Zheng Guo, Qingfeng Mansion.

Aoki Prefecture.

Li House.

The night was dark.

On the third watch, Wei Tu pinched his biological clock, rubbed his sleepy eyes, turned over from the earthen kang, touched the black coat, walked to the stable outside, lit the lamp and began to mix the horses.

The smell of hay and beans mingled with the sound of chickens crushing eggs, and the half-sized black horse in the stable snorted merrily, arching the coarse cloth of Gong Weitu.

"When will the work of feeding the horses end, I am still a modern man......"

"It's hard to get out."

Wei Tu sat on the bluestone outside the stable, took out a dry tobacco pole from his waist, stuffed some sun-dried tobacco leaves into the brass tobacco pot, lit it with fire paper, and took a few puffs.

As two puffs of smoke came out of his nostrils, he leaned comfortably against the wall, his eyes half-narrowed.

In modern times, because his family has been strictly controlled since he was a child, he does not smoke or drink, let alone the dry tobacco smoked by the older generation.

But now he likes to smoke.

Without it.

It's a relief.

After pumping, most of the exhaustion of the body can be dissipated.

After waiting for a while, Wei Tu saw that the black horse had finished eating, so he knocked the cigarette stick a few times on the soft satin shoes on the soles of his feet, and then patted the dust on his buttocks, ready to wash and sleep.

Horses have no night grass and no fertilizer.

Li Zhai's horse had to be fed once every three watches, so he didn't dare to sleep to death when he slept before.

If you raise a good horse, you will definitely eat Master Li's hanging.

Drawing a bucket of sweet and cool well water from the well, Wei Tu took a few sips, filled his stomach to the slit, and then lifted the bucket and poured it over his shirtless body, enjoying the refreshment of the cool penetrating into the root of his tail.

Soon, strips of dirt rubbed off his body and fell to the ground.

"Am I so old? At only seventeen years old, he looks like a young man in his thirties. ”

When he was kneeling and washing his legs, in the yellow mud water of the wooden basin, Wei Tu borrowed the light of the stable to see his face clearly at the moment.

With a dark face, many wrinkles on his forehead that his peers should not have, and white hair on his sideburns, he looks quite old.

Only through those clear black and white eyes can you barely see that he is a teenager.

However, at this very moment-

The face in the basin has changed again, and Wei Tu's appearance has become a little older, from the vicissitudes of youth to a goosebump-haired old man.

See this scene.

Wei Tu was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and after a long time, he touched his face and lifted the wet hair that hung down to his shoulders, and saw that it was still black, so he was relieved.

"Did I read it wrong?"

Wei Tu was suspicious, re-opened the basin of clear water, and looked towards the water.

The scene on the surface of the water was exactly the same as what he was looking like at the moment.

But after a while, his countenance changed again, just like before.

The old man with goosebumps who looked like him reappeared.

This time, Waitu was not deterred, but carefully observed his own "unusualness" in the water.

A few breaths later.

The water ripples.

A golden purple light appeared at the center of the goosebump-haired old man's eyebrows, shining brightly.

At the same time, Weitu's eyebrows began to flicker with golden light.

A golden seal engraved with "late blooming" suddenly appeared in my mind.

"'Late bloomer'?"

Wei Tu was stunned.

In his previous life, he liked to read some Xianxia novels since he was a child.

I know that traditional culture has a fate.

The life in the dark determines a person's life, whether it is rich or noble, poor or cheap.

And the life grid that appeared in his mind at this moment was golden and purple, which was undoubtedly the legendary upper life.

It's just a pity that this proposition is a "late bloomer" and does not seem to be much better for his current poor situation.

As if sensing Wei Tu's thoughts, the golden seal shone brightly, turning into two lines of handwriting and floating in Wei Tu's mind.

"Destiny: Late bloomer."

"Attributes: Perseverance, success will be achieved."

"Perseverance will lead to success......"

The corners of Weitu's mouth twitched.

"There will be success" is too mysterious, and it is useless to wait for him to be a "late bloomer" when he is seventy or eighty.

When he was old, his teeth fell out, and even if he praised him again, he still couldn't even eat meat in his stomach.

Not to mention any sensual dogs and horses.

"Since there is a fate, then ...... Is there still a legendary immortal? Immortal, swimming towards the North Sea and twilight. ”

Wei Tu was secretly excited.

If this world can cultivate immortals and attain the Tao, his "late bloomer" life will not be a chicken rib, but a treasure.

"Although Qingfeng Mansion does not have immortals who open mountains to accept apprentices, there are martial artists who open a museum to accept apprentices and practice martial arts......"

"When these warriors were young, they relied on their blood and bravery, and they were brave and ruthless, but once they were old, they often died violently, and there were very few people who lived to the age of sixties......"

"However, the secret methods of martial arts are not all techniques for fighting and killing, and there is no lack of health skills, which can prolong life."

"Cultivating health skills, it is not good to fight bravely, and it is common for people to prolong their lives to seventy or eighty. The Miaoying real person recorded in the book practiced self-cultivation and lived to be more than 100 years old. ”

Thinking of this, Wei Tu made up his mind to find an opportunity to practice health preservation skills first, and then go to the Immortal Cave Mansion to learn from immortals.

With the blessing of the life of "great and late bloomer", as long as he persistently cultivates health skills, in his old age, this health skills will definitely play its due effect.

The life is long.

The possibility of him seeking immortality and attaining the Tao will increase.

As for the martial arts method of fighting, the world is peaceful at the moment, and it is of little use. Of course, if there is an opportunity, Weitu will also study hard.

He didn't practice martial arts before, in addition to being poor and rich in martial arts, there were three reasons.

First, martial arts are difficult, and without corresponding roots, it is difficult to achieve success.

The practice of health preservation is also because health maintenance is easy to get started and the threshold is not high.

The strength of the martial arts is limited, and those who practice martial arts can reach ten enemies who can be regarded as a martial arts powerhouse who praises one side.

Hundreds of enemies, thousands of enemies, that is already a legendary character.

Of the three, most of the warriors are idle people who do not do their jobs, and it is difficult to die well.

The warriors of Qingfeng Mansion are mostly swordsmen, holding the Hengshan knife that Hengshan Town fights, dismounting for farming, and getting on the horse for bandits.

"Tomorrow I will go to the second aunt first, the second aunt is the partial house of Master Huang, and the Huang Mansion hires a martial artist as a nurse, and the family may have health preservation skills......"

Back on the kang, Wei Tu pressed down the surprise of the cash finger, and after turning it over and over a few times, he finally fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion.

Morning.

The sky was bright.

Wei Tu got up to feed the horses and picked up a broom to clean the courtyard of the Li house.

When the Lord's house is about to get up,

He went to the kitchen to help the cook on the fire.

Feeding the horses and helping the yard is his day's work.

In the fifteenth year of Qing'an, that is, six years ago, his father Weibao sold him to the Li Mansion as a servant and became a tenant farmer.

But fortunately, after several years of hard work, Wei Tu learned the skills of raising horses from the old Liu Tou, and was successfully promoted from a tenant farmer to a new horse herd in Li Zhai.

As for Lao Liutou, he died of old age a few years ago.

The tenant farmer and the stableman seemed to be servants, but the former was bitter and tired, and had no wages, so the lord's family died.

As a skilled worker, the stables have a monthly salary and are in the same stove as the main family.

It's just a little worse in terms of eating.

The main family eats meat, and Weitu eats soup and water with meat.