"Let's eat a steamed bun, it's fragrant. Li Yuqing walked to Ximentian's side and handed out a white-flour steamed bun.

Ximen Tian was still the same as a few days ago, silent, just looking ahead in a daze, his eyes straight. Since he woke up to the present, he has not eaten a drop of water, and he has not said a word.

"I didn't eat again, I hadn't eaten for several days. She really couldn't figure it out, why didn't this young man even look at such delicious white-flour steamed buns?

"It's weird. Li Yuqing shook his hand in front of Ximentian's eyes, and when he saw his wooden appearance, he couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Girl, grind the donkey, that kid is probably dumb. Li Laohan shouted in the room.

"Alright, Daddy. Li Yuqing jumped over again.

"How can you do it without eating?" she muttered as she walked, and the little autumn flowers above her head looked particularly beautiful.

How did she know that Ximen Tianke was a Daoxuan monk, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turning it into power, and he had already reached the realm of Bigu, and he didn't need to eat food at all.

Ximen Tian suddenly lowered his head, touched the cyan linen shirt on his body, and looked up at Li Yuqing's back, with a slight wave in his heart.

Li Yuqing grinded the donkey, took out the linen cloth, and embroidered it with colored thread stitch by stitch facing the sun, and a delicate flower gradually took shape.

"What's your name, or don't you have a name? She still took the trouble to ask, I don't know how many times she had asked in the past few days. Maybe it's because no one chatted with her before, and Li Laohan always went up the mountain to chop wood, and she was the only one who was weaving and embroidering at home. Now that there is one more person, of course she will not let go of such a good opportunity.

Ximen Tian turned his face sideways, watching the needle in Li Yuqing's hand go back and forth, and he was a little distracted for a while.

After a while, Ximen Tian smiled and shook his head.

This stupid girl, everyone else is embroidering on silk brocade, and it is the first time I have seen embroidering on linen. Although the embroidery is not very good-looking, it can be regarded as very careful.

Li Yuqing was concentrating on embroidering flowers, and seemed to notice that someone was looking at her, and gradually became a little uneasy.

When she finally couldn't help but raise her head to look at Ximentian, her eyes collided, and her clear eyes reflected Ximentian's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a deer in her heart.

Ximentian's eyes were a little uncertain, sometimes looking at the mountains in the distance, sometimes staying at the delicate flowers on the linen, and his mood was inexplicably much better.

At this time, Li Yuqing's face was already flushed, and she just lowered her head to embroider the flower, but she had already messed up the stitches, and there were a few more incongruous colored threads on the flowers, and her soul didn't know where to float.

"Ouch. Li Yuqing sighed, hurriedly sucked his fingers, and frowned slightly. A few drops of blood spilled onto the sackcloth shirt, slowly seeping through the gaps.

"Are you alright? Ximentian grabbed her hand, and a soft touch came from his fingertips.

The peasant girl's face became more and more blushing, she didn't put her hands there, she didn't retract it, and she didn't hear what the young man in sackcloth in front of her said in her distraction.

Ximen Tian blew lightly, and the aura instantly spread on Li Yuqing's fingers, just a trace of **, and the wound actually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Phew, what are you doing!" Li Laohan just came out of the house, just picked up a bunch of corn, turned around and caught up with this scene, and suddenly picked up the flat pole angrily and was about to hit it.

Ximen Tian didn't speak, and gently let go of Li Yuqing's hand, grinning at the corner of his mouth. Li Yuqing also quickly withdrew her hand and pretended to embroider.

Li Laohan looked at Ximen Tian stupidly, and couldn't help but be stunned, and then muttered a few words of scolding, and his anger disappeared a lot, and he turned around and went back to the house to cook.

"Thank you for saving me, you have to keep this matter a secret for me. A transmission sounded in Li Yuqing's ears, and when she looked around, Ximen Tian had already disappeared.

Since then, every household can see the busy figure of this young man.

After more than ten days, everyone in Xingshan Village got to know this young man in Mai who seemed to be loyal and honest.

"Aunt Hu, Aunt Hu?" Uncle Song, who was sitting in the sun at the door of the house, called out a few times.

"Old Song Tou, how can you have time to bask in the sun here today?" Aunt Hu was obviously in a good mood.

"Li Laohan's family picked up a young man, looking thin and thin, without any energy, I didn't expect to finish this piece of land in a while, and even He was almost beaten. Uncle Song was very happy. He is old, and he is a person, his physical strength is not good, he has no time to harvest rice, and the planting of late rice is delayed every year.

"No, a few days ago, I helped me get the soles of my shoes and knit a straw hat, and today I helped that family again. Aunt Hu picked up a broom and swept the dust in front of the door, and put her hand on the pergola to think about the busy Ximen Tian in the distance.

"Yuqing, is that stupid boy interesting to you, and came over to help you wash your clothes. Several little daughters-in-law by the river laughed.

"What nonsense? Li Yuqing's face flushed, and she just buried herself in the laundry.

"Look, you see, I'm not allowed to say it. It's obviously shy, and his face is red. The daughter-in-law of the Zhang family giggled, and the stick in her hand to knock on her clothes stopped.

In the shade of the trees by the river, the sound of women playing.

"Silly boy, take a break and drink some water. The village chief sat under the tree, and his eyes were on Ximen Tian, who was rising in the distance.

Ximen Tian wore a straw hat and raised his head with some difficulty, although it was early autumn, the sun of white flowers was still scorching, and bursts of heat waves came with the golden rice. In the eyes of everyone, the young man in Mai picked up a sharp scythe again, and reaped wantonly in the rice field like a divine help.

While sweating, cracks are also exposed in the rice fields, and the rice is placed in place in a regular manner. In the past ten days, he has not used any spiritual power, and he has been honing little by little by relying on the endurance he usually gains from practicing martial arts.

Ximen Tian wiped the sweat from his forehead casually, although his cultivation had not improved at all, but his heart was changing slightly in this countryside and fields.

War, intrigues, missions, hatred, pain. No matter how chaotic the Tang Dynasty is now, no matter how scattered the wives and corpses are scattered under the war. Everything before faded in Ximentian's mind, and he had gradually integrated into the life of Xingshan Village, like all the people, Morningside was desolate, and he returned with the moon and lotus.

"Hit He!" Ximen Tian stood on the ridge of the field and shouted loudly.

"This stupid boy knows everything. The sons of the village chief, who were sitting in the shade of the trees, laughed, picked up the barrels and walked to the rice fields, beating them vigorously.

The sound of "bang, bang, bang......" is slow and urgent, rhythmically rising and falling in the fields of the village.

Ximen Tian walked to the shade of the tree, took the fan from the village chief's hand, and fanned it alone.

"Son, what are you trying to do? "The village chief's beard is white, and he has a lot of experience in his life, but he can't understand the young man in front of him.

Ximen Tian didn't answer, but just smiled symbolically, and his heart was very peaceful.

The only thing he can't let go of now is his obsession with the people he loves dearest in this world.