Chapter 6

The green seedlings stretch their waist, and the distance between each plant is absolutely the same, perfect. No matter from which angle, the seedlings are straight, and even the shadow on the water surface has no deviation. The greatest farmer in the mountain village can't do this. Looking at this picture, Liu's ten year old mouth couldn't close for a long time. The breeze blows gently and the green seedlings fluctuate. It's very beautiful. The young man in white stood on the ridge and nodded slightly. He was satisfied with his means. He turned and walked back, lay down on the bamboo chair and closed his eyes. Liu looked at the sky at the age of ten and said, "young master, do you want to cut firewood next." Because the young man in white didn't admit that he was an immortal teacher, the villagers discussed it and decided to call each other childe“ That's it. " The boy in white closed his eyes and said. Liu shisui didn't understand what he meant and asked, "or cook first?" The boy in white ignored him. Liu understood what he meant when he was ten years old, but he didn't understand why he changed his mind so quickly“ I just want to learn. I don't like it. " The young man in White said, "even if Huafan really makes sense, it's not suitable for me." Liu ten years old didn't understand, but then he asked, "why?" The boy in White said, "because I'm lazy and not good at it." Liu was a little excited at the age of ten and asked, "what are you good at, young master?" According to the rumors in the small mountain village, the immortal masters in the big green mountain are all gods and men who can wave thunder and fly swords into the air. The boy in White said, "cut it off." Everything in the world has weaknesses. His best skill is to find the weak points and disconnect them. Like magic weapons, like mountains, or something. Liu shisui didn't expect to hear such an answer. He was a little disappointed. He scratched his head and said, "no wonder you cut vegetables so well." There was a wind, and a leaf floated down. The stubble was very smooth, like being cut off by a real sword. Cicadas chirp. This should be Liu, who is ten years old in a small mountain village this year. He was stunned before he reacted. He stroked his chest with his right hand and said, "I don't dare to think about it. It hurts to think about it."“ It's not pain, it's pain. " Well nine was quiet for a while and said, "it's painful." The pain is beyond the knowledge of those who have not experienced it. hardly wished to live. However, what else can we do except rewrite the article again? Liu shisui sympathized and said, "that man can only rewrite." Well nine said, "yes, what else can I do except rewrite?" When Liu was ten years old, he thought of something and said with worry, "but I can't remember the wonderful words and sentences in the original article and those wonderful allusions. What should I do?"“ It doesn't matter if you can't remember. How can those words and allusions be really wonderful? " Well nine looked at the peaks in the night fog and said, "write again, it must be a better beautiful article." When Liu was ten years old, he thought about it. He wondered if it was reasonable. Thinking about the previous conversation, he asked curiously, "what did you push? What about the rain in the next three years? " Jing Jiu's vision fell into a forest not far away and said, "I only calculate the time." Tonight. The night wind was blowing slightly, and the plain clothes were floating. A middle-aged practitioner with a sense of vulgarity fell to the ground, with a long sword behind him. Liu shisui was startled and hid behind the bamboo chair. The middle-aged practitioner's sight fell on Jing Jiu, and his sword eyebrow was slightly picked, which seemed to be a little unexpected（ It won't be so early, but rewriting the article is really a very important thing in the first half of the story. For our author, it is painful. We have indeed lost a lot of manuscripts because of the computer crash, the power failure, the cat, the wife, and various even bizarre reasons that are ridiculed by readers, I believe most authors have this experience. That is our most painful time. The degree of pain is directly proportional to the number of lost documents, or geometric progression. At this time, there is no other way to comfort each other. In recent years, my friends and I have encountered this situation. We all comfort ourselves and encourage ourselves with the words in the article. That is our sincere words - if we lose the plot we can't remember, that plot will have no qualifications to continue to stay in our novels. What we can remember is good, Rewriting is bound to produce better articles. It's true, but... I wish writers all over the world don't need to experience such things, MEDA.) This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.