The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 108

Even if a disabled person wants to become an ordinary person again, he needs to make great efforts.

Liu was ten years old, sitting in the paddy field, thinking silently.

Liu's father ignored him and silently planted seedlings with a bent waist.

"Why are you still sitting?"

Liu's mother pulled him up from the field and hit him twice with tears in her eyes.

On the fourth day, Liu didn't go out at the age of ten.

Before dawn, he woke up, simply washed and began to squat and lunge.

This is the beginner skill of Qingshan sect.

He knew that he could not embark on the path of practice again, but he felt that it should help him recover his strength as soon as possible.

Before long, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead.

He knew that he was still very weak and could not insist forcibly. He decided to have a rest.

During his break, he swept the small yard at home.

On the fifth day, when Liu was ten years old, he continued to squat and lunge. After his clothes were wet with sweat, he felt a little happy.

During the break, he went to the vegetable field behind the hospital, picked some pepper and cabbage, and washed them carefully.

Liu's mother came back to cook, looked at the clean kitchen and dishes, and rubbed her eyes.

On the sixth day, Liu was ten years old. Besides squatting and lunging, he also began to practice boxing. However, unlike nansongting, he didn't make any sound when he punched. He was very quiet.

He went to the vegetable field to pinch some tender cauliflower, returned to the kitchen, saw a piece of pork, thought about it and cut it easily.

In the past few years in Castle Peak, he seldom came back, but remember Jing Jiu's words and sent money home. The Liu family is not sad now.

Liu's mother went home and looked at the steaming pot. After being stunned, she shouted out of the window, "you start to burn a fire tomorrow. I'll help you old man do more and come back."

On the seventh day, in addition to squatting, lunging and practicing boxing, Liu started running at the age of 10. He found that the eaves and corners were damaged by last year's rainstorm behind the hospital.

After finishing the meal, he cooked a grass carp and caught some pickles. He picked up the ladder and went to the hospital. He tinkled all afternoon.

On the eighth day, in addition to these things, Liu cut a pile of firewood when he was ten years old. It was as beautiful as when he was a child.

On the ninth day, he went to the field. The rice transplanting season was coming to an end. If he didn't go again, it would be too late.

Liu Fu didn't say anything. He handed him a towel and motioned him to surround his neck. He didn't know whether it was insects in the paddy field to prevent irrigation.

Liu bowed his head and began to work at the age of ten.

The blue sky and white clouds in the water turned into sunset. He looked up and felt a backache. Looking aside, he found that he was only a fifth of his father.

He was not in a hurry. He thought he would take his time, and he was very satisfied that the seedlings he planted were very straight, both horizontally and vertically.

"What are you doing here? It looks good and can't be eaten. "

Liu Fu passed by him.

Liu smiled at the age of ten and thought to himself, is that guy pursuing beauty because he was too good-looking?

He subconsciously looked at the mountain road at the entrance of the village. There was no one.

In the following days, when Liu was ten years old, he was like a young laborer in the village, doing hard farm work. His body gradually got better and his face turned black again.

In the first days, he occasionally got up from the field and looked at the entrance of the village. No one showed up.

Later, he never looked at the entrance of the village again.

Spring ploughing is followed by summer harvest, and autumn harvest is a difficult winter. It's boring to stay in the village. Then go to the mountains together to find prey.

Liu's father and mother have accepted the reality. There is laughter at home again, and the villagers have accepted him again. Some people even prepared to act as a matchmaker for him, but he declined.

He seems to have forgotten all the things he once did. Cultivating immortals in green mountains is like an unreal dream.

When walking through the mountains, several sword lights occasionally appear in the sky.

He stopped and looked at the sky quietly until the sword light disappeared. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Not far after winter, it was spring again, and a year passed.

The paddy field began to irrigate again, the blue sky and white clouds came between the ridges again, and the villagers had to usher in the two hardest days of the year.

In the evening, Liu shisui picked up the soil with a hoe and was ready to fill the gap at any time.

He looked at the water in the field and rubbed his waist. His ambition was growing.

He thought that tomorrow he must do more than his father, and he must be more straight than that guy.

"It's pitiful that once a natural Taoist seed should work hard to become a farmer."

A cold, malicious voice came from the rear.

When Liu was ten years old, he looked back and saw a man standing on the green tree.

The man was dressed in black and wore a hat with a strange shape. He had an ordinary face and a very gloomy smell.

Liu ignored him at the age of ten and turned his head to continue.

"I'm worthy of being an apprentice of Qingshan religion. I'm still so proud. Don't even ask my origin?"