Yuliang Village is a very small village. The people living in the village are a little older, and there are not many young people. Therefore, every year when the farming is busy, the immortal king who is at the top of the dead will be invited to help.
This kind of commission that has nothing to do with Taoism will never be accepted by other immortals, but Xue Zhengyi and his eldest brother started from scratch and have been used to hard times since childhood. Not only could he not refuse these requests from the old tenant farmer, but he also took it seriously every time, and would send his disciples to fulfill them.
That village is not far from the summit of life and death, and it is said that it is not too close.
So Xue Zhengyi prepared two good horses for them. Chu nightning went down to the front of the mountain gate and saw the ink burning standing under a tall maple tree. At this time, it was late autumn, the layers of forest were getting dyed, the maple leaves were red, and the wind As soon as it is blown, the branches and leaves are full of frost and splendid like a brocade, like a red carp jumping.
The ink burned with a black horse rope in his hand, while the other white horse rubbed his cheek intimately. He was teasing them with a handful of alfalfa flowers. When he heard footsteps, he turned around and happened to be a few. A piece of red leaves fell down, and the ink burned in the leaves and looked up and smiled.
"Master."
Chu nightning's footsteps slowed down, and finally stopped on the last few steps.
The sunlight penetrated the lush foliage and soaked the moss-covered stone steps. He looked at the man not far away, perhaps because he had to do farm work. Mo Ran didn't wear the disciple's clothes at the top of life and death today, nor did he wear it. The white robe he wore when he came back.
He was dressed in a black cloth with gauntlets tied around his wrists. He couldn't be more simple, but he had a slender waist and long legs and broad shoulders. To the firm and tight chest muscles, the honey-colored skin rises and falls with the breath.
If it is said that Xue Meng's silver shining armor is called Ming Sao, it is the peacock opening the screen, and the ink burns like this. Honest man, never flirting, I know nothing but hard work.
"..." Chu nightning looked at him back and forth several times, and said, "The ink burns."
"Huh? What's wrong with Master?" The sturdy man asked with a smile.
Chu nightning was expressionless: "The neckline is so open, are you cold?"
The ink burned slightly, and immediately felt that the master was caring about himself, and he was very happy. He put the alfalfa back in the horse grass basket, clapped his hands, and ran up the bluestone steps three or two, standing tall and handsome in the night of Chu. In front of him, before waiting for Chu nightning to react, he caught Chu nightning's wrist.
"It's not cold, I've been busy all morning, but I'm actually very hot." He smiled indifferently, and took Chu Wanning's hand on his undulating chest. "Master, look, isn't it?"
Very hot.
The temperature of the young man's chest was very warm, accompanied by the heartbeat of the blood surging, and the eyes that were as bright as stars, Chu nightning felt a numbness in the back, and hurriedly shook off his hand, his face sank.
"Like what."
"Ah... Are you sweating?" Mo Ran would be wrong. He now thinks that Chu nightning doesn't like men. After all, the entanglement between himself and himself in the previous life was because of his unreasonable coercion. He didn't feel that Chu night. I would rather have something to do with myself, so I only take Master's displeasure as if I can't stand the sweat on my body.
Thinking that Chu nightning loves cleanliness so much, and doesn't like to be in contact with people, the ink can't help but be a little embarrassed, scratching his head and saying: "I was reckless for a while..."
If he looks carefully, he will find that the deep part of Ning Junxiu's neck is crimson late, and the glimmer of affection is covered under the lashes of Gao Leng's drooping eyelashes.
But he didn't discover it at the first moment, and Chu nightning would not give him another chance to notice. With his white shoes stepping on the slippery bluestone, he walked straight towards the black horse, turned over, mounted the horse, and moved smoothly in one go.
In the obscuring sunshine, among the red leaves all over the mountains and plains, he was dressed in white, riding on a high-headed black horse, turning his face to look down at the apprentice standing on the ground, his face like ice jade looked very reckless, still as sharp as ever. However, Elder Yuheng couldn't be more handsome.
"I'm leaving, hurry up and follow."
After speaking, the slender legs clamped the horse's belly, and riding the red dust, the horse sped away.
The ink burned in the same place, stunned for a while, picked up the half-fed alfalfa flower bamboo basket, tied the basket to the white saddle, and also turned on the horse, crying and laughing: "That black horse is my horse, teacher. How does Zun ride randomly... Master! Wait for me!"
The two galloped on their horses, and in less than half an hour, they came to Yuliang Village.
There are dozens of acres of paddy fields outside the village, with golden spikes rolling in and out. Thirty farmers are busy in the fields. Because there are not many people, young and old are all working, they are hunched over and holding hands. His trouser legs were wielding a sickle, and sweat dripped down his face, making him look very tired.
Mo Ran immediately went to the village chief, handed him the letter, and then he didn't say much, and went into the ground after changing the hemp shoes. He is strong and energetic, and he is a cultivator, so it is not a problem to cut some wheat. After working for a long time, I had already cut off two large fields of rice.
The golden ears of rice are piled on the edge of the rice fields, and the sun is shining, full of the fragrance of grains. In the mountains and plains, the sound of the rustling of the sickle of the farmer rang out, and the eldest girl sitting on the ridge, busy picking up the ear, sang the farm song leisurely.
"The sun is setting and the red flowers are shining, the four mountains are red, and the red flowers are paired with peonies. Sing a love song, like a red fan, and ask the lover, the hydrangea flowers are round. I am pulling the belt of Lang, and when will I come? I don't have time today. , I have to chop wood tomorrow, and I will come to my little sister's house later."
This soft melody and shy lyrics swayed out of the mouth of the peasant girl unintentionally or unintentionally, swaying between heaven and earth, and fell into the hearts of the listeners.
"I don't have time today. I have to chop wood tomorrow. I'll only come to my little sister's house the day after tomorrow."
Chu nightning did not go to the ground, holding a tank of hot water leaning against the tree to drink, listening to this song, a pair of eyes chasing the black diligent figure in the distance, his mind fluctuated, the water dripped from his throat, and it seemed that there was no flow into the stomach, but instead gurgled into the chest, a burst of heat.
"Vomi's Voice." After drinking the water, he coldly commented on four words. Go and return the jar to the village chief.
The village chief looked at him hesitantly.
Chu nightning was a little irritable and asked: "What's wrong?"
"...Xianjun... can't go down to the ground?" The old village chief was an upright man. Since he asked, he answered tremblingly, his white beard trembled and his white eyebrows wrinkled, "Xianjun...is here to oversee the work. ?"
"… "
Chu nightning felt so embarrassed for the first time.
go down...
Didn't Xue Zhengyi tell him that he just had to watch the ink burn and work hard? Do you really want him to go down
... he won't! !
Helpless, the old village chief was still looking at him, and even a few young children and old women next to him also raised their heads and glanced at this well-dressed man.
Tong Yan Wuji, there is a child with a bun that asks crisply, "Ama Ama, this Taoist elder brother is dressed in such a white dress, how can he get off the ground?"
"His sleeves are so wide..." another child muttered.
“The shoes are also very clean…”
Chu nightning was said to be thorn on the back, so awkward. He stood in place for a while, but he really didn't have the face to go on like this, so he picked up a sickle and went into the paddy field without taking off his shoes. The slippery mud immediately wrapped his feet, and the cold stagnant water reached his ankles. Department, Chu nightning tried to take two steps, the greasy feeling made people frown, and tried to slap the sickle twice, but unfortunately the force always made it wrong, and the cut was clumsy.
"...Pfft, this Daochang elder brother is so stupid." Two children held their cheeks and saw his actions under the mulberry tree, laughing at him like this.
Chu nightning: "..."
Most of his face was darkened, and he no longer wanted to be too close to these people. Chu nightning struggled to maintain a calm gait in the quagmire. .
He was going to take a sneak peek at how the ink burned.
If there is a three-person line, there must be my teacher, and he is going to steal the teacher.
For the matter of tenants, Mo Ran is obviously much more skilled than Chu Wanning. I only saw that under the scorching sun, he bent over, raised his knife and fell, and once he was put down from the golden rice ear, he fell softly and softly on his wide side. 's arms. He first held the harvested rice in one hand, holding a full bundle, and then threw it into the bamboo basket behind him.
When he did these things, he was very serious. He didn't see Chu Wanning coming, but he was honest and diligent with his soft eyelashes. There was a blurry shadow on his high nose, and sweat dripped down his cheeks. There is an almost wild aura about him, hot and wild, dull and passionate. Under the sun, his skin was like burning copper and iron, with astonishing sparks, as if it was still hissing with the sweltering heat of the sword-forging pool, so bright, so splendid.
Chu nightning admired for a while, suddenly realized what he was doing, immediately frowned and shook his head, muttered something, and continued to walk forward with a straight face.
He's going to steal the teacher!
He wants to see how the ink-burning hand holds the sickle, and how the falling arc should be inclined. Why is the rice as hard as iron wire in his hand, but in the ink-burning palm, the bundles become weak and boneless. Girl, willingly leaned into his arms one after another.
Probably staring too intently, Chu nightning didn't notice that there was a frog under his feet jumping up with a "squeak" and stomping on the ridge.
Chu nightning was taken aback and hurriedly closed his feet to avoid it, but the paddy field was too slippery.
"brush!"
Seeing that his face was about to be buried in the mud, Chu nightning did not care about casting spells, but subconsciously pulled the busy figure in front of him.
The singing voice of the yellow flower girl gradually became charming: "I'm pulling Lang's belt—when will I come—"
Coincidentally, Chu nightning suddenly grabbed the ink-burning belt, staggered forward a few steps, and then fell into a fiery, masculine broad chest, a pair of strong arms surrounded him.
The author has something to say:
Female Assist: My chapter is already online, really.
Ink burning:... uh... is that frog
Female assists: Goodbye.