Compared with the bloody storm that was about to be set off, Feng Mu's farmhouse was really calm. Although there are no green waters and green mountains, pavilions and water pavilions here, it has a unique simple charm.

The villagers all work at sunrise and rest at sunset, without the power struggle of the court, and away from the open guns and hidden arrows of the rivers and lakes.

It's evening again, but there is no sunset, and the sky is a little gloomy. Wrapped in the cold wind, the husband and wife walked home with hoes on their shoulders.

The peasant woman has an average appearance and a thin figure, and she does not have much superiority, so that when the man next to her walks beside him, she always has a feeling of nothingness.

Even though they already had a child, she still felt in her heart that this man did not belong to her. She often woke up in her sleep, because in her dreams she dreamed that her husband was covered in blood and she was gone.

Yes, covered in blood, just like the scene they first met.

The peasant woman was blown by the cold wind, and her body felt a chill, and she couldn't help sneezing, and the man immediately took off his short shirt and draped it over her.

The peasant woman looked at him with a complicated expression, she knew very well in her heart that this was not an ordinary person, why did he treat herself like this? This question had been thinking about it in her heart for many years, and she felt that this man should be tired of the killing of the rivers and lakes, so he wanted to live an ordinary life.

I thought I could live an ordinary life like this, and grow old. If it weren't for the mysterious man who came suddenly, their days would have been spent like this.

But she knew that her husband would leave sooner or later, and when he brought back the wounded child, she felt that he was bound to go away.

"I'm going to kill a chicken tonight. Let's make up for you. ”

The peasant woman said calmly, her eyes avoiding her husband intentionally or unintentionally, and the farmer smiled. said: "My body is very good, and it's not a New Year's holiday, why should I be so extravagant." ”

The hens that lay eggs are a great asset to them. Roosters that don't lay eggs will only waste food if they raise them, and they will sell them a long time ago.

The peasant woman frowned, and said a little stubbornly: "It's so decided, let's talk about it." It's not just you who eat, but our little guest?"

No matter how stupid she was, she could guess how important that child was. Otherwise, the husband would not have left suddenly and saved him from death.

The farmer took his wife's hand, smiled heartily, and said, "In that case." It's good to treat him well. Otherwise, it will really lose the friendship of the landlord. ”

The husband and wife walked in the cold wind and went to their humble wooden house.

After returning home, Xiao Min told her parents about Feng Mu beating the landlord's servant, and she also said good things for Feng Mu, saying that she appreciated his approach and asked her father not to blame him.

The peasant woman was helpless, offended the landlord's family, and their fields were taken back. Their livelihood problems are even more difficult to solve. However, Xiao Min's words reassured her again, because no more people came to retaliate. She wondered in her heart, but she no longer worried.

As long as her husband is still around, there is nothing she can't overcome.

After dinner, the farmer came to the room where Feng Mu was, and Feng Mu was still meditating and practicing. He couldn't cultivate in his sleep, so he could only honestly move cross-legged, and if he slacked off for too long, his martial arts would not advance but retreat.

"The ninjutsu I have mastered comes from Chidoriga-ryu, which is considered a first-class existence in Nara, but there are many schools of ninjutsu in Toei, and Chidoriga-ryu is not invincible. Ninjutsu originated from Middle-earth, but after the loss of Middle-earth, it was carried forward in Dongying, and there are many kinds of ninjutsu, such as the five elements, wind and thunder, birds and beasts, all of which can be used as part of ninjutsu. ”

Hearing the farmer's calm tone, Feng Mu slowly opened his eyes. The farmer lit the oil lamp, and when Feng Mu saw his serious expression, he asked, "Uncle, are you willing to teach me cultivation?"

The farmer nodded and said, "Sooner or later, it will have to be taught to people, and it will be difficult to bring it into the coffin and let this ninjutsu be lost, it will be too unworthy." Anyway, I didn't find any heirs who I liked, and I didn't want to hand it over to Xiao Min, so she was involved in right and wrong, so I simply passed it on to you, at least it was a good thing. ”

Feng Mu said gratefully: "Please rest assured, uncle, I will never abuse force and kill innocents indiscriminately, I only learn martial arts to protect the people I love, as well as those who are weak and kind." ”

The farmer nodded slightly, walked to Feng Mu's side, and whispered some tricks in his ear, Feng Mu listened carefully, nodding his head from time to time.

Remembering the mantra almost, the farmer asked, "How are your wounds?"

Feng Mu said: "Most of them are skin injuries, after these days of recuperation, thanks to the uncle's medicine, they have been so good that there is no big problem." ”

The farmer nodded, pondered for a moment, and asked, "If you are allowed to soak in the water for half an hour at this time, are you afraid?"

Feng Mu couldn't help but be stunned, not to mention that the weather is a harsh winter now, and he can't hold on to it even when he soaks a stick of incense. In this way, even if he does not freeze to death, he will be drowned.

Seeing that Feng Mu didn't speak, the farmer said with some disappointment: "If you want to cultivate the Thousand Bird Flow Ninjutsu, the first step is to hold your breath, you can rest assured, as long as you follow this cultivation method, there is no danger to your life." ”

"It's freezing cold, and I'm worried that my body won't be able to stand it. ”

"You can rest assured, I will naturally not let you go to the river to cultivate, but let you soak in the Great Ding, and make a fire below, you don't have to worry about the cold. ”

Listening to the farmer's faint words, Feng Mu was stunned, is there Dading? He couldn't help but imagine that picture in his mind, feeling as if he was cooking it alive.

Seeing that Feng Mu nodded and agreed, the farmer slowly left the room, followed by Feng Mu and came to the back mountain. The cold wind in the night was even more violent, blowing countless fallen leaves, and the two walked on the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

Outside a cave, the farmer reached out and plucked the dead vines and weeds outside, and then walked in slowly. Feng Mu followed behind him, and the more he walked, the more surprised he became, because there was a cave in the cave.

The farmer lit the oil lamps on the stone wall with a fire breaker, and several oil lamps illuminated the cave. Through the light, Feng Mu saw a huge stone tripod, and above the stone tripod was a jade belt-like mountain spring slowly pouring down. The spring water rushes into the stone tripod and rinses the stone tripod to the dust.

The farmer toe lightly, and at once ran in front of Shi Ding, he stood with his feet in the stream, and then with a loud shout, he picked up Shi Ding, which was full of water. Feng Mu was dumbfounded, this Shi Ding is a few hundred catties, plus it is full of water, and it can be picked up, this power is simply the reincarnation of Hercules.

The farmer carried the stone tripod to a stone platform, then took the dry wood from the cave and lit it under it. Watching him sprinkle the medicinal powder he was carrying into the stone ding, Feng Mu knew that this was a medicine that cooperated with cultivation, and just as he was out of his mind, the farmer suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Bang bang bang" several times in succession, the farmer hit Feng Mu's body, Feng Mu was suddenly attacked, defenseless, and was almost beaten to the point of being angry, and he was thrown into the stone tripod by the farmer in order to react. (To be continued.) )