Chapter Four The Nine Heavens

　　Three moments later, the teenager opened his eyes again, took his already dry clothes from the branch and put them on, glanced at a certain mountain peak in the distance that had disappeared back into the clouds, and turned around to walk downstream towards the stream. 　　Compared to when he stepped out of the lake, his footsteps became much more stable, as if he had learned to walk, or perhaps he had gotten used to this body. 　　The bank of the stream was foggy, but fortunately there were no messy rocks, so walking wasn't difficult, and it didn't take him long to follow the stream out of this mountain and in front of a village. 　　The farmers loosening the soil in the fields, the old man dragging a big cart to pull hay, the woman delivering food to the mid-level mountain, and the children playing under the big tree at the entrance of the village, all gradually stopped their hands and stood in place. 　　The white-clothed boy walked toward the village. 　　The hoe in the farmer's hand fell to the ground, nearly smashing his foot. 　　The pipe in the old man's mouth fell, scalding the donkey pulling the cart and braying in pain. 　　The woman clutched the rice urn in her arms, but her mouth opened wider than the mouth of the urn. 　　The children suddenly dispersed, shouting and running to the village around, in which there is a little girl is actually wow wow cry. 　　The white boy stopped his steps, not understanding what is going on. 　　Dense footsteps sounded, and the people in the mountain village all gathered at the entrance of the village, with awe and nervousness on their faces. 　　Under the leadership of an old man, the villagers somewhat clumsily knelt to the ground, unevenly shouting, "Greetings to Lord Immortal Master." 　　The white-clothed young man's expression remained unchanged, many years ago he would occasionally walk in the mortal world and had encountered such scenes many times. 　　However, he soon noticed the anomaly, how were these ordinary villagers able to recognize his true identity? 　　There was no answer to this question, because he didn't ask, the villagers naturally wouldn't answer. 　　The villagers looked at him with incomparable enthusiasm and a somewhat timid expression, just like looking at the plaque above the county government office. 　　Being stared at by dozens of such lines of sight, the teenager was not flustered, and after thinking about it, he said, "Good day to you all." 　　"Good day, Immortal Master!" 　　Still led by that old man, the villagers responded in a chorus. 　　It was as if some sort of ritual was going on between one and the other. 　　The villagers saluted again, and some small children who couldn't react fast enough were even spanked twice by their parents. 　　Instead of crying, the children just stared at the young man's face, staring with rounded eyes as if they were looking at the rarest candy in the world. 　　It was quiet, the trees swayed lightly in the breeze, making a clattering sound. 　　None of the villagers dared to speak, maintaining the most respectful posture, bowing slightly. 　　I don't know how long it took, but the white boy suddenly said, "I'm going to stay here for a year." 　　That old man was surprised, somewhat unable to believe his ears, the villagers were also dumbfounded, thinking to themselves, what does Immortal Master mean by this? 　　Watching the crowd's reaction, the white-clothed boy searched in his memory and once again remembered something, as if silver money was something important in the mortal world. 　　He put his hand in front of the old man, and in his palm were dozens of gold leaves. 　　If they were placed in normal times, these villagers would only faint with excitement and thrill at the sight of these gold leaves, but at this time, they only glanced at them, and then looked at the white-clothed boy again. 　　In their eyes, the white-clothed boy was much better looking than these gold leaves, and how could they take these gold leaves? 　　"It is our good fortune that Immortal Master is willing to stay." 　　The old man said somewhat uneasily, "It's just that the cold village is poor, and we really can't find a residence that would allow Immortal Master to cultivate." 　　The white-clothed boy didn't know how many things the old man had thought about in such a short period of time, and what the villagers were thinking. 　　Of course, he didn't care, only knowing that the other party should have agreed to his request, his eyes swept through the villagers and finally landed on a little boy. 　　That little boy was born a little dark, very sturdy, and had an honest look, giving off a very naive feeling. 　　"Where do you live?" 　　The white-clothed boy looked at that little boy and said. 　　That little boy froze and didn't react until he was heavily slapped by his father beside him. 　　"Genwa, why don't you hurry up and show the immortal master the way!" 　　That old man shouted sharply. 　　...... 　　...... 　　The room in a courtyard on the western side of the mountain village was somewhat dark. 　　That little boy, following his father's warning on the road, respectfully saluted the white-clothed teenager and was ready to exit. 　　The white-clothed boy suddenly asked, "Name?" 　　The little boy stopped and said, "Liu Baogen." 　　The white-clothed boy was silent for a while and asked again, "Age?" 　　The little boy said, "Ten years old." 　　"Baogen is not good to hear." 　　The white-clothed boy said, "In the future, call it ten years old." 　　The little boy touched the back of his head. 　　From then on, he was Liu ten years old. 　　...... 　　...... 　　After leaving the courtyard, Liu Shixue was immediately surrounded by people from the village. 　　The old man asked with concern: "What does the immortal master want?" 　　Willow ten years old some muddle-headed said: "He asked me my age it ...... also gave me a name." 　　The old man sniffed slightly shocked, the little boy's parents are overjoyed, constantly rubbing their hands. 　　Liu ten years old for the new name but some do not like, some aggrieved said, "Which has this kind of strange name." 　　The father raised his hand and was about to hit, but suddenly remembered the immortal master in the room and forced himself to hold back. 　　The old man lectured: "Immortal master give name, that is what kind of luck, ordinary people can not even beg, can not talk nonsense." 　　Liu Shishou suddenly thought of the last words he said in the house and hurriedly said, "But he said he is not an immortal master." 　　The villagers were a bit puzzled, thinking what else could that person be if not an Immortal Master? 　　"I looked at him somewhat like a fool." 　　Ten Liu said honestly, "He also wants me to teach him." 　　The old man hesitantly asked, "What does the immortal ...... master want you to teach him?" 　　Liu Shishou said, "Making beds and folding quilts, washing and cooking, chopping wood and planting, well, that's it, I didn't misremember a word." 　　The villagers were surprised, thinking, "Can't even do these things, could it be that the one in the house is not an immortal master, but really a fool?" 　　The old man, however, laughed and said, "In the Great Green Mountain, the Immortal Master has his own sword boy to serve him, drink pulp and dew, and eat immortal fruits, where would he do these things." 　　...... 　　...... 　　In the following days, the Immortal Master who lived in the Liu Family became the center of all attention and discussion in the entire small mountain village. 　　The villagers very naturally accepted the old man's statement and were convinced of the Immortal Master's identity. 　　The only thing they didn't understand was why the Immortal Master didn't go back to the Great Green Mountain, but stayed in this small mountain village, and wanted that little guy from the Liu Family who had accumulated eight lifetimes of blessings to teach him to do these things. 　　Envied and even envied by the villagers, what Liu ten years old did not understand was why such a simple thing could not be done. 　　That night, he began to teach the other man how to make his bed, because he needed to sleep. 　　The next morning, he also had to teach the other party how to fold the quilt. 　　Then he realized that the other man had really never done such a thing before! 　　He was really dumbfounded when he realized that the other party didn't know how to do any of those other things either. 　　"Don't pour out the rice when you pour the water!" 　　"Don't cut the firewood too thin, it doesn't burn well that way!" 　　"You can't take the fish scales, you can't take the gills, and you can't take those black ...... ones." 　　"One cut on the left, one cut on the right, don't cut off, and the straw raincoat will come out, right, right, right." 　　"That is not a ground potato, it is a cold melon ...... hurry up and put it down, Mma likes to eat that the least." 　　...... 　　...... 　　Liu ten years old before seeing the book said that the five grains, four bodies, has not believed that there is really such a person in the world. 　　Until he met the boy in white. 　　But after nine days, he began to doubt himself again. 　　Because the boy in white learned everything he was taught in only nine days. 　　On the first day, the boy in white learned the simplest things such as making beds and folding quilts, chopping wood and boiling water. 　　On the second day, the boy in white learned some of the more complicated chores, and the Liu family's small courtyard was cleaned as if it were a newborn. 　　On the third day, the white boy began to cook, and after watching for a couple of moments, he learned how to kill chickens and dissect fish, and cut onions and peel garlic. 　　The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day ...... 　　On the ninth day, the sun rose as usual, and the boy in white chopped some bamboo and made a chaise longue, better than the old gimlet's handiwork. 　　...... 　　...... 　　Now, the Demoiselle Cucumber cut out by the boy in white can be pulled up to two feet long, and the thickness of each slice is exactly the same, as for the firewood cut out, it is even more beautiful and indescribable. 　　Obviously the same stream water, the same rice, mixed with the same potatoes, using the same stove and iron pot, but the rice cooked by the white-clothed teenager is more fragrant than all the rice that Liu Xueyang has ever eaten. 　　The white-clothed boy even rebuilt the walls of the small courtyard, and the eaves that had been in disrepair for a long time were patched up neatly, as if they were new. 　　Liu Shixue found it hard to doubt the other party's identity anymore. 　　Besides an Immortal Master, who could do such a thing? 　　Moreover, he hadn't seen the white-clothed boy wash his clothes. 　　He couldn't understand why, after doing so much, that white garment was still this white, like the best rice. 　　...... 　　...... 　　(Suddenly thought of the garlic peeling little sister wearing white sable in our great northeast ......)