The fertile land is endless and the mountains are green. There is a village in the middle, called Bacun.

It was noon, and Lu Zeyu was sitting by the edge of the field. In front of him was a small stream of shimmering river. The river water was clear and the fish gathered in groups, swimming happily in front of Lu Zeyu's eyes.

The fish jumped out of the water from time to time, splashed water, and jumped onto Lu Zeyu's body and fluttered. Lu Zeyu put the fish back into the water. He didn't know why these insects, fish, birds and beasts were so close to him.

It has been three years since I was here!

Lu Zeyu was carrying a hoe, wearing a coarse cloth, his feet were covered with mud, and his rosy and white face was dirty, but he still couldn't hide his handsomeness.

The fields behind him had been taken care of. At this time, birds fell down and surrounded Lu Zeyu within a moment. The birds were very quiet.

Who am I?

Lu Zeyu thought about this question every day. When he woke up, he only saw a widow named Wu Qiaoqiao. She was the daughter of the village chief and her husband died of famine in the early years.

Wu Qiaoqiao didn't know the origin of Lu Zeyu, but when she heard him say the word "Dai" before fainting, she called him Xiaodai.

The title is quite compatible with Lu Zeyu because he is always dazed alone.

Everyone in the village thinks that Lu Zeyu should be the child of a wealthy family. His clothes are not cloth or other things, which are much more delicate and delicate than cloth. Even the village chief who is the most knowledgeable in the village cannot tell what material it is.

The villagers all felt that Lu Zeyu must have been involved in disasters such as revenge or robbery.

Lu Zeyu was seriously injured at that time, and a big hole was broken on the back of his head. That night, people in the village planned to bury him, but Lu Zeyu actually came back alive until halfway through.

Lu Zeyu asked who I was, where was this, and what am I going to do?

After staying for a while, Lu Zeyu became familiar with the villagers, and the villagers also accepted this honest child.

But I always feel helpless when this idiot asks some inexplicable questions.

What are parents, what are women, what are money?

Recovering from his thoughts, Lu Zeyu pulled open his underwear. The underwear looked like white jade, and it always exuded a faint fragrance.

The inner shirt was embroidered with three bright red characters, Lu Zeyu, and Lu Zeyu thought this should be his name.

But there is a strange thing about the lining. Lu Zeyu was only fourteen or fifteen years old when he came. After three years, he had a big figure, but the shirt still fits.

"Brother Dai!"

A crisp cry came from the ridge of the field in the distance. At this time, the fish dispersed, the birds took off, and the insects crept into the ground, and disappeared in less than a moment.

A pretty girl was riding a wooden horse, wearing a gorgeous silk satin skirt, combed in a high bun, and the silver bell hairpin jingled.

The crisp sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer. This tall wooden horse made of brown wood looks rough, but in fact there are fine mechanisms at the joints and can run like a normal horse. Lu Zeyu is not unfamiliar with this thing, but he just can't remember where he has seen it.

"Brother Dai, I'm here to deliver food to you."

The girl Nian Fang, named Cui Min, got off the horse, looked at Lu Zeyu affectionately, opened the small basket, and there was still hot meal inside.

“Didn’t I say no?”

Cui Min sat shyly next to Lu Zeyu, her eyes couldn't help but glance up.

"This amount is not enough for me to eat, so why don't I bring more?"

Lu Zeyu took out the food and ate it in half.

Cui Min said with a red face.

"I just want to deliver food to Brother Dai, it's best to deliver food for the rest of my life in the future."

Lu Zeyu is handsome and has a lot of strength. Needless to say, he can eat food for ten people by himself.

But every time I eat, everyone feels something is wrong. Lu Zeyu never says whether it is delicious or not. It seems that he is watching everyone eat, but he doesn't feel bad about it.

"Brother Dai, I always feel my chest is stuffy lately."

Lu Zeyu turned his head and put his head on Cui Min's chest. Cui Min's face immediately burned.

"I'm not sick! Why do every girl say that her chest is stuffy? Why are your face so red?"

The only thing Lu Zeyu is that why Cui Min’s chest was swollen but it was fine.

Cui Min pursed her lips and picked up the basket shyly. Lu Zeyu didn't ask why she blushed, and carried a hoe and jumped over the river and went to the opposite field.

Looking at Lu Zeyu who had already started working, Cui Min felt sad.

Cui Min is in her youth, with a plump figure and a body fragrance. Those men walking on the road have to look at her for a few more times, but Lu Zeyu is unmoved by her, even if she can touch her gently, it would be good!

Lu Zeyu has always worked hard and he has done a lot of farm work alone in the village, from morning to dark.

"Brother Dai, I'm leaving. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll prepare it for you."

Lu Zeyu did not answer, just looked at the fields. He could clearly see where to dig and what force to dig, so that the fields would be more fertile.

Not only that, Lu Zeyu also knew that the people in the village were ill, or even died or not. He could see things that many people could not see.

As long as Lu Zeyu wants to see it, there will be another scene in front of him.

The clean and clear white air clouds surround the fields. At first, Lu Zeyu didn't know what it was, but after living for a while, he realized that this was something that the monks called spiritual energy.

This was not the case in the past bald village. When Lu Zeyu first came, he saw what hunger was and what poverty was. Some people even died of starvation.

This is the most barren village in Xizhuhuo County in Tianyu Prefecture. There are only a hundred people. In the past, they could still live by relying on the mountains and forests. However, many years ago, it did not rain, and everything gradually withered, and the villagers' lives became more and more difficult.

On the day Lu Zeyu came, a strange phenomenon appeared!

A pair of flame wings passed through the scorching sun, and then the earth shook. After the flames fell, a white light rushed straight into the sky.

After that, it rained heavily and everything recovered at a very fast pace.

The grain was planted, the mountains and forests turned green again, and many strange flowers, plants and spiritual source stones that the monks dream of had grown.

The villagers all said that there were immortals who came down to earth to save the world and enlightened everything here!

Even these insects, fish, birds and beasts are full of spirituality. After eating the food here, the poor and weak villagers became stronger and more energetic.

But the full spiritual energy in front of him was nothing special for Lu Zeyu.

Spiritual energy is the core thing in this world. It is the basis for the use of Taoist techniques. The strength of a practitioner is the strength of spiritual energy and the mysterious difference between Taoist techniques.

The kind of Trojan that Cui Min rode just now was also driven by spiritual energy. I heard that there is something called Jiyuan inside, which is made of spiritual source stone.

The method of creating institutions is only available in Liangqizhou, the Western Regions, and the things in institutions are also very strange.

Horses for people to ride, cattle for plowing fields, cars for delivering goods, boats in rivers, birds in the sky, etc., and even larger mechanisms.

These mechanisms only require the practitioner to regularly inject spiritual energy into it for a long time.

In this strange world, everything has spirits, and only with spirits can one practice Taoism. Powerful Taoists can open mountains and split stones, turn rivers and seas, pick stars and moons, and catch turtles in the five lakes.

At the same time, the practitioners are also the rulers of this world!

Most people respect the cultivators. In this world where monsters are rampant, cultivators are the nemesis of the demons, and many cultivators can even use monsters.

At the same time, the practitioners are also the spiritual energy providers of those mechanisms.

On weekdays, villagers like to talk about the heroic and researching things of the Taoist monks after dinner.

Lu Zeyu was not interested in this because he felt that he could use his fists to break mountains and rocks, but no one believed it, and Lu Zeyu had never shown it.

As for those mechanisms, Lu Zeyu remembers seeing the more powerful ones.

The only thing Lu Zeyu is interested in is the path to the immortals that the monks say, because only these four words in his mind are clear, and he has to know who he is, where he comes from, and what he is going to do.

After all, living like this day by day is not a solution. Whether to eat or drink or work is no different for Lu Zeyu. He will not be hungry or thirsty, will not be tired, and will sleep very soundly at night.

The village chief once asked a practitioner to treat Lu Zeyu, but the other party could not tell the reason.

Gradually, everyone felt that Lu Zeyu might not have encountered revenge, but had a bad brain and a weird body. He was driven out. His only advantage was that he had a stronger strength, and he was not as good as ordinary people in other places.

Ordinary people have some spiritual roots. This spiritual root is as long as it is a living thing, but Lu Zeyu does not have spiritual roots.

It is a blessing that a rootless person like him can survive. After all, many rootless people have already died of a baby!

Paji

Lu Zeyu went down with a hoe, mud and water splashed, and a purple color took off from the mud. Lu Zeyu lowered his head and saw that it was a small purple bead, as big as a thumb, and the surface of the bead had uniform and regular division grooves.

"What's this?"

Lu Zeyu held the purple bead in his hand. The bead was quite beautiful, and there was a crackling lightning in the groove. The warm feeling made Lu Zeyu feel familiar.

At this time, the purple bead seemed to have life, constantly rolling in Lu Zeyu's palm, jumping back and forth, as if writing something, beams of lightning outlined into two words.

"Immortal? Man?"

Lu Zeyu felt it was quite fun, so he put it in his pocket. The paddy fields had been taken care of and it would be possible to plant rice in a few days. He glanced at the sun and planned to go back to the village.

During this period, the village was very busy, and the villagers didn't care about taking care of paddy fields. They went to the mountains to pick strange flowers and plants, and digging spiritual source stones were the top priority.

The care of the paddy fields was left to Lu Zeyu, a nerd with all his strength. Although it could be replaced by a mechanical cow, the price of a mechanical cow was too expensive, which was tens of millions of times the wages of Lu Zeyu. It would not be cheap to inject spiritual energy into the cultivators once.

Most governmental goods are afforded only by wealthy families.

Now Lu Zeyu plans to go to the pear orchard by the mountain to pick some pears and sell them in the village.

After packing up the farm tools, Lu Zeyu looked at the few hanging money in the backpack and smiled happily.

Wu Qiaoqiao said that money is an extremely important thing in this world. At first, Lu Zeyu didn't understand it. Until one time he asked a cultivator about the path to heaven and immortality, the cultivator said that if Lu Zeyu was willing to give him one hundred taels of silver, he would take him there.

Then Lu Zeyu began to make money hard. Now he has at least ten taels of silver, and there are still ninety taels to find the way to the immortal.
To be continued...