In front of the woodshed on the side of the village.
Qi WuHuo sensed something was wrong and instinctively cut it, but turned around and saw nothing.
Only those children who were running around and playing with branches looked at young Daoist, or rather the straight branch in young Daoist's hands, with curiosity and envy. Their eyes were about to shine. Finally, the bolder child asked, "Brother, are you here to find someone? Are you a guest in the village?!"
Young Daoist nodded.
The tough-headed child said, "Then, then..."
"Can you Sword techniques?"
Qi WuHuo I wanted to say yes.
But I thought of my senior sister's calm attitude towards Mortal World, who despises all sword immortals at the beginning.
His voice paused slightly and he replied, "I just know a little bit."
Then he looked at the envious eyes of the children, smiled knowingly, bent down slightly, with his sleeves hanging slightly, stretched out his hand, handed the branch over, and said with a smile, "I'll give it to you, take it and play with it..."
"Okay!"
"Thank you, big brother!"
The children were so happy that they played and left.
Young Daoist stood up and watched them go away, but from a distance, he heard the old man's voice. "Haah, young Daoist, you got up early, but it's better? I planned to stay outside to guard you yesterday, but the rain was really too heavy, old man, and my body and bones couldn't bear it, so I had to go back earlier."
"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so I brought some clothes over. If you don't mind, you can change into them..."
The old gentleman from yesterday came closer, but he was surprised.
He saw that the young monk's robe was fresh and not wet by the rain as he had guessed.
Qi WuHuo said:
"Thank you Old Mr. Zhou. The woodshed actually has a place to avoid the rain, so I didn't get my clothes wet."
"However, I didn't expect it to rain suddenly today."
Qi WuHuo suddenly remembered that when he left fortune teller yesterday, the young man with a wet body and a fishy smell. Qi WuHuo left early, but he heard that the young man yesterday said that he would ask the fortune teller to tell whether there would be rain today. If it rained, it would rain a few millimeters in the east area of the city.
Going back to the later part, Qi WuHuo is not heard anymore.
The old gentleman sighed, "Yes, who would have thought of that?"
"But this God's temper is like that of a five- or six-year-old child. It changes from moment to moment. It's going to rain, my mother is getting married, and no one can stop it. This rain is really a bit strange."
Qi WuHuo said, "Strange?"
"Yeah."
The old man stroked his beard and replied, "I have lived here for decades, and I know the climate here very well. The clouds and humidity yesterday were so heavy, and the cold winter rain almost soaked into the bones. However, the rain was a bit less, and it felt a bit like a bluff with heavy thunder and small raindrops."
The middle-aged man next to him laughed and said, "Dad, you're here again."
"Looking at the clouds to judge what the weather is like is a method of gods."
"Even if you spend your whole life looking at it, you still can't say you can spot it accurately..."
The old man blew his beard and stared, slapped his thigh and said:
"I've been an old man for over ten or twenty years. I know roughly when it will rain and how much it will rain!"
"The pain was so bad yesterday that I couldn't even walk!"
"It rained so little after all!"
"There must be something wrong with this. Why, is it possible that after just a few days, your father and I have suddenly become so physically weak?"
Once people get older, they will always be a little childlike and stubborn. His son had no choice but to coax his father and say:
"Yes, yes, dad, you are right, you are right."
"It's because it rains less."
"No more bets!"
After coaxing for a while, the old man stopped mentioning the matter and asked his sons to move the things they brought in. During these days, it was because of their help that young girl's mother Lian Shulan could survive. Qi WuHuo helped move the things in and tidy them up, and then they had breakfast together at the old man's strong invitation.
There is a flattened stone slab on top of a cylinder, which is the farm table.
The top was not flat, and there were some small bumps. When they brushed it with their hands, their hands were full of water. A few people didn't care. They carried a steamer, which contained rough bowls and chopsticks. Inside were fist-sized steamed buns, vegetables stir-fried over a large fire in the farmhouse, spicy stir-fried cabbage, stir-fried bacon, and pure stir-fried chili peppers.
Several people put the bowls on the table, and the old man asked his daughter-in-law to bring a bowl of food in so that Lian Shulan could eat some too.
The rest of the people sat around. There was no place to sit, so they took a white pottery bowl and filled it with various vegetables. Then they took a soda noodle in one hand and put too much yellowish steamed buns in it. In the other hand, they held the bowl with a green onion. They squatted next to them and ate. While eating, they talked about things in the village, about spring plowing, and that there had been a few rains this year, so there should be a good harvest.
He said that the children were disobedient, did not study seriously, and the wife would get into trouble if they were beaten.
As a matter of fact, Qi WuHuo had a full meal, and the rice at Uncle Yun was indeed delicious, but these meals gave him an indescribable sense of security. After eating a full meal, the old man asked, "How should Xiao Lian's body be cured?"
Qi WuHuo said, "Maybe we should focus on resting."
"With acupuncture and medicinal stones, you will slowly recover."
The old man stroked his beard and said, "That's good."
"Everyone encounters all kinds of things in his life. Is there anything he can't get through?"
"Still have to survive."
"Survive, and one day you will be able to get over the things in the past..."
"Then, little Daoist priest, please stay with us during this period. There are still a few houses in the village that can accommodate people." The old man looked at the yard and sighed, "No need to refuse, we all see how uncomfortable she is these days. It's just that people in the village just endure things when they encounter things. There is no other way."
"We are all grateful to you for meeting a kind-hearted person like you and treating her."
The old man took Qi WuHuo to a relatively small courtyard. There was no lock on the door. When he opened the door, there was a table, a bed, and a cabinet in the room. It seemed that no one came sometimes, and there was some dust inside. The old man apologized:
"This is originally prepared for guests from the village, or people who come here occasionally to do business. The merchants come here to settle down, and they get convenience. People in our village can also buy the things they need, and it is also convenient. However, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so the merchants have also returned to their hometowns."
"If you don't mind, the little Daoist priest, just stay here first."
"I'll ask someone to clean it up for you."
The old gentleman was very enthusiastic, and then he said with a smile, "I haven't asked you yet, little Daoist priest, what is your name?"
Young Daoist replied, "Qi WuHuo."
"It means I hope I will have no regrets and no doubts in this life..."
The old man smiled, "This name has a great artistic conception."
"How old are you now?"
The young man subconsciously replied, "It will be fifteen after the Chinese New Year..."
His voice paused.
He replied, "After the New Year, you will be sixteen years old."
Qi WuHuo was not idle. He also helped clean up the house. After about an hour, the entire house that had been idle for about a month or two became clean and tidy again. The old man also gave him a few books by the way, saying that if he had some free time, he could read books and increase his knowledge and knowledge. Qi WuHuo nodded and agreed.
The old man smiled, stroked his beard and left.
I feel happy that I have guided a young person to read more.
Unless you are a monk or a Daoist monk.
"He is a good candidate. If you study more, you might be able to pass the Xiucai Scholar exam."
"It's a pity to practice Daoism."
He said this to his son next to him.
He was not in a hurry to go home. He originally thought that the rain would make his Laohan legs so painful that he could not move, so he had put off a lot of things in advance, but now he didn't seem to feel so uncomfortable. Instead, he took some time off and walked all the way to Lian's house. He saw that Lian Shulan, who had eaten a lot after being acupuncture, was obviously in much better spirits.
I feel both gratified and emotional in my heart.
It was just that she was feeling better now because she had some excitement in her heart.
I am also worried that after she learns the truth, she will be even more depressed.
After sighing for a long time, he just shook his head and left. When passing by the woodshed, he smiled and said:
"I never thought that this woodshed could provide shelter from the rain."
Look around at will.
But I found that it was raining everywhere in the woodshed.
The old man leaned down and touched the firewood. Even the dry firewood was completely soaked. When he stretched out his hand to grab it, the wood chips fell off.
It can be guessed that it rained heavily last night.
He suddenly thought of young Daoist's answer and the dry Daoist robe.
'... The woodshed actually has a place to avoid the rain, so my clothes didn't get wet...'
The old man couldn't help but be stunned.
Qi WuHuo decided to go to the city again today and ask the fortune teller.
This time is no longer yesterday.
But last year, what happened...
When I opened the door, I suddenly felt something spiritual. I lowered my head. Inside the wooden box on my waist, the bronze mirror lit up slightly. There was naturally Dharma light and aura, flowing and changing -
It's been a day and a half.
Yun Qin finally replied to him.