Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

With crops, there would be people. Feng Yimo was afraid that the red and the black would scare the villagers. He put away the red and the black and changed into a green robe. He held a fan in his hand and tied his hair up high. He was like a wandering scholar wandering on the ridge of the fields, enjoying the golden mature crops. The air was filled with the fragrance of rice, and his mind was incomparably calm.    

    

The Golden Core barrier that hadn't appeared for a long time was actually faintly visible at this moment, which made him extremely happy.    

    

This place might be the opportunity for him to break through!    

    

In the fields, a few farmers were harvesting grain. When they saw the young man, Feng Yimo, who suddenly appeared, they were stunned. A farmer came out of the fields and cupped his hands in salute. "This Guy, what business do you have in Liu Village?"    

    

Liu Village? Feng Yimo was in a daze. In his previous life, Liu Village was his home. There were many places in Hongming Continent called Liu Village. He had never thought that he would run into one.    

    

He calmed himself down and knew that Liu Family Village was not the Liu Family Village. He cupped his hands and said, "I am Feng Yimo. I am a scholar who participated in the written examination of the Fall Quarter Examinations. I passed by a precious land and asked for a bowl of water."    

    

The farmer saw Feng Yimo's handsome appearance and his polite words. He didn't doubt it at all and said, "I am Feng Yimo. I am a scholar. I am a scholar who participated in the written examination of the Fall Quarter Examinations. "In that case, Guy, please follow me."    

    

Feng Yimo followed the farmer to the village of more than a hundred households. Under a big tree at the entrance of the village, there was a millstone that was ten feet tall. On it, there were tea bowls and teapot. The farmer picked up the teapot and poured a bowl of tea for Feng Yimo. "Guy, please do as you please. The tea is gone. As long as you shout, someone will naturally come to fill the water. The old man still wants to harvest the crops, so he will not accompany Guy."    

    

"Thank you, old sir!" Feng Yimo cupped his hands and bowed.    

    

After the farmer had left, Feng Yimo lifted up his green robe and sat beside the millstone. He poured himself a cup and drank. The tea was sweet and refreshing, and it had the aura of a country. It reminded him of the spring at the foot of Ox-Head Mountain, and he could not help but be stunned on the spot.    

    

Puchi!    

    

A lovely laugh came from beside him, and Feng Yimo came back to his senses. He saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in a pure dress covering her mouth and laughing secretly. She must have seen his silly look, and her face was very embarrassed. She hurriedly stood up and bowed deeply. "Little Sheng greets this lady!"    

    

The young girl in a dress was very graceful. She opened the lid of the teapot and filled it with water. She looked at Feng Yimo curiously and asked, "Where is this gentleman from? Where is he going?"    

    

Feng Yimo looked serious and asked in a clear voice. "Come from where you came, go to where you came from!"    

    

The girl in the cloth dress was stunned and revealed a look of admiration. "Sir's words are so profound. I admire you. Please have some tea!"    

    

Feng Yimo bowed again and sat down. He continued to drink tea. The girl in the cloth dress slowly left. A moment later, she brought along six or seven children from six to eight years old. "Sir, there is no teacher in the Liu Village. Since you are here by fate, I would like to ask you to teach these children some knowledge. The requirements are not high. It is fine if you can recognize a few words. It will not take you too much time."    

    

Feng Yimo was stunned. He did not expect the girl in the cloth dress to ask such a favor. It was only right for him to offer some of her tea to her. Besides, he needed a reason to stay in Liu Village.    

    

"Alright, I can teach them!" Feng Yimo said.    

    

"Greetings, sir!" The girl in the cloth dress was overjoyed. She quickly ordered the children to greet her.    

    

"Greetings, sir!" The seven children shouted in unison.    

    

Feng Yimo pretended to be sitting behind the millstone. He dipped his finger into the tea and wrote on the millstone. He wrote one and taught the children how to read one. He found that two of the children knew some simple words. He was very curious, but he did not say it out loud.    

    

The farmers who worked in the fields came back. They had just arrived at the village entrance when they heard the clear sound of reading. They were very surprised. The farmer who brought Feng Yimo to drink tea saw Feng Yimo teaching the children how to read. A smile appeared on his aged face.    

    

The girl in the dress saw the old man and took a step forward. "Dad, you're back. See if your daughter can find a teacher, okay?"    

    

The old man dotingly patted the girl's arm. "Child, this Guy is a scholar and is going to take the Fall Quarter Examinations. We can't delay his trip. Let Gou Wa and the others go."    

    

The girl's expression darkened. She pouted and chased away the child who was studying with dissatisfaction. A six year old child held his hand and said, "Gou Wa, go home with sister!"    

    

Feng Yimo recognized Gou Wa as one of the two children who could read. His name was the same as Feng Qishan's grandson. His heart was full of affection. He stood up and walked to the old man. "Old man, can you give me a bite to eat?"    

    

The old man laughed. "Guy is too polite. This old man is here to invite Guy to visit our humble abode. There is nothing delicious in the village. I hope Guy will not be surprised."    

    

"No, no, this old man is too humble. Such a beautiful environment, natural food is the rarest."    

    

"It's good that Guy doesn't dislike it. Please!"    

    

"Please!"    

    

...    

    

Dinner was a fragrant rice. The girl in the dress stir-fried an egg and stewed the chicken with mushrooms picked from the mountains. Gou Wa ate until his mouth was full of oil. He said he hadn't eaten such a fragrant meal for a long time.    

    

Young Lady Milk was called Mountain Sparrow. She didn't eat with Feng Yimo and Mountain Sparrow father. Instead, she brought a bowl of rice and made chicken soup for her mother who was paralyzed on the bed. She carefully helped her mother up and leaned against the bed. She held the rice and fed it to her mother.    

    

Mountain Sparrow's mother was as thin as a piece of wood. She was young and her hair was already white. As if she sensed Feng Yimo looking inside, Mountain Sparrow's father sighed and said, "Two years ago, when Mother Sparrow went up the mountain to pick herbs, she accidentally stepped on air and fell off the cliff. She picked up her life, but her lower body was paralyzed, and her right hand was also crippled. These two years, it was all thanks to her. At the age of twelve, she started to carry sh * t and pee for her mother. She also had to take care of Gou Wa and take care of half the family!"    

    

Feng Yimo secretly admired her. The mountain sparrow was only fifteen or sixteen years old, yet she carried the burden of the family. However, she maintained an optimistic attitude. Every day was the last meal. She would only eat after everyone had finished eating.    

    

Crash! The sound of a bowl falling to the ground could be heard from the house. Then, a hoarse roar could be heard. "Mountain Sparrow, let Mother die. It's too painful to live like this. Mother doesn't want to drag you down! Your father worked so hard to earn money to treat my illness. In the end, I have no money left. Why don't you just let me die?"    

    

"Mother, what are you talking about? Even if you lie in bed for the rest of your life, your daughter will take care of you for the rest of her life. " With you here, this family is the complete family! " Sparrow quietly squatted on the ground to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain. His mother on the bed began to sob. Gou Wa ran into the house with his bowl of rice. "Sister, use my bowl to feed your mother!"    

    

Seeing the touching scene, Feng Yimo decided to help them. At the very least, he could help Shanque Niuniang stand up again. If a Foundation Establishment Late Period warrior didn't have the ability to do so, he wouldn't need to cultivate anymore.    

    

He put down his bowl and chopsticks and walked into the room. He looked at Shanque Niuniang on the bed and said, "Old madam, I am Feng Yimo. I have learned the art of Qihuang. Your illness may still be treated. If it is convenient, let me take a look. How about it?"