A passerby in Xiuxian novel becomes a popular figure through farming

The old man was lying on the ground, and the old man was lying on the ground.

Yu Wanqing, who had been unconscious for a whole night, was awakened by the dew on the bamboo leaves.

Yu Wanqing opened her eyes and looked at the bamboo leaves above her sight, and remembered her previous experience.

When she was investigating, she met a demon cultivator, and the two of them fought. The demon cultivator had a high level of cultivation, and she was lucky enough to escape by relying on the thunder tribulation that was previously collected in her sleeve.

It is not known whether the demon cultivator was a cultivator who had gone astray or a member of the Demon Palace.

If it was a demon cultivator from the Demon Palace, this matter would not be simple.

Yu Wanqing just wanted to sit up when she pulled the wound on her chest, and grimaced in pain.

"Hiss~"

The movement in the bamboo forest attracted the attention of the people outside.

"Awake?"

Although the voice was pleasant, it was weak and powerless, giving people the feeling that this person had given up on himself because he knew that his time was running out.

Yu Wanqing looked up and saw a young man sitting outside the bamboo forest. He was tall and slender, with a thin and pale face without any blood color. His face was a bit of illness that was difficult to conceal, and he looked lazy and tired.

"You fainted here last night. I can't move and can't help you. I can only watch here."

"Trouble you." Yu Wanqing nodded to the man.

Yi Hansheng lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "No trouble, then can you leave now?"

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"What?"

"I mean that this is a private school with many people and wide eyes. It is not suitable for you to recuperate. Please leave first."

The master drove people away mercilessly, and Yu Wanqing had nothing to say. She couldn't expect to meet a good person.

Moreover, she had also found a place where no one might live, but she just didn't expect that someone would live there.

Unfortunately, Yu Wanqing overestimated her body. When she took a step out of the bamboo forest just now, she felt dizzy and her eyes went dark, and she fell down again.

Yi Hansheng quickly reached out to hold the person, looking at the person who was completely unconscious in his arms: "What if I don't drive him away?"

"Then let him stay. Anyway, the cultivator doesn't need me to feed him."

Putting the person in his arms, Yi Hansheng turned the wheelchair and placed the person in his room.

There was no other way. This private school had only the classroom where the children were in class, the kitchen and the firewood room, and Yi Hansheng's own room.

Although the female cultivator had a high level of cultivation, it was not easy for him to arrange a girl to live in the firewood room.

Yu Wanqing was unconscious until the afternoon, and was awakened by the sound of the child reading, and then found herself lying in a bedroom. The things in the bedroom were as simple as Yu Wanqing's own cave.

Knowing that she didn't need to leave in a hurry, Yu Wanqing took out all the healing pills that Mu Yunxi had prepared for her from her storage bag and swallowed them.

Then she sat cross-legged and meditated to remove the demonic energy from her body.

While healing, Yu Wanqing thought that if the demon cultivator didn't come to chase her, he would definitely destroy the stone chamber. If she took other disciples there later, she might not find any useful evidence.

Thinking of this, Yu Wanqing had a headache, but it was good that she didn't lose herself.

Yu Wanqing didn't force anything. Now she could only rest assured to recover and pray that others could find some useful clues.

"Sir, we'll leave first!"

"Goodbye, sir!"

Children in the village, especially boys, are already considered laborers in the family. Yi Hansheng doesn't have much time to teach. Villagers send their children to school so that they will not fall behind in their studies after being noticed by the sect.

So the content of Yi Hansheng's teaching is also very simple, all about reading and writing.

"It's here."

"The old gentleman took him in and let him live here, but the private school is for public use in the village. Now the head of the village wants to demolish it and build a memorial archway, which is no problem at all."

"The head of the village is still a promising family. My brother was accepted into the sect, and now he has become a great foundation-building person and returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors. How can there not even be a memorial archway?"

Three or four people appeared outside the private school, pointing to the private school not far away and said: "Head of the village, look at the beautiful mountains and rivers here, it's very suitable to build a memorial archway."

The old gentleman called the head of the village is over 70 years old, with a white beard more than a foot long: "My brother comes back this time, the village must hold a big banquet for him, I think it's just right to demolish it and build a memorial archway here."

"But the head of the village..." The person traveling with him hesitated. He has a son at home. His son is well-educated under the education of the teacher here, and he has a good impression of Yi Hansheng.

"If this is demolished, Mr. Yi will live there in the future."

The village head glared at the man: "Huh? It's none of my business where he lives as a stranger."

"Go tell him that the village will demolish this tomorrow, and let him leave quickly."

"But..." the man was worried

Some were unwilling. If Mr. Yi left, where would his children go to learn to read and write?

Keli was gaining a lot of prestige in the village, and now his brother was a great foundation-building master. Even if he was unwilling, what could he do?

"Let's go, I'll go with you."

After the group left, four or five children came out from the fields next to them.

There were children who were fishing in the ditch beside the field. When they saw adults coming, they hid for fear of being scolded and heard the conversation of several people.

"They want to drive Mr. Yi away."

"It's too much. They want to demolish the private school!"

"Let's go, call the others and fight them."

"Yes, we can't drive Mr. Yi away."

The gate of the private school was not closed because the children had just left, so the others broke in directly.

"Mr. Yi!"

"We have something to ask you. Please come out."

Yi Hansheng controlled the wheelchair and came out from behind the house: "Village head, what do you want to see me for?"

"Mr. Yi, everyone calls you Mr. out of respect, but in fact everyone knows that you are just a stranger." He was polite on the surface, but he was not polite at all.

Seeing that the visitor was not kind, Yi Hansheng, who was already decadent, instantly became like a quail that had been peeled off its shell. Yi Hansheng, who was used to being bullied, could not even speak.

"This private school has been around for a long time. The village plans to demolish it and build a memorial archway for my brother who is building the foundation. I wonder if you have any objection."

Everyone in the village knows what kind of personality Yi Hansheng has. He is a coward with only a face to look at. He is usually elegant and graceful, but he will become cowardly as soon as you force him.

"We are not making things difficult for you. It's just that the village head brother is coming back to worship the ancestors, so we have to give him face." Others also advised earnestly.

But they all knew that Yi Hansheng would definitely agree with his character.

"I have no objection... but what about the children in the village?" Yi Hansheng knew that he had no ability to resist, and he would not do something that was thankless. Anyway, he could do whatever he wanted.

But it didn't matter if he left, but what about the children in the village?

Li Zhengyi said righteously: "You, an outsider, don't have to take care of this."

"Mr. Yi, you'd better pack up and leave quickly." The head of the village signaled others to push Yi Hansheng away.

"You can't leave!" A group of children rushed out and blocked between Yi Hansheng and the head of the village.

"Mr. Yi has been living here all his life, and where can he go if he is inconvenient?"

"You are just bullying."