Even if a disabled person wanted to become an ordinary person again, it would take a lot of effort.
Liu Shisui sat in the paddy field and thought silently.
His father ignored him and continued to plant the seedlings in silence. His back was very bent.
"Why are you still sitting there!"
His mother pulled him up from the field and hit him twice with tears in her eyes.
On the fourth day, Liu Shisui didn't go out of the house.
He woke up before the sun rose, washed up, and started to do arrow steps.
This was the entry-level martial arts of the Aoyama Sect.
He knew that he couldn't use this to cultivate again, but he thought it could help him recover his strength.
After a while, his forehead was covered with soybean-sized beads of sweat.
He knew that he was still very weak and couldn't force himself to continue, so he decided to rest.
During the rest time, he conveniently swept the small courtyard of his house.
On the fifth day, Liu Shisui continued to do arrow steps. When his clothes were soaked with sweat, he actually felt a little happy.
During the rest time, he went to the vegetable field behind the yard to pick some chilies and cabbages, then he washed them carefully.
His mother came back to cook. She rubbed her eyes when she saw the clean kitchen and vegetables.
On the sixth day, Liu Shisui also started to practice boxing, but different from when he was at the South Pine Pavilion, he didn't make any sound when he punched. It was very quiet.
He went to the vegetable field and picked some tender daylilies. When he returned to the kitchen, he saw a piece of pork and thought for a while before cutting it.
He rarely came back in the past few years in Aoyama, but he remembered Jing Jiu's words and sent a lot of money home, so the Liu family didn't have a hard time now.
His mother came back home and saw the steaming pot. She was stunned for a while, then she shouted out of the window, "You start the fire tomorrow. I'll help you cook more before coming back."
On the seventh day, besides squatting and boxing, Liu Shisui also started to run. In the backyard, he found that the eaves were damaged by last year's rainstorm.
After cooking, he roasted a grass carp and grabbed some salted vegetables. He carried the ladder to the backyard and worked for the whole afternoon.
On the eighth day, in addition to these things, Liu Shisui also chopped a pile of firewood. Just like when he was young, it looked very nice.
On the ninth day, he went to the fields. The planting season was coming to an end. If he didn't go now, it would be too late.
Father Liu did not say anything. He handed over a towel and indicated for him to wrap it around his neck. He did not know if it was to prevent the wind or the insects in the paddy fields.
Liu Shisui lowered his head and focused on his work.
The blue sky and white clouds in the water turned into a sunset. He raised his head and felt his back aching. Looking to the side, he realized that he had only done one-fifth of his father's work.
He was not in a hurry and thought that it would be better to take it slow. Moreover, he was very satisfied that the seedlings he had planted were very straight. No matter if it was horizontal or vertical, it was a perfectly straight line.
"Why are you poking it? You can't make a living just by looking good. "
Father Liu walked past him.
Liu Shisui laughed. Could it be that this guy was born too good-looking, so he pursued good-looking?
He subconsciously looked to the mountain road at the entrance of the village. There was no one.
In the following days, Liu Shisui was like a young laborer in the village, doing hard farm work. His body gradually recovered, and his face darkened again.
In the first few days, he would occasionally stand up from the fields and look at the entrance of the village, but no one appeared.
After that, he never looked at the entrance of the village again.
After the spring ploughing came the summer harvest, and after the autumn harvest came the difficult winter. It was boring to stay in the village, so they went to the mountains to look for prey.
Father Liu and Mother Liu had already accepted the reality. There was laughter in the house again, and the villagers accepted him again. Some people even wanted to be a matchmaker for him, but he declined.
He seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened in the past. Cultivating in Aoyama was like an unreal dream.
As he traveled through the mountains, there would occasionally be a few flashes of sword light in the sky.
He stopped and looked at the sky in Silence until the flashes of sword light disappeared. No one knew what he was thinking.
Not long after winter, it was spring again. Just like that, a year had passed.
The paddy fields were watered again, and the blue sky and white clouds once again covered the fields. The villagers were about to welcome the two most difficult days of the year.
In the evening, Liu Shisui used a hoe to dig up the soil, ready to fill the gap at any time.
He looked at the water in the fields and rubbed his waist. His ambition grew.
He thought that tomorrow, he would do more than his father, and he would be straighter than that guy.
"You used to be born with Dao quality, but now you have to work hard to become a farmer. How pitiful."
A cold and malicious voice came from behind.
Liu Shisui looked back and saw a man standing on a green tree.
The man was dressed in black and wore a strange-shaped hat. His appearance was ordinary, but his aura was extremely gloomy.
Liu Shisui didn't pay attention to him, turning his head around to continue.
"You are indeed a disciple of the Aoyama Sect. You are already in such a situation, but you are still so arrogant. You don't even ask about my background?"
The man in black said, "I am from the Mysterious Dark Sect."
Hearing this, Liu Shisui's hand holding the hoe tightened a bit.
The Mysterious Dark Sect was a famous deviant sect, and the orthodox sects represented by the Aoyama Sect had always been at odds with each other.
If a disciple of the Mysterious Dark Sect suddenly appeared in front of him, Liu Shisui wouldn't hesitate to draw his sword and fight him.
However, he didn't have a sword in his hand now, only a hoe. As such, he didn't do anything but keep on working.
The messenger of the Mysterious Dark Sect thought it was interesting.
This abandoned disciple of Aoyama didn't try to escape, nor did he attack bravely. It was as if nothing had happened.
"I like you, so I've decided to help you."
The messenger of the Mysterious Dark Sect drifted down from the tree and said to Jing Jiu, "Though your meridians are broken and your Sword Pill is destroyed, it doesn't matter as long as you are still alive. As long as you are willing to come with me, I can help you recover your strength. You don't need to pack your stuff. You can find everything on the Cold Mountain. This place is too close to Aoyama, so I don't want to be discovered by your former colleagues."
The Cold Mountain was a general name for the high mountains in the northwestern snowland of Chaotian, including Kunlun Mountain, Heavenly Mountain and Crow Mountain, and the headquarters of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
Liu Shisui still didn't pay attention to him.
The messenger of the Mysterious Dark Sect said with a cold expression, "I'll kill you if you keep behaving like this."
Liu Shisui knew that he was telling the truth. For the disciples of the deviant sects, killing was a casual thing to do.
"I know the reason why the devil fire can't be extinguished."
Liu Shisui put down the hoe and said to him, "If I want to continue my Cultivation this way, I have my own way."
The messenger of the Mysterious Dark Sect was startled.
He was certain that he had a way to help Liu Shisui recover from his injury and continue his Cultivation; otherwise, his sect wouldn't have observed him in secret for a whole year.
Yet, he didn't expect Liu Shisui to know the four words "the devil fire can't be extinguished", which was the key to that method.
"Since you know it's possible, why didn't you do it?"
He thought it was unimaginable.
For a crippled genius in Cultivation, wasn't it the most important thing for him to be able to resume his Cultivation? If it were any other Cultivation practitioner in the same situation as Liu Shisui, they would seize such an opportunity at all costs. Many of them would even kill their parents if they were asked to do so.
Why did Liu Shisui behave so calmly? He had been farming in this small village for a year and hadn't tried it at all?
"It's because it's the method of the deviant sects."
Liu Shisui spoke in a natural tone, as if he were talking about the most natural thing in the world.
How could a disciple of the orthodox sects cultivate the method of the deviant sects?
Well, he wasn't a disciple of Aoyama anymore, and he wasn't even a Cultivation practitioner, but he would still do it.
A farmer should also walk the orthodox path.
The messenger of the Mysterious Dark Sect stared at him for a long time and asked, "Are you stupid?"
Liu Shisui thought about it and said, "Maybe a little?"
"People like you are what I'm most afraid of in my life. You're so damn troublesome."
The messenger of the Mysterious Dark Sect turned around and left after saying this.
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