Three quarters later, the boy opened his eyes again, took off the dried clothes from the branches and put them on, looked at a certain mountain peak that had disappeared into the clouds and mist in the distance, turned around and walked down the river.
Compared with when he came out of the lake, his steps became much more stable, as if he had learned to walk, or got used to this body.
There was fog on the bank of the stream, but fortunately there were no rocks, so it was not difficult to walk. It didn't take long for him to walk out of the mountain along the stream and came to a village.
The farmer loosening the soil in the field, the old man pulling the hay with a cart, the woman delivering food to the middle of the mountain, and the children playing under the big tree at the entrance of the village all gradually stopped their movements and stood in place.
The boy in white walked towards the village.
The hoe in the farmer's hand fell to the ground, almost hitting his foot.
The pipe fell from the old man's mouth, and the hot donkey that pulled the cart let out a cry of pain.
The woman tightly held the rice urn in her arms, but her mouth was wider than the urn's mouth.
The children suddenly dispersed, shouting and running around the village, one of the little girls burst into tears.
The boy in white stopped in his tracks, not understanding what was going on.
The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and the people in the mountain village gathered at the entrance of the village, with expressions of awe and tension on their faces.
Led by an old man, the villagers knelt on the ground awkwardly, shouting unevenly: "Greetings, Lord Immortal Master."
The expression of the boy in white remained unchanged. Many years ago, he would occasionally walk in the mortal world. He had encountered such scenes many times.
But he soon discovered something strange, why could these ordinary villagers recognize their true identities
There is no answer to this question, because he did not ask, and the villagers naturally would not answer.
The villagers looked at him with great enthusiasm, but also with a little timid expression, just like looking at the plaque on the county government office.
Being stared at by dozens of eyes like this, the boy didn't panic, and after thinking about it, he said, "Hello."
"Hello Master Immortal!"
It was still the old man who took the lead, and the villagers responded eagerly.
It's like some sort of ritual.
The villagers saluted again, and some children who couldn't react in time were spanked twice by their parents.
Those children who were born didn't cry, but just stared at the boy's face, their eyes widened, as if they were looking at the rarest candy in the world.
It was quiet, and the big tree swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.
None of the villagers dared to speak, and maintained the most respectful posture, standing slightly bowed.
After an unknown amount of time, the boy in white suddenly said, "I want to live here for a year."
The old man was very surprised, he couldn't believe his ears, and the villagers were also stunned, wondering what the immortal master meant by this
Seeing everyone's reaction, the boy in white searched in his memory, and remembered something again. It seems that money is a very important thing in the world.
He stretched out his hand in front of the old man, with dozens of golden leaves in his palm.
Normally, when these villagers saw these golden leaves, they would probably pass out with excitement, but at this time they just glanced at them, and then looked at the boy in white.
In their eyes, the boy in white clothes is much more beautiful than these gold leaves, and how can these gold leaves be taken
"It is our blessing that the immortal master is willing to stay."
The old man said with some anxiety: "It's just that the cold village is poor, and I really can't find a place where the immortal master can clean up."
The boy in white didn't know how many things the old man had thought about in such a short period of time, and what the villagers were thinking about.
Of course, he didn't care, he only knew that the other party should have agreed to his request, his eyes swept across the villagers, and finally fell on a little boy.
The little boy was born dark, very strong, with an honest expression, giving people a very simple and honest feeling.
"Where do you live?"
The boy in white looked at the little boy and said.
The little boy froze for a moment, but didn't react until he was slapped hard by his father beside him.
"Genwa, why don't you hurry up and lead the fairy master!"
The old man shouted anxiously.
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In a yard on the west side of the mountain village, the room is a little dark.
The little boy followed his father's warning on the road, respectfully saluted the boy in white, and prepared to leave.
The boy in white suddenly asked, "Name?"
The little boy stopped and said, "Liu Baogen."
The boy in white was silent for a while, then asked again, "Age?"
The little boy said, "Ten years old."
"Baogen doesn't sound good."
The boy in white said, "From now on, we will be called ten years old."
The little boy stroked the back of his head.
From then on, he was Liu Shisui.
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After leaving the yard, Liu Shisui was immediately surrounded by people from the village.
The old man asked with concern: "What orders does the immortal master have?"
Liu Shisui said in a daze, "He asked me my age... and gave me a name."
The old man was slightly startled when he heard the words, but the little boy's parents were overjoyed and kept rubbing their hands together.
Liu Shisui didn't like the new name, and said aggrievedly, "How can there be such a strange name."
Father raised his hand and was about to hit him, but suddenly remembered the fairy master in the room, so he forcibly endured it.
The old man taught: "What kind of blessing is it to be given a name by an immortal master. Ordinary people can't ask for it, so you can't talk nonsense."
Liu Shisui suddenly thought of the last few words he said in the room, and hurriedly said, "But he said he is not a fairy teacher."
The villagers were a little puzzled, thinking what else could that person be if he wasn't an immortal master
"I look at him a bit like a fool."
Liu Shisui said honestly, "He still wants me to teach him."
The old man hesitated and asked: "What does the immortal master want you to teach him?"
Liu Shisui said: "Make the bed and fold the quilt, wash and cook, chop firewood and farm, um, that's all, I remember a word correctly."
The villagers were very surprised, thinking that even if they don't know how to do these things, could it be that the person in the house is not a fairy teacher, what a fool? "
But the old man laughed and said: "In Daqing Mountain, the immortal master has his own sword boy to serve him, drink syrup, eat fairy fruit, how can he do these things."
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In the next few days, the immortal master who lived in Liu's house became the center of all attention and discussion in the small mountain village.
The villagers accepted the old man's statement very naturally, and firmly believed in the identity of the immortal master.
The only thing they didn't understand was why the immortal master didn't go back to Daqingshan, but stayed in this small mountain village, and asked the little guy from the Liu family who had accumulated blessings for eight lifetimes to teach him to do these things.
Liu Shisui, who was envied and even envied by the villagers, didn't understand why some people couldn't do such a simple thing
That night, he began to teach the other party how to make the bed, because the other party needed to sleep.
In the early morning of the next day, he had to teach the other party how to fold the quilt.
Then he discovered that the other party had never done such a thing before!
When he found out that the other party couldn't do those other things, he was really stupid.
"Don't pour out the rice when pouring water!"
"Don't cut the firewood too thin, it won't burn!"
"No fish scales, no gills, and those black ones..."
"One knife on the left, one knife on the right, don't cut it, the coir raincoat will come out, right right."
"That's not a sweet potato, it's a cold melon... Put it down quickly, Mom doesn't like to eat that."
"Don't go too deep!"
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Before Liu was ten years old, he read in the book that he could not distinguish the five grains, and that he could not move his limbs. He never believed that such a person really existed in the world.
Until he met the boy in white.
But nine days later, he began to doubt his own thinking again.
Because the white-clothed boy learned everything he taught in just nine days.
On the first day, the boy in white learned how to make the bed and fold the quilt, cut firewood and boil water.
The next day, the boy in white learned some more complicated housework, and the windows in the small courtyard of Liu's house were cleaned, as if they were newly born.
On the third day, the boy in white started to cook. After a few glances, he learned how to kill a chicken and cut up a fish, cut onions and peel garlic.
The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day...
On the ninth day, the sun rose as usual. The boy in white cut some bamboo and made a reclining chair, which was even better than the craftsmanship of the old bamboo craftsman.
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Now, the coir raincoat cucumbers cut out by the boy in white can be stretched to two feet long, and the thickness of each piece is exactly the same. As for the firewood he cut out, it is even more beautiful than description.
It was obviously the same stream, the same rice, the same potatoes mixed in, and the same stove and iron pot, but the rice cooked by the boy in white was more delicious than all the rice Liu Shisui had eaten.
The boy in white even rebuilt the courtyard walls in the small courtyard, and the corners of the eaves that had been in disrepair for a long time were neatly repaired, as if they were new.
Liu Shisui found it difficult to doubt the identity of the other party.
Besides the immortal master, who can do such a thing
And he didn't see the boy in white wash his clothes.
He didn't understand why after doing so many things, that white dress was still so white, like the best rice.
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(Suddenly thought of the little garlic peeling girl who wears a white sable in the Northeast...)