Violent Cultivation of Immortals through time travel

Among those who were eager to accuse him at that time, the Fatty's family was the most active——

Maybe it's because they often steal Qingyun grass from the public land in the village, and they are eager to find a scapegoat, maybe it's because he bumped into the little fat man's mother flirting with the village peddler, maybe it's because the little fat man's father always misses him The widowed cousin whose husband died and was sent back after climbing a high branch, the two of them secretly plotted against Chen Cang, and even picked it up in the hill behind the thatched hut where Han Xiumo's adoptive father lived...

Maybe it was the little fat man who severely injured the village chief's little grandson and turned him into a stupid little fool, and he was also the one who was beaten at the same time.

He knew so many secrets, it would be hell if this family could let him go.

Han Xiumo was only 15 years old when he was driven away.

He had been a beggar outside Pingyun City for two years, and the reputation of being ugly spread to the city, and for some reason, it even reached the ears of the rich Yun family.

Han Xiumo had already forgotten his impoverished first half of his life and his enemies like the little fat man's family, but now the little fat man took the initiative to stand up.

He sneered, and heard the women around the locust trees sizing up and pointing out, he raised his voice: "Of course, Xiaohu, since you can beat the village chief's grandson into a fool, you must be very good at currying favor with your stepmother, right?" ? After all, only by following your stepmother can you continue to live such a glorious life, right?"

The little fat man noticed that something was wrong, but he was only 14 years old, and he was pampered and pampered. He didn't realize how many knives were hidden in Han Xiumo's words. He bluffed and met Yun Mingyuan's cold gaze. Why flinched, stared at Yun Mingyuan leaving the town with Han Xiumo on his back.

The little fat man's natal family is in the same town as Tian Da Village, and those old men driving ox carts and horse-drawn carts near the town are not fuel-efficient lamps. Han Xiumo believes that what he said today will reach the people who want to hear it sooner or later in the ear.

Yun Mingyuan carried the thin young man on his back, as if he could think of the way the young man bared his teeth and claws when he frightened the little fat man, a trace of emotion appeared in his calm eyes, and soon disappeared.

It was as if someone poked his neck behind him.

A guilty voice came from the boy: "What, don't you have anything to ask me?"

"I don't call you that," Yun Mingyuan said solemnly, "You can call me...Mingyuan."

"Okay then, Ming Yuan, do you have any questions?" Han Xiumo is so kind, isn't it just a title?

Yun Mingyuan was in a daze.

After a while, he shook his head: "Will you tell me?"

Han Xiumo's head was full of words.

He thought that the two of them could barely be regarded as superficial couples, and it was still necessary to know each other's past. After all, who knew if those top-notch villagers would make trouble?

But when Yun Mingyuan said this, for some reason, he felt his nose a little sour.

Maybe it's too windy.

Han Xiumo's voice weakened: "Then I can tell you later..."

"En." Yun Mingyuan's voice was calm and he stopped talking.

His steps were steady and powerful, the sound of his footsteps on the ground rustled, the summer cicadas rang one after another, the trees in the distant mountains swayed, and the villa gradually appeared in front of him.

The boy behind him was breathing lightly, and was already in a deep sleep.

Back at the villa, Han Xiumo, who fell asleep unintentionally, opened his eyes, subconsciously reached out to wipe the corners of his mouth, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He wants to be a salted fish, but the cheap husband doesn't seem to think so.

Yun Mingyuan still placed Han Xiumo under the shade of a tree full of sunshine as usual, and the rocking chair creaked, as if he was afraid of the hot summer.

He squinted, drowsy.

Yun Mingyuan took out all the books he bought from the storage bag, and filled the emptied bookshelves one by one. After tidying up, he also moved a small stool and sat on it. Next to Han Xiumo, he lowered his head to read the newly bought book.

He started to read books about customs and customs. The books exuded a faint fragrance of pen and ink. Yun Mingyuan looked serious and focused, as if he was studying some important matter of life and death.

"Mac..." He saw a few things that needed attention, and subconsciously asked Mac to take notes, but he paused for a while when he didn't hear a reply.

Only then did I realize that I had crossed over.

Mac... didn't follow.

He lowered his eyelids, his pupils were dark, and he sat still, trying to mobilize his mental power. There were faint fluctuations in the depths of his mental sea, which were familiar and yet... strange.

It was the last work of his previous life, the one that was integrated into the sea of ​​spiritual power... The super smart chip.

That is a technology that can change the times. The legendary learning mastermind that controls everything can only appear on the premise of the existence of super-smart chips. However, because of one person's self-righteous jealousy, the empire lost this opportunity forever Opportunity.

Yun Mingyuan shook his head, actually he didn't want to recall the past, in the past, the only one he could count as a partner was Mac.

But the Mac...

It was left forever in the explosion of the Imperial Abyss Research Institute, and the ashes melted into its original appearance.

He suddenly had a headache.

Frowning, he continued to study the situation in this world.

The place they are in is called Pingyun City, which is rich in Qingyun Grass and Tianxing Grass. Relying on these two special herbs, it has developed to its current scale. There are four great families in the city: Yun, Zhou, Xue, and Du. In recent years, because the Yun family has received help from the Lin family of Lin Pingcheng—more precisely, the dowry of Lin Xiawan who married into the Yun family, there is a faint tendency to become the head of the four great families.

In addition to planting Qingyun grass, Pingyun City's biggest source of income is the white jade mine in a huge canyon three hundred miles outside the city.

This is the main source of income for the four great families, and it is also the confidence that Pingyun City will not fall down.

The four great families jointly developed mine veins, and everyone could sign up as absenteeism to mine for the four great families. The pay was pretty good, about [-] silver coins a day—after all, it was a life-threatening job, and the price was not expensive.

Yun Mingyuan squinted his eyes, thinking about whether he should dig mines for a few days and save some start-up funds.

When Han Xiumo woke up, Yun Mingyuan was turning the pages of a book, and Han Xiumo, who realized that he had fallen asleep again, said, "..." It's so cool to spend time waiting to die!It seems that the decision to find a long-term meal ticket is really right!

Yun Mingyuan reads very fast, and he couldn't read so much in a short while. When he looked up, he saw that Han Xiumo had opened his eyes at some point, and looked at him with half-closed eyes. He couldn't understand what he saw in his eyes mood.

Yun Mingyuan was startled: "Are you awake? Do you want something to eat?"

Han Xiumo: "..."

He doesn't really like to eat like that, does he?

I always feel that this cheap husband has a strange impression of him.

Han Xiumo shook his head: "It's still early, do you have any important things to do?"

Yun Mingyuan said: "No."

"I bought some seeds in the morning," Han Xiumo nodded, "Now... your body should still have the third level of Qi Refining. Ordinary meals, you can eat them as usual, but you should eat more spiritual power Food is fine, I bought a bag of green blood rice seeds in the morning, if there is nothing else to do, let's plant the seeds first."

Yun Mingyuan thought of the bag of seeds that Han Xiumo bought at the seed shop, and said without hesitation, "Okay."

But he forgot that he is not very good at farming.

Han Xiumo pointed to a piece of land in the yard that was closer to the well. Although it looked barren, but fortunately, Qingxuemi didn't pick the land, only the spiritual power. As long as the spiritual power was sufficient, it could survive anywhere.

Yun Mingyuan held the seeds and paused on the spot.

To be honest, in the era he lived in, even he who climbed up from the bottom never planted the land manually, and... the ancient operation of manual planting has been eliminated in the earth era.

"What's the matter?" Yun Mingyuan didn't move for a long time, Han Xiumo, who was sitting on the rocking chair like an old man, couldn't stand it anymore, "Do you need my help?"

He had some experience in farming in the village when he was a child, but he only wants to live a life of eating and waiting to die, and he doesn't really want to farm... Moreover, if he doesn't practice, he can't eat Lingmi, even more so. Too lazy to move.

But if this young master doesn't know how to farm, he can also guide him.

Yun Mingyuan's movements were a little stiff, and he immediately said: "Need!"

Han Xiumo raised his eyebrows: "Are you being polite?"

He stood up from the chair and walked slowly to Yun Mingyuan's side. He used a special method to seal the pain in the wound on his foot. He walked up and down, but Han Xiumo didn't care.

He went to the corner and picked up a rusty hoe that no one would look at, and slowly loosened the soil in front of him—although there was only a small piece, he was still panting from exhaustion with his current body. He dug a row of pits connected together, planted the green blood rice seeds, covered it with soil and pressed it down, looked up at Yun Mingyuan: "That's it, isn't it difficult?"

Yun Mingyuan frowned, took a few steps forward and hugged the young man with beads of sweat on his forehead, and said in a calm voice, "I've learned it, it's not difficult."

He put Han Xiumo back to its original position, quickly went to the well, soaked a towel with well water, and put it in Han Xiumo's hands: "Leave the rest to me."

Han Xiumo was not polite either.

He took the towel, smiled at Yun Mingyuan, suddenly thought of something, and restrained his smile again, Yun Mingyuan didn't pay attention, he turned around and strode to the field that Han Xiumo had divided, and began to imitate Han Xiumo's Demonstration, he began to plow the land awkwardly. After walking on the mountain for a day, Yun Mingyuan felt nothing. Before he had planted all the green blood rice, he felt his muscles tense, and he couldn't help admiring the farmers in his heart.

Farming is so hard.

, the willows are already on the moon, a full moon is hanging on the treetops, the cicadas are singing, and the young man on the recliner has peaceful eyes and is sleeping soundly.

Yun Mingyuan was silent for a moment, took out the leftovers from the storage bag that he hadn't eaten at noon, and went into the kitchen to heat them up.

He finally understood why Han Xiumo had to pack the leftovers when they clearly had enough funds.

It is admirable to plan ahead.