Wu Er wandered around the city of mortals for a while and chatted with an old man for a few minutes, which Wu Er found quite interesting.
Especially after watching the play called "Worshiping the Immortal," he felt much more at ease.
In this restless world, are there still people who remember this folk tale?
Wu Er flew alone in the sky, occasionally looking up at the stars.
Tonight, a gentle breeze blows, clouds drift, and the moon and stars shine brightly.
"It's a good day indeed."
Wu Er flew over the brightly lit city of ordinary people, across the deserted countryside, and towards a deserted place.
This place is a magical place in the legends of the mortal world, and an inviolable sacred place in the homeland.
So, what kind of place is this?
It's just a small hill, an ordinary little hill, with no more streams or willows than other places.
However, a mountain is not valued for its height, but for the presence of immortals.
This is the hometown that Wu Er mentioned.
Under the bright moon and in the gentle breeze, this hill appears even more secluded.
Wu Er did not go directly to the summit, but landed at the foot of the mountain.
He looked at the winding mountain road and thought it would be better to walk up step by step.
At the foot of the mountain, Wu Er took a step forward, and the air around him rippled as if passing through a thin film.
However, it also meant that they had passed through something, because there was a formation outside this small mountain.
It is also because of the formation that this place is protected from the erosion of time and the interference of outsiders, remaining unchanged for hundreds of years.
Wu Er walked up the mountain path, his steps light and his pace slow.
I looked at the wild grass and flowers by the roadside, and those familiar trees.
It was as if time had turned back to the past.
The mountain is not high; even on foot, it takes less than half an hour to reach the top.
The small temple on the mountaintop remains dilapidated, and the temple gate still has gaps.
Wu Er pushed open the temple door and slowly walked in.
The small temple was very simple, with only a few pillars and a stone statue base, making it seem extremely empty.
“I used to think the small temple was crowded, but now it feels spacious.”
Wu Er sighed listlessly, sounding almost like he was whining without reason.
If it were an ordinary person, upon seeing his appearance, they would probably say that Wu Er was just being sentimental for no reason.
It is said: "Owning a major sect and possessing high cultivation, one can be said to be carefree, yet here you are pretending to be miserable!"
But only Wu Er himself knew what he really wanted.
Passing through the back door, we arrived at the back of the temple, where many things were planted.
Most of it was food. Back then, we couldn't afford fruits and vegetables, so we ate what we grew ourselves.
And in the vegetable garden behind the temple, there is a tree.
A loquat tree.
Zhang is tall and his hair is tender and green.
The slender loquat leaves droop downwards, like a canopy.
Wu Er squinted, staring blankly at the loquat tree, muttering two words to himself.
“Kunwu, Little Kun…”
...
Seven hundred years ago, behind the small temple.
"It's done!"
Wearing clothes covered in patches, Wu Er wiped the sweat from his brow.
Looking at the plots of land that had been turned over, I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
It's the spring equinox now, a perfect time for sowing.
Using the furs they collected in the autumn, Wu Er and his fellow disciples had already survived the difficult winter.
"Senior Brother, take a rest."
Xiao Mingmu also arrived at the back of the temple and greeted Wu Er, who was working there.
Hearing someone call his name, Wu Er stopped working.
He straightened up and said to Xiao Mingmu, who had just arrived, "Mingmu, you've come at the right time!"
Wu Er took a few steps to his side, then reached out and hugged Xiao Mingmu tightly.
Perhaps because he had worked too hard, Wu Er was covered in sweat.
The sweat also smeared on Xiao Mingmu, who had just arrived.
"Hmm..."
Xiao Mingmu gave a disdainful snort.
Despite his disdain, Xiao Mingmu did not push away Wu Er's dirty hands.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you again?"
Xiao Mingmu asked a question.
Wu Er pointed to the vegetable patch he had just cleared and said, "Mingmu, look over there. I want to plant a tree on that empty space. What kind of tree do you think I should plant?"
"Plant trees?"
Xiao Mingmu looked in the direction Wu Er pointed and saw the open space.
Although he didn't know much about farming, he knew it was a good piece of land, and it was obviously very fertile.
"Senior Brother, why plant trees on such a nice piece of land? Wouldn't it be better to grow vegetables?"
Xiao Mingmu was very puzzled by Wu Er's idea.
This good land should be used to grow vegetables. After all, being well-fed is the best thing, and that's much more practical than planting trees.
Even planting fruit trees is not as practical as planting vegetables on that land.
Wu Er shook his head and said slowly, "The vegetable garden is enough. It would be better to plant a tree. We need something upright, otherwise this place will look too monotonous."
Indeed, although this small temple is on a mountain, the surrounding area is quite desolate.
Although there were some weeds, there wasn't a single green tree.
Wu Er thought of getting some trees to decorate the place, so that it would be more pleasant to look at.
"Well... Senior Brother can decide for himself."
Xiao Mingmu's expression froze slightly, but he didn't offer any opinions; he couldn't offer any opinions on this matter anyway.
He prefers practical items to elaborate decorations.
Having said that, Wu Er shrugged. Xiao Ming didn't mention the flirtatious words he was about to say; it seemed that he would have to make the decision himself.
After all, the other junior brothers and sisters are still too young, and there's not much you can say to them.
"This is a real headache, what kind of tree should I get?"
Wu Er tilted his head slightly, touched his chin, and seemed lost in thought.
Seeing his senior brother's conflicted expression, Xiao Ming suggested, "Senior brother, today is the Spring Equinox. There should be a market in the small town at the foot of the mountain. I think you should go and take a look."
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