Chapter V. One year

　　The green seedlings stretched out their waist, and the distance between each plant was absolutely the same, perfect. 　　No matter which angle one looked from, the seedlings were all in a straight line, and even the shadows on the surface of the water did not deviate in any way. 　　The most amazing farmer in the mountain village couldn't do this level of work. 　　Looking at this picture, Liu Shixue's mouth could not close for a long time. 　　The breeze was light, and the green seedlings were undulating. 　　The white-clothed young man stood on the monopoly, nodded slightly, somewhat satisfied with his means, turned around and walked backward, reclined on the bamboo chair and closed his eyes. 　　Liu Shixue looked at the light of the sky and said, "Gongzi, do you want to go cut firewood next." 　　Because the white-clothed boy did not recognize himself as an immortal master, the villagers discussed the matter and decided to address each other as Gongzi. 　　"This is as far as it goes." The white-clothed boy said with his eyes closed. 　　Not understanding what he meant, Ten Liu asked, "Or cook first?" 　　The white-clothed boy ignored him. 　　It was only then that Liu Shixian understood what he meant, but he didn't understand why he changed his mind so quickly. 　　"I just want to learn, I don't really like it." 　　The white-clothed boy said, "Even if Transfiguration really makes sense, it's not for me." 　　Ten Liu couldn't understand, but just followed his words and asked, "Why?" 　　The white-clothed boy said, "Because I'm lazy and not good at it." 　　Liu Shixue was a little excited and asked, "Then what are you good at, sir?" 　　In the rumors of the small mountain village, the immortal masters in the Great Green Mountain were all godly men who were able to wave their hands to attract thunder and fly their swords into the air. 　　The white-clothed boy said, "Cutting off." 　　Everything in the world had weak spots. 　　What he was best at was finding those weak spots and then having them disconnected. 　　Such as a magic treasure, such as a mountain peak, or something else. 　　Liu Shixue did not expect to hear such an answer, and could not help but be a little disappointed, scratching his head, "No wonder you cut vegetables so well." 　　There was a wind rising, and a leaf floated down, the stubble very smooth, as if it had been chopped by a real sword. 　　There were cicadas rising. 　　This should be the first cicada chirping in the small mountain village this year. 　　The white-clothed boy opened his eyes and looked at the distant peaks hidden in the clouds. 　　Liu Shixue picked up the fallen leaf, looked at the side of his face, and asked, "What exactly is your name, gongzi?" 　　The white-clothed boy was quiet for a while and said, "Jing Jiu." 　　"Well nine?" 　　"Water well, ninth." 　　"The well of well water, the ninth of less-than-ideal things often nine or nine?" 　　"Read a book?" 　　"There used to be a gentleman in the village who left last year, and I heard that he wanted to go to the county to take the examination for a boy student." 　　"I also read." 　　"Hmm?" 　　"Come and ask me if you don't understand." 　　"Thank you, Your Excellency." 　　"Hm." 　　Willow ten years old looked at the white-clothed young man, this face he has already looked at nine days time, with resistance, still feel a little dazzling, subconsciously rubbed his eyes. 　　"Are you ...... in a bad mood?" 　　The white-clothed boy looked at the distant peaks in the fog for a long time in silence, suddenly said, "It's hard not to be annoyed when you keep doing the same thing." 　　Liu Shixue thought for a moment and said, "If ...... that thing is eating meat." 　　...... 　　...... 　　A year passed quickly, and late spring arrived again. 　　The villagers were divided into two factions regarding the white-clothed young man who called himself Jing Jiu, one faction insisted that he was the Immortal Master from the Great Green Mountain, while the other faction believed that he really wasn't an Immortal Master but should be a fallen noble son from the Prefecture, or maybe even the capital city of Chaogou, but there was one thing that both factions had exactly the same opinion, and that was that they had never seen such a lazy person before. 　　Throughout the year, the villagers had enjoyed going to hang out near the Ryu family - no matter what Jing Jiu's status actually was, they always enjoyed seeing him. But no matter when people went, they would always see Jing Jiu sleeping; if there was sun, he would lie down on a bamboo chair in the courtyard and sleep, if it was cloudy, he would lie down on the bed in the house and sleep, if it was too hot, he would move the bamboo chair to sleep under the tree by the pond, and if it was snowing, he would move it back in again, but preferred to leave the window open. 　　After the first nine days, no one ever saw Jing Jiu do even the simplest of chores again; making the bed and folding the quilt, dressing and eating were now served by Liu Shixue, and even the bamboo chair he himself slept in was moved around by Liu Shixue. 　　However, the villagers still maintained a heartfelt respect for Jing Jiu, because when the village children were reading, he would occasionally give them a few pointers, and according to the children, the Immortal Master's knowledge was more than three hundred times more profound than that of the previous gentleman. 　　The most crucial thing was that Jing Jiu was very rich and very willing to spend money, although in the beginning, the villagers didn't dare to ask for his money at all. The village's ancestral hall and immortal temple were repaired with all his silver, and now even the new road from the mountain village to the county town has been repaired for a large part of it, so how can the villagers not be grateful to him, how can they not respect him? 　　"Gongzi, be careful when you rest, carefully don't fall into the pond again." 　　Carrying the branches he picked from the mountain, Liu Shishou looked at Jing Jiu who was lying on the bamboo chair and was a little worried. 　　Such a thing had happened once before, and he had been severely lectured by his father for not serving the Immortal Master well. 　　Jing Jiu hmmm'd as he lay on the bamboo chair, not knowing if it was in response to his words or if it was because he was too comfortable resting under the shade of the tree. 　　It should be the latter, his slender fingers tapping on the bamboo chair, the rhythm was scattered and without any pattern, giving off a lazy feeling. 　　Willow Ten hesitated for a moment and let go of the branch on his back. 　　He sat down against the tree and hugged his knees, staring at the bamboo chair, not daring to relax for a moment. 　　He was eleven years old now, but he was still called Ten, and Jing Jiu didn't seem to have any intention of changing his name for him, which, in his mind, should be because the male was too lazy. 　　No matter what his name was, he was still as honest and trustworthy as ever, and since he had promised his father that he would take good care of the male, he would do so. 　　Moreover, the sound of Duke Jing Jiu knocking on the chair was interesting, he didn't know how to describe it in words, he just felt that his heart was getting quieter and quieter. 　　The mountain breeze brushed the water, the sunlight was fading, and the night was getting thicker and thicker. 　　"Last two times, exhale early." 　　Liu Xiu was slightly startled at the words, then sobered up and said, "Got it." 　　Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked out at the pond. 　　The night wind had disappeared without a trace, and the water was calm, just like a mirror. 　　Looking at the face on the water, he didn't say anything for a long time. 　　This face was beautiful. 　　This face was perfect. 　　If it was said that the eyebrows were like a picture, the painter was bound to be the most outstanding one in millions of years. 　　Even he had never seen such a good-looking face in the cultivation world where there were countless handsome men and beautiful women. 　　Starlight fell on this face and on the water, and the light moved slightly, giving this face more of a dream-like feeling. 　　This was not the first time he had seen this face of his own. 　　At that time, when he saw this face by the pond, he realized why the villagers reacted that way on the day he first arrived in the mountain village, and then that firmly believed that he was an Immortal Master. 　　To be able to have such a face, no one would be dissatisfied, even if he was Jing Jiu. 　　He just felt that there was a place that was slightly strange. 　　Looking at himself on the surface of the water, he raised his hand and touched his ears. 　　Those were a pair of beckoning ears, looking round, interestingly enough, with this face was not ugly, but rather added a few cute points. 　　He understood why this was, just still a little uncomfortable ah. 　　The night wind rose again, whisked away that perfect face on the water, also whisked away the thoughts in his heart. 　　Everything is like a dream bubble, as if it was Senior Sister Lian in the Water Moon Nunnery who said it. 　　Jing Jiu lay back on the bamboo chair, wanting to drink water, but realizing that the water bottle was in front of the chair and he needed to sit up again, he glanced at Liu Shixian. 　　Liu Shishou squatted at the bottom of the tree, was holding a grass root and teasing the jumping green worm, feeling the gaze that fell on him, he raised his head before realizing what was going on, sighed, got up and walked to the bamboo chair, lifted up the kettle of water, and handed it to Jing Jiu. 　　Jing Jiu drank from the bowl of water and closed his eyes again. 　　Without leaving, Liu Shixue squatted down by the bamboo chair, propped his hand on his jaw and looked at Jing Jiu's face in a daze, thinking how could it be so good looking? 　　He has seen too much, so he is different from other villagers, he knows that in this year, this face has actually changed, not the eyebrows, but ...... the temperament? 　　The male son is not as dull as it was initially, his eyes are much more animated and angry, and in fact the words are much more than before. 　　Jing Jiu closed his eyes, and after three breaths, he opened his eyes again. 　　Liu Shixue was a little surprised, over the past year, no matter if the Gongzi was sleeping or taking a small break or faking a nap, he would never open his eyes so quickly. 　　"What are you doing?" 　　Jing Jiu looked at the stars in the night sky and said, "I'm projecting the next three years." 　　Liu Shixue scratched his head, thinking, "Then what are you doing when you sleep every day on weekdays? 　　Jing Jiu seemed to know what was on his mind and said, "I am projecting the next three thousand years." 　　Liu Shiyou opened his eyes wide and said, "Three thousand years?" 　　Jing Jiu asked, "If you meditate and exhaust your mind, and spend countless hours writing an excellent essay, thinking that you will never be able to write such a good essay again in this life, only to accidentally let the paper manuscript fall into the stove and be burned to ashes, how would you feel?" 　　Liu Xushi froze before reacting, his right hand rubbed his chest and said, "I don't dare to think about it, thinking about it makes my heart ache." 　　"It's not pain, it's pain." Jing Jiu was quiet for a while and said, "It's painful." 　　That kind of pain could not be understood by those who had not experienced it. 　　The pain was unbearable. 　　Yet the pain was so great that besides rewriting that article again, what else could be done? 　　Ryuuji sympathized, "That person can only rewrite it." 　　Jing Jiu said, "Yes, what else can one do but rewrite it?" 　　Ten-year-old Liu thought of one thing and said with worry, "But what if I can't remember all the wonderful words and phrases in the original article, as well as those subtle allusions?" 　　"If you can't remember it, it's naturally unimportant, how can those words and phrases and allusions be considered truly wonderful?" 　　Jing Jiu looked towards the peaks in the night mist and said, "Write it again, it's bound to be a better piece of brocade." 　　Liu Shixue thought about it and wondered if it made sense, thinking about the previous conversation, she curiously asked, "What have you deduced, sir? What about the rain in the next three years?" 　　Jing Jiu's eyes fell on a forest not far away and said, "I only deduced that the time has come." 　　It was this night. 　　The night breeze rose slightly, his plain shirt fluttered, and a middle-aged cultivator with a rather disembodied appearance floated down to the ground, carrying a long sword behind him. 　　Ten Liu was startled and hid behind a bamboo chair. 　　That middle-aged cultivator's line of sight landed on Jing Jiu, his sword brows slightly raised, seemingly somewhat surprised. 　　...... 　　...... 　　(It will not be so early title, but rewrite the article this thing is really a very important thing in the first half of this story, for us authors this is cut and dried, because of computer crashes, because of power outages, because of cats, because of wives, because of a variety of even a little bizarre to the point of readers laughing at the reason, we did lose a lot of manuscripts, I believe that the vast majority of the authors have had such an experience, and that was our most painful I believe most of the authors have this experience, that is the most painful time for us, the degree of pain is proportional to the number of words lost documents, or geometric progression. There is no other way but to comfort each other at this time. In the past few years, when my friend and I encountered this kind of situation, we all comforted ourselves and encouraged and cheered up with the words in the article by Jing Jiu, which are our true words - if we can't remember the plot when we lost it, that kind of plot has no qualification to continue to stay in our novels, and what can be remembered is the good, and rewriting is bound to produce a better article. (Rewriting is bound to produce better articles, that's true, just ...... wish all the authors in the world don't need to go through such a thing, muahahaha.)