Chapter 5, one year

Such pain cannot be understood by those who have not experienced it

The last two times, the exhalation was premature

A breeze arose, and a leaf floated down, its broken edge remarkably smooth, as if it had been severed by a real sword

The villagers were divided into two factions regarding the young man in white who called himself Jing Jiu. One faction firmly believed that he was the immortal master from the Great Green Mountain, while the other faction contended that he was not an immortal master but rather a fallen nobleman from the capital city, possibly even from the imperial city of Chaoge. However, there was one point on which both factions completely agreed: they had never seen someone so lazy.

The most crucial point is that Jing Jiu is very wealthy and is also very willing to spend money. Although at the beginning, the villagers did not dare to accept his money at all. The repairs of the ancestral hall and the temple in the village were all funded by his silver. Now, even the new road from the mountain village to the county town has been completed for more than half. How could the villagers not be grateful to him, how could they not respect him

Liu, at the age of ten, hesitated for a moment before lowering the branch on his back

Even in the realm of cultivation, where countless handsome men and beautiful women abound, he had never seen a face as beautiful as this one

Liu, at the age of ten, picked up the fallen leaf, looked at his profile, and asked, "Young master, what is your name, after all?"

"It is not just pain, it is suffering." Jing Jiu fell silent for a moment and said: "It is very painful."

Tonight

In unbearable pain, one wishes for death

Liu, at the age of ten, thought of something and said with concern: "But what if I can no longer remember the wonderful phrases in the articles, as well as those exquisite allusions?"

The young man in white fell silent for a moment and said, "Jing Jiu"

The well water does not interfere with the river water, yet there are often eight or nine unsatisfactory matters

Jing Jiu gazed at the stars in the night sky and said, "I am deducing the next three years."

Jing Jiu lay on the bamboo chair and made a sound, unsure whether it was a response to his words or simply because he was too comfortable resting in the shade of the trees

If one were to say that the eyebrows and eyes are like a painting, then the painter must undoubtedly be the most outstanding one of the past ten thousand years

He understands why this is the case, but he is still somewhat unaccustomed to it

Liu, at the age of ten, did not leave; instead, she squatted down by the bamboo chair, propping her chin on her hand, staring blankly at Jing Jiu's face, wondering how he could be so good-looking

The young man in white gazed silently at the distant peaks shrouded in mist for a long time, and suddenly said: "It is difficult not to feel annoyed when constantly doing the same thing."

Liu, at the age of ten, pondered for a moment, uncertain if there was any logic to it. Reflecting on the previous conversation, he curiously asked, "Young Master, what have you deduced? How will the rainfall be in the next three years?"

Have you read any books

The young master is no longer as dull as he was at first; his eyes are much more lively, and he shows more spirit. In fact, he speaks significantly more than before

Jing Jiu drank a bowl of water and closed his eyes once again

I have read it as well

This face is very beautiful

The young man in white stood on the ridge, nodding slightly, somewhat satisfied with his methods. He turned and walked back, lying down on the bamboo chair and closing his eyes

If you do not understand, feel free to ask me

Liu, at the age of ten, pondered for a moment and said, "If... if that matter involves eating meat."

It was only when he saw that face by the pond that he understood why the villagers had reacted in such a way on the day he first arrived in the mountain village, and why they subsequently so firmly believed that he was a celestial master

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and gazed at the pond

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, what else can be done besides rewriting?"

Hmm?

He is now eleven years old, yet still referred to as ten. It seems that Jing Jiu has no intention of changing his name. In his view, it should be due to the young master's laziness

This is not the first time he has seen his own face

The cicadas begin to chirp

Looking at his reflection on the water's surface, he raised his hand to touch his ear

This face is perfect

Liu, who was ten years old, did not understand his meaning and asked, "Or should we cook the rice first?"

Liu, at the age of ten, finally understood his meaning, yet could not comprehend why he changed his mind so quickly

He sat down against the large tree, hugging his knees, staring at the bamboo chair, not daring to relax for a moment

The most remarkable farmer in the mountain village cannot achieve this level

I just want to learn, I do not like it

Jing Jiu reclined back on the bamboo chair, wanting to drink water, but discovered that the water kettle was in front of the chair. He needed to sit up again, so he glanced at Liu Shisui.

He just feels that there is something slightly strange about a certain place

The mountain breeze gently caresses the surface of the water, the sunlight gradually fades, and the night grows increasingly deep

Liu, who was ten years old, was startled and hid behind the bamboo chair

At the age of ten, Liu carried the branches he had picked up from the mountain, looking at Jing Jiu lying on the bamboo chair, feeling somewhat worried

Jing Jiu seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "I am deducing the next three thousand years."

Liu, at the age of ten, was squatting under the tree, playfully teasing a jumping caterpillar with a grass root. Feeling a gaze upon him, he looked up to understand the situation, sighed, and walked over to the bamboo chair. He picked up the water jug and handed it to Jing Jiu.

The young man in white said: "Because I am lazy, and I am not good at it"

For example, treasures, for example, mountain peaks, or something else

They were a pair of prominent ears, round in shape, and interestingly, they did not detract from this face; rather, they added a touch of cuteness.

Jing Jiu closed his eyes, and after three breaths, he opened them again

Liu, at the age of ten, was somewhat surprised. Over the past year, regardless of whether the young master was in deep sleep, taking a short rest, or in a light doze, he never opened his eyes so quickly.

From any angle, the seedlings appear as a straight line, with not even a hint of deviation in the reflection on the water's surface

There was once a gentleman in the village who passed away last year; it is said that he intended to go to the county to take the examination for the position of a child scholar

Everything in the world has its weaknesses

Jing Jiu's gaze fell upon a grove of trees not far away, and he said, "I can only deduce that the time has come"

The night breeze has vanished without a trace, and the water surface is completely calm, resembling a mirror

That's all for now, the young man in white said with his eyes closed

Everything is like a dream or an illusion, as if it were said by Sister Lian from the Water Moon Monastery

Liu, startled at the words, quickly regained composure and said: "Understood"

Watching this scene, Liu Shijiu's mouth remained agape for a long time

Jing Jiu asked: "If you ponder deeply, exhausting your mind and spending countless hours writing an excellent article, believing that you will never be able to write something as good in this lifetime, and then accidentally let the manuscript fall into the stove, turning it to ashes, how would you feel?"

Thank you, young master

Water Well, No. 9

Liu, with wide eyes at the age of ten, said: "Three thousand years?"

It should be the latter; his long fingers lightly tapped on the bamboo chair, the rhythm quite erratic, lacking any regularity, giving a languid impression

Liu, aged ten, sympathetically said: "That person can only be rewritten."

Starlight falls upon this face, falls upon the surface of the water, the light gently shifts, adding a dreamlike quality to this face

The young man in white opened his eyes and gazed at the peaks hidden in the misty clouds in the distance

Young master, be careful while you rest, and make sure you do not fall into the pond again

Liu, who was ten years old, asked excitedly, "Then, young master, what are you skilled at?"

The gaze of the middle-aged practitioner fell upon Jing Jiu, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, seemingly taken aback.

He has seen too much, which makes him different from the other villagers. He knows that over the course of this year, this face has actually changed, not in the features, but in... ? ... the temperament

To possess such a face, no one would be dissatisfied, even if he is Jing Jiu

His greatest skill lies in identifying those weak points and then causing them to break apart

The green seedlings stretch their bodies, with an absolutely uniform distance between each plant, perfect in every way

Moreover, the sound of Young Master Jing Jiu tapping the chair is quite interesting; he does not know how to describe it in words, but he feels his heart becoming increasingly calm

The young man in white ignored him

Are you feeling... ... unhappy?

What are you doing?

As the night breeze gently rises, a figure in a simple robe floats down to the ground, embodying an air of refinement and detachment. Behind him, he carries a long sword.

Jing Jiu gazed at the peaks shrouded in the night mist and said, "If I were to write it again, it would undoubtedly be a more splendid piece of writing"

Liu, at the age of ten, scratched his head and thought to himself, what do you do every day while you are sleeping?

Throughout this year, the villagers have taken a great liking to wandering near the Liu family's residence—regardless of what identity Jing Jiu truly holds, they always enjoy watching him. However, no matter when people visit, they will find Jing Jiu sleeping. If it is sunny, he will lie on the bamboo chair in the courtyard; if the weather is overcast, he will sleep on the bed inside the house; if it is too hot, he will move the bamboo chair to sleep under the tree by the pond; and if it snows, he will move back inside, yet he insists on keeping the window open. But no matter when people go, they will see Jing Jiu sleeping. If it is sunny, he will lie on the bamboo chair in the courtyard; if the weather is overcast, he will sleep on the bed inside the house; if it is too hot, he will move the bamboo chair to sleep under the tree by the pond; and if it snows, he will move back inside, yet he insists on keeping the window open.

However, the villagers still hold a heartfelt respect for Jing Jiu, as he occasionally offers guidance to the village children while they study. According to the children, the knowledge of the immortal master is more than three hundred times greater than that of the previous teacher.

In the rumors of the small mountain village, the immortal masters in the Daqingshan Mountain are divine beings capable of summoning thunder with a wave of their hand and flying swords into the sky

A year has quickly passed, and late spring has arrived again

Liu, at the age of ten, looked at the sky and said, "Young Master, shall we go chop some firewood next?"

As the young man in white did not acknowledge himself as a celestial master, the villagers, after some discussion, decided to address him as "Young Master".

Liu, who was ten years old, was momentarily taken aback before responding, placing his right hand on his chest and saying, "I dare not think about it; just the thought brings me pain"

Well

( It may not be appropriate to bring this up so early, but the act of rewriting is indeed a very important aspect of the first half of this story. For us authors, it is a matter of personal pain, as we have lost numerous drafts due to computer crashes, power outages, cats, wives, and various other reasons, some of which are so bizarre that they have been mocked by readers. I believe most authors have experienced this; it is one of our most painful moments, with the level of pain being directly proportional to the number of lost words in the documents, or even exponential. During such times, there is no other remedy but to comfort each other. In recent years, when my friends and I have encountered such situations, we have consoled ourselves and encouraged each other with the words of Jing Jiu from our writings: if a plot that has been lost cannot be remembered, then it does not deserve to remain in our novels. What can be remembered is what is good, and rewriting will inevitably lead to better articles. This is our heartfelt truth—only... I wish all authors in the world do not have to experience such things, muah.

After the first nine days, no one saw Jing Jiu perform even the simplest household chores. Making the bed, folding blankets, dressing, and eating are now all attended to by Liu Shisui, and even the bamboo chair he sleeps on is moved around by Liu Shisui.

If one cannot remember, then it is naturally unimportant; how can those words, phrases, and allusions be considered truly splendid

This should be the first sound of cicadas in the small village this year

The young man in white said, "Even if the transformation of the mundane has its merits, it is not suitable for me"

Liu, at the age of ten, gazed at the young man in white. He had been looking at this face for nine days, and although he had developed some resistance, he still found it somewhat dazzling, instinctively rubbing his eyes.

Such an incident occurred once, when he was severely reprimanded by his father for not serving the immortal master well

As the night breeze rises again, it brushes away the perfect face on the water's surface, as well as the thoughts in his heart

The young man in white said: "Cut it off"

He remained silent for a long time, gazing at the face on the water's surface

Jing Jiu

However, after reflecting on the pain, what else can be done besides rewriting that article?

The gentle breeze caresses, the green shoots sway, creating a truly beautiful scene

Liu, at the age of ten, did not expect to hear such an answer, and could not help but feel a bit disappointed. He scratched his head and said, "No wonder you are so good at chopping vegetables"

Liu, who was ten years old, did not understand, but continued to ask him, "Why?"

Regardless of the name, he remains honest and trustworthy. Since he promised his father to take good care of the young master, he must fulfill that obligation