He Kun curled the corner of his mouth. He couldn't understand why Li Changsheng, a man with expressionless face, was so popular wherever he went.
He took a sip of rice wine and said unhappily, "It has no taste. It has no taste."
After some chatting, He Kun finally figured out the situation.
These people did hide here because of the war, but this paradise was not created by Li Changsheng. It was the result of two generations of hard work by the people to reach its current size. Li Changsheng just happened to pass by and taught them some medical skills, and the rest was up to them.
He Kun was silent for a while and then asked, "Old sir, what are you going to do in the future?"
"Of course we should farm well. Does the Taoist priest still expect us ordinary people to go out and die?" The old village chief pointed to the opposite hilltop and said, "We will stay here and farm. Next year we will reclaim that hill, and the year after that, and the year after that, another one."
"As long as we have land, we won't die."
The two stayed at night, and the villagers lit a huge bonfire in the middle of the open space and prepared a grand dinner.
Young boys and girls were dancing around the bonfire. Li Changsheng shook his head and rejected the invitations of several girls. More girls were hiding in the distance and peeking at him. However, no one cared about He Kun. Originally, he didn't care how ordinary girls looked at him, but after such a comparison, he had to care.
He thought he was more handsome than Li Changsheng, but why did these girls only choose him?
He Kun took a big gulp of wine and said, "It's tasteless."
By the time the bonfire was completely extinguished, it was already midnight. All the villagers returned to their homes, leaving only two people sitting outside. However, the village chief brought them two coarse blankets, as if he was afraid that the two would get cold.
Before returning to the house, the old village chief couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Li, Taoist He, you are immortals. When will the chaos end?"
Li Changsheng poured himself the last bowl of wine and said calmly: "It will end before sunrise tomorrow."
I looked up and drank the farmer's wine, which tasted sweet at first but astringent in the throat.
Putting down their wine bowls, the two men stood up and walked away under the moonlight. Countless villagers looked up at them through the cracks in the windows, with an emotion called hope in their eyes.
The Sword Sect ordered many immortal sects to come and watch the ceremony.
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