Three moments later, the boy opened his eyes again, took off his already dry clothes from the branches and put them on. He looked at a mountain that disappeared in the distance and disappeared into the clouds and turned around and walked towards the lower reaches of the river.

Compared to walking out of the lake, his steps became much more stable, as if he had learned to walk or got used to this body.

There was fog on the bank of the stream, but fortunately there were no rocks, so 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 who was loosening the soil in the fields, the old man who was pulling hay in a big cart, the woman who was delivering food to the middle of the mountain, and the children playing under the big tree at the entrance of the village, gradually stopped what they were doing and stood there.

The boy in white walked towards the village.

The hoe in the farmer's hand fell to the ground and almost smashed himself in the foot.

The pipe in the old man's mouth fell down, and the donkey who was so hot that he pulled the cart screamed in pain.

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

The children suddenly dispersed and ran around the village shouting. One of them was crying.

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

The dense footsteps sounded, and the people in the mountain village gathered at the entrance of the village, with awe and nervousness on their faces.

Under the leadership of an old man, the villagers knelt on the ground a little clumsyly and shouted unevenly: "Greetings to Master Immortal."

The boy in white had a constant expression. Many years ago, he would occasionally walk in the mortal world. He had encountered such a scene many times.

But he soon discovered an abnormality, why could these ordinary villagers recognize their true identities?

There is no answer to this question because he did not ask, so the villagers naturally would not answer it.

The villagers looked at him with great enthusiasm, with a little timid expression, just like looking at the plaque above the county government office.

Being stared at by dozens of gazes like this, the boy was not panicked. After thinking about it, he said, "Hello."

"Hello, Master of Immortal!"

The old man was still the leader, and the villagers responded verbally.

It seems like some kind of ritual after another.

The villagers saluted again, and the children who were not able to react were even beaten twice by their parents.

The children who were born in the side didn't cry, but just stared at the boy's face and stared at the eyes widened, as if they were looking at the rarest candy in the world.

It was quiet, and the big tree swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.

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

I don’t know how long it took, but the young man in white suddenly said, “I want to live here for a year.”

The old man was surprised and couldn't believe his ears. The villagers were also stunned and thought to himself what the Immortal Master meant?

Seeing everyone's reaction, the boy in white was searching for it in his memory and remembering something again, as if money was very important in the mortal world.

He reached his hand in front of the old man, with dozens of golden leaves in his palm.

If it were normal, these villagers would be afraid that they would faint in excitement when they saw these golden leaves, but at this time they just took a look and then looked at the boy in white.

In their eyes, the boy in white is much better looking than these golden leaves, and how can he take these golden leaves?

"It is our blessing to stay."

The old man said uneasyly: "It's just that the cold village is poor, and I really can't find a residence where the immortal master can practice."

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

Of course, he didn't care, he only knew that the other party should have agreed to his request, his eyes swept across the villagers, and finally fell on a little boy.

The little boy was born a little dark, strong, and honest, giving people a very honest feeling.

"Where do you live?"

The boy in white looked at the little boy and said.

The little boy was stunned and did not react until he was slapped hard by his father beside him.

"Genwa, why don't you lead the way for the immortal master as soon as possible!"

The old man shouted anxiously.

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...

In a yard to the west of the mountain village, the room was a little dark.

The little boy respectfully saluted the boy in white according to his father's warning on the way and prepared to quit.

The boy in white suddenly asked, "Name?"

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

The boy in white was silent for a while and asked again: "Age?"

The little boy said, "Ten years old."

"Baogen doesn't sound nice."

The boy in white said, "I will be ten years old in the future."

The little boy touched the back of his head.

From then on, he was Liu Shisei.

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...

After leaving the yard, Liu Shishui was immediately surrounded by people all over the village.

The old man asked with concern: "What instructions does the immortal master have?"

Liu Shisui said in a daze: "He asked me about my age...and gave me a name."

The old man was slightly surprised when he heard this, while the little boy's parents were overjoyed and kept rubbing their hands.

Liu Shisui was a little disliked the new name and said a little aggrievedly: "How can there be such a weird name?"

My father raised his hand and was about to fight. Suddenly, he remembered the immortal master in the room and forced himself to endure it.

The old man taught a lesson: "What a blessing it is to give a name to the immortal master. Ordinary people can't ask for it, so they can't talk nonsense."

Liu Shisui suddenly thought of the last words he said in the room and quickly said, "But he said he was not an immortal master."

The villagers were a little puzzled and thought to themselves, what else could that person who was not an immortal master?

"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 the immortal... Master want you to teach him?"

Liu Shisui said: "Make a bed and fold a quilt, wash clothes and cook, chop firewood and farm. Well, that's all, I remember one word correctly."

The villagers were very surprised and thought that they could not even do these things. Could it be that the one in the house was not an immortal master, and he was such a fool?"

The old man laughed and said, "In the Daqing Mountains, the immortal master has his own sword boy serving him, drinking slurry and eating sap fruits, so how could he do these things?"

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A few days later, the immortal master who lived in the Liu family became the center of all the attention and discussion in the entire mountain village.

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

The only thing they didn't understand was why the immortal master didn't return to Daqingshan, but wanted to stay in this small mountain village, and the little guy in the Liu family who had accumulated a blessing for eight lifetimes to teach him how to do these things.

Liu Shisui, who was envied and even jealous by the villagers, doesn’t understand why some people don’t know what this simple thing is?

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

The next morning, he also taught the other party how to fold the quilt.

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

When he found out that the other party could not do anything else, he was really stupid.

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

"Don't chop the firewood too thinly, it's not burning!"

"You can't ask for fish scales, you can't ask for fish gills, and those black ones... can't ask for them."

"A knife on the left and a knife on the right, don't cut it off, the straw raincoat will come out, yes, yes."

"That's not a ground potato, it's a cold melon... Let it go quickly, my mother doesn't like eating that one the most."

"Don't insert it too deep!"

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Before Liu Shi was a man, he saw a book saying that there was no distinction between grains and no diligence in the four bodies. He never believed that there were such people in the world.
To be continued...