A bucket was lifted from the well.

A half-grown boy stood by the well, with his upper body bare, revealing his strong body. He carried a bucket full of water with one hand, then walked to the kitchen in the yard and poured the water into the water tank.

Then the boy ran back to the well with the bucket and fetched water again.

After going back and forth several times, the water tank next to the kitchen was finally full.

The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead and exhaled.

He looked at the sun intently, then ran to the other side of the kitchen, grabbed the ax on the ground, weighed it in his hand a few times, and started chopping firewood.

Suddenly, a berry was thrown over, hitting the boy squarely on the head.

The young man raised his eyebrows and ignored him.

When another berry flew in again, suddenly a cold light flashed in mid-air!

A shadow of an ax accurately split the berries flying in the air into two!

"Erya, if you have nothing to do, go and kill the chicken for me, and don't disturb my work."

The young man muttered angrily, lowered the ax in his hand, and looked up.

On an osmanthus tree in the yard, Situ Beixuan was sitting on the treetop, holding a thread-bound book in his hand, pretending to be shaking his head, but in the other hand, he was holding a few berries.

"I've told you countless times, call me Situ Beixuan!" Erya put down the book and said dissatisfied: "Have you ever seen me call you Tiezhu?"

"It's just a name, you can call it whatever you want. Besides, the name Tiezhu was given by Master, and I think it sounds pretty good to me."

"What's wrong with the name Nangong Yin?" Erya shouted dissatisfied, "I read a lot of books before I gave you such a nice name!"

"Because my surname is not Nangong." The young man shook his head.

"My surname is not Situ either." Erya curled her lips and said, "Our parents didn't raise us, so why should we use our original surname? There's nothing wrong with naming ourselves something nice."

"As long as you like it, I think Tiezhu is a good name." The young man looked at Erya, frowned and said, "Are you really not going to kill the chicken for me?"

"Master said that what I practice is Yin Yang. I want to avoid cause and effect and do as little killing as possible."

"... Even though it's cooked, I don't see you eating less."

"Nangong Yin, you entered the Tao through martial arts, and practicing killing is also a spiritual practice, so you should kill the chicken yourself."

"Then help me catch it."

"I said you can't get involved in karma! Even if I don't kill the chicken, but I help you catch it, I'm also getting involved in karma."

"You can find so many reasons for being lazy. No wonder you like reading so much. Do you think it's all from books?"

While the two children were bickering, the young man had already chopped dozens of pieces of firewood into pieces.

Then he casually chopped the ax on the wooden pile, turned around and ran into the kitchen.

But he took out a yellow-orange corn from the steamer on the stove, walked to the yard, glanced at Erya sitting on the tree, thought for a moment, broke it in half, and threw one half over.

Erya took it and took a bite with a smile on his face: "Senior brother is still kind to me."

"snort."

The boy gnawed away the corn in several licks, then turned around and threw half of the corn cob into the furnace to burn it.

He also grabbed a handful of water from the water tank and wiped his mouth.

Turning his head, he saw Erya sitting on the treetop, nibbling delicately.

After a while, Wu Datao's angry shouts came from the yard.

"Where's the corn I steamed? I want to use it to make medicine!! Where did it go?!"

The young man had a simple and blank expression on his face, spread his hands, but looked at the osmanthus tree.

Wu Taotao saw Erya sitting on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, with his hands behind his back, but there was still a corn kernel in the corner of his mouth...

Wu Daotao yelled and cursed, took off his slippers, ran over, grabbed his apprentice's feet and pulled her down from the tree. He started to push the soles of his shoes onto her buttocks.

Hearing the shouts of his junior sister and the scolding of his master, the young man sighed, turned around, and continued chopping firewood.

Why……

The life in this sect is actually quite nourishing.

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Down the cross slope.

A shabby tractor drove down the hillside, and then a teenager jumped out of the car.

He took out his wallet, counted out two bills and handed them to the old farmer driving the tractor. He also took out his cigarette case, smoked a red Jinling and handed it to the farmer.

The old farmer continued with a smile, clamped it on his ears, waved his hand and drove away.

Chen Nuo looked up at the small slope.

Bluestone steps were laid out piece by piece.

Behind a sparse dwarf tree, a courtyard wall is exposed, with a red base and white walls.

The courtyard gate is an eave with open double door panels and green tiles stacked on top.

Walking up the hillside step by step, Chen Nuo looked relaxed and looked up at the plaque on the door.

"Qingyun...hey, I'm not afraid of people suing you for piracy."

Looking inside, he saw the little Erya whom he had seen in the huge yard, under an osmanthus tree...

Well, that is the kid Iris, who is kneeling there listlessly, with his hands raised high, holding a washboard in his hand, and there is a bowl of water on the washboard.

"It's even! If it spills, I'll kneel for half an hour longer!"

A middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance, wearing a gray khaki, stood nearby with a stick in her hand and shouted coldly.

She looked like a common rural woman in the countryside, but Chen Nuo's heart skipped a beat when he took one look at her!

Under the keen sense, it was as if he had "sneaked" a ball of vitality and burning spiritual power!

Looking again, Wu Daotao was sitting on a pony at the entrance of a hall in the yard.

But there was a bruise on his face, and he was applying plaster on his face with a grin.

“I’m getting bolder and bolder!”

The middle-aged woman scolded Erya with a livid face: "Your master taught you, but you dare to fight against your master! Do you know this is bullying the master and destroying the ancestors?"

Erya looked sad and said aggrievedly: "Master's wife, how dare I hit Master! It's really unfair!

It was obviously Master who hit me, but I ran away and dodged him, but he fell down and hit his face on the threshold!

No matter how ignorant I am of etiquette, I will never do anything like fighting Master..."

"Still stubborn! Your master is teaching you, why are you running away!

Won’t you just kneel down and accept the punishment?”

The middle-aged woman glared and shouted.

"Then... who wouldn't run away after being beaten!" Erya rolled her eyes: "If you teach your disciple a lesson, won't he run away?"

"That's natural! What our sect teaches is a rule! The master teaches the disciple, and the disciple should accept the punishment honestly! This is the right thing to do!"

The middle-aged woman shouted.

Erya immediately shook her head: "Senior Wife, I don't believe it! My senior brother Tiezhu will never be so obedient. If you want to punish him, he will definitely run away."

Tie Zhu, who was standing in the kitchen watching the excitement, suddenly felt his scalp numb!

Damn it!

Here comes the little junior sister's means of revenge!

Just as he was about to turn around and run away, the middle-aged woman turned around and stared at him.

"Tie Zhu, come here."

"...Master's wife." The young man came over with a smile: "I have been working just now, I don't know anything."

"I asked you to come over and kneel down, will you obey me?" The middle-aged woman stared at her apprentice.

The young man was stunned and glanced helplessly at Erya who was kneeling there.

Erya rolled her eyes at him.

The young man sighed, walked over slowly, and knelt on the ground side by side with Erya.

"Well, if Master wants to punish me, of course I won't run away. Whatever you want me to do is what I should do."

"Okay, then you and Erya can kneel down together." The middle-aged woman snorted.

With that said, she walked over slowly, stood beside the boy, and said with a cold face: "How can you have so many evil thoughts at such a young age?

Each and every one of you, if you don’t learn from the good ones, you will try to imitate your incompetent master in terms of character!

Tie Zhu, I originally thought you were a simple and honest person, but why are you so bad now?

How on earth did you become a senior brother? You have no appearance at all!
To be continued...