Zheng Guo, Qingfeng Mansion. Aoki County. Li Zhai. The night is dark. At midnight, Wei Tu checked his biological clock, rubbed his sleepy eyes, stood up from the earthen bed, put on a coat in the dark, walked to the stable outside, lit a lamp and started to feed the horses. The smell of hay and beans was mixed with the sound of eggs being smashed. The half-big black horse in the stable snorted happily and lifted up the coarse cloth jacket of Guard Tu. "When will the work of feeding horses end? Fortunately, I am still a modern person..." "It's hard to get ahead." Wei Tu sat on the bluestone outside the stable, took out a dry tobacco stick from his waist, stuffed some dried tobacco leaves into the brass pot, lit it with burning paper and took a few puffs. As two puffs of thick smoke came out of his nostrils, he leaned comfortably against the earthen wall and half-closed his eyes.
In modern times, because of the strict control of his family since he was a child, he did not smoke or drink, let alone the dry cigarettes smoked by the older generation. But now he likes to smoke. Without it. This thing relieves fatigue. After smoking, most of the fatigue can be dissipated. After waiting for a while, Wei Tu saw that Black Horse had finished eating the food, so he knocked the cigarette rod against the soft satin shoes of his feet a few times, then patted the dust on his buttocks and prepared to wash up and go to bed. A horse cannot grow fat without night grass. Li Zhai's horse had to be fed once in the middle of the night, so he didn't dare to sleep to death when he went to bed. If you raise a good horse to waste, you will definitely suffer from Master Li. Pulling out a bucket of sweet and refreshing well water from the well, Wei Tu took a few sips to fill his stomach. Then he raised the bucket and poured it on his shirtless body, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the coolness penetrating into the root of his tail. Soon, strips of dirt were rubbed off his body and fell to the ground. "Am I so old? I'm only seventeen, but I look like a young man in his thirties." When Ge Cui was washing his legs, in the yellow mud water in the wooden basin, Wei Tu used the light of the stable to see his face clearly at this moment. He has a dark face and many wrinkles on his forehead that people of his age should not have. Coupled with the white hair on his temples, he looks quite old. Only through those clear black and white eyes, could one barely tell that he was a young man. However, at this moment—— The face in the basin changed again, and Wei Tu's appearance became a little older. From the vicissitudes of youth, he truly became an old man with chicken skin and white hair. See this scene. Wei Tu was so frightened that he took a few steps back. After a long time, he touched his face and pushed up the wet hair hanging down to his shoulders. He was relieved when he saw that it was still black.
"Did I see it wrong?" Wei Tu was suspicious, filled a basin of water again, and looked towards the water. The scene on the water surface was exactly the same as his appearance at the moment. But after a while, his face changed again just like before. The old man with chicken skin and gray hair who looked similar to him appeared again. This time, Wei Tu was not deterred, but carefully observed his "unusualness" in the water. After a few breaths. The water ripples. The golden-purple light appeared between the brows of the chicken-skinned and crane-haired old man, shining brightly. At the same time, Wei Tu's brows also began to sparkle with golden light. A golden seal inscribed with the words "Late Bloomer" suddenly appeared in his mind. “‘Late Bloomer’ destiny? " Wei Tu was startled. In his previous life, he liked to read some fairy tales and fantasy novels since he was a child. I know that traditional culture has a destiny. The fate in the dark determines a person's life, whether he is rich or noble, poor or humble. The fate that appeared in his mind at this moment was golden and purple in color, and it was undoubtedly the legendary Shangshang fate. It's just a pity that this destiny is "late bloomer" and it doesn't seem to improve his current poor situation much. As if sensing Wei Tu's thoughts, the golden seal shone brightly and turned into two lines of writing floating in Wei Tu's mind. "Destiny: late bloomer." "Attributes: perseverance and success." "Perseverance will lead to success..." The corners of Wei Tu's mouth twitched. "Succeeding" is really too mysterious, and waiting for him to be a late bloomer when he is 80 years old is of no use at all. After getting old, all his teeth have fallen out. Even if he claims to be famous and wealthy, he still can't even eat meat. Not to mention the sensual and lascivious things. "Since there is a destiny, then... is there a legendary immortal? Immortal, swimming in the North Sea in the morning and in the sky at dusk." Wei Tu was secretly excited.
If this world can achieve immortality, his "late bloomer" fate will not be useless, but a treasure. "Although Qingfeng Mansion does not have immortals who open mountains to recruit disciples, there are warriors who open schools to recruit disciples and practice martial arts..." "When these warriors were young, they relied on their blood and courage to fight bravely. Once they get old, hidden wounds appear one after another, and they often die suddenly. There are very few people who live to the age of sixty..." "However, the secrets of martial arts are not necessarily all fighting and fighting methods. There are also health-preserving skills that can prolong life." "Practice health-preserving skills, and if you don't fight bravely, there are many people who have extended their lifespan to seventy or eighty years old. The Miaoying Master recorded in the book practiced health-preserving skills and lived to be more than a hundred years old." Wei Tu thought of this and made up his mind to find an opportunity to practice health-preserving skills first, and then go to the Immortal Cave to become a disciple and seek immortality. With the blessing of a "late bloomer" destiny, as long as he persists in practicing health-preserving skills, in his later years, this health-preserving skills will definitely exert its due effect. The lifespan is longer. Only then will the possibility of him seeking immortality and attaining enlightenment increase. As for martial arts fighting methods, they are of little use now that the world is at peace. Of course, if given the opportunity, Wei Tu would not hesitate to learn. He didn't practice martial arts before. In addition to being poor in literature and rich in martial arts, there were three reasons. First, martial arts is difficult, and without the corresponding foundation, it is difficult to achieve success. Practicing health-preserving skills is also because health-preserving skills are easy to learn and the threshold is not high. For both of them, their martial arts strength is limited, and those who practice martial arts can be regarded as being praised as a strong martial artist if they can defeat ten enemies. An enemy of a hundred or an enemy of a thousand is already a legendary figure. Third, warriors risk their lives with their swords, and most of them are idle people who do not do their job properly, and it is difficult to die a good death. Most of the warriors in Qingfeng Prefecture were swordsmen, holding Hengshan knives from Hengshan town. They were farmers when dismounted, and bandits when mounted. "Tomorrow we'll go find the second aunt first. The second aunt is Mr. Huang's side house, and Huang's house has a martial artist as a nursing home. The family may have some health-preserving skills..." Back on the kang, Wei Tu suppressed his surprise after discovering the golden finger. After tossing and turning several times, Wei Tu finally fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion. Morning. The sky is bright. Wei Tu got up to feed the horse and picked up a broom to sweep the courtyard of Li's house. When the host is about to get up, He went to the kitchen to help the cook cook. Feeding the horses and helping around the yard were his day's work. In the fifteenth year of Qing'an, that is, six years ago, his father Wei Bao sold him to Li's house as a servant and a tenant slave. Fortunately, after several years of hard work, Wei Tu successfully promoted himself from a tenant slave to Li Zhaixin's stable horse after learning the skills of raising horses from the stable owner Liu Tou. As for Old Liu Tou, he died of old age years ago.
Both tenant slaves and horse herders seem to be servants, but the former is hard and tired, and has no wages, so he has to die for his master's family. As skilled workers, horse herders are paid monthly and work with their masters. It's just that the food is a bit different. The host family eats meat, and Wei Tu eats meaty soup.
