Swordsman Ding and an old farmer spent a day pulling weeds in the vegetable garden. When he was hungry, he ate the fruits in the vegetable garden.
However, the fruits were indeed sweet and delicious, and the old man and the young man also chatted happily.
Ding Xiaoyi told the old farmer about his encounter with his master.
When talking about something funny, the old farmer laughed heartily from time to time.
"At that time, my master and I went to steal fruits from a farmer's house. He gave me permission to steal fruits. Then guess what?"
Ding Xiaoyi could roughly identify which ones were weeds and which ones were vegetable seedlings. He said to the old farmer again.
"What happened next?"
The old farmer seemed to be very interested in Ding Xiaoyi's experience, and he asked subconsciously.
"Later, the farmer's family raised several vicious dogs. My master saw that the situation was bad and had long since fled without a trace. But I still foolishly thought that the master was still there."
"When I approached the melon orchard, those vicious dogs rushed towards me. I was only seven or eight years old at the time, and I was so frightened that I peeed."
Ding Xiaoyi also didn't mind telling the story of his embarrassment back then, and the old farmer burst out laughing after hearing this.
Before I knew it, the sun was setting in the west,
The sunset glow was like a burning flame, it was really beautiful.
Ding Xiaoyi had never been so tired, and he felt that his whole body was about to fall apart.
He sat on the ridge and ate the sweet fruits,
In fact, such a day is quite good, at least he has forgotten the purpose of coming to Shushan.
Relaxing your mind is also a kind of practice.
Although it was short-lived, Ding Xiaoyi achieved a qualitative sublimation.
This sublimation is not obvious. Ding Xiaoyi only feels that his mood has become more open.
When chatting with this rough-skinned old farmer, he will occasionally break out some wise words.
It gave Ding Xiaoyi a feeling of enlightenment.
He also made a guess about the identity of the old farmer.
He felt that this old farmer should not be the old gentleman from Shushan.
At the auction site in the Killing City,
He once heard a voice coming from Shushan, and that voice was filled with an irresistible majesty.
When I was in Xiazhou,
A giant hand snatched away the divine cauldron. He had seen that giant hand before.
The giant hand was as slender as jade, not the rough palm of an old farmer.
This old farmer does not have any aura of cultivation around him, he is just an old farmer who only knows how to farm.
sometimes,
Ding Xiaoyi tends to make things complicated, but actually he thinks some things would be better if they were made simpler.
The old farmer sat unceremoniously on the ridge with Ding Xiaoyi, holding a melon and fruit in his hand.
Ding Xiaoyi naturally regarded himself as the owner of this vegetable garden.
Go pick whatever fruits you want to eat, and the old farmer agreed anyway.
Although his dependence on food is no longer so strong, it is still good to satisfy his craving.
Without realizing it, Ding Xiaoyi didn't realize that the sword intent around him had disappeared without a trace.
The sun sets gradually,
The sky and the earth are blood red, as if
The sky was stained red with blood.
The old man and the young man were sitting on the ridge of the vegetable garden,
They ate fruits from the vegetable garden and admired the last beautiful scenery at dusk.
When night falls,
The world began to be enveloped in a layer of faint black, and Ding Xiaoyi stood up reluctantly.
"My little friend, do you have a place to stay? If not, why don't you go stay with me for the night?"
The old farmer extended an invitation to Ding Xiaoyi, and Ding Xiaoyi did not refuse.
Anyway, he will stay in this book mountain for a few days.
He would not give up until Li Hongying was found.
If Li Hongying is not killed, he will have trouble sleeping and eating
install.
Seeing that Ding Xiaoyi agreed,
The old farmer patted the soil on his body, carried the hoe and walked towards the path in the mountain of books.
Passed by these rows of simple houses again,
The students in Shushan have already finished school and have gone home.
Without the loud sound of reading, the mountain of books became extremely quiet at this time.
Ding Xiaoyi is also curious,
He actually didn't see Ziyu and Ziming. They seemed to have disappeared from the mountain of books.
The old farmer took Ding Xiaoyi to a simple thatched house.
It was a thatched house with a small yard surrounded by a simple fence.
There are also several vegetable gardens in the courtyard, and they are also full of various vegetables.
The old farmer lit a candle, and the candlelight looked extremely small in the dim night.
Ding Xiaoyi was not polite either.
He took a chair and sat in the courtyard. The old farmer made a pot of tea and came out.
"Old man, do you think the awe-inspiring righteousness that comes from reading can be compared to the true energy that comes from cultivation?"
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Must be so nervous, Haoran Tianxia is a unique world of laws, it does not belong to any laws of heaven and earth, even the way of heaven cannot affect Haoran Tianxia."
The old farmer showed a comforting smile to Ding Xiaoyi, and then explained to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Senior, this junior will be harmed by you."
A bitter smile appeared on Ding Xiaoyi's face, and he complained to the old farmer.
That old farmer was not an ordinary farmer at all, but this old gentleman from Shushan.
And this vast world is also the realm of this old gentleman.
No wonder Shushan never refuses outsiders.
There are no restrictions to protect the mountain of books. The entire mountain of books is the domain of this old gentleman.
"gentlemen",
Two clear voices came from outside the courtyard door, and Ding Xiaoyi naturally knew who the owners of those two voices were.
"Come in,"
The old gentleman said warmly,
The courtyard door opened, and two young men with extraordinary bearing walked in from the outside.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes fell on the young figure, and the bitterness on his face became more and more intense.
The visitors were Ziyu and Ziming, the first generation disciples of Shushan whom he met in Liangzhou City.
"Brothers Ziyu and Ziming, please come and save me."
As soon as Ding Xiaoyi saw Ziyu and Ziming, he couldn't help but ask them for help.
When Ziyu and Ziming heard this, they had bitter smiles on their faces.
When Ding Xiaoyi saw this, his heart sank to the bottom, and he already had a premonition of his fate.
"gentlemen",
The two Shushan disciples bowed their hands to the old farmer and said,
The old gentleman from Shushan nodded slightly.
"Junior Brother Ding, how are you doing lately?"
Ziyu asked Ding Xiaoyi warmly.
And the bitterness in Ding Xiaoyi's heart was even more bitter than the Coptis chinensis that the mute had eaten.
But he didn't expect that he would fall into the domain world of Mr. Shushan, and he could only let it be at his mercy.
"I have met my two senior brothers," Ding Xiaoyi saluted Ziyu Ziming with a mournful face.