Happy little peasants

Hearing what the old man said, Zhang Hui suddenly realized: "No wonder Fang Zhu wants to take me here. He just wants me to be trapped in the mountain just now. Even if I go out, I will fall into this person's hands. Pulling the dung, if the top asks, he can say that he really brought me back. I broke into this place by myself, and he doesn't have to bear the responsibility. This trick is really poisonous!"

"No, no, I still have to go to Lushan. If I don't hurry to Lushan, they will think that I am lost. This is a good opportunity to fall from the sky, old man, sorry." Zhang Hui looked at this old man's posture. To take him away and prevent him from going up to Lushan, he quickly refused.

"You are here, you must pick me up shit."

The old man's fingers clasped Zhang Hui's arm, and Zhang Hui felt that there was a kung fu on the fingers, which was so strong that he couldn't easily break free.He became curious about the identity of this person, and suspected that the fact that he had always been unable to go out in the woods before was a ghost of this person, so he didn't resist, and simply followed to see what the old man was doing alone in the mountains.

The two walked to the front of a large vegetable garden. The vegetables grown in the vegetable garden seemed to be radishes except for cabbage, and they weren't planted in a row. The green seedlings and the black soil seemed to form a graphic.

Zhang Huixin smiled and said, "Is this guy really planting vegetables?"

The old man led Zhang Hui towards the vegetable field and said as he walked: "You will know me when you reach Lushan, because I live at the foot of the mountain on the east side of Lushan Mountain. They call me'Old Ghost of Dongshan', so can you. Call me that."

"Old Dongshan ghost?" Zhang Hui murmured, guessing that since this person has such a nickname, he is definitely not a simple person, and he wondered, "I don't dare to call that, you are really growing vegetables here. of?"

"I don't grow vegetables, don't you grow vegetables? I have grown vegetables for 30 years." The old man looked at Zhang Hui with his hands on his hips and was rather impatient.

"If you are just a vegetable grower, why do they call you that?" Zhang Hui still wanted to ask something.

The old man rolled his eyes, his mouth pursed upwards, and the white beard on his lips curled upwards. His expression seemed to be thinking of something inconvenient to tell Zhang Hui, but he was impatient to cover up, and he said: "My name is Xie My name is Xie Zhuo. There are not many people who can talk to me in the past so many years. You have to forget your surname. If you refuse to call me that, then you can call me to thank the old man. Lushan's gangsters They are all afraid of me, so they call me "Old Dongshan Ghost"."

Now Zhang will feel that this person is not simple anymore. If a vegetable grower can make Lushan disciples afraid of him, then he must have some skills.

Zhang Hui followed Xie Zhuo to a hut, and saw that there were all kinds of tools for growing vegetables such as hoes, skips, dung baskets, and so on. It really seemed to be planting vegetables.

"Senior, you are at this age. How can you be so busy with growing so many vegetables?" Zhang Hui also helped the family grow vegetables when he was in Linshui Town. He probably knew everything he needed to do. If Xie Zhuo were the only person in the large vegetable field, it would be exhausted.

Xie Zhuo stroked his beard and looked up into the distance, his expression very proud: "Of course I have my own methods."

Zhang Hui walked to the dung basket and asked, "Where am I going to load the dung? I want to finish picking up Lushan quickly."

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's getting dark. I'll talk about the dung picking thing tomorrow. Come in with me and cook for me." Xie Zhuo pushed Zhang Hui out of the vegetable garden.

Zhang Huixin said: "This man seems to be arresting a servant, making me pick dung and cook. I don't know when I can get rid of him."

There are a few short and old earthen houses not far from the vegetable garden. Zhang Hui guessed that this should be Xie Zhuo's residence.

The furnishings in the room are extremely simple, there is no superfluous furnishings, and it seems that no new objects have been added for many years.

Zhang Hui's eyes were attracted by the table in the middle of the room.The oblique light penetrated into the room and hit the table exactly, illuminating the old imprints on the table very clearly.

Those imprints seem to be layered on top of each other. At first glance, it can only be seen that there are many messy lines and graphics drawn on the desktop, and there is no fancy at all.

But under this light, when you look up at your eyes, you can find that these lines and figures are actually runes one after another.

Xie Zhuo was surprised to see Zhang Hui staring at the table: "Yo, can you understand this?"

Zhang Hui had also heard of Rune Shu at Gou Xin, but it was difficult to understand Rune Shu, and Gou Xin didn't intend to teach Zhang Hui, so Zhang Hui couldn't even know the fur.

He fixed his eyes on the table, raised his fingers in the air, and involuntarily began to trace the marks he saw.

Xie Zhuo walked to Zhang Hui and put one hand on the hand where Zhang Hui was tracing the mark in the air. Zhang Hui felt a stream of air flow from Xie Zhuo's hand, as if forming between the two hands. A layer of diaphragm.

Suddenly a yellow light appeared in the place where Zhang Hui passed in the air. He couldn't believe that the marks he had drawn in the air could actually show up. He continued to trace the marks as he saw the marks from the table. As it became more complete, those crooked twists that he couldn't understand seemed to contain certain specific meanings, reflecting the mystery of some things hidden around him.

After he traced the entire rune, he looked at the wonderful figures in the sky and felt unprecedented joy and excitement.

There was only a bang, and the window closed suddenly, as if someone from outside slammed the window toward this side.

Zhang Hui looked at it curiously and thought: "Is this the rune described by my master to describe the veins of all things, and then use the veins to affect all things?"

Xie Zhuo saw Zhang Hui's bewilderment and concentration, and smiled and asked, "Boy, where did you come from? Why did you go to Lushan?"

"Linshui Town, Jianyang County."

"Oh? Come from such a far place, it seems that the intention is not small!" Xie Zhuo's tone began to reveal his curiosity for this young man.

"I want to be a practitioner and a swordsman." Zhang Hui didn't really have any idea about entering Lushan, but when Xie Zhuo talked about his intentions, his desire to become a practitioner came out again.

Xie Zhuo stroked his beard and laughed: "Haha, becoming a swordsman is not easy. Lushan has only a few people in the past few hundred years, and there are not many people willing to take this path."

"Oh? It's so good to be a swordsman. You don't have to be afraid of how many people from Beimang come. Why don't you take this road?" Zhang Hui asked.

The smile on Xie Zhuo's face faded, and the child-like look on his face suddenly became serious, and he sighed: "The path of the sword master is not easy to walk. Let's put aside the roots and talents, but only the point of firmness. Very few people can do it. At least in the past few decades, I have not seen Lushan have a decent swordsman. Lushan has sent a large number of talents to our great Qi country. This is true. It can be in the realm of cultivation. In terms of height, it is not comparable to Beimang Bei Amen."

"Huh?" Zhang Hui had never heard of such remarks, and felt very surprised.

Xie Zhuo shook his head and pointed to the stove to signal Zhang Hui to cook over: "Remember, if you enter Lushan, I can say that. You can't say that. That's why I have planted at the foot of the mountain for decades. Dishes."