Cultivation Guide

When the boy heard this, he didn't bother to say a word.He hurriedly ran to Gongsunyi's courtyard, and some villagers behind him couldn't hold back their words, and sighed: "You're a sinner! A good child is stupid in reading."

If An Wenfan heard this, he would definitely nod in agreement.Didn't I become stupid by reading, and not only that, but also read until my life was gone.

The boy ran all the way, and arrived at Gongsun Yi's yard not long after.Without daring to delay, the boy took up the iron ring and knocked on it.

Before An Wenfan came out, the boy was so anxious that he was afraid that his young master would beat him up.

When An Wenfan and Gongsun Yichen walked out while talking, the boy was completely dumbfounded. When did my young master become so easy to talk.

The boy became excited again, is it possible that his young master wants to restore the modest gentleman he was before!

Facts have proved that the boy thought too much, so An Wenfan slapped his head with a fan.

An Wenfan impatiently said to the boy: "What are you staring at?" The boy reacted and said with a bitter face: "Young Master, Da Furen told you to go home, Miss Biao is waiting for you!"

An Wenfan uttered two words coldly when he heard the words: "No reply!"

Hearing this, the boy's face wrinkled into a bitter face, "Young Master, Miss Biao has been waiting for you for a long time."

An Wenfan said in an even more impatient tone: "If you don't reply, you won't reply. Let her wait. I don't have any opinion on how long you wait."

This little fellow is timid and pitiful. Among the masters, An Wenfan is most afraid of him. Seeing that An Wenfan is getting impatient, he dare not stay any longer, and runs back in a hurry.

"Cut, I won't eat him." Human meat is not as delicious as venison, An Wenfan thought to himself.

Gongsun Yi felt helpless and said, "Little guy, do you want to stay with me?"

Hearing this, An Wenfan said like a cat with fury fur, "Who wants to stay with you!"

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry, afraid that Gongsun Yi would chase him out.

Gongsun Yi: ...

He doesn't eat people.

Gongsun Yi didn't think too much, he still had a lot of things to do, but he didn't think about it.

Today, he will tidy up the spirit field at home, and then use it to grow cloud silk grass.

Originally, he was a serious and noble son, his ten fingers were not in the sun, but he didn't know how to farm.

He is better, at least he knows what farming is all about, although he has never done it before.

Now he doesn't even have a weeding hoe in his hand, so he has to go to the town to buy it first.

Just as Gongsun Yi was about to go out, An Mu came to the door.

Knowing that Gongsun Yi was going to buy a hoe, An Muguai yelled: "Hey, where are you going to buy this? Someone in the village will help you make it. It only costs one or two dollars, and the town sells it for three or two. It’s just that the ones made in the village are not as good-looking as those sold in the town.”

I don't know what the situation will be in the future, it is always good to spend less money.

"Then trouble Brother An, take me there." Gongsun Yi said.

"Hey, don't bother me, it's such a small matter." An Mu said.

An Mu introduced: "It's noisy, so Uncle An San built the house behind the village, so that it won't disturb others."

It is said that Gongsun Yi likes this village more and more. How can there be such a simple and simple place in modern times.

Gongsun Yi thought that Uncle An San was an old man, but unexpectedly he was a middle-aged man in his 40s.

That's right, people here start dating when they are around 14 years old, and they can have grandchildren in their 40s. It is normal for Uncle An San to have this seniority at his age.

Uncle An San was honest and generous. After Gongsun Yi bought a few farm tools that he needed, he also gave Gongsun Yi a few baskets.

An Mu said proudly: "How about it, the hoes made by my third uncle are not bad."

Gongsun Yi smiled, "That's right."

After returning to the yard, Anmu volunteered to help.

The so-called hoe day is noon, and the sweat drops to the soil.Gongsun Yi would have experienced the hardships involved. After finishing a spiritual field, his white and tender hands had several blisters.

Ever since accepting the memory of the original body, Gongsun Yi has always thought that this body should have a very good physical fitness. Looking at the blisters in his hand, he felt that his idea was too optimistic.

In fact, this is not surprising, although the realm of the original body has reached the acquired seventh level, but he neither wields nor wields a sword, and the internal energy in this body is also very watery, most of which are poured out by the original body's mother looking for panacea.

Therefore, compared to other Houtian seventh-level martial artists who have been cultivated through hard work, the original body is actually an empty shelf.

But no matter how bad the original body was, it was much stronger than Gongsun Yi's baked body. Anyway, Gongsun Yi made money, and he was more than ten years younger in vain.

With the help of An Mu, the two of them took care of the spiritual land in the yard in half a day, and the next step was to buy cloud silk grass and plant it.

Gongsun Yi has only been here for two or three days. Of course, he doesn't know where cloud silk grass is sold, but no matter what, there are always some in the town.

Generally speaking, they were self-sufficient in ancient times, and there should be some sales in this village. Thinking of this, Gongsun Yi asked An Mu next to him.

"Cloud silk grass, only Mr. An's family grows it in our village," An Mu said.

Sure enough, there is, Gongsun Yi also saves trouble, and it is better to buy it in the village, "Then where is Mr. An's house?"

An Mu glanced at Gongsun Yi, and asked inappropriately: "I heard that An Wenfan came to your house to beat you?"

Gongsun Yi first reacted with a look of confusion, and then couldn't help laughing: "Brother An, aren't you joking, I am a warrior, little guy... An Wenfan is just a powerless How could ordinary people dare to hit me."

An Mu glanced at him and murmured, "How is this impossible?"

To be honest, if the two really wanted to fight, An Mu felt that Gongsun Yi would not be able to beat An Wenfan if he didn't use his internal strength, although Gongsun Yi was right.

But out of nowhere, he felt that Gongsun Yi was weaker, even though Gongsun Yi was taller and stronger than the older An Wenfan.

Seeing that An Mudao's eyes became more and more strange, and he walked farther and farther on the road of thinking, Gongsun Yi asked again: "You haven't said where Mr. An's house is?"

An Mu said silently, "You've been with An Wenfan for so long, and you still don't know where his home is?"

Gongsun Yi said innocently: "I really don't know."

An Mu is a warm-hearted person. Although he doesn't like An Wenfan, he is afraid that Gongsun Yi will not understand, so he personally took Gongsun Yi to An's house.

An's housekeeper is in charge of buying cloud silk grass. Steward An's age is about the same as Mr. An's, and he is kind and generous. Everyone respectfully calls him Grandpa An.

Hearing that Gongsun Yi wanted to buy cloud silk grass, and seeing Gongsun Yi's young age, Steward An's enthusiasm broke out, and he personally took Gongsun Yi to the spiritual field to help choose.