Chapter 526
When it comes to farming, the villagers were all fired up, eager to learn, and they didn’t even mind if it delayed the autumn harvest.
After all, the saying goes, "Sharpening the knife doesn’t delay the chopping of wood," and this simple truth was well understood by everyone.
Not far away, Ying Bing watched Li Mo surrounded by the crowd, unable to suppress a smile.
No wonder he insisted on guiding her to adapt martial arts towards hammers and farming tools.
While swords and blades had greater lethality, the villagers wouldn’t know how to use them, nor would they want to.
They toiled in the fields, facing the earth and turning their backs to the sky, and as long as it was for the sake of filling their bellies, they would naturally practice with farming tools without needing anyone to supervise them.
He had always been clever.
It was only when he was with her that he acted like a child.
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**Chapter 596: Little Li: I’ve Got Someone to Take Me Home Too**
“Hey, I suddenly feel full of energy! The more I cut, the stronger I feel!”
After learning Li Mo’s pictographic martial arts, the village chief dove headfirst into the wheat field, treating the crops as his training targets.
“With this, we can go hunting in the future!”
“Great! It’s worthy of being passed down from the Heavenly Clan’s goddess. We should compile it into a book and place it in the ancestral hall.”
As the villagers harvested the wheat, they chatted away.
“By the way,” the village chief suddenly remembered and cautiously asked, “This skill was passed down to you by the goddess. If we learn it... she won’t be angry, will she?”
The Heavenly Clan had long lifespans, so they didn’t judge age by appearance.
“Don’t worry,” Li Mo replied with a cool demeanor reminiscent of a celestial being. “I’ve already spoken to her. She agreed, and even if you teach others, she won’t mind.”
“Hey, Little Li has talked to the goddess?”
“Who would have thought someone from our village could actually speak to the Heavenly Clan? That’s a rare find!”
“Hahaha, Little Li, you’re just bragging. The goddess probably doesn’t care about such rudimentary skills. Do you really think she would take you seriously?”
“Little Li is at the age to settle down, isn’t he? Are you thinking about a big girl?”
The wheat field was suddenly filled with a joyful atmosphere.
Li Mo smacked his lips. It wasn’t wrong for them to think that way; aside from the village chief, the other villagers had never seen the Heavenly Clan. To them, it was akin to encountering a deity.
Having seen her, the village chief felt even more reverence.
He always sensed that the fairy sister was different, but he couldn’t explain it to everyone.
In any case, everyone had learned a bit of the technique, and they would gradually practice it in the future.
From the book he carried, he saw that the first natural disaster would occur in fifty years.
This generation hadn’t adapted yet, but by the next generation, and the one after that, the “Thousand Forms Technique” would likely flourish, allowing every child to start practicing from a young age.
Indeed, Ying Bing had simplified the “Thousand Forms Technique.”
Though simplified, it remained a divine skill, its essence lying in its infinite possibilities.
No matter one’s aptitude or the martial arts suited to them, the “Thousand Forms Technique” would automatically adapt to the most suitable method for each individual.
For instance, if someone practiced with the bones of a wild bull, they would unconsciously develop a strength akin to that of a raging bull.
Passed down from generation to generation, the raging bull strength would continue to evolve, creating a brand new path.
The villagers were completely unaware that what they were learning could shake the world in the flourishing martial arts of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, stirring up blood and chaos.
In fact, the moment Ying Bing summarized the new version of the “Thousand Forms Technique,” the outside world had already erupted.
Before this, divine skills had been highly targeted.
In fact, for most martial arts, the more powerful they were, the higher the requirements for practitioners.
But today, Ying Bing casually opened a path never seen before. To be precise, this had transcended the realm of martial arts, resembling a fundamental law.
Ordinary people could practice a martial art to an extremely high level.
Moreover, they could seamlessly integrate other martial arts later on.
This meant that even if these villagers knew nothing, simply focusing on farming, they could pass down a complete martial tradition from generation to generation.
With just a few words, she had cut through the barriers of martial arts.
Those present, regardless of their martial prowess, were utterly shaken.
“I’m tempted to give up and start over.”
“Calm down, brother! You’ve only heard bits and pieces; you haven’t seen the original!”
“What do you mean by ‘never seen before’? What else can’t she do...”
Amidst the discussions, the beauties on the Hundred Flowers List wore complex expressions.
If they had to choose...
Cooking?
How about some spicy West Lake vinegar fish scales?
“This village is going to be extraordinary in the future.”
“But after all, it’s just a small village; it won’t stir up much trouble. If Ying Bing doesn’t take action, it’ll still be hard for Dawang Village to survive the first natural disaster.”
“Achieving this much is already impressive. I wonder what’s going on in Tianren City that allowed the young hero Li to be born in a human city.”
“Yeah, just his speed in practicing hammer techniques should at least set him on the path of the Earth City, right?”
As the sun sank lower, the rippling wheat waves were dyed a vibrant red, like flickering wildfires or flowing crimson tides.
After a day’s labor, the women and children would bring water and food to the fields. The children would frolic among the crops, while the women delivered water and provisions to the men before heading home together.
“Little Li, come, come, let’s go eat and drink at my place.”
The village chief pulled Li Mo aside.
There stood his wife and their daughter, dressed in a floral dress with braided hair, who shyly eyed the sweaty Little Li.
The village chief immediately noticed his daughter’s effort to dress up.
The only blacksmith in the village was tall and strong, and he was quite reliable, so he was pleased.
“Little Li, a man should marry when he grows up. Look at Xiao Wang and Xiao Zhu; they all have wives and children waiting for them. You’re still alone. You need someone to help you manage the household.”
“I have someone to help me,” Li Mo scratched the back of his head.
The village chief was puzzled. “Who?”
The girl was also taken aback. Her father patted her shoulder, and she finally relaxed.
Of course, she knew every girl in the village. She hadn’t seen Little Li getting close to anyone. It couldn’t possibly be that goddess-like figure from the Heavenly Clan, could it?
This must be Little Li being too shy...
“She’ll come to pick me up later,” Li Mo said earnestly.
“Hmm? Then I’ll wait with you and see which girl it is…”
The village chief found his serious tone amusing and turned back, only to be slightly taken aback.
At the edge of the field, a girl appeared, dressed simply yet exuding an ethereal beauty. She approached gracefully, holding a teapot in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other.
The evening breeze tousled her hair, and whether it was the playful strands or the reflection of the boy in her eyes, her cool demeanor suddenly became dreamy and gentle.
“!”
Li Mo hadn’t expected her to actually come; he had only joked about it that morning.
Just like the village chief’s wife earlier, she poured him a cup of tea.
“Drink some water.”
“Oh, okay…”
“Have an ice pop.”
Li Mo slurped on the ice pop and couldn’t help but ask, “What are you doing here?”
“You said yesterday that you envied others,” Ying Bing replied softly, looking at him.
Li Mo opened his mouth.
He had wanted to act tough and say he wasn’t really envious of others and didn’t want to be taken home by anyone.
But he found he couldn’t muster the bravado, so he ended up biting into the ice pop instead.
“You should have some too.”
As the village chief’s daughter was lost in thought, another ice pop was offered to her.
“Th... thank you…”
The girl was stunned.
Then Ying Bing glanced at the torn edge of Li Mo’s shirt, and her next question left the village beauty even more bewildered:
“Can you teach me how to mend clothes?”
“Why do you want to learn that?”
“I can’t let other women help him manage the household.”
“???”
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**Chapter 597: This Plus This, Can It Survive?**
On the country road at sunset, the sun painted their shadows as they walked along the light and shadow cutting line of the wheat field, passing through the mingling of light and dark.
The girl held his hand as she walked ahead, the wind tousling her hair and bringing a faint fragrance to the boy’s nose.
She used her other hand to tuck her hair behind her ear but was reluctant to let go of his hand.
Li Mo suddenly felt that the scene before him was familiar yet surreal.
It was like something he had seen in a dream, forgotten upon waking, and now, encountering a similar image made him feel as if he had experienced it before.
He thought of Monet’s “Woman with a Parasol,” but in a sunset version...
Then Li Mo froze.
“Fairy sister, is this the way back to the village? Why does it seem like the trees are getting sparser the further we go...?”
Ying Bing was taken aback, surveying her surroundings, and frowned. “Isn’t this the way back to Li Mo’s village? It doesn’t seem like it is...”
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