The green seedlings stretched their waists, and the distance between each seedling was exactly the same. It was perfect.
No matter from which angle, the seedlings formed a straight line. Even the shadow of the water was the same.
Even the best farmer in the village couldn't do this.
Seeing this, Liu Shisui couldn't close his mouth for a long time.
The breeze blew, and the seedlings moved up and down. It was beautiful.
The young man in white stood on the ridge and nodded slightly. He was satisfied with his method. He turned around and walked back. He lay down on the bamboo chair and closed his eyes.
Liu Shisui looked at the sky and said, "Young master, do you want to chop wood next?"
Because the young man in white didn't admit that he was an immortal master, the villagers decided to call him young master after a discussion.
"Let's stop here," the young man in white said with his eyes closed.
Liu Shisui didn't understand what he meant and asked, "Or do you want to cook first?"
The young man in white ignored him.
Liu Shisui finally understood what he meant, but he didn't understand why he changed his mind so quickly.
"I just want to learn, but I don't like it."
The young man in white said, "Even if turning into a mortal is reasonable, it's not suitable for me."
Liu Shisui didn't understand, so he asked, "Why?"
The young man in white said, "Because I'm lazy and not good at it."
Liu Shisui was a bit excited and asked, "Then what are you good at, young master?"
According to the rumors in the village, the immortal masters in Aoyama were immortals who could attract thunder with a wave of their hands and fly swords into the sky.
The young man in white said, "Cut."
Everything in the world had a weak point.
What he was best at was finding those weak points and cutting them.
For example, magic weapons, mountains, or something else.
Liu Shisui didn't expect to hear such an answer. He was a bit disappointed and scratched his head, "No wonder you can cut vegetables so well."
The wind blew, and a leaf floated down. The cut was very smooth, as if it was cut by a real sword.
A cicada chirped.
This should be the first cicada chirping in the village this year.
The young man in white opened his eyes and looked at the mountains hidden in the clouds.
Liu Shisui picked up the fallen leaf, looked at his profile, and asked, "Young Master, what is your name?"
The youth in white was quiet for a while, then said, "Jing Jiu."
"Jing Jiu?"
"Well, ninth."
"Well, as in 'well water does not interfere with river water', and 'Jiu, as in' nine out of eight out of nine things that don't go one's way '?"
"You've read books?"
"There used to be a teacher in the village, but he left last year. I heard that he wanted to go to the county to take the examination."
"I've read it too."
"Hmm?"
"Ask me if you don't understand."
"Thank you, young master."
"Yes."
Liu Shisui looked at the young man in white. He had seen this face for nine days and had developed a resistance to it. However, he still found it a little dazzling and rubbed his eyes subconsciously.
"Are you … in a bad mood?"
The white-clothed youth looked at the distant peaks shrouded in mist and was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he said, "It's hard not to get bored doing the same thing over and over again."
Liu Shisui thought for a moment and said, "If … that matter is about eating meat."
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A year passed quickly, and it was late spring again.
The villagers were divided into two groups about the young man in white who called himself Jing Jiu. One group insisted that he was an immortal master from Aoyama, and the other group believed that he was not an immortal master, but a young master of a noble family from the prefectural city, or even the capital Zhaoge City. However, the two groups had the same opinion: they had never seen such a lazy person.
In this year, the villagers liked to hang around the Liu Family's house — no matter who Jing Jiu was, they always liked to see him. But no matter when they went there, they would see Jing Jiu sleeping. If it was sunny, he would sleep on the bamboo chair in the yard. If it was gloomy, he would sleep on the bed in the house. If it was too hot, he would move the bamboo chair to the tree by the pond. If it was snowing, he would move the bamboo chair back, but he would leave the window open.
After the first nine days, no one saw Jing Jiu do even the simplest housework. Now, Liu Shisui helped him make the bed, put on his clothes, and eat. Even the bamboo chair he slept in was moved by Liu Shisui.
However, the villagers still respected Jing Jiu from the bottom of their hearts. When the children in the village were reading, he would occasionally give them some advice. According to the children, the young immortal master was more than three hundred times more knowledgeable than the previous teacher.
The most important thing was that Jing Jiu was very rich and very willing to spend money. Although in the beginning, the villagers didn't dare to ask for his money. The repair of the village's ancestral hall and immortal temple was all done with his money. Now, more than half of the new road leading from the mountain village to the county town had been repaired. How could the villagers not be grateful and respectful to him?
"Young Master, be careful when you rest. Be careful not to fall into the pond again."
Liu Shisui carried the branch he picked up from the mountain and looked at Jing Jiu, who was lying on the bamboo chair. He was a little worried.
This kind of thing had happened once, and he was scolded by his father for not serving the immortal master well.
Jing Jiu laid on the bamboo chair and made a sound of agreement. It was unknown whether it was in response to his words or because it was too comfortable to rest under the shade of the tree.
It should be the latter. His slender fingers lightly tapped on the bamboo chair. The rhythm was very messy and without any pattern, giving people a feeling of laziness.
Liu Shisui hesitated for a while and put down the branch on his back.
He sat down against the big tree, hugged his knees, and stared at the bamboo chair, not daring to relax for a moment.
He was now eleven years old, but he was still called Shisui. Jing Jiu didn't seem to have any intention of changing his name. In his opinion, it should be because his young master was too lazy.
No matter what his name was, he was still honest and trustworthy. Since he had promised his father to take good care of his young master, he must do it.
Moreover, the sound of Jing Jiu tapping on the chair was very interesting. He didn't know how to describe it, but he felt that his heart was getting calmer and calmer.
The mountain breeze caressed the surface of the water, and the sunlight was getting dimmer. The night was getting darker and darker.
"The last two breaths were taken too early."
Liu Shisui was a little surprised to hear this, and then he became sober and said, "Got it."
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the pond.
The night breeze disappeared without a trace, and the surface of the water was as calm as a mirror.
Looking at the face on the water, he didn't speak for a long time.
This face was very beautiful.
This face was perfect.
If the eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, the painter must be the most outstanding one in thousands of years.
Even in the Cultivation World, where there were countless handsome men and beautiful women, he had never seen such a beautiful face.
The starlight fell on this face and the surface of the water, and the light flickered, making this face look dreamlike.
This was not the first time he had seen this face of his.
When he saw this face by the pond, he finally understood why the villagers had such a reaction on the first day he arrived in the mountain village, and why they were so determined to believe that he was an immortal master.
No one would be dissatisfied with such a face, even if he was Jing Jiu.
But he felt something was a little strange.
Looking at himself on the surface of the water, he raised his hand and touched his ears.
It was a pair of protruding ears, which looked round. Interestingly, they didn't look ugly with this face, but made it look a little cute.
He understood why, but he was still a little unaccustomed to it.
The night breeze rose again, blowing away the perfect face on the surface of the water, and also blowing away his thoughts.
Everything was like a dream, as if it was said by Junior Sister Lian in Shui Yue Nunnery.
Jing Jiu lay back on the bamboo chair and wanted to drink water, but found that the kettle was in front of the chair, and he needed to sit up again, so he glanced at Liu Shisui.
Liu Shisui was squatting under the tree, playing with jumping green insects with a grass root. Feeling the gaze on him, he raised his head and realized what was going on. He sighed, walked to the bamboo chair, picked up the kettle, and handed it to Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu drank a bowl of water and closed his eyes again.
Liu Shisui didn't leave. He squatted down next to the bamboo chair, supported his chin with his hand, and looked at Jing Jiu's face in a daze, wondering why it was so good-looking.
He had seen too much, so he was different from other villagers. He knew that this face had actually changed in the past year. It wasn't the eyebrows, but … the temperament?
The Young Master wasn't as dull as he was in the beginning. His eyes were much more lively, and in fact, he was much more talkative than before.
Jing Jiu closed his eyes, and after three breaths, he opened them again.
Liu Shisui was somewhat surprised. In the past year, the Young Master had never opened his eyes so quickly, no matter if he was sleeping soundly, resting, or pretending to sleep.
"What are you doing?"
Jing Jiu looked at the stars in the night sky, and said, "I'm deducing the next three years."
Liu Shisui scratched his head, wondering what he was doing sleeping every day.
Jing Jiu seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "I'm deducing the next three thousand years."
Liu Shisui opened his eyes wide, and said, "Three thousand years?"
Jing Jiu asked, "If you were to rack your brains, exhaust your mind, and spend countless hours writing an excellent essay, thinking that you would never be able to write such an excellent essay again in your life, but in the end, the manuscript accidentally fell into a stove and was burned to ashes, what would you think?"
Liu Shisui was taken aback for a moment before he reacted. He placed his right hand on his chest, and said, "I don't dare to think about it. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache."
"It's not pain, it's pain." Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and then said, "It's very painful."
That kind of pain could not be understood by those who had not experienced it themselves.
It was so painful that they wished they were dead.
But after learning from the painful experience, what else could they do but write that essay again?
Liu Shisui said sympathetically, "That person can only write again."
Jing Jiu said, "Yes, what else can they do but write again?"
Liu Shisui thought of something, and said worriedly, "But what if they can't remember the wonderful words in the original essay, and those exquisite allusions?"
"It's not important if they can't remember. How can those words and allusions be truly wonderful?"
Jing Jiu looked at the peaks in the night fog, and said, "Write it again, and it will certainly be an even better and more beautiful essay."
Liu Shisui thought about it, but he didn't know if this was reasonable. Thinking of the previous conversation, he asked curiously, "Young Master, what have you deduced? What about the rain in the next three years? "
Jing Jiu's gaze fell on a nearby forest, and he said, "I can only calculate that the time has come."
It was tonight.
The night breeze rose, and a middle-aged Cultivator with a refined air floated down to the ground, carrying a long sword on his back.
Liu Shisui was startled, and hid behind the bamboo chair.
The middle-aged Cultivator's gaze fell on Jing Jiu, and he raised his straight eyebrows in surprise.
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