I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 1
Zheng Guo, Qingfeng Mansion.

Aoki County.

Li house.

The night was dark.

In the third watch, Wei Tu pinpointed the biological clock, rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up from the kang, felt the black and put on a coat, went to the stables outside, lit the lamp and began to feed the horses.

The smell of hay and beans, mixed with the sound of chickens being smashed, the half-sized black horse in the stable snorted happily, and arched Gong Weitu's coarse cloth jacket.

"When will the work of feeding the horses end? Fortunately, I am still a modern person..."

"It's hard to get started."

Sitting on the bluestone outside the stable, Wei Tu took out a dry tobacco pole from his waist, stuffed some sun-dried tobacco leaves into the brass smoke pot, lit it with parchment paper, and smoked a few puffs.

With two puffs of thick smoke coming out of his nostrils, he leaned comfortably against the wall of the earth wall, his eyes half-closed.

In modern times, because the family has been strictly controlled since he was a child, he does not smoke or drink, let alone the dry tobacco smoked by the older generation.

But now he likes to smoke.

Without it.

This thing relieves fatigue.

After smoking, most of the fatigue can be dissipated.

After waiting for a while, Wei Tu saw that the black horse had finished eating, so he knocked the cigarette rod against the soft satin shoes a few times, then patted the dust on his buttocks, and prepared to wash and go to bed.

A horse has no night grass and is not fat.

The horse in Li's house had to get up in the middle of the night to be fed, so he didn't dare to sleep to death when he was sleeping.

If you raise a good horse to waste, you will definitely suffer from Master Li.

A bucket of sweet and cool well water was fetched from the well, and Weitu took a few sips to fill his stomach, then he lifted the bucket and poured it on his shirtless body, enjoying the coolness penetrating into the base of his tail.

Soon, strips of dirt were rubbed off his body and fell to the ground.

"I'm so old? I'm only 17 years old, and I look like a young man in his 30s."

While Ge Cu was washing his legs, in the yellow muddy water of the tub, Wei Tu borrowed the light from the stable to see his face clearly at the moment.

With a dark face, there are many wrinkles on the forehead that people of the same age should not have, coupled with the white hair at the temples, it looks quite old.

Only through those clear black and white pupils can one barely see that he is a boy.

However, at this moment-

The face in the water basin changed again, and Wei Tu's appearance became even older, from the vicissitudes of youth to a sixtieth old man with skin and white hair.

see this scene.

Weitu was so frightened that he took a few steps back. After a long time, he touched his face and brushed back the wet hair that fell to his shoulders. Seeing that it was still black, he felt relieved.

"Am I wrong?"

Suspicious, Wei Tu filled the basin with clean water again and looked towards the surface of the water.

The scene on the surface of the water was exactly the same as his appearance at the moment.

But after a while, his face changed again just like before.

The chicken-skinned and white-haired old man who looked similar to him reappeared.

This time, Weitu was not scared off, but carefully observed his "unusual" in the water.

After a few breaths.

The water was rippling.

A golden-purple light appeared between the brows of the goose-skinned and white-haired old man, shining brightly.

At the same time, Weitu's brows also began to flicker with golden light.

A golden seal engraved with "Late blooming" suddenly appeared in my mind.

""Late Bloom" fate? "

Wei Tu was startled.

In his previous life, he liked to read some fairy tales and strange novels since he was a child.

Know that traditional culture has a fate.

The fate in the dark determines a person's life, whether it is rich or noble, poor or humble.

And the fate that appeared in his mind at the moment was golden and purple in color, and it was undoubtedly the legendary Shangshang fate.

It's just a pity that this fate is a "late bloomer", and it seems that his current poor situation will not be greatly improved.

As if sensing Weitu's thoughts, the golden seal shone brightly and turned into two lines of writing floating in Weitu's mind.

"Fate: late bloomer."

"Attribute: Perseverance, success will come."

"Perseverance leads to success..."

The corner of Weitu's mouth twitched.

"There must be success" is too mysterious, and it is useless to wait until he is seventy and eighty to "be late".

When he was old and lost all his teeth, even if he claimed to be a rich man, he still couldn't even eat meat.

Not to mention sensuality.

"Since there is fate, then... is there still a fairy in the legend? Immortal, traveling to the North Sea and twilight."

Wei Tu was secretly excited.

If this world can cultivate immortals and attain the Tao, his "late bloomer" fate is not a tasteless thing, but a treasure.

"Although Qingfeng Mansion doesn't have immortals who open mountains to recruit disciples, there are warriors who open halls to recruit disciples and practice martial arts..."

"When these warriors were young, they relied on blood and courage to fight fiercely. Once they were old, they would suffer from hidden injuries and often died suddenly. Very few people lived to the age of [-]..."

"However, martial arts secrets are not all methods of fighting and fighting, and there are also health-preserving skills that can prolong life."

"Practicing health-preserving skills is not easy to be brave and fierce. People who prolong their lives to their seventies and eighties can be found everywhere. The real Miaoying recorded in the books practiced health-cultivating skills and lived to be more than a hundred years old."

Thinking of this, Wei Tu made up his mind to find an opportunity to practice health-preserving skills first, and then go to the Immortal Cave to learn from his master.

With the blessing of the "big bloomer" fate, as long as he perseveres in practicing health-preserving skills, in his later years, this health-preserving skills will definitely exert its due effect.

Long life.

The possibility of him becoming immortal will increase.

As for the fighting method of martial arts, the world is peaceful now, so it is of little use.Of course, if given the opportunity, Wei Tu would not hesitate to learn.

Before he didn't practice martial arts, there were three other reasons besides poor culture and rich martial arts.

One, martial arts are difficult, without the corresponding roots, it is difficult to achieve anything.

Practicing health-preserving exercises is also because it is easy to learn and the threshold is not high.

Both, the strength of martial arts is limited, for those who practice martial arts, being able to reach ten opponents is considered a compliment to the martial arts powerhouse of one side.

Enemies of a hundred people and enemies of a thousand people are already legendary figures.

Among the three, the warriors risk their lives with swords and swords, and most of them are idle people who are not doing their jobs properly, and it is difficult to die well.

Most of the warriors in Qingfeng Mansion are swordsmen, armed with Hengshan swords from Hengshan Town, they dismounted to become farmers, and mounted to become bandits.

"Tomorrow, I will go to Second Aunt first. Second Aunt is Master Huang's side house, and Huang's house employs a martial artist as a nursing home. Maybe there is a health-preserving skill at home..."

Back on the kang, Wei Tu suppressed his surprise when he found the golden finger, and after tossing and turning a few times, he finally fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion.

morning.

The sky is bright.

Wei Tu got up to feed the horse, and picked up the broom to clean the courtyard of Li's house.

When the master is about to wake up,
He went to the kitchen to help the cook cook.

Feeding the horses and helping out in the yard were his daily work.

In the 15th year of Qing'an, that is, six years ago, his father Wei Bao sold him to Li's house as a servant, as a tenant slave.

Fortunately, after several years of hard work, after Wei Tu learned the art of raising horses from the old horseman Liu Tou, he was successfully promoted from a tenant slave to Li Zhaixin's horseman.

As for Old Liu, he died of old age years ago.

Both the tenant slave and the stablekeeper seem to be servants, but the former is hard and tiring, and has no wages, so the master's family will use it to death.

As a skilled worker, the groom is paid a monthly salary and shares the same kitchen with the master.

It's just a little worse in food.

The master's family eats meat, and Wei Tu eats meaty soup.

(End of this chapter)