The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

But I saw that the fields were full of students wearing college uniforms. They rolled up their trousers and used farm tools in the scorching sun.

Jiang Zhixia and Liu Mosi sat under the shade of the trees, eating melons and chatting with the idle farmers, watching them working in the fields. From time to time, she would shout to the students in the field: "Straighten your back, follow standard movements, and don't be lazy! Little fat man, if you use the hoe to dig up earthworms again, my big mouth will start swinging, I tell you."

Farmers were also surprised.

"If these students don't study hard, what are they doing in the fields?"

"That's right. I've lived for so long and I've seen people come to farm instead of studying."

"You don't know, the gentleman who takes the lead always goes to the fields to work with us, but he used to take one student with him, but today he brought a bunch of them."

"Farming is also a kind of learning." Jiang Zhixia picked up the watermelon handed to her by the villagers. "If these students are not kept together, there will be a few high-ranking officials among them. Before they take office, you should have a good understanding of your life, so as not to become distracted when the time comes. Some messy policies have been formulated based on the life and death of others.”

"It's better to be an official. Farming is not a good job. You face the loess and turn your back to the sky every day, relying on the sky for food. If there is a big disaster, people will not be able to survive." An old farmer sighed.

"Who says it's not true? Farmers are illiterate and often deceived. It's too hard to think of yourself as a farmer. You will be a farmer for generations. Even if you want to learn to read, you won't have a chance."

"There is a chance." Jiang Zhixia looked at Mo Yanxu who was busy in the fields and smiled, "He is here to change everything."

This busy work did not end until evening. The students were almost sick from exhaustion and had blisters on their hands, but they learned a lot. "Every grain of work is hard work" is no longer a fluffy sentence on paper for them.

Mo Yanxu agreed with them that he would continue to take them to study in the future, and then he parted with them and returned to the small courtyard he rented in Sangcheng with Jiang Zhixia and the others.

The yard is spacious, there are two houses, and the rent is not expensive.

When Jiang Zhixia saw that she had a place to live, she immediately checked out the inn room and moved here.

At night, Mo Jianxu cooked a table of dishes for them. He kept taking care of the three of them during the meal and didn't even take a few bites himself.

"Eat more, eat more. Look, without senior brother to take care of them, they all look like refugees. Look at the fourth child's chins being pointed..."

"Senior brother, I am a fox, not a Tibetan fox. My chin is inherently pointed." Liu Mosi protested in a low voice.

"I understand, don't be embarrassed." Mo Yanxu didn't take it to heart, and was still thinking casually, "As the saying goes, a child with a senior brother is like a treasure, and a child without a senior brother is like a grass..."

"You can eat it, you can eat it too." Jiang Zhixia picked up a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking his chatter.

Mo Yanxu was not annoyed, so he took the chicken leg and asked her, "Is what you just said true? Did the third child of the Xingchi Sect rebel and join the Demon Cult?"

Liu Mosi said while eating: "No, he is no longer human. I was shocked by his appearance. He must have been beheaded by Zhenjun Zhaoheng by now."

"You said this was fine, why did you become obsessed with it?" Mo Jianxu said regretfully, "The third child is really confused."

"If you ask me, this third child is nothing!" Jiang Zhixia said.

Liu Mosi also nodded, "The third child is not a good thing."

Lu Chennian:? ? ?

"Xiao Liu, this newly recruited disciple of yours...don't say anything, he's pretty awesome." Mo Jinxu praised Lu Chennian, "He's very obedient and quick in his movements. He doesn't need me to say anything more."

Lu Chennian was eating, his face full of exhaustion. He was not obedient, but simply couldn't stand Mo Yansu's verbosity. In the past, in the Lingqing Sect, he could fly away if he didn't want to listen, but now he can't run fifty meters without being overtaken by Mo Menxu.

But his nightmare wasn't over yet. He was arranged to sleep in the same room as Mo Jianxu.

Mo Jianxu didn't feel tired after a day of farm work. He lay on the bed and kept talking. He asked Lu Chennian where he came from, if he still had parents at home, if he was engaged, and when he planned to have children.

Lu Chennian steeled himself to chat with Mo Jinxu. Although his senior brother is verbose, he is also very attentive. If there is anything wrong, he can immediately detect it.

The conversation made him want to die.

He now misses the time when he first went up the mountain. Jiang Zhixia doubted his identity and without saying anything, she locked him in the vegetable cellar in the well for one night.

At least there was no mental torture then.

Mo Shuxu asked more and more questions. Lu Chennian changed the topic and asked him: "You are the senior brother of Lingqing Sect, why did Jiang Zhixia become the leader?"

"No matter how big or small! You have to call her the leader. How can you just call her by her full name?" He said: "Xiao Liu was chosen by God to be the leader, and we all agree."

"But you took the longest to come."

"So what if it takes a long time?" Mo Yanxu paused, feeling a little depressed, "If you are the leader of the Lingqing Sect. Because the people in the sect are the culprits of the depletion of spiritual energy, the sect will be punished by the other three sects. what will you do?"

"Isn't that man dead?" Lu Chennian recalled the situation that day again, feeling a little strange in his heart. He didn't know why he insisted on knocking down the divine pillar that supported the sky.

"Ji Chen's matter is just an excuse for them. The Lingqing sect has a big tree and has been watched by them before. They say it's a crusade, but in fact it's just an excuse to find trouble and take away the Lingqing sect's treasures."

"Since they did it on purpose, let's fight them to the end."

Mo Yanxu smiled and said, "I think the same thing as you. Even if we fight to the death, we still have to keep everything in the Lingqing Sect."

"Then what did Jiang Zhixia do?"

"She?" Mo Yanxu took a sip of tea and said after a long time: "She knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the heads of the other three sects to admit her mistake, and asked them to take away the things belonging to the Lingqing sect and settle the matter."

"She...she doesn't seem like someone who would do such a thing, why..." Lu Chennian's throat was dry.

"She said that if she was just a disciple of the Lingqing sect, she could leave or follow orders and fight bloody battles with the other three sects. But she is the leader, and she is responsible for the lives of her fellow sects.

What kind of dignity does the leader have? The treasures of the Lingqing Sect are worthless compared to their lives. As long as people are still there, everything can come back; if people are gone, everything is gone.

After that day, she drove us down the mountain. They say that the Lingqing sect cannot afford to support us and that we should make a living on our own. But I know she was afraid that we wouldn't be able to bear it, so she faced the difficulties of various factions alone. "

He said, his eyes a little red, "She occasionally goes down the mountain, but most of the time she stays in the main hall. She is the only one in the whole sect, and no one talks. Xiaoliu loves to be lively, and I don't even know about her three How did you survive a hundred years?"

"You...didn't you go back later?"

"We went back, but she kicked us out."

"why?"

"She said we can only live in this mortal world."

"What do you mean?"

Before Mo Yanxu could answer, he heard the strong wind blowing outside, the windows were suddenly blown open, and the candles were blown out by the wind. The room was dark, and a red light floated into the room.

Lu Chennian saw a human head emerging from the red light, with his mouth wide open, and he blew on the two of them. Before he could resist, his eyes darkened and he fainted.

After an unknown amount of time, he was woken up by Jiang Zhixia and found that Mo Yanxu was missing.

"Have you met a goblin??" Jiang Zhixia heard the noise and ran over. She saw Lu Chennian lying on the ground, but did not see the red light.

Lu Chennian stood up from the ground, frowning, "I saw it, but I don't remember what it looked like. But it's definitely not a goblin. It doesn't have the aura of a goblin."

"Don't be that god in the cave." Jiang Zhixia sat on a stool and covered her forehead with worry. "It would be too troublesome if he were a god. It's not like a demon can be killed with a sword, so you have to reason with him slowly.

It would be great if I could talk a lot of nonsense like Xie Zezhi. This thing is causing...a headache. "

Lu Chennian looked at her and couldn't help but imagine her kneeling down to beg for help.

Such a arrogant and wanton person should not be kneeling on the ground. She should confront them with her head held high, just like she did with Huang Fugui that day.

That should be her.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Jiang Zhixia thought he was afraid. So he patted him on the shoulder, comforted him and said, "Don't worry, the debt that our Lingqing Sect has to pay has been paid off. He can't still look for trouble. And it's not good for him to arrest anyone. He has to arrest the senior brother. He really won't be able to find trouble for himself." comfortable."

"Do you know where he was taken?"

"I have asked my senior sister to ask the animals to find out. Senior brother is easy to find. You can definitely find him in noisy places."

Mo Yanxu was currently in the wilderness, surrounded by darkness. He was tied to a tree.

A middle-aged man wearing a red official robe and a long beard was slapping his calf with a ruler in his hand. While slapping him, he was cursing: "You are deceiving the public with your evil words and talking nonsense. If I can't beat you to death, your legs will be crippled..."

Mo Yanxu was beaten so hard that he screamed, "Who are you? Why did I offend you? I beat you when I don't mention it. Are you an addict? You haven't slept yet at this late hour. Are you not trying to unjustly kill someone with your words and scolding? As the saying goes..."

"Shut up! Why do you talk so much?"

"You still think I talk too much! You hit me when you come up and don't let anyone say a word. You're being unreasonable..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" The man was so angry that he gave him another two feet, then threw the ruler away and squatted on the ground to sulk.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Yansu asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Are you angry? You see, you get angry after just a few words. I was beaten and I wasn't even angry. If you are unhappy, tell me and we can solve it together."

It's okay if you feel depressed. From the sound of your voice, you are already quite a grownup. You said that the adults in your family should feel sorry for you if you are like this. Do you have a wife? How heartbroken your wife will be when she finds out. Do you have any children..."

"Have you said enough?" The man was so confused by what he said that he turned around and stood up, a ball of fire lit in his palm, "If you talk again, I will burn you to death."

With the help of the flame light, Mo Yanxu saw his face and felt it looked very familiar.

He looked at it for a long time and said in surprise: "Old Wen? Old Wen! Is that you? Long time no see! Have you not been in Heaven recently?"

The man knew Mo Yanxu, and he was very embarrassed to be recognized by him at this moment. He quickly covered his face and said, "What an old man, don't talk nonsense."

"Look, you still don't admit it? You are Wensheng Shenjun, who presides over the world's literary fortune. Have you forgotten that we have met? That year at the Peach Festival, you were pushed to the ground and beaten by a monkey. Do you still remember?"

Wensheng Shenjun:...