Chapter 010: The Master Who Aspires to Kill His Disciple

Even a beast like you dares to bully me, be careful or I will stew you

This year, the water flowing down from the mountain is indeed so shallow... and the villagers actually believed their words.

A figure with a mottled appearance approached, and Zixing Daoist felt a peck. He turned his prostrate body and, with his bean-sized eyes, met the gaze of the other party

The small figure suddenly crouched down, and with a powerful push of its frog-like legs against the ground, it leaped up

Hey, are you comforting someone, or...

I do not know either. Liang Sheng wiped away the droplets of water that slid down his chin, while on the other end, Old Lu Shi did not continue to press for answers, likely believing that it was normal for his son to be growing stronger at such a young age.

Old man, I will let him send off the black-haired person in front of your father

Father, what is wrong with your eyes

The wicked are the first to complain, and the big shots at the county office do not even come down to take a look! It is infuriating!

Thinking of this, Lu Liangsheng almost laughed out loud. With his cultivation level, not to mention dividing a river in two, even diverting a small stream into the fields would be a hassle; it would be faster to use a hoe.

The young boy, after taking a few steps with the hoe on his shoulder, turned back and said with a smile: "I can't leave it at home; what if a cat or a dog takes it away? That wouldn't do. It's not something that just any frog can grow this big; it would be a shame to lose it."

Recalling last night, the bones in my back still ache faintly; had it not been for that fellow suddenly turning over, I might have already perished under his lethal smoke.

"Liang Sheng, what are you bringing this frog out for?"

Without waiting for Lu Liang to respond, with a clap of the hands, the decision was made, and he immediately got up and ran outside to inform others

"To be ... ... is to be a teacher, not thirsty ... ... it is just tiring, let me lie down for a while."

The morning light shone down, revealing a dense array of black bumps on the back, which began to show faint spots of light purple.

Old Master Lu stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the pottery jar on the ground, and let out a sigh of relief

There is still a hint of doubt, for instance, a large toad crouching not far away.

Then Master, you rest. I will do some work with Father, and I will call you when I leave

Purple Star Daoist: "... ... This."

The Purple Star Daoist, who had just pried open the lid of the pot, heard a sound and tilted his head. In his line of sight, a foot clad in straw sandals magnified, and with a thud, the frog's mouth skewed, its long tongue darting out. The massive frog body flew directly out, rolling twice on the ground before coming to a stop

Old Lu Shi stayed behind to discuss strategies with everyone. Lu Liangsheng took two hoes and returned home first, where his mother was in the kitchen cursing the people from Beicun, her voice audible throughout the courtyard. The conflict between the two villages had not arisen in just a day or two... He felt helpless, unless he could turn one river into two...

I have gotten sand in my eyes, it feels a bit uncomfortable, I can't get it out, please help me blow it out

Old Master Lu and Li Jinhua turned their gazes to Lu Xiaoxian, who stood up, raising her small face and said, "My brother wrote the characters for the temple and even read them to me."

They say we have cut off the river water, leaving the villages downstream without a livelihood, which is an extreme act of bullying, and they actually went to the government office to file a complaint

The Purple Star Daoist blinked his frog-like eyes and struggled to turn over: "I will not give up." His gaze then fell upon the ceramic pots placed along the ridge, and he let out a light laugh, slightly opening his mouth, as he crawled over, pressing his belly against the soil.

I will poison both of you, father and son

The frog's mouth is slightly open, as if it is smiling

Before Lu Laoshi could finish her sentence, "It's still about our face," she suddenly stopped. Even Li Jinhua, who was ready to confront her husband to the end, turned her head, and both of them looked at Lu Xiaoxian, who was speaking.

The crowing of the rooster at dawn dispelled the tranquility of the night, as the light of day brightened. Lu Liangsheng rose early, had his meal, and followed Old Stone Lu to the fields. He washed the peculiar soup of his master, and a faint fragrance subtly emanated from him, not the cloying richness, but a light and refreshing aroma

Inside the courtyard, a chicken and a toad were fighting fiercely, making it difficult to determine the victor

At the foot of Qixia Mountain, there are only two villages, one to the south and one to the north. The mountain village where Lu Liangsheng resides is located in the south. The water from the mountain converges and flows through this area before heading north. The farmers rely on the land for their livelihood, and they often make a fuss over the water source. This time, however, they went to the county office to lodge a complaint.

In the past, by the edge of the field on the other side of the clay teapot, Old Man Lu rubbed his eyes, which had already improved significantly. After blinking a few times, he looked around and suddenly ran out.

Old Master Lu suddenly struck the stove with a bang, without asking his son when he had learned to do so. He happily rubbed his large hands together and said, "This is great! We were just saying that no one would go to the court to reason with those rascals. Liangsheng, tomorrow we will go to Fushui County!"

Lu Liangsheng put down the hoe and ran towards his father. Behind him, a dark shadow swooped down, but the young man had already left. Below where he had fallen, the view expanded to reveal a hoe leaning at an angle against the ridge of the field, with one end slightly raised.

If that group of rascals from Beicun successfully reports to the authorities, when the verdict comes down, every household in our village will suffer... If we compensate them for this year's harvest, what will we eat

During lunch, Old Lu returned in a huff, sitting down by the stove with a frown. He held the bowl but did not pick up the chopsticks. Thinking of something that angered him, he slammed the bowl down forcefully.

My brother can only read.

The child said, "... ..." Lu Liangsheng did not want others to know so soon that he could already read and write characters, after all, it had not been long since he learned. He feared that if people found out, they might call him a monster

Liang Sheng, you should also take a break

The young girl raised her hand, pointing to the side, while Lu Liangsheng, who was contemplating the techniques from "The Southern Water Collection", lifted his face and looked at the three of them, "What are you looking at me for?"

The young man returned, and after scolding the grumbling Lu Laoshi, he continued to work in the fields. It was not until close to noon that he finished and returned to the village, only to find that many of the village's men and their wives had gathered, surrounding a group filled with righteous indignation, shouting loudly in anger

It is good to go out; once you leave, do not think of coming back. This old man is determined to avenge this grievance

Father

Why have you been getting more and more enthusiastic over the past couple of days

The limbs crawled and stirred, scraping away a bit of soil, fixating on the back of the youth, slowly extending the webbed feet, quickening the pace, limbs scattering, and then rising upright, taking off in a wild run

Goo goo goo goo

Li Jinhua reached out to her husband's back: "Take a deep breath, what will happen if you get angry? They just bully us because we are illiterate. You big gentlemen can go hunting in the mountains, but when you stand in front of the county office, you can't even let out a fart."

It is up to you

The hen tilted its head, clucked twice, and then spread its wings to leap up.

In the distance, the conversation between the father and son could be faintly heard

Old Lu Shi sat on the ridge, with a hoe placed beside him. He called out to his son, who was still wielding farming tools a short distance away. Over there, Lu Liangsheng paused, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and came over to sit down. He poured a bowl of cool water and drank it down in one go

If faced with an urgent matter, one cannot be expected to still consult books

Arrived

The people from the village in the north are merely commoners, unaware that they should visit Qixia Mountain themselves

"Liang Sheng!" Over there, the voice of Old Stone Lu rang out. He lowered his head, rubbing his eyes: "Sand has gotten into my eyes, come over and help your father blow it out."

Just now, Xiao Xian said that you can read

Beside the vegetable garden, a sprawling toad blinked its eyelids

Fortunately, it was discovered in time; if you had let this toad drink this water, the earthenware pot would likely have been rendered unusable

The toad fell down, landing on the hoe, the handle snapping back with a whoosh, and with a bang, it struck his forehead. After staggering a few steps, he fell to the ground with a thud, gazing at the sky which was spinning, his limbs twitching intermittently.

Given his son's remarks, Old Man Lu found it difficult to refute. After a brief pause, he went to the other side of the field to turn the soil. Not far from the clay pot, the Purple Star Daoist, who was lying on all fours, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the young man working over there, and with a slight contraction of his webbed fingers, crushed a small clump of mud.

This grudge cannot go unavenged

Lu Liangsheng squatted down next to the toad lying on the ground and said: "Master, if you are thirsty, just make a sound..."

Swinging the hoe is no longer as laborious as it used to be; a person along the edge of the field has dug ditches that nearly rival those of Old Man Lu.

"Xian, call me when it's time to eat." Liang Sheng reminded his sister, who was daydreaming under the eaves, as he put away the hoe. He returned to the house, picked up his brush and ink, and began practicing his calligraphy. The content he wrote was also from "The Lost Treasures of the South Water." This served both to practice writing and recognizing characters, and to reinforce his memory of the techniques in the book.

"Liang Sheng, that frog of yours is stealing water to drink!" Old Lu shouted.

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