Standing under the paulownia tree, Liu Jie waited quietly.
The people here were preparing things for Liu Jie with great joy, gratitude and a little caution.
The people were always simple, and they used the simplest actions to express their gratitude. In addition, they sent some of the best low-level spiritual fruits and mountain springs in the village to Liu Jie. Many people were reluctant to eat them.
Liu Jie looked at these careful people and took the things with a smile. The people immediately smiled brightly.
After traveling almost the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou and experiencing a series of failures, Liu Jie was actually very tired. This kind of tiredness did not come from the soul or the heart, but... from hope!
When hope begins to tire, the whole person will sink into the mire. This was the case with Liu Jie in the past; if it weren't for the enthusiastic Gongshu Mingke he met on the road, Liu Jie would have even given up.
But when he stopped and came to this small town, Liu Jie seemed to have gained something else.
Different from the intrigue and hypocritical smiles of the kings and officials, the smiles of the common people are pure and brilliant. They may not have gorgeous clothes or beautiful decorations, but their smiles are the purest.
Those smiles seemed to infect Liu Jie. Standing under the sycamore tree, Liu Jie felt something else for the first time, something beyond his hustle and bustle and thoughts:
The cool breeze, the fragrance of flowers and plants, the rustling of sycamore leaves, and the sound of birds singing in the distance; everything is so beautiful. Also, in the distance, there are the cheerful smiles and voices of the teenagers, as well as some chickens, ducks, cats and dogs that are being chased by the teenagers and have no choice but to go somewhere.
A slightly yellowed sycamore leaf slowly fell, and Liu Jie looked up at the dense sycamore trees above his head; a gust of wind blew, blowing up Liu Jie's seemingly gray hair, which came into Liu Jie's eyes.
Liu Jie was stunned for a moment, then realized: "I have been running around for hundreds of years? Perhaps it is time to stop running around and take a closer look at this world."
A sense of enlightenment arose in Liu Jie's heart, and his tired soul was sublimated under the paulownia tree. The cultivation that had been suppressed for hundreds of years suddenly began to revive, and a majestic vitality emerged in his body.
Liu Jie's hair turned black and thick at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sycamore tree beside him was also enveloped by Liu Jie's aura. After autumn, the sycamore tree actually sprouted new buds and bloomed flowers.
This miraculous change stunned the simple people here, and many of them even knelt down.
Only the village elder in the Nascent Soul stage saw this and immediately stopped the people from making noise and waited quietly.
After a while, Liu Jie slowly withdrew his gaze from the distance, and the village elder immediately stepped forward and said, "Congratulations, senior, on your great progress in cultivation."
Liu Jie smiled and said, "Thanks to your good fortune. So, I will preach here for three days. If there are any outstanding performances within these three days, I will consider accepting them as my disciples."
The common people and teenagers were ready, and Liu Jie opened the "Tian Ren Tong Yi" and began to explain. At this time, Liu Jie was not facing a king or a noble, nor a master or a sage, but some ordinary villagers. In addition, Liu Jie had just gained some insights, so he started from the basics and explained it comprehensively.