The Path Toward Heaven

Even if a waste person wants to become an ordinary person again, it takes a lot of effort.

Liu Shisui sat in the paddy field, thinking in silence.

Father Liu ignored him, inserted the seedlings in silence, and his waist was bent.

"Still sitting and doing something!"

Mother Liu pulled him from the field and beat him twice, with tears in her eyes.

On the fourth day, Liu Shisui did not go out.

He woke up before dawn, and after a simple wash, he started to squat down.

This is the introductory method of Qingshan Sect.

He knew he could not embark on the road of practice again, but he felt that this should help him recover his energy as soon as possible.

It didn't take long for a soy-sized sweat bead to appear on his forehead.

He knew that he was still very weak and could not insist on it forcibly, so he decided to take a break.

During the rest period, he sprinkled the small courtyard at home.

On the fifth day, Liu Shisui continued to squat down, until his clothes were wet with sweat, he felt a little bit happy.

In the middle of the break, he went to the vegetable garden after picking some peppers and small cabbages, and washed them carefully.

When Liu Mu came back to prepare cooking, she looked at the clean stove and dishes and rubbed her eyes.

On the sixth day, Liu Shisui began to practice boxing in addition to squatting, but unlike Nan Songting, he did not have any sound when he punched and was very quiet.

He went to the vegetable field and pinched a few handfuls of daylily, and returned to the stove, saw a piece of pork, and thought about it and cut it.

In the past few years in Qingshan, he rarely came back, but remembering Jing Jiu's words, he did not send money to the house, and Liu's life is actually not sad.

Mother Liu went home and looked at the steaming steamer. She froze and shouted out the window: "Tomorrow you will start a fire. I will help your old man do more and come back."

On the seventh day, besides squatting arrows and practicing fist, Liu Shisui started running, and found that the eaves corner was washed away by the rainstorm last year.

After cooking, he burned a grass carp and grabbed some pickles. He moved up the ladder and walked to the courtyard.

On the eighth day, in addition to these things, Liu Shisui also cut a pile of firewood, just like when he was a child, the pile was beautiful.

On the ninth day, he went to the field, and the season of transplanting rice was coming to an end, and it would be too late if he did not go.

Father Liu didn't say anything. He passed a towel and motioned him to surround his neck. He didn't know whether it was a bug in the paddy field to prevent irrigation.

Liu Shisui bowed his head and began to work, devoted himself.

The blue sky and white clouds in the water turned into evening glow. He looked up and felt backache. He looked sideways and found that he was only one-fifth of his father.

He was not in a hurry, he just wanted to take it slowly, and he was satisfied that the seedlings he planted were very straight, and they were all straight lines regardless of vertical or horizontal direction.

"What are you doing here? You can't eat as a meal."

Father Liu walked past him.

Liu Shisui smiled, thinking that the guy only wanted to look good because he was born so beautiful?

He subconsciously looked at the mountain pass, no one was there.

In the following days, Liu Shisui was like a young and strong laborer in the village, doing hard farming work, his body gradually became better, and his face turned black again.

In the first days, he occasionally got up from the field and looked towards the entrance of the village, and no one showed up.

Later, he never glanced at the village entrance again.

After the spring ploughing is the summer harvest, the end of the autumn harvest is a difficult winter, and it is boring to stay in the village, then go to the mountains to find prey.

Father Liu and Mother Liu had accepted the reality, and there was laughter again at home, and the villagers accepted him again. Some people even prepared to match him, but he refused.

What he once seemed to have forgotten, Qingshan Xiuxian, is like an unreal dream.

While walking through the mountains, several sword lights appeared occasionally in the sky.

He stopped and looked quietly at the sky until Jianguang disappeared, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Not far after winter, it was spring again, and the year passed.

The paddy fields began to irrigate again, the blue sky and white clouds came again between the fields, and the villagers had to usher in the two hardest days of the year.

In the evening, Liu Shisui pulled the soil over with a hoe, ready to fill the gap at any time.

He looked at the water in the field, rubbed his waist, and his ambition grew.

He thought that tomorrow he must do more than his father, and he must be straighter than that guy.

"It was a pitiful thing that once was born with Taoism, and now it is hard to become a farmer."

A cold and malicious voice came from behind.

Liu Shisui looked back and saw a man standing on the green tree.

The man was dressed in black and wearing a hat with a strange shape. His appearance was ordinary, but his breath was extremely gloomy.

Liu Shisui ignored him and turned his head to continue.

"It's true that the apprentices from the Qingshan religion have all fallen into such fields, and they are still so arrogant. I don't even ask my origin?"

The man in black said, "I am from Xuanyin Sect."

Listening to this sentence, Liu Shisui held his hoe slightly tight.

The Xuanyin Sect is a well-known sect of evil Taoism, and the school of Zhengdaomen represented by the Qingshan Sect has always been incompatible with each other.

Before being released, a disciple of Xuanyin Sect suddenly appeared in front of him. Of course Liu Shisui would not hesitate to turn his sword towards each other.

The problem is that now he has no sword in his hand and only a hoe, so he has done nothing and continues to work.

The Xuan Yin Sect messenger found it a bit interesting.

The deserted Qingshan did not try to escape with pity, nor did he bravely rush, as if nothing had happened.

"I like you, so I decided to help you."

Xuanyin Sect messenger floated down from the tree and said to him: "Although your meridians are broken and Jian Wan is destroyed, it doesn't matter as long as you are alive, as long as you are willing to follow me, I can help you recover For strength, do n’t pack things up. There are everything in Lengshan. It ’s too close to Qingshan. I do n’t want to be discovered by your former colleagues. "

Lengshan is a collective term for the snowy mountains of the northwest of Chaotian mainland. Kunlun Mountain, Tianshan Mountain, and Crow Mountain are all in between, and the Xuanyin Sect's main altar is also there.

Liu Shisui still ignored him.

The Xuanyin Sect messenger looked slightly cold and said, "If you do this again, I will kill you."

Liu Shisui knew that he was telling the truth, and for evil disciples, murder was a random matter.

"I know the truth about the indelible flames."

Liu Shisui put down his hoe and looked at him and said, "If I want to continue to practice in this way, I have my own way."

The Xuan Yin Sect messenger was surprised.

He was very sure there were ways to help Liu Shisui repair his injuries and continue his practice, otherwise the sect would not secretly observe for a whole year.

But he didn't expect Liu Shisui himself to know that the four words of "Undead Fire" are the key to that method.

"Since you know it's okay, why not do it?"

He found this matter unbelievable.

Is it not the most important thing for an abandoned genius to cultivate the path to practice again?For other practitioners, if they are in the same situation as Liu Shisui, seeing such an opportunity will inevitably seize it at all costs. Even if they are allowed to kill their father and mother, I am afraid that many people can do it.

Why did Liu Shisui behave so calmly, and he planted the land honestly for a year in this small mountain village, and he never tried it?

"Because that is an evil practice."

Liu Shisui's tone is very natural, like saying the most natural things in the world.

How can a righteous disciple practise an evil faction?

Well, he is no longer a disciple of Qingshan, or even a monk, but he will still do so.

Farmers should also follow the right path.

The Xuanyin emissaries stared at him for a long time and asked, "Are you stupid?"

Liu Shisui thought for a while and said, "Maybe a bit?"

"The most feared thing in my life is someone like you. It's fucking troublesome."

Leaving this sentence, the Xuanyin emissaries turned and left.