The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

After they got married, the two played harmoniously, and their love increased, but ten years later, he began to worry day by day. His appearance had never changed, but his wife was following the only path of human beings and getting old.

He finally woke up when he found that the other party had a white hair when he was dressing up. If this continues, one day others will discuss why the master of this family never grows old, and think he is a monster. Bringing a catastrophe, I deeply feel the reason that different races cannot be combined.

So one night, while his wife was shopping, he left a letter telling his story and left.

What kind of scum, Song Qishu, Bai Ze, and Xiao Yun were far away from him at that time.

Knowing that the consequence of being with others is like this, you still insist on getting married. Since getting married is naturally already planned, but you regret it ten years later, and suddenly say that people and non-humans cannot be together?Who are you kidding?Is it fun to play with emotions?

Could that man be his descendant?

The grandson Kong knew that he was in the wrong, so he could only drink tea desperately, but he never said the identity of that person, he only said that he was a descendant of his wife's relatives, and he brought the letter from that year to make him fulfill his promise.

He said that whenever he is needed, he will help. This is his promise.

As for what it was, they didn't know, because it was Li Banxian, Changsun Kong who discussed with that person, and they didn't even let him listen, and when they came out, they came to the conclusion that they were going out for a trip.

Haven't returned yet...

"Do you think your master understands it or not?" Xiao Yun asked, breaking free from the memory.

Song Qishu bit his chopsticks, and frowned in confusion, "It depends on what to say, he has such a long time, it doesn't matter if he lives or not, people want to live in a limited time because life is short. It doesn't matter whether they live or not, like Master Master, because what they hurt is others and not themselves."

But at the same time, it's very fucked up. He obviously wanted to scold them but because he was a master, he had to hold back, so he panicked a little...

"You're right. It's not important to judge right or wrong at this time. They are just passers-by." Xiao Yun tried to bring the role into herself, but only got dazed. People who are dazed naturally want to do everything and dare not do anything. .

Song Qishu rolled his eyes at him and said, "Why are you so sad? I don't know how many years have passed since this happened. I should take this as a warning not to repeat the wrong things he did. Time can't be reversed." .”

After Xiao Yun finished eating, his stomach felt a bit full, so he stood up and took a few steps. Why did he decide that he was getting fatter...

Glancing at the other party, he also ate about the same, so he asked people to remove the bowls and chopsticks, and went to the garden to digest food together.

The fresh air in the morning swept away all the worries in the heart, just strolling in the garden like this, Xiao Yun suddenly asked, "Are you still going to the market for fortune-telling?"

Nodding helplessly, Song Qishu was also unwilling, "It's said that Chang Sunkong is like this, and old man Li is like this. If there is no reason, I won't go here."

The bazaar is the best place where all the three religions can be gathered. There are everyone, and everything needs to be counted. It is a good tempering furnace for improving the proficiency and accuracy of his abilities. Now he has no tigers and monkeys to dominate the mountains. It's a little flattering to be praised.

Ever since his teacher came back, he seemed to want to help old man Li complete everything and teach him everything in one go. He couldn't memorize so much content, so he could only deal with it perfunctorily. But after so many years, he finally learned a little bit of superficiality, but it was only a little superficial...

Listening to him, Xiao Yun became a little interested. That's how he found Li Banxian back then, and met the young man next to him, the person in front of him who had faintly lost his childishness.

"I'll go and have a look too, can I help you?"

Song Qishu scratched his head, is this a big deal, and asked him specifically, if he wants to go, he can just pretend to be cold.

After explaining to the family, the two of them went out like magic sticks. The workers and guards at home looked at them twice. They knew about their employer going out to work every day, and they regarded it as a quirk of the rich. After all With so much money, who wants to work for a little money? Naturally, it's just entertainment.

Who doesn't have any quirks yet, let's just pretend they don't know.

When he was about to reach the market, Song Qishu stopped. He touched it, found a human skin mask, pasted it on his face, and put it on Xiao Yun. Finally, he was a little dissatisfied and asked Xiao Yun to wipe it off for him. .

Xiao Yun looked at it, and always felt that there was something missing, "Didn't you use a beard before, where is the beard?"

"Forget it, it's a counterfeit product." Song Qishu said embarrassingly. He put on a beard on purpose last time, and he was spotted at a glance. After all, which uncle's hands are so young and there are no wrinkles, so that others can't recognize him. If you don't come out, you'll have to.

The two faces had become strangers, and when they arrived at the market, a group of people rushed up in an instant.

"Master, master! I will count first!"

"Get out of the way, I'll be the first in line, first come, first served, do you understand, I go first!"

"One by one." Song Qishu put away the long cloth strips for fortune-telling, which he asked for from old man Li specially, and he was too lazy to make new ones.

He intentionally lowered his voice to look more stable and strong, then sat down in a huff, and motioned for Xiao Yun, who was helping him, to serve him with paper and ink.

Xiao Yun was not angry either, raised his eyebrows, and rubbed paper and ink for him.

Some regular customers who came here saw that there was an extra person this time, and kept sneaking glances at Xiao Yun. This man looks ordinary but has a charm, like those academies.

"Master, does this person also work in this business?" Someone still couldn't help asking.

Song Qishu put up his airs and glanced at them, and asked casually, "Just give me the shot, don't worry about it, who will be the first today?"

"I, I, I, Daxian, I'm the first." A man with his child in his arms pushed his way through the crowd with difficulty, and when he saw a stool in front of the table, he immediately sat down with the child in his arms.

The child closed his eyes tightly, his lips were pale, and his limbs were faintly twitching, but his father didn't seem to notice it, and he was only looking for the fairy in his mouth.

Song Qishu frowned, a bit puzzled, why did he seek a doctor when he was sick, and he was not good at medicine, so his sudden ugly face made the man almost cry.

"Master, I have a hard time to tell!"

Someone outside recognized him and exclaimed, "Isn't this the richest man Feng's second son? What's wrong with his son? Oh, this little pale face, don't be on the verge of dying."

"No way, his son, Shangfang Jiewa, who is famous, is not in good health, why did he suddenly get sick?" The people beside him were a little suspicious.

The man wiped away his tears, and said one by one, "Master, I don't know what happened to this child, and he suddenly became like this. I went out for a while, and when I came back, I found that he was in convulsions. As soon as he entered the hospital, he recovered immediately, he didn't smoke or feel uncomfortable, and he was lively and jumping, which is not normal. But he is still so young, so he can't live in the hospital for the rest of his life!"

It's a strange thing, as soon as he was sick, he went to the hospital for treatment and healed instantly, and the child's pain didn't seem to be faking.

He pondered for a moment and asked, "Then write something."

As soon as Xiao Yun heard this, she tore a piece of white paper to the man, and the man thanked him, holding the child in one hand and writing the word "home" in the other hand.

Seeing the word Song Qishu probably understood it, and continued to ask, "Since you wrote a family, let me ask how many members of your family are male or female. These can help me figure it out."

"There are five people in my family. My father died young and there is an old mother, my wife and two children, plus me." The man recalled and said.

Song Qishu reminded in embarrassment, "For this matter, the more blood relatives come, the better. Why doesn't this child's mother come?"

The man was a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, it's not something shameful, so let's talk about it.

"It's the sequel. She had to take care of the youngest son at home after he was born. After she heard about it, she was so anxious that she couldn't eat because of the eldest son. She urged me to see a doctor every day. She wanted to come, so I stopped her."

Xiao Yun couldn't help laughing, this man was really defenseless against his sequel, his words were full of defense, but he never thought that the source of everything was in his own home, he probably wouldn't believe it was his wife who had a problem .