The Path Toward Heaven

Three minutes later, the teenager opened his eyes again, removed the dried clothes from the branches and put them on again, looked at a mountain that disappeared in the cloud in the distance, and turned to walk down the stream.

Compared with when he walked out of the lake, his footsteps became much more stable, like learning to walk or getting used to this body.

There was fog on the bank of the stream. Fortunately, there was no rock, and it was not difficult to walk. It didn't take long for him to walk out of the mountain along the stream and came to a village.

The farmer who was loose in the field, the old man who dragged the cart to pull the hay, the woman who delivered food to the middle of the mountain, and the children playing under the big tree at the entrance of the village, gradually stopped their movements and stood on the spot.

The boy in white walked to the village.

The hoe in the farmer's hand fell to the ground, almost hitting his foot.

The pipe in the old man's mouth fell, and the hot donkey pulling the cart screamed in pain.

The woman held the rice urn in her arms tightly, but her mouth was wider than her mouth.

Suddenly the children spread out, yelling and ran to the village, and one of them was crying.

The boy in white stopped and didn't understand what was going on.

Dense footsteps sounded, and the people in the mountain village gathered at the entrance of the village, with awe and tension on their faces.

Under the leadership of an old man, the villagers knelt awkwardly on the ground and shouted unevenly: "See Master Sir."

The look of the young boy in white remains unchanged. Many years ago, he occasionally walked in the world. Such scenes have been encountered many times.

But he soon discovered anomalies, why can these ordinary villagers recognize their true identity?

There is no answer to this question, because he did not ask, and the villagers would not answer.

The villagers looked at him with great enthusiasm, and their expression was a little timid, like looking at the plaque above the county government office.

Being stared at by dozens of such sights, the teenager did not panic. After thinking about it, he said, "Hello."

"Good fairy!"

Still the old man took the lead, and the villagers replied verbally.

One after another, it seemed like a certain ceremony.

The villagers saluted again, and some of the unresponsive children were beaten twice by their parents.

Those little children who didn't cry, just stared at the teenager's face, and rounded their eyes, as if looking at the rarest candy in the world.

There was silence, and the big tree shook in the breeze, making a loud noise.

No villagers dared to speak, kept the most respectful posture, and stood slightly.

Not knowing how long it had passed, the boy in white suddenly said, "I want to live here for a year."

The old man was surprised, and some of them could not believe their ears. The villagers were also dumbfounded. What did he mean by fairy master?

Looking at the reaction of the crowd, the young boy in white was searching in his memory and remembered something again. It seemed that money was a very important thing in the world.

He reached his hand in front of the old man with dozens of gold leaves in his palm.

If placed in normal times, these villagers would see these gold leaves, and they would be fainted with excitement, but at this time they just glanced at them, and then looked at the white man again.

In their eyes, white-boys are much more beautiful than these gold leaves, and how can these gold leaves be taken?

"Senior Master Ken's stay is our blessing."

The old man said anxiously: "It's just that the poor villages are poor, and I really can't find a house where the fairy master can be repaired."

The boy in white doesn't know how many things the old man thought in such a short time, and what the villagers are thinking.

Of course, he didn't care. He only knew that the other party should have agreed to his request. His eyes swept through the villagers and finally fell on a little boy.

The little boy was a little black, very strong, and had a honest look, which gave him a very honest feeling.

"Where do you live?"

The boy in white looked at the little boy and said.

The little boy was stunned and did not react until he was slapped hard by the father beside him.

"Genwa, don't hurry to show the fairy master!"

The old man shouted hurriedly.

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In a courtyard west of the mountain village, the room was a bit dark.

Following the warning on his father's way, the little boy respectfully saluted the boy in white and prepared to withdraw.

The boy in white suddenly asked, "Name?"

The little boy stopped and said, "Liu Baogen."

The boy in white was silent for a while and then asked, "Age?"

The little boy said, "Ten years old."

"Bagen doesn't sound good."

The boy in white said, "He will be ten years old."

The little boy touched his back.

Since then, he is Liu Shisui.

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Out of the yard, Liu Shisui was surrounded by people from the village.

The old man asked with concern: "What did the fairy master instruct?"

Liu Shisui said a bit muddled: "He asked me my age ... and gave me a name."

The old man was slightly surprised, and the little boy's parents were overjoyed and rubbed their hands.

Liu Shisui didn't like the new name, and he said aggrievedly: "How can there be such a strange name."

Father raised his hand and prepared to fight, and suddenly remembered the fairy master in the house, forced to endure.

The old man taught: "What kind of blessings are given by the fairy master, ordinary people can't ask for anything, but can't talk nonsense."

Liu Shisui suddenly thought of the last few words in the room and quickly said: "But he said he was not a fairy master."

The villagers were a little puzzled, wondering what else could be the fairy master?

"I looked at him like a fool."

Liu Shisui said honestly: "He wants me to teach him."

The old man hesitated and asked, "Xian ... what do you want him to teach him?"

Liu Shisui said: "Making beds and quilts, doing laundry and cooking, cutting wood for farming, um, that's all, I remember one word correctly.

The villagers were surprised, thinking that they would not even do these things. Could it be that the man in the house who is not a fairy is really a fool?"

The old man laughed and said: "In Daqing Mountain, the fairy master has his own sword boy to serve, drink the milk and eat the fairy fruit, where will they do these things."

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In the following days, the fairy master who lived in the Liu family became the center of all attention and discussion in the entire small village.

The villagers accepted the old man's statement very naturally and firmly believed in the identity of the fairy master.

The only thing they didn't understand was why the fairy master didn't return to Daqing Mountain, but he wanted to stay in this small mountain village, and the little guy from the Liu family who had accumulated eight lifetimes of happiness taught him to do these things.

Liu Shisui, who is envious or even jealous of the villagers, does not understand why such a simple thing is so difficult.

That night, he began to teach the other party how to make a bed because the other party needed to sleep.

Early the next morning, he also had to teach the other party how to fold the quilt.

Then he found out that the other party had never actually done such a thing!

When he found that the other party would not do anything else, he was really stupid.

"Don't pour the rice out when pouring water!"

"Don't cut the wood too thin, it won't burn!"

"Fish scales can't be needed, neither can fish gills, those black ... can't be."

"A knife on the left and a knife on the right, don't cut it, the clothes will come out, right, right."

"That's not a sweet potato, it's a cold melon ... Hurry up and put it down, Mommy doesn't like to eat that one at all."

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Before Liu Shisui saw the book, he said that the five grains are indistinguishable and the four bodies are not diligent. I have never believed that there are such people in the world.

Until he met a teenager in white.

But nine days later, he began to doubt his thoughts again.

Because it took only nine days for the white man to learn everything he taught.

On the first day, the boy in white learns to make the simplest bed and quilt, cut wood and burn water.

The next day, the boy in white learned some of the more complicated housework. The cleaned window of the Liu's courtyard was as clean as a freshman.

On the third day, the boy in white started to cook, and after two glances, he learned how to kill chicken and cut fish, cut green 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 cut some bamboo and made a recliner, which was better than the craftsmanship of the old craftsman.

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Now, the cucumber in white clothes cut out can be stretched to two feet in length, and the thickness of each piece is exactly the same. As for the cut wood, it is even more beautiful.

It is obviously the same stream, the same rice, the same potato chips, the same stove and iron pot, but the rice cooked by the white boy is more fragrant than all the rice that Liu Shisui has eaten.

The young man in white even rebuilt the courtyard wall in the small courtyard, and the cornices that had been in disrepair for a long time were all neatly repaired, as if new.

Liu Shisui found it hard to doubt the identity of the other party.

Apart from the fairy master, who can do such a thing?

And he didn't see the white boy washing his clothes.

He didn't understand why after doing so many things, the white dress was still so white, just like the best rice.

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(Suddenly thought about our little garlic-peeling little girl wearing a mink ...)