower and lower.

Lu Ming didn't have this treatment, he only put a strip of red cloth on his shoulders, and it was over.

The population in the mountains is sparse, and the villages are far apart, and marrying a daughter-in-law is a matter that only comes once in a few years, so all the old and young of these dozens of families rushed over, and everyone gathered together to pray for the newlyweds, and they were happy.

Worship heaven and earth, hand over a glass of wine, send a cave room, the rules are not falling, but they are extremely simple. If everyone in the Sword Hall knew that the Holy Maiden had married like this, I am afraid that they would not believe it if they were killed one by one. And if Lu Tianlin, who was far away in Tiandu City, knew that his son had married a daughter-in-law, I am afraid that Huile's heart would bloom, after all, he had arranged a maid like Qing'er for Lu Ming, and this kid would not be enlightened.

But in this simple mountain village, everything is so simple, it seems to be a matter of course.

In the cave room, the saint sat silently on the edge of the kang, half-bowing her head, and a red hijab covered most of her delicate face, but judging from the exposed chin line, it would definitely make people's eyes shine.

Lu Ming, who was sitting next to her, put his hands on his knees, looked at a wooden sword placed in the corner of the wall, and thought thoughtfully.

The room was extremely quiet, only the dancing flames of red candles kept shining, showing their vitality.

Click......

An extremely light sound came, and Lu Ming's ears moved, and he immediately recognized that it was the sound of someone stepping on a broken branch, and it was in the back window of his room.

Lu Ming frowned, and instinctively got up to get the wooden sword, but the holy woman grabbed him and said shyly, "This ...... This one... The eldest sister in the backyard told me that tonight ...... Someone will come to the room..." (To be continued......)