During dinner, Gu Yijiu was woken up, but he still vomited whatever he ate. However, the wild fruits sent by the guards were moderately sweet and sour, so he relied on this thing to satisfy his hunger.

The disciples cleaned the filthy, and they all looked disgusted. Gu Yijiu was so sad that he wanted to help.

But the old man stopped him, kicked each of his disciples' butts, and scolded loudly: "You are older, it's natural to take care of your junior brother. What's wrong with you? I thought you would be superior to others after learning sword skills for a few days. I was so arrogant! I cleaned them all carefully, and I was not allowed to be slackened. If I can't even bear this little bit of hardship, then don't practice swords anymore. Get out of here as soon as possible, so as not to get upset!"

The disciples were timid and did not dare to refute, but they looked at Gu Yijiu even more unkindly before leaving.

He smiled bitterly and said to the old man, "In this way, they may be even more resentful of the boy."

The old man snorted and said indifferently: "How can a wild dog hurt a tiger? If they look for trouble, you will be afraid if you beat him up?"

"It's not that you're afraid." Gu Yijiu said kindly: "But it's best not to use martial arts. The world is so exciting, so why bother fighting and killing all day?"

The old man was stunned and turned his head to eat at a small stutter and said, "He has such knowledge at a young age. Is he really a disciple you taught?"

With just one sentence, you will know that you will suffer from ancient charity wine.

Sure enough, the immortal star star put down the bowls and chopsticks, and his fingers were like a chestnut knocking on the forehead of the ancient Yijiu.

"It's really worth fighting without being motivated! Swordsmanship is a fierce technique. If it's not used to fight, kill, what's the point of learning? It's okay if they don't come to provoke you. If it comes, you'll win or lose. Do you hear it?"

Gu Yijiu covered her forehead and said yes with grievance.

The old man laughed, as if the one who was going to be unlucky was not his disciple.

"Xingchen, how about having a drink with me?"

Immortal Stars are easy to drink, but this time they rarely refuse: "I have something important to do, so I can't drink."

The old man said oh, and did not persuade him again.

He also invited Gu Yijiu and said, "Can the young man drink alcohol?"

But before Gu Yijiu answered, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you are sick, it's better to drink less wine. Unfortunately, the fine wine I have treasured for twenty years is no one to accompany you, which is so sad."

Gu Yijiu smiled and said, "How can it be sad? When my health is healed, I will accompany the old man to stop drunk."

The old man narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you okay?"

Gu Yijiu nodded: "I think it's OK."

"I'm ambitious." The old man praised, "I'll wait and see."

After dinner, Gu Yijiu went back to the house to rest.

He opened the bag containing wild fruits and saw that the fruits inside were sparse, less than twenty.

It will be eaten up in less than three to five days.

Now he can't eat, so he can only rely on the wild fruit to satisfy his hunger. If he doesn't recover, he will starve to death.

Unfortunately, he didn't get the disease, so there was no right medicine.

He sighed and lay down on the bed, thinking a lot. He thought about the sword moves, and then he was curious about what Immortal Star said, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up the next day, Gu Yijiu wandered around the village.

He saw some old men kneeling around a black stone, and he was curious to come forward to ask.

It turned out that the other party was worshiping the gods.

"Master Hongshou is the God of Flowers." An old lady said devoutly: "It is her blessing that the flowers we planted will be particularly beautiful."

Gu Yijiu asked, "Is there really a god?"

"Of course there are." The old lady was not angry, but said slowly: "You are still young, and it's not surprising that there are gods. When I was young, I often had gods coming and going in the air, but in recent years I have fewer and fewer."

Gu Yijiu was even more shocked: "Have you ever seen the god?"

"Of course I've seen it."

"What is God?"

The old lady recalled it and shook her head and said, "The gods mostly walk in the sky. I just watched from afar. I couldn't see it clearly at that time, and now I can't remember it clearly. However, Lord Hongshou lived in the nearby mountains, and I could tell a little bit. She was as high and low as a tree, with wings on her back, walking like the wind. Wherever she went, she was always full of spring and blooming countless flowers..."

An old man added: "Master Hongshou will also attract thunder. This black stone was struck by Master Hongshou's divine thunder twenty years ago."

What you said is true or false?

Gu Yijiu half-believed and half-doubted, "Why did Lord Hongshou chop this stone?"

The old lady should have replied: "Of course we made Lord Hongshou angry. At that time, everyone was in danger and abandoned the flower fields. As the God of Flowers, Lord Hongshou was certainly not happy, so he came to the village to punish the gods."

Gu Yijiu asked, "What? Lord Hongshou only chopped a stone and went back?"

"Of course not." The old man continued: "It was Qianye Zhou who came forward and persuaded Lord Hongshou to retreat with one sword. I think he and I were both young and strong at that time, but now they are in twilight. Time is really unforgivable."

Gu Yijiu asked, "What is this Qianye Zhouzuo?"

"It's the owner of the village dojo."

The ancient wine suddenly realized.

That's right, how can there be ordinary people who can intersect with immortal stars?

He said goodbye to the old men and returned to the temple.

Before leaving, he heard the elderly discussing in a low voice.

"Now that the flower fields are abandoned again, Lord Hongshou may be going to blame me again."

"I'm afraid of it, isn't there any Chiba Zhouzuo?"

"But he is old."

The old people were speechless and prayed silently to the Black Stone.

The so-called flower god, ancient wine, cannot distinguish the authenticity of the authenticity, but Qianye Zhouzuo is carrying a profound swordsmanship, so he must be sure to win it.

He returned to the temple, but saw Qianye Zhouzuo farming in the flower fields next to him, dressed in coarse cloth, just like an ordinary flower farmer.

The old man was pounding his waist. When he saw him coming, he waved and said, "Come here to help."

"yes."

Gu Yijiu picked up a hoe and prepared to weed, but was stopped by the old man.

"No hoe, get the sickle."

"sickle?"

"Well, I'm going to cut this flower field."

Gu Yijiu said in surprise: "When the flowers are about to bloom, I will cut them away, isn't that a pity?"

"Even if it's a pity, it's going to be cut off." The old man sat on the stone, took out his cigarette puff and took a mouthful of it, and said with a wry smile: "Although the flowers are beautiful, they can't be eaten."

I don’t know what to say about ancient Yijiu. This village is remote, and if the world is peaceful and can be traded, but now bandits are rampant, even if the flowers are beautiful and no one can buy them, they will only rot in the ground.

He picked up the sickle and asked again before taking action: "Will the owner of Huatian feel heartbroken?"

"It's okay." The old man knocked off the ashes and said lightly: "I am the owner of the flower field."

The ancient charity wine no longer says much, and with a swing of the sickle, a large piece of flowers falls.

The old man turned around and didn't want to look at it again.

Gu Yijiu knew that he must be heartbroken.

After cutting the flower fields, Gu Yijiu was exhausted and panting. He had not finished his rice food for many days, and his body became weaker and weaker. He could persist in cutting the flower fields, showing his will to be tenacious.

But the old man threw him a basket and said, "There are grain seeds inside. You can use a hoe to dig pits on the ground to plant them. Remember, the pits should not be too dense, if they are dense, they will compete for nutrients; they should not be too sparse, as sparse will waste land. Only by being dense and sparse can you be called a good farmer."

Although Gu Yijiu had no intention of being a farmer, she did not refuse. She just said with some concern: "I am in good health and can't do it, so I'm afraid I can't finish it in one day."

"If you don't have one day, then two or three days." The old man squinted his eyes and said, "Can you still last for two or three days?"

Gu Yijiu smiled bitterly, stopped talking, and waved his hoe to dig the ground.

But after chiseling hundreds of times, the old man called it to stop.

"No, too shallow."

The ancient charity wine had to be chiseled again.

After hundreds of strokes, the old man said again: "No, it's too deep."

After repeated this, ancient charity wine was extremely bitter.

It was not until night that the old man stopped working. He asked Gu Yijiu, who was exhausted in the soil, and said, "Will you come tomorrow?"

Gu Yijiu breathed evenly and said, "How can a real man give up halfway? It's naturally coming."

The old man said, "Haha, you little dear, what a real man?"

This ended the day.
Chapter completed!