Carrying 1,200 steps.

He lived to be 1,200 years old.

What a powerful tone this statement has.

The lights of the insects in the gauze bag seemed to be slightly dim. Qi Wuhuo raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him. He slowed down his chewing and frowned, saying, "Are you kidding, old man?"

"It is said that even Peng Zu only lived for 800 years, so 1,200 years?"

The old man spread his hands and said with a smile: "Who told you to not want this or that? I was angry and just made a joke on you. Hehe... Ah, don't be angry, kid, and leave me the meat porridge!"

The old man wanted to make a few more jokes, but when he saw the small town boy quickly took away the old man's meat porridge, he couldn't help laughing. After calling him a few times, the boy put the meat porridge back to him.

Qi Wuhuo is usually silent, upright and honest. Only at this moment can one see the character of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

From then on, the so-called good karma was never mentioned again.

Qi Wuhuo lived far away from the town, but news spread very quickly. The news that the young man from the Qi family came from outside and carried an old man back on his back spread quickly to several nearby streets.

Some said that he was an elder from the same clan, some said that they were married, and some said that Qi Wuhuo coveted the old man's wealth and provided for him well. If you want to know why, just look at the purple robe he was wearing. There was no other robe that could match his in the whole town.

If not, how could Qi Wuhuo, a poor and destitute man to the extreme, bring him back?

These rumors were passed around, but Qi Wuhuo ignored them. He said, "A gentleman behaves uprightly and does no wrong." Those people felt bored, and slowly the news was suppressed by other people's "big news" and "new topics of conversation."

This is generally the case in small towns and villages.

Ten days passed, and heavy snow fell. The whole town became quieter and quieter, as if it was isolated from the world. The old man who called himself Li and nicknamed Liaofan was leisurely brewing a pot of tea, and Qi Wuhuo was chopping wood with an axe in the yard.

He didn't know why, but he felt that his strength had grown over the past ten days. Even a strong man would need two or three strokes to split a piece of firewood as thick as a bowl. In the past, it would take him five or six strokes, but now he could do it with just one stroke of the axe.

Another axe chopped down, and the firewood was split with just a click, but the axe continued to move forward and actually chopped deeply into the ground, with the axe blade embedded in it and could not be pulled out for a while.

Qi Wuhuo was stunned.

The old man who was making tea suddenly laughed and said, "Your strength is self-generated. I didn't expect that you, Wuhuo, actually have some martial arts skills. Have you practiced any magical skills?"

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "No."

After thinking for a while, he leaned over and twisted the firewood, saying, "Maybe this firewood has been stored for too long, the wood has become loose, so it is easy to chop."

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.

This cabin also has a small yard. The door had long been dilapidated, so Qi Wuhuo used wooden stakes to make a simple wooden door that could be opened with just a push. Some rude people would even kick it open directly, but the visitor still knocked on the door. Qi Wuhuo already knew who the visitor was.

He put down the axe he was using to chop wood, straightened his appearance a little, and quickly walked over to open the door.

The wooden door opened with a creaking sound. There was snow on the door, which fell to the ground as the door opened. There were three old pine trees on the roadside outside the door, and there were people under the pines.

Qi Wuhuo looked up and saw the gentleman in a green robe, which was thick but not cumbersome. On the side was a woman in a white double-breasted jacket embroidered with large peonies. She held a green bamboo umbrella to protect herself from the wind and snow. The man and woman had an elegant temperament, which was out of place in this small town.

To others, he looked very different from the poor young man who wore a brown short robe and only tied his hair with a straw rope to prevent it from being unkempt.

Qi Wuhuo bowed slightly and said in a calm tone:

"I don't know if it's Mr. and Mrs. Su who are visiting. Please come in."

Su Shengyuan held out his hand to stop him, and smiled, "No, no, it's going to snow heavily, and I'm accompanying my wife home to visit her parents. We need to go to the next city tonight, and it's still a long way to go, so I won't go in."

Qi Wuhuo raised his eyes slightly, and then he saw a green carriage pulled by two horses on the side of the road, a few hundred steps away from this remote alley. There seemed to be a fiery red figure on it, pulling open the curtain of the carriage and looking over here.

When he saw Qi Wuhuo, he shook his hands happily.

Su Shengyuan glanced at his wife and coughed slightly.

The elegant woman rolled her eyes at her husband, then took the initiative to hand over a package in her arms, straightened Qi Wuhuo's collar, and said in a gentle voice, "It's very cold in winter, don't freeze to death. Inside are two cotton clothes and a pair of thick-soled shoes with fine eyelets, which you can wear in March."

"You are not allowed to refuse."

Qi Wuhuo was stunned and asked, "How can this be..."

Su Shengyuan smiled and raised his hand and said, "I know you have an upright character, but haven't you heard that 'a gift from an elder should not be refused'? Okay, okay, Wuhuo, your master's wife means well, so don't refuse it anymore."

He exhaled again and asked, "I haven't had any lectures these days, it's snowing heavily in the middle of winter. How well have you mastered what you've learned in the past few years? How about I ask you a few questions?"

Immediately after the young man nodded, he asked.

Qi Wuhuo answered them one by one.

Su Shengyuan stroked his beard for a long time and sighed, "Okay, okay."

He reached out his hand and patted Qi Wuhuo's shoulder vigorously, saying: "I will recommend you for the spring exam in March. With your talent, you will win the first battle. Within three years, your reputation will spread throughout the prefectures and counties."

"Try it, try it!"

Qi Wuhuo seemed to faintly hear the old man in the yard sneering with disdain.

But for some reason, Su Shengyuan seemed not to hear it.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Su Shengyuan encouraged Qi Wuhuo a lot before leaving at his wife's secret urging.

Back in the carriage, he was still filled with emotion.

Even his wife was somewhat surprised by her husband's performance and asked, "That child... is he really that talented?"

Su Shengyuan sighed, "More than that, he is simply a born knower! Every time he speaks, there is something amazing. I have traveled around the country for more than 30 years. There may be people who are more knowledgeable than him, but I have never seen anyone more talented than him."

After thinking for a while, he looked to the side.

There was a girl who was only thirteen years old, with pigtails on her head and wearing a red dress. She was playing with a small mechanism in her hand. She was the daughter of the Su family. She was doted on by her family. The clothes she wore were made of fire fox fur. The cuffs and collar were rolled up, revealing the white fluff, which made her eyebrows look even more lovely. I think in a few years, she will be very beautiful.

Su Shengyuan pondered and said:

"Yue'er, do you remember Qi Wuhuo?"

The girl giggled and said, "I remember, the one who always stood straight like a bamboo, the one who was always the first to come, the one you said was very talented, father. Of course I remember him."

Su Shengyuan pondered, and suddenly said:

"How about if I let you get engaged to Wu Huo in three years?"