Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 139 Useless is a scholar?

In front of the thatched hut, a five-year-old boy stood on a high stool, holding a spatula in both hands, skillfully frying the wild vegetable rice in the pot, adding a little bit of rapeseed oil to the wild vegetables and rice, and frying them together.

Next to her was a three-year-old girl with her bare butt hugging a little dirt dog, staring eagerly at the iron pan that was constantly emitting a scent, and the little dirt dog was all over her body.

The father of the young siblings died two years ago. When wars broke out in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the family went to the mountains to escape the war. In order to protect his wife and two children, the father died together with a hungry lone wolf.

The wife and two young children lost their way in the mountains. When they were hungry and cold, they met a mountain guard dog who had driven away monsters. Under the guidance of the mountain guard dog, the woman took the children to Muliu Village and lived in Zhao Tiezhu and Xu Shijie built thatched cottages for them.

A month ago, the mother of the two brothers and sisters went to wash clothes by the stream not far from the village. It rained heavily in the mountains suddenly. When she got up and returned, her foot slipped into the stream and was washed away by the rain.

A woman from the same village ran back to report the news, but the rain was too heavy and the mountain road was muddy, so it was impossible to go out to find someone.

After the rain stopped, Zhao Tiezhu and others found the woman's body in the lower reaches of the stream.

There was nothing to pay attention to in the mountains to carry the corpse back. All the young and strong in the village were mobilized to find an open space on Niuwei Mountain not far from the village, dig a grave, and simply bury it.

The brother and sister became orphans. The little boy cheered up after crying when he knew his mother was dead.

The little girl is small, she had a high fever when she went to the mountain, her brain was burnt out, she could only babble at the age of three, she couldn't speak, and when she saw her mother lying on a stretcher and being carried back, she just thought her mother was asleep .

The little boy followed the adults up the mountain to collect herbs during the day, and his younger sister was fostered at Zhao Tiezhu's house. When he came back down the mountain in the evening, he went to Zhao Tiezhu's house to pick up his younger sister.

Yesterday, when I went to the mountain to collect herbs, the little boy accidentally sprained his ankle. He showed it to the village bone-damage master and applied some medicinal wine. He needed to rest for two or three days, so today he rested at home to take care of his younger sister.

"Stay girl, come wash your hands and eat."

The little boy brought a big pot and shoveled wild vegetable rice into the pot. The pot was full, which was enough for three meals for the two brothers and sisters.

"rice."

The little girl could only say this one word. She got up staggeringly, walked to the water tank, looked at her brother who was already standing in front of the water tank with a wooden ladle in his hand, and obediently stretched out his dirty little hand.

The little boy scooped up water to help his sister wash her hands, then wiped them dry with a cloth, washed her hands himself, and then carried his sister to the dinner table.

The younger sister likes to eat with her hands, so the little boy gave her a big bowl. He was afraid that the younger sister would knock the bowl on the ground, so the bowl contained less rice and added more after eating.

When the brothers and sisters were enjoying their meal, a young man in white came over and stood outside the fence.

The little boy subconsciously put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood in front of his sister, and looked warily at the young man in white not far away.

The younger sister looked up, then continued to bury her head in the rice bowl, and the food was delicious.

"It smells so good, kid, can I have a meal at your house!"

The little boy did not relax his guard and asked, "Who are you?"

Yan Ping said: "I'm a passing scholar, not a bad guy, if I were a bad guy, I wouldn't be able to enter the village!"

"Wang Wang Wang."

The little boy suddenly started to bark like a dog. Don't tell me, the barking is just like the real thing. With this trick alone, he can earn a lot of money as a performer on the street.

The mountain guard dog heard the call, and ran over quickly. Seeing that it was the teacher, he said to the little boy: "Little Changsheng, this is the teacher who teaches on the mountain. I brought it in, and he is not a bad person."

After hearing the mountain dog's explanation, Xiao Changsheng was relieved, took a clean wooden bowl and served Yan Ping a bowl of wild vegetable rice, "My family has nothing to eat, only this wild vegetable rice, if you don't mind, please come in and eat together. "

The mountain dog sent a voice transmission: "Master, why are you here?"

Yan Ping replied: "I have my eyes on this kid, where is his family?"

The mountain dog said: "Master, Xiao Changsheng's father two years ago... just a month ago, Xiao Changsheng's mother also accidentally fell into the stream and died. Now the two brothers and sisters depend on each other for life."

"Master, can you help me see if Xiaodai's illness can still be cured?"

Yan Ping glanced at the buttocks, sitting on a small bench holding a big bowl, his head was almost buried in the bowl, and said: "It can be cured, just comb the brain nerves and stimulate their regrowth."

"Thank you, master."

"Hurry up and go back and take care of Xu Shijie, he should be waking up soon."

"Yes, Master."

"Little Changsheng, I'm leaving, take care of this gentleman."

"Brother Dog, go slowly."

Yan Ping went to the table and sat down, picked up his rice bowl and chewed slowly.

Ordinary or even barely edible wild vegetable rice, but the little girl can eat it so deliciously, Yan Ping's mood is mixed, and he can't tell what it feels like.

"rice."

The little girl licked her rice bowl clean and yelled at her brother, like a little beast waiting to be fed.

Xiao Changsheng picked up the rice grains from the corner of his sister's mouth and ate them, and refilled the meal. Xiaodai smiled silly at her brother and buried her head in eating.

"Little Changsheng, what's your last name?"

"My name is Xu Changsheng, and my younger sister's name is Xu Youxi, nicknamed Daimei."

"Changsheng, Youxi, is your father a scholar?"

"My father is the only Juren in the town, the kind who doesn't have to kneel when he sees the county magistrate."

Xiao Changsheng said quite proudly.

The next moment it became silent again.

Yan Ping ate a bowl of rice with wild vegetables, put down his chopsticks and said, "Your father is a Juren, what about you, do you want to study for Juren, or even be the number one scholar?"

"Do not want to."

Xiao Changsheng shook his head without thinking.

Yan Ping asked curiously: "Why don't you want to study, don't want to take the Juren examination, the number one scholar?"

Xiao Changsheng stared at him and said: "Nothing is a scholar, I want to practice martial arts, I want to protect my sister. If my father had martial arts in his body back then, he would not have died. If I knew martial arts, I would be able to rescue my mother if something happened. She won't die either."

"A scholar who is useless is a scholar. Xiao Changsheng, this sentence is not very accurate. A scholar can kill demons, and he can also eliminate demons. A powerful scholar can do everything from heaven to earth."

"You liar. A scholar has no strength to restrain a chicken, my father can't carry it on his shoulders, he can't lift it with his hands, and my mother does all the work at home, except for that time when he and the hungry wolf... In short, without you saying the kind of scholar."

Xiao Changsheng didn't believe Yan Ping's words at all, and he was determined to practice martial arts.

Yan Ping said: "But you don't have the qualifications to practice martial arts!"

Xu Changsheng: "How do you, a scholar, know if I have the qualifications to practice martial arts?"

Yan Ping smiled and said, "Who told you that I'm just a scholar."

He picked up a chopstick and threw it forward. Swish, the chopstick sank into a large bluestone.

(End of this chapter)