The green seedlings stretch their waists, and the distance between each plant is absolutely the same, extremely perfect.

No matter which angle you look at it, the seedlings are straight, and even the shadow on the water surface does not deviate at all.

The most amazing farmer in the mountain village cannot achieve this level.

Looking at this scene, Liu Shisui's mouth was unable to close for a long time.

The breeze blows gently, and the seedlings rise and fall, which looks very beautiful.

The boy in white stood on the ridge, nodded slightly, feeling somewhat satisfied with his methods, turned around and walked back, lay down on the bamboo chair, and closed his eyes.

Liu Shisui looked at Tianguang and said, "Young Master, should you go chopping wood next?"

Because the young man in white did not admit that he was an immortal master, the villagers decided to call him the other party by his son.

"That's all." The boy in white said with his eyes closed.

Liu Shisui didn't understand what he meant and asked, "Or cook first?"

The boy in white ignored him.

Only then did Liu Shisui understand what he meant, but he didn't understand why he changed his mind so quickly.

"I just want to learn, and I don't like it."

The boy in white said, "Even if it makes sense to transform into a fairy, it is not suitable for me."

Liu Shisui couldn't understand, so she just continued his words and asked, "Why?"

The boy in white said, "Because I'm lazy and not good at it."

Liu Shisui was a little excited and asked, "What are you good at, then young master?"

According to rumors in the small mountain village, the immortal masters in the Daqing Mountain are all gods who can wave their hands to attract thunder and fly their swords into the sky.

The boy in white said, "Search."

Everything in the world has weaknesses.

What he is best at is finding those weaknesses and letting them break.

For example, magic weapons, mountains, or something else.

Liu Shisui didn't expect to hear such an answer, so she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, scratching her head and saying, "No wonder you cut vegetables so well."

The wind blew, and a leaf floated down. The stubble was very smooth, as if it was cut off by a real sword.

Cicadas are chirping.

This should be the first cicada chirping in a small mountain village this year.

The boy in white opened his eyes and looked at the peaks hidden in the clouds in the distance.

Liu Shisui picked up the fallen leaf, looked at his side face, and asked, "Young Master, what's your name?"

The boy in white was quiet for a while and said, "Jing Jiu."

"Yi Jiu?"

"Water well, ninth."

"Well water does not interfere with the well water, but the good things are not satisfactory?"

"Have you read a book?"

"There was a gentleman in the village who left last year. I heard that he wanted to go to the county to take the exam for the child student."

“I have read it too.”

"Um?"

"If you don't understand, come and ask me."

"Thank you, my son."

"Um."

Liu Shisui looked at the boy in white. He had been looking at this face for nine days. With resistance, he still felt a little dazzling and subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

"Are you... in a bad mood?"

The boy in white looked at the fog in the distance and was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "It's hard not to be upset when doing the same thing."

Liu Shisui thought for a while and said, "If...that thing is eating meat."

...

...

The year passed quickly and the deep spring came again.

The villagers were divided into two factions of the young man in white who claimed to be Jing Jiu. One faction insisted that he was an immortal master from Daqingshan, and the other faction believed that he was indeed not an immortal master, but should be a noble prince from the capital city, and perhaps even a capital city Chaoge. However, there is one thing that the two factions had exactly the same view, that is, they had never seen such a lazy person before.

During this year, villagers like to stroll around Liu's house - no matter what Jing Jiu is, they always like to see him. But no matter when people go, they will see Jing Jiu sleeping. If there is sun, he will lie on the bamboo chair in the yard. If the weather is gloomy, he will lie on the bed in the house. If the weather is too hot, he will move the bamboo chair to a tree by the pond to sleep. If it snows, he will move it back, but he will lie on the window open.

After the first nine days, no one saw Jing Jiu doing even the simplest housework. He made the bed, folded quilts, dressed and ate now, and Liu Shisui was serving him. Even the bamboo chair he slept on was moved around by Liu Shisui.

However, the villagers still maintained a sincere respect for Jing Jiu, because when the children in the village were studying, he would occasionally give some advice. According to the children, the knowledge of the immortal master was more than three hundred times more profound than that of the previous gentleman.

The most important thing is that Jing Jiu is very rich and willing to spend money. Although at the beginning, the villagers did not dare to ask for his money. The renovation of the ancestral halls and fairy temples in the village all used his money. Now, even the new road leading to the county town has been repaired by more than half. How can the villagers not be grateful to him and disrespect him?

"Young Master, be careful when you rest, be careful and don't fall into the pond again."

Liu Shisui carried the branches picked up from the mountain and looked at Jing Jiu lying on the bamboo chair, a little worried.

This happened once, and his father taught him a lesson, saying that he did not serve the good immortal master.

Jing Jiu lay on the bamboo chair and said no, not sure whether it was because of his response or the reason why he was resting under the shade of the tree was too comfortable.

It should be the latter. His slender fingers tapped the bamboo chair, and the rhythm was very scattered and there was no pattern, giving people a feeling of laziness.

Liu Shishui hesitated for a while and put down the branches on her back.

He sat down against the big tree, hugged his knees, stared at the bamboo chair, and did not dare to relax for a moment.

He is now eleven years old, but he is still called Ten Sui. Jing Jiu does not seem to change his name for him. In his opinion, it should be because the young master is too lazy.

No matter what his name is, he is still so honest and trustworthy. Since he promised his father to take good care of his son, he must do it.

Moreover, the sound of Mr. Jing Jiu knocking on the chair was very interesting. He didn't know how to describe it in words, but he just felt that his heart was getting calmer and calmer.

The mountain breeze gently blows on the water surface, the sun is gradually fading, and the night is getting thicker and thicker.

"The last two times, it's too early to exhale."

Liu Shisui was slightly shocked when she heard this, then woke up and said, "I understand."

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the pond.

The night wind disappeared without a trace, and the water surface was calm, like a mirror.

Looking at the face on the water, he didn't speak for a long time.

This face is beautiful.

This face is perfect.

If you say that your eyebrows and eyes are like picturesque, the painter must be the best one in millions of years.

Even he has never seen such a beautiful face in the world of countless handsome men and beautiful women.

The starlight fell on this face and on the water surface. The light moved slightly, making this face feel a little more dreamy.

This is not the first time he has seen this face.

When he saw this face by the pond, he understood why the villagers had such reaction on the day he first arrived in the mountain village, and then he was so firmly thinking that he was an immortal master.

No one will be dissatisfied with having such a face, even if he is Jing Jiu.

He just thought there was something a little strange.

Looking at himself on the water, he raised his hand and touched his ears.

It was a pair of wind-catching ears, looking round. Interestingly, it was not ugly with this face, but it added a bit cute.

He understood why, but he was still a little uncomfortable.

The night wind blew away the perfect face on the water and the thoughts in his heart.

Everything was like a dream bubble, as if it was said by Junior Sister Lian in Shuiyue Temple.

Jing Jiu lay back on the bamboo chair and wanted to drink water, but found that the kettle was in front of the chair and needed to sit up again, so he glanced at Liu Shisui.

Liu Shisai squatted at the bottom of the tree, holding the grass roots and playing with the green insects. She felt the eyes falling on her body. She raised her head and realized what was going on. She sighed, got up and walked to the bamboo chair, picked up the kettle, and handed it to Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu drank a bowl of water and closed his eyes again.

Liu Shisui didn't leave, but squatted down beside the bamboo chair, supported his jaw with his hands, staring at Jing Jiu's face in a daze, thinking why is it so beautiful?

He saw too much, so unlike other villagers, he knew that this face had actually changed over the past year, not eyebrows, but... temperament?

The young master was not as stupid as he was at the beginning, his eyes were much more flexible and he became more angry. In fact, he talked much more than before.

Jing Jiu closed his eyes, and after three breaths, he opened his eyes again.
To be continued...