"Really?"
The people of Tianliu Village couldn't believe their ears. After all, they came with machetes, but they were treated so warmly by the people of Mojia Village. Everyone would feel embarrassed.
Some thin-skinned young people even blushed.
"This, this won't work, we just need to bring some water..."
Mo Jin said: "It's given by the immortal, just accept it."
Jiang Yanfeng said: "The immortal is kind and compassionate. He is grateful for your hardship and specially gave you food and water. You must remember the immortal's kindness and not slander him."
"Brother Jiang, what do you think of us? How could we repay kindness with enmity?" Liu Dashi's face flushed red, and he even threw away the machete. They were a group of people who had enough food and drink, and could even take the food away. How could they have the nerve to draw their knives against the Mo Family Village?
Some of the young men in Tianliu Village carried the stone basins away, while the other group acted as guards. Although all the poisonous beasts on the road had been killed, there would still be some danger if new poisonous beasts came.
As for Liu Dashi, he stayed and discussed matters related to stone carving with Jiang Yanfeng.
In addition, Jiang Yanfeng also said, "Our village is preparing to open a private school. Are there any of you who are willing to learn to read and write?"
"Private school?" Liu Dashi looked at Jiang Yanfeng in surprise and asked, "Does your village have a teacher?"
Jiang Yanfeng said: "I am a scholar, barely qualified to be a teacher."
"No wonder you are so elegant in your every move. You are a scholar!" Liu Dashi's expression was obviously much more respectful. Jiang Yanfeng was young and had a good reputation. He had a bright future...
Oh, no, there was a great chaos in the town before, and the imperial examination had been stopped long ago. The village was relatively closed to information, and we had no idea what was going on in the dynasty now, so we could no longer take the imperial examination.
Liu Dashi said, "It's enough to be alive now. Who needs to study? Everyone in Tianliu Village practices martial arts now. Besides, there is also a scholar in the village, and he is a prophet."
Jiang Yanfeng was puzzled, "Prophet?"
Liu Dashi then realized that he had let the cat out of the bag. He originally did not want to expose the existence of the prophet, but after thinking about it carefully, Mojia Village already had a "guardian god" anyway, so it would not hurt to tell them, so he said: "The prophet can predict the future and teach us how to strengthen our bodies and practice martial arts."
As he spoke, Liu Dashi slapped his chest hard and said, "I'm not bragging. Everyone in our village is much stronger than ordinary people. Even a seven or eight-year-old child can beat you down."
Upon hearing this, Mo Jin could no longer sit still, and walked forward and said, "Shall we practice?"
Liu Dashi laughed, rolled up his sleeves, nodded and said, "Okay, let's stop here and just treat it as a martial arts exchange."
The two men found an open space, Jiang Yanfeng acted as the referee, and Mo Hanshi and others watched.
Liu Dashi didn't want to bully anyone, so even when he heard the word "start", he didn't take action first. He stood there and saw Mo Jin swinging his fist at him.
Liu Dashi shook his head in his heart: Too weak, this punch is full of flaws, I...
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and the next second, Liu Dashi was hit by a punch from Mo Jin. He immediately felt the blood surging in his chest, his eyes went dark, and his body was unexpectedly knocked into the air by this hook punch. He then fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood.
Mo Jin was stunned, put away his fist, and explained: "I saw that he was calm and composed, and thought he was a master, so I used a little more force..."
He didn't even use his full strength. Who knew that Liu Dashi looked strong but was so vulnerable?
Mojia Village used to have a doctor, but now he is gone. The group of people were at a loss and didn't know how to treat the injured.
"Liu Dashi, are you okay?"
"Please don't die in our village!"
"Hold on, we will ask the immortal to save you..."
Everyone was in a panic.
Luo Mingyue had never refined healing pills before. She tried to cast a healing spell, but found it didn't work, so she put down a stone basin of spiritual rice.
The spiritual rice is still warm and emits a rice fragrance. If a cultivator is injured, taking the spiritual rice will have little effect. However, if an ordinary person eats the spiritual rice, the effect will be quite good.
"The immortal has given him rice as a reward, give it to him now!"
Mo Hanshi didn't know the function of the magical rice, but he instinctively felt that the rice given by the immortal must be for the injured. He walked quickly, grabbed a grain of rice and put it to Liu Dashi's mouth.
Liu Dashi's mouth was still filled with the smell of blood. He thought to himself that he had internal injuries and should quickly see a doctor for medicine. Why should he eat rice?
However, when he saw the food in Mo Hanshi's hand, he was shocked, "Whose rice is as big as a human palm?"
Mo Hanshi said: "Rice, of course it's big!"
"You..." Liu Dashi turned his head to the other side and coughed up blood again. He raised his sleeve to wipe the corner of his lips.
Mo Hanshi was afraid that he would vomit blood and die, so he quickly stuffed rice into his mouth, "Eat quickly!"
Food is precious. Even though there was still blood in Liu Dashi's mouth, he was reluctant to spit out the rice. After taking a bite, his eyes lit up.
"So fragrant?"
This time, without anyone urging him, Liu Dashi obediently finished the rice on his own. He was still not satisfied, but was too embarrassed to ask for more.
Mo Hanshi gave him a few more grains of rice.
Liu Dashi ate it all.
"What kind of panacea is this? I feel warm all over and all the pain is gone..."
"Of course, this is the divine rice given by the immortal." Mo Hanshi said, smacking his lips, and then said: "The immortal gave us the divine rice twice before, and I didn't feel much. I just found that my digestion became faster and my whole body was full of strength. I didn't expect that this rice could also heal internal injuries..."
Liu Dashi thanked them and felt ashamed to face people. He had just boasted about how powerful he was, but in the blink of an eye, he was beaten by the people from Mojia Village and suffered internal injuries. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Jiang Yanfeng said: "Brother Liu, let's continue talking about the stone statue..."
Since most people cannot see the face of an immortal, Jiang Yanfeng picked up his pen and drew a picture of Luo Mingyue's appearance, and asked Liu Dashi to take it back and carve according to the portrait.
As for the immortal's figure, Jiang Yanfeng had never seen it before. Even if he had, he couldn't draw it according to the image, otherwise it would feel a bit offensive. So he asked Liu Dashi to simply carve an image of an immortal wearing a cloak. He only needed to make the features clearer, and there was no need to carve the figure. He could carve the shape of the stone into a wide cloak, without even showing the shoes, to maintain the sense of mystery and reduce the difficulty of carving.
Liu Dashi patted his chest and assured, "No problem. I will go back and work with my brothers to carve the statue for you as soon as possible."
After saying this, Liu Dashi looked at the stone basin of "divine rice" with reluctance.
Jiang Yanfeng ignored his gaze.
The sacred rice is precious and cannot be given away casually.
Luo Mingyue did not say anything. She mainly raised the villains in Mojia Village and was not familiar with the villains in Tianliu Village.
To use an inappropriate metaphor, the villains in Mojia Village are equivalent to her domestic cats, while the villains in Tianliu Village are equivalent to a group of stray cats. Luo Mingyue definitely favors domestic cats.
But it doesn't mean that we should kill all stray cats just for the sake of domestic cats.