A warm night with my auntie... I mean, after a night of talking, I went to the village where Longcheng and Anfengtang and others were set up early the next morning.
Dark Wind Hall, in the past people called 'the dark wind into the night, everywhere'. As long as it is the information that Anfengtang wants to investigate, whether it is the secrets of the palace, the treasures of the martial arts, or the secrets of the world, there is no way they can escape from their palms. This shrine is famous for its high mobility and high secrecy. Moreover, it is the one with the strongest survivability among the hundreds of halls of the Shenyue Sect. No matter what kind of danger, they will always come back in the largest number. This can only be seen by looking at the death and death of the other Tangkou who have been hunted down by the imperial court over the years, and they still have more than a dozen masters left behind.
But very few people know that the men in Anfengtang are actually far from being smart, and they can't even talk about being smart. What they are best at is actually being exceptionally patient and hard-working under the hands of some messy dog-headed boss. Just study hard.
"I heard that the XX of the White King Qiguan seems to be the illegitimate child of XXX, you go and find out about it."
"The grandsons of the Killing Alliance are too unethical. You can find out where their boss lives."
"The Yi Jin Jing in the Shaolin Temple is very famous. The bald donkeys in it don't come out every day, and I don't know if it's true or not. You go and get me that sutra."
"The old emperor's seat is very stable. I will make trouble for him, and I will steal the picture of the permanent troops in the capital. I will be a military advisor and personally direct this battle. What? Not enough people? Twenty people are all. Not enough? I'll send you the Dragon City Protector, make up twenty-one, will you?"
The Anfengtang, which was returned in such hellish Shura missions, has been tempered into the most survivable hall. The greatest thing about them is their perseverance and their ability to learn to survive in the face of adversity.
But now, these men, clothed with buns on their heads, wearing short jackets and shorts, are dressed so that they can go down to the fields with a hoe. Concentrate, listen to my teachings with bated breath, and greedily absorb the fountain of knowledge.
I was carrying something called a steel fork, serious and authentic.
"It's called a fork, also called a dung fork. It's used to pick up dung. Understand? Ah yes, it's used to fork cow dung... Who said cow dung is for flowers!
Not long after I arrived, I was surrounded by uncles with these problems. They live in seclusion as farmers in this village, but none of them can work, so I have to personally guide them.
There is an isolated farm on the Daluo Mountain. The people in it have not gone down the mountain for generations, but the spring sowing and the autumn harvest are no different from ordinary farming. When I was a child, apart from practicing Qigong, I also went to the village to play. I had never seen any kind of farm work, so I immediately became a qualified farmer teacher.
"This fork is infinitely useful. You'll know it when you really use it."
Several big men from Anfengtang gathered around, passed the steel forks to each other, touched the sturdy wooden handle, and sniffed the fragrance of the soil. The vision for the pastoral seems to be inadvertently aroused, and they all show a longing look, and they are even more amazed at the fork. Each person holds it in his hand for a long time and then passes it on to the next person as a treasure.
A man was very moved when he held it in his hand, and after a while he wondered: "Shen Zun, is this a real dung fork?"
"Of course, can there be fakes?"
"How can you see it?"
I waved my hand: "I borrowed it from Uncle Niu next door. I just saw that he hasn't washed it after using it. It really can't be more authentic."
"Damn it! I said why it's still hot! Who said it was earthy!"
The 'preachers' who were vying to pass it around were shocked and threw the treasures around. The smell spread faster and the room fell into chaos.
This group of grass bandits... It's hard to live as a farmer.
In the end, I took the lethal weapon back and said it seriously.
"In short, you have to learn to do farm work, otherwise you will definitely make others suspect. Besides, you will starve to death here sooner or later if you do nothing. It is not an easy thing to survive here."
"What is this doing?"
An awe-inspiring voice came, and Longcheng, who had been recovering in other rooms, strode out. Although he was seriously injured, his bearing did not diminish slightly. Long Hufa frowned at the dressing of his subordinates, his eyebrows were twitching, and he seemed to be forcibly suppressing his anger.
"God, what are you doing?"
"What to do? There's more."
I snapped my fingers and said, "First, I have to buy a cow, and then make a farming plan. I can buy new seeds in January and February. During this time, I will buy some chickens, ducks, geese, etc. to raise them. Ah, I love to eat elbows. , that pig, you remember to buy it too, pick the big one..."
"I didn't say that!"
Longcheng said angrily: "Shen Zun, why do we have to be farmers?"
Longcheng's face was serious, and his eyes contained a high degree of respect for me, but he also had the urge to shoot me to death. Anfengtang has a different position in his heart. If it wasn't me who asked them to farm, it is estimated that this man who sees the teachings above the sky will have to fight with me.
"The brothers used to live by licking blood with a knife, and they all came here. Even if you don't do these rough jobs, you can still live."
Longcheng is covered in wounds, and his body is covered with bandages. He doesn't even wear clothes at all. He is dressed in bandages and muscles. You tough guy is about to break through the sky.
"Do you also know that the brothers lived a life of licking blood with a knife? Then you still want everyone to continue? Why do we martial arts practitioners have to live a peaceful life?" I gave him a cold look, "Long Protector, you can still do it, is it like opening an underground arena like Kong Duan? Kidnapping the people? Or robbing the house, finding a place to hide, and becoming a grass-headed king for the bandits?"
Long Cheng was startled, his anger subsided, and he said bitterly: "This is not what my subordinates expected... But..."
"Farming and farming means being a down-to-earth person. Every sip of water you drink and every sip of rice you eat takes your time and your strength. What's the shame?" After a meal on the ground, the smell spread, and the startled group almost jumped up, and even a tough guy like Longcheng almost covered his nose.
"The Shenyue Sect has had a good time, but it has already failed. If you lose, you must admit it. The most important thing for you now is to save your life, not to use your wreckage to block the army of the imperial court. It is yours to survive. The top priority. Don’t think that there are many choices. Qilinwei has not relaxed the investigation of my teaching. If it wasn’t for Kong Duan, a high-ranking court official who concealed it, as long as you exert your martial arts, Xingzang will be exposed within three days.”
Longcheng was speechless by what I said, so he nodded reluctantly. I know he is still struggling, but this is not something that can be done overnight, it can only be resolved with time.
I threw the dung fork at a guy.
"In a while, Uncle Niu next door will teach you how to cultivate the land. Be polite to others, Protector Long, let's go out for a walk."
Longcheng nodded.
As we walked out of the farmhouse, it was almost noon, the sun was rising, the sun was slowly streaming through the thin clouds, the wind was blowing quietly, and everything seemed to slow down.
The quiet village looks more peaceful and comfortable under the winter sun.
This village is not too far from the capital, and I can easily go back and forth in half an hour with my feet. The folk customs here are simple, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. Although there are mostly farmhouses, there are also small traders and hawkers. As soon as you enter the village, you can smell the unique smell of cow dung mixed with straw and stir-fried shallot pancakes.
The two of us walked slowly, but I was fine, but Longcheng felt a strong sense of discomfort. It seems that Jianghu has lived too much in his life, and even a dark place like Feiyuntang is better than this place. Or, he has no way to classify himself as a normal person, so he can't stand the tranquility here.
Seeing his patience, I deliberately took him to spare him, and he looked more and more uncomfortable.
The atmosphere was very awkward at one time.
At this time, a farm house suddenly opened the door, and an uncle from the village, with a melancholy look in his eyes, stepped out of the door and poured a basin of water on the floor.
I flashed fast, but Longcheng was absent-minded, and immediately got wet from head to toe...
In the face of Longcheng's disgusting chicken, the village Han uncle snorted contemptuously and scolded: "Walking without eyes!" Then, without scanning his eyes, he slowly closed his eyes under Longcheng's astonished and speechless gaze. out the door.
I looked at Longcheng.
"… "
"… "
Then he burst out laughing in unison.
We laughed for a long time, we didn't even know what we were laughing, and Longcheng burst into tears.
Longcheng panted and said: "Shen Zun, you can still laugh when your subordinates have suffered like this."
"Dragon Protector is known to be incomparable. Who would have thought that you couldn't escape even a basin of water. Aren't you laughing yourself?"
"My subordinates didn't expect that... At this time, they could actually laugh, alas."
I patted his shoulder vigorously, and the tough guy almost cried out in pain.