There are always people who covet the immortal body

In the afternoon, the sun was covered by clouds, and the wind blew for a while, only occasionally showing its head.

In order to fulfill the agreement I promised before, not to refute the face of the gods, in case one day when I ascend, I will be called "fat by breaking my promise" by my colleagues, then I will have to be laughed at for a long time.Therefore, Liu Jueming offered to help Qi An with the work in the field.

Qi An took a look at his gentle appearance. Although he was tall and burly, he came from a rich family, and he was good at talking and talking, but how could he do the dirty work in the field well.Seeing Liu Jueming's resolute attitude and impassioned expression, Qi An nodded in agreement.Besides, if you don't agree, the father at home will not be happy.

He walked to the eaves, took two sharp and glowing sickles from the wooden shelf, and threw them into the basket.In addition, I found a kettle, filled it with cold water, brought a small bowl, and hung a towel around my neck to wipe off sweat.

He handed the jug to Liu Jueming, and led the way with the big basket on his back.

Liu Jueming just went out to play and experience the life in the mountain village. After all, he has lived for thousands of years without going to the ground. He really doesn't know as much as someone who has only lived for 17 years.

The two left the village and walked along a gurgling stream, passing golden wheat fields and snow-white millet fields on the way.Several village girls were wearing towels on their heads when they heard the movement and turned to look at him.The radiance in those eyes was especially obvious in the sunlight.

Liu Jueming carried the water bottle and walked on the ridge of the field, raised his head and asked Qi An: "Are we doing the same thing as them, harvesting wheat?"

Qi An shook his head: "No, the wheat harvest is not good, and there are not many families in the village willing to plant. We will go to pick corn and cut sorghum later."

"Sorghum?"

In terms of farming and harvesting, Liu Jueming is like a child learning to speak.

"Brewery."

Qi An said with a heart.

Hearing the word 'making wine', Liu Jueming's eyes blossomed, and he quickened his pace to catch up with Qi An, turned his head and asked, "Can this sorghum make wine?"

"Of course, sorghum wine is slightly inferior to highland barley wine, but the wines produced are all good wines."

Liu Jueming thought about it. When he was in the Heavenly Court, he drank tribute wine. Many gods with good relationships knew that he had the title of Sanxian. He was addicted to alcohol and liked to travel around the world. , Naturally brewed it by hand and sent it to his house.

But those are wines with different names, like lotus drunk, the emperor laughed.The most famous wine in the world is Nurhong. This taste is the most enjoyable, but it is still fresh in his memory.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little greedy.In this huge mountain village, every household brews one or two cans of good wine every year, but the family in the leading village is poor and poor.The two rough men don't even drink alcohol, and they sell it when they brew it, which can be regarded as thrifty housekeeping.

When we arrived at the corn field, the golden and plump color was very eye-catching. Qi An put down the basket, turned his head and glanced at Liu Jueming: "Just break it with your hands."

He went forward to demonstrate, pushed aside the sharp stalks, held the corn in one hand, broke it off whole with a little force, and threw it neatly into the basket. ,

Liu Jueming also tried it out. Breaking corn is a simple task that does not require any technical skills. Seeing that he was able to do it with ease, he began to feel complacent again.

But no matter what you do, as long as you put in the effort, you will gradually feel tired, so after breaking a line, he felt that his arms began to feel sore, and he couldn't help but stop and shake it.

Qi An naturally didn't take it seriously, anyway, he didn't think that the other party could really help, even if Liu Jueming went to doze off on the ridge of the field at this moment, he wouldn't feel anything.

Fortunately, Liu Jueming was not considered diligent, but rather resilient.

After he ran to the edge of the field and poured a bowl of water to drink, he immediately became alive again.Although there is not much sun in the sky, the sweat on the neck is still dripping, and on the back, I am afraid that the sweat on the clothes is sticking to the flesh.

The corn field was not big, only half an acre, and the two of them broke it off with bare hands for a long time, and finally wiped out more than half of it.

Unsurprisingly, Liu Jueming felt his throat was on fire, and kept walking to drink water.And after drinking so much water, I didn't feel like urinating, and it all turned into beads of sweat.

At this time, several crimson figures suddenly passed by the side ridge of the corn field.Liu Jueming removed the whiskers from the top of the corn in his hand, and when he was about to turn around and throw it to one place, he saw those figures standing beside his own corn pile, greeting him in a very friendly way: "My lord, you Are you going to pick corn too?!"

Those few people are big yellow girls in the village, all of them have dark skin and attractive marks. Although they are not as beautiful as flowers, in terms of beauty, they are still at the top of the village, even though there are not many women in the village.Since the day Liu Jueming entered the village, his rare handsome appearance has become the gossip of the village girls after dinner.Even some of them already had husbands and children, and secretly coveted them.

Liu Jueming was stunned for a while, and responded with a little surprise.

The girl brought out her homemade sweet-scented osmanthus tea, scooped it up in a small bowl and gave it to Liu Jueming, saying, "It's hot, sir, drink a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus tea to cool down."

Looking at the tea with a few grains of sweet-scented osmanthus floating in it, Liu Jueming stretched out his hand to pick it up: "Thank you, miss." He raised his head and gulped it down like a toast. After drinking, he generously wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve .

The girl took the tea bowl: "You are welcome, sir."

At this moment, another girl in gray-blue clothes came forward with a white towel, perhaps for him to wipe off his sweat.Before Liu Jueming had time to try it out after receiving it, the third girl standing at the ridge of the field waved a big cattail fan and said, "Master, why don't you sit down and rest, don't be in a hurry."

Liu Jueming thought to himself, with their flattering and shy gestures, if they dressed more coquettishly and flirtatiously, he might regard them as witches and prepare to let Yunhua come over and take them in.

But just thinking about it, I immediately agreed.Anxious to take a step over, sit on the wooden pier they moved from the edge of the field.The three girls looked at him evasively and fanned themselves around him. The treatment they received at this moment was no different than that of the old emperor.

Qi An pocketed the broken corn in his arms, stretched his clothes, and leaned out from the corn stalk.Seeing the scene beside the field ridge, his expression suddenly seized.

He walked over indifferently, spread the corn in his pocket on the ground, and glanced at Liu Jueming casually, and found that he was not only not ashamed, but also enjoyed it very much.

One of the village girls stopped her fan and brought him a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus tea and said, "Brother Xiao'an, have some tea."

Qi An looked up at him coldly, shook his head, then turned around and continued working.

The whole afternoon, I had planned to cut the sorghum after breaking the corn, but I wasted all my time transporting the corn back and forth.There was only one basket left at home, Qi An had no choice but to borrow another from a neighbor's house, so that two of them could be picked up with a pole, which would be much faster.

Liu Jueming also helped him lift it, but he was still too tired to straighten up.He beat his back and stepped back and forth, muttering in his mouth: "It seems that I am really old, I can't accept it."

At night, he lay on the bed crying out for pain.In retrospect, maybe I accidentally slipped my waist while helping to lift the corn.Although the body is in the prime of life, it is still easy to sprain if it is exerted suddenly.

After Qi An finished washing and entered the room, he saw him lying on the bed, gnashing his teeth, turning one hand behind his back and beating his waist repeatedly.He walked over and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Liu Jueming opened his eyes and glanced at him: "What do you think?"

"Lie down, I'll help you squeeze."

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and touched the warm waist of the other party. With his thumb, he squeezed it slowly.

Perhaps it was more effective, Liu Jueming closed his eyes and finally calmed down.

"feel better now?"

Qi An leaned over to ask, the tip of his nose was lingering with the unique smell of the other person.

"Ok!"

Liu Jueming responded softly, very demurely.

Qi An's pinched fingers were a little sore, but seeing Liu Jueming's expression of enjoyment, he was not willing to let go, so he kept pinching until the other party fell asleep before giving up.

The next day, Qi An got up early and spread out the broken corn in the yard to dry, and then he picked up the machete and went to the field to chop off the corn stalks.The leaves can be fed to cattle, and the yellowed poles can be stored on the courtyard wall for fire in winter.

Liu Jueming probably fell asleep when he was a fairy, and he couldn't wake up after sleeping for three poles every day.Qi An didn't call him, unless it was time to eat.But Liu Jueming is always very punctual, and he wakes up as soon as he knows it's time for dinner.

This time, when he was immersed in the dream of drinking and enjoying the flowers, a figure sat by the bed.

Yunhua appeared and saw that he was still soundly asleep, so he couldn't help pulling his temples and pulling them.

Liu Jueming immediately woke up with an 'ouch'.After opening his eyes and seeing that it was Yunhua, his face suddenly became gloomy.

Yunhua held his hand and stood up: "I never imagined that your life is more comfortable than mine. The punishment of the Emperor of Heaven seems to be a waste of time."

Liu Jueming rubbed his waist, and said in a sleepy tone, "If you don't come here, nothing good will happen."

Yunhua sneered: "I really didn't come here to talk to you this time, I have something to report to you."

"whats the matter?"

"I don't know if Immortal Nanzhu knows about 'Red Soul Lianren'?"

"How could I not know." Liu Jueming lost sleepiness in an instant, sat up straight, and said, "The head of the ancient evil spirits belongs to the soul."

Yunhua showed a gratified expression: "It seems that you don't know everything."

After hearing this, Liu Jueming hastily stretched out his hand and poked him: "Stop talking, what's wrong with Chi Hun Lian?"

Yun Hua laughed softly: "It was originally locked in Suoyaoxuan, and no one came to see it for several days. I heard that it has already run down to the mortal world. The evil spirit's spirit body is gone, and I am afraid it has been reborn with its body."

"Oh? There is such a thing?!"

Liu Jueming pretended to be surprised, as if he had completely forgotten about letting Lingjiu go.

"So, we both have important tasks to do now, not only to catch the spirit dove, but also to have a missing red soul out of thin air."

Liu Jueming got out of bed suddenly, tied his belt, and said, "Anyway, I'm just a mortal, and I don't have that much ability. It's good enough to survive. These two ancient evil spirits will be left to you to take good care of them." gone."

whispering sound!

Yun Hua: "I guessed that you would say that. This time, the Heavenly Emperor asked you and me to focus on capturing the evil spirits first. After a while, your magic power will be restored."

Liu Jueming was still sullen. Although he could recover his mana, it didn't seem very exciting.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the room, Yunhua quickly hid himself, and before leaving, he leaned into Liu Jueming's ear and said in a strange voice: "There is one more thing to tell you, this village has a big problem, and it's all for you. You pay close attention to it."

After the sound, a breeze blew by and flew out of the window.

A few days later, the corn in the yard dried up in the sun, so I had to peel it off by hand.The peeled corn kernels are ground into powder with stones, which can be stored and eaten for a long time.

As usual, I set aside a portion of the cornmeal for my own use, and packed it all in sacks and shipped it to the town for sale.The work of going out to do business must naturally be done by the village.

That evening, Qi An stood in the courtyard and looked up at the sky. As the saying goes, "Three days of rain will rain in the sky with broom clouds".So he had to harvest the sorghum before the rainy day came. The rain changed from season to season, and it should last for many days. When it rained, the sorghum would be different.

Harvested sorghum still needs to be spread out in the yard to dry, but unlike corn, it takes several days to achieve the desired effect.Sorghum and millets are small, and they can be pounded after a day or two in the sun.

Ever since he knew that sorghum is a good product for wine making, Liu Jueming never forgot about it, and asked Qi An three times a day when he would start making wine.He is addicted to alcohol. When he was a fairy, he kept pets, drank wine, and enjoyed flowers, moon and beauties.He said he was happy, but after being happy for a long time, he felt empty and muddled, but he could be sure of one thing, that he would never get tired of drinking wine.

So taking advantage of the opportunity when the village head went out to sell noodles, Qi An taught him how to make wine.

After Qi An cleaned the small water tank, poured clean water into the tank, poured in sorghum rice, stirred with a wooden ladle to make the booty float to the surface, discarded it and soaked it for two hours.This step is called 'soaking rice'.

After Qi An did it once, Liu Jueming, who was standing beside him without back pain, said, "Simple!"

But the most basic operation in the next step stumped him.When steaming rice, a fire needs to be lit. Liu Jueming saw that Qi An was born before, and thought it was not difficult, so he volunteered to try it, but ended in failure.

Steamed rice: First put it in a basket and burn it on a high fire until it is [-]% cooked and rotten.Remove from the fire, open the lid, pour water on the surface, and slowly pour it from the center to the surroundings to cool down the temperature.

It took Qi An a long time to find the wine song. The house was messy and there was no woman to clean it up. It was indeed a mess.

Mix the koji into it, stir well, and then you can put it in the tank.

First put a wooden stick upright with the pestle and the center, Liu Jueming helped to support the wooden stick, watching Qi An slowly pour the sorghum rice from the sides of the vat, and then gently pat it down.He took over the task of sticking the stick from Liu Jueming's hand, and turned the wooden core so that the sorghum rice formed a shape that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, so that the stick could be pulled out.He found a piece of white cloth to cover it, and then added soft round straw mats to keep the temperature in the tank, and it would be ready in four or five days.

Liu Jueming looked at the brewing vat from afar, and couldn't help jumping for joy.

The owl that was rescued a few days ago was hiding under the bed slump. Its wings are almost perfect, and it can fly as high as the roof.In the past few days, Liu Jueming tried his best to catch voles or small mice and throw them to eat. The owl seemed to have grown up a bit.

So he usually had nothing to do, so he moved a chair and sat under the eaves, let the owls hook his fingers, and had a great time playing with one person and one eagle.

Suddenly, the fence gate surrounding the yard was moved away, and a handsome and graceful woman walked in.

Liu Jueming looked at her, besides being attracted by her simple beauty, he was also curious, how could there be such a fair and flattering woman in this mountain village?Although she was dressed in a dark-colored coarse cloth, her attire was no different from that of other village girls, but the temperament she exuded was quite different from them.

The woman carried a basket in her hand and walked straight to Qi An.

Qi An was squatting on the ground repairing a hoe, when he saw her stepping over, his face was also very surprised.

The woman said: "Are you Xiao An?"

He nodded without thinking.

The woman smiled, showing a flattering look in her eyes, and pointed to the neighbor next door: "I just moved into the village two days ago, and the lady-in-law there is my aunt."

Seeing the other party smiling at him, Qi An also gave him a fleeting smile.But I was still very puzzled, not knowing what she meant by this trip.

Perhaps the woman also felt abrupt, so she hurriedly lifted the cloth covering the basket and stretched it out in front of Qi An: "This is a mooncake made by my family. Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, my aunt asked me to bring some over for you."

Usually, neighbors and neighbors often send things here every now and then. First, they feel that Qi An has no mother and feel sorry for him;

Qi An is also used to it, but when faced with the things sent by strangers he has never met, he hesitates to accept them.After a stalemate for a while, Liu Jueming under the eaves couldn't help but say: "You accept it, he has good intentions, don't treat it as a blind eye."

He always likes to make things difficult, Qi An reached out and took the basket of mooncakes after hearing what he said.

The woman smiled and said, "My name is Rong'er, please call me for help if you need it."

Qi An wanted to say 'I don't need your help', but he was helplessly dumb and couldn't say anything.But Liu Jueming heard the presumptuous complaint he made in his heart, and couldn't help but sneer.

The woman left with a smile, and before she left, she glanced at Liu Jueming, her eyes were deep and strange.

After her figure was far away, Liu Jueming pretended to 'suck her mouth' to tease the 'night owl', and said: "I see, that little girl is interested in you, and those eyes are full of affection, what do you think?"

Qi An put the basket down on the ground, and continued to squat down to mend the hoe.

Liu Jueming continued to talk to himself: "Look, you are almost eighteen, and you can get married at that time. When you get married, I will leave this place so that you can have more women in your family, so that you can go to the hall." , the sentence of 'in the kitchen is no longer used to describe you, okay?"

Qi An still ignored him, and when he almost finished repairing the hoe, he stood up and shook it in his hand. Seeing that it was strong, he turned around and carried the basket into the house, leaving Liu Jueming alone in the yard talking nonsense.