Chapter 5

Three minutes later, the boy opened his eyes again, took down his dry clothes from the branches, put them on, looked at a mountain peak that disappeared in the clouds again in the distance, and turned to the lower reaches of the river.

Compared with walking out of the lake, his steps become much more stable, like learning to walk or getting used to this body.

There was fog on the river bank. Fortunately, there were no rocks. It was not difficult to walk. It didn't take long for him to walk out of the mountain along the stream and come to a village.

The farmer loosening the soil in the field, the old man dragging a cart to pull hay, the woman delivering rice to the middle of the mountain, and the children playing under the big tree at the entrance of the village gradually stopped their actions and stood where they were.

The boy in white walked to the village.

The farmer's hoe fell to the ground and nearly hit his foot.

The pipe in the old man's mouth fell down and the hot donkey barked in pain.

The woman held the rice urn in her arms tightly, but her mouth was wider than the mouth of the urn.

The children suddenly dispersed and shouted and ran around the village. One of the little girls burst into tears.

The boy in white stopped and didn't understand what was going on.

Dense footsteps sounded, and people in the mountain village gathered at the entrance of the village, with awe and tension on their faces.

Under the leadership of an old man, the villagers knelt to the ground awkwardly and shouted irregularly: "see immortal master."

The look of the young man in white remains unchanged. Many years ago, he occasionally walked on earth. He has encountered such scenes many times.

But he soon found the abnormality. Why can these ordinary villagers recognize their true identity?

There is no answer to this question, because he didn't ask, the villagers naturally won't answer.

The villagers looked at him with great enthusiasm and some timidity, just like looking at the plaque on the county government office.

Being stared at by dozens of such lines of sight, the boy was not flustered. After thinking about it, he said, "hello."

"Good fairy teacher!"

The old man still took the lead, and the villagers responded with all kinds of words.

It was like some kind of ceremony.

The villagers saluted again, and some children who couldn't respond were spanked by their parents.

It's just that those children don't cry, just stare at the boy's face and round their eyes, like looking at the rarest candy in the world.

It was quiet, and the trees swayed gently in the breeze.

No villagers dared to speak, kept the most respectful posture and stood with a slight bow.

I don't know how long later, the boy in white suddenly said, "I'm going to live here for a year."

The old man was surprised. Some couldn't believe their ears. The villagers were also stunned. They thought, what does immortal master mean?

Looking at the reaction of the people, the young man in white looked for something in his memory and thought of something again. It seems that silver money is a very important thing in the world.

He reached out to the old man with dozens of gold leaves in his palm.

If at ordinary times, these villagers would faint with excitement when they saw these golden leaves, but at this time, they just looked at the boy in white again.

In their eyes, young people in white are much more beautiful than these golden leaves, and how can they take them?

"It is our blessing that immortal master is willing to stay."

The old man said uneasily, "it's just that the poor village is poor. I really can't find a residence for immortal master Qingxiu."

The young man in white didn't know how many things the old man thought in such a short time and what the villagers were thinking.

Of course, he didn't care. He only knew that the other party should have agreed to his requirements. His sight swept through the villagers and finally fell on a little boy.

The little boy is a little black, very strong and honest, 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 was stunned and didn't react until he was slapped heavily by his father.

"Gen WA, don't hurry to lead the way to the immortal teacher!"

The old man shouted in a hurry.

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In a yard in the west of the mountain village, the room is a little dark.

The little boy bowed respectfully to the boy in white according to his father's warning on the road, and was ready to quit.

The young man in white suddenly asked, "name?"

The little boy stopped and said, "Liu Baogen."

The young man in white was silent for a while and asked, "age?"

The little boy said, "ten years old."

"Baogen doesn't sound good."

The boy in White said, "it will be ten years old in the future."

The little boy touched the back of his head.

From then on, he was Liu ten years old.

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Out of the yard, when Liu was ten years old, he was immediately surrounded by people in the village.

The old man asked with concern, "what does immortal master have to say?"

Liu shisui was a little confused and said, "he asked me my age... He gave me a name."

The old man was slightly surprised at the speech, while the little boy's parents were overjoyed and kept rubbing their hands.

Liu shisui did not like the new name, but said wrongfully, "there is no such strange name."

The father raised his hand and was ready to fight. Suddenly he remembered the immortal teacher in the house and forced him to bear it.

The old man taught, "what kind of blessing is the immortal teacher's name? Ordinary people can't ask for it. You can't talk nonsense."

When Liu was ten years old, he suddenly thought of the last words he said in the room and hurriedly said, "but he said he was not an immortal teacher."

The villagers were puzzled. They thought what else could it be if he wasn't an immortal teacher?

"I look at him like a fool."

Liu shisui said honestly, "he wants me to teach him."

The old man hesitated and asked, "what does Master Xian want you to teach him?"

Liu said at the age of ten, "making beds and folding quilts, washing clothes and cooking, cutting firewood and farming, well, that's all. I didn't remember a word wrong."

The villagers were very surprised and thought, "can't you even do these things? Isn't that immortal teacher in the house? He's really a fool?"

The old man smiled and said, "in the big green mountain, the immortal master has his own sword boy to serve, drink pulp dew and eat immortal fruit. Where can he do these things?"

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In the next few days, the immortal who lived in the Liu family became the center of all attention and discussion in the whole small mountain village.

The villagers naturally accepted the old man's statement and firmly believed in the identity of immortal master.

The only thing they don't understand is why immortal master doesn't go back to Daqingshan, but wants to stay in this small mountain village and ask the little guy of the Liu family who has accumulated eight blessings to teach him to do these things.

Liu shisui, who was envied and even envied by the villagers, didn't understand such a simple thing. Why wouldn't some people?

That night, he began to teach each other how to make the bed because they needed to sleep.

The next morning, he had to teach each other how to fold the quilt.

Then he found that the other party had never done such a thing!

He was really stupid when he found that the other party couldn't do anything else.

"Don't pour out the rice when pouring water!"

"Don't cut the wood too thin, it won't burn!"

"You can't have fish scales, fish gills, and those black... You can't have them either."

"A knife on the left and a knife on the right. Don't cut it off. The coir raincoat will come out, right."

"It's not sweet potato, it's cold melon... Put it down quickly. Mummy doesn't like that most."

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Before Liu was ten years old, he didn't believe that there was such a person in the world.

Until he met a boy in white.

But nine days later, he began to doubt his ideas again.

Because the boy in white learned everything he taught in only nine days.

On the first day, the young man in white learned the simplest ways to make a bed, fold quilts, cut firewood and boil water.

The next day, the young man in white learned some more complicated housework. The Liu family's courtyard was cleaned with bright and clean windows, as if he were new.

On the third day, the boy in white began to cook. After looking at it, he learned how to kill chickens, cut 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 recliner, which was better than the craftsman's skill.

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Now, the coir raincoat cucumber cut by the boy in white can be pulled up to two feet long, and the thickness of each piece is exactly the same. As for the firewood cut, it is beautiful and indescribable.

It was the same stream, the same rice, mixed with the same potato chips, using the same stove and iron pot, but the rice cooked by the boy in white was more fragrant than all the rice Liu had eaten at the age of 10.

The young man in white even built the courtyard wall again, and the eaves and corners that had been in disrepair for a long time were filled neatly, as if they were new.

At the age of ten, Liu found it difficult to doubt each other's identity.

Besides 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 much, the white dress was still so white, just like the best rice.

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(I suddenly think of our little garlic peeling sister wearing white mink in the Northeast...)

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