The hand that tried to grab the nail clippers was slapped away. The little zombie raised his head and frowned at him, then buried his head and continued to cut his nails.

Feng Wuli was speechless.

My uncle and aunt's tricycle came back. When I opened the door, Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou were watching TV in the living room.

"Why is it so late? Uncle and aunt, are you hungry? Do you want me to give you something to eat?"

My aunt immediately smiled and said, "There's no need for you to get food for us two."

"It's not like you both must be tired when you come back."

"I've eaten, I've eaten."

My aunt and daughter-in-law like her very much.

Feng Wuli silently went back to his room to do his homework and get ready for bed.

This little zombie must have gained proficiency by treating his aunt as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Shengqing silently made way for him and returned the imperial chair to his uncle, while carefully avoiding the two of them.

Sighing, he disappeared and appeared on the roof, looking at the night sky.

He remembered the conversation he had with Wang Xilou ten years ago.

"Without stars and moon, where would we be?"

The wind that has been blowing for several days has swept away all the haze from the polluted sky, even in the mountains and forests. The Milky Way tonight is as bright as the burning mountains and forests.

This starry sky is so deep.

In these ten years he received modern scientific education.

He understood that the beautiful night scene in front of him was actually planets very far away from here. Many of them were the other side that he could not reach even in his endless years.

Thinking about it this way, I can't help but feel a little lonely.

It seems to be within reach, but knowing the distance is daunting.

In that distant dark void, are there civilizations like the earth, are there monsters, and are they looking up at the stars like him at this moment.

These unknowns fascinate Shengqing.

There are stars and sea in his eyes.

The time slowly reached early morning, and the village was quiet.

More and more practitioners gathered underneath, and they discovered that the man standing on the roof was the uncle who often visited the homes of kind villagers.

Their expressions were all different, and they felt mixed emotions for a while, and they couldn't figure it out no matter what they thought about.

"is it beautiful?"

He suddenly asked a question, but no one answered.

"You all came here for me. I was in poor condition the past few days and couldn't entertain you. Tonight, I invite you all to enjoy the stars in the sky."

"I'm going to test you guys, can you point out the twenty-eight constellations?"

When Feng Wuli met him for the first time, he was wearing a wife's uniform. He liked unknown things and also liked to communicate his knowledge with others.

Shengqing was very interested, but unfortunately no one answered, which made him a little disappointed.

"That's the Jiaomu Jiao, and the four here are Kang Jinlong..."

At some point in the crowd, someone stepped out and pointed out the stars one by one.

When everyone took a look, wasn't this the fool from the mountain village?

Shengqing was not surprised at all.

Everyone below saw the idiot pointing his heart out one by one, his eyes filled with stars, and there was no trace of stupidity at all.

Until the end, when the earthworm hit the ground and made a sound, the fool paused and said with a smile: "Sir, am I right?"

Shengqing shook his head with a smile and replied softly: "When did you miss it?"

"Sir, are you willing to accept me as your disciple?"

Shengqing said good things.

Under the locust tree, teach him the method of cultivation, teach him the spirit, teach him the principles.

Those practitioners who came from all over the world sat under the locust tree and listened to the teachings of an immortal.

Just one night, Shengqing knew everything about immortal magic, nature, and all mysteries. He just talked about the same content, but the people below blossomed with different flowers.

All are of great benefit and each has something to gain.

The fool in the village sat at the front and listened most carefully.

Although everyone has their own achievements, what everyone wants to learn most is of course the immortal's natal soul and horoscope and moon divination.

But how can someone exist who can learn it just by listening to it once?

But what they didn't expect was that someone actually learned it.

Still that fool.

What kind of terrible genius is this?

With such an understanding, wouldn’t it be possible to secretly learn a lot from other people’s souls just by looking at them?

Shengqing was not surprised at all.

The fool made a fortune for himself and calculated his life span. He calculated that there were still eight hours left and smiled shyly.

"Sir, am I right?"

Shengqing shook his head helplessly: "When did you miss it?"

The twenty-eight practitioners below couldn't help but remain silent.

The next day, the idiot in the village who had been crazy for more than 30 years suddenly had clear eyes and became normal.

He returned home and plowed all the land at home to make it easier for his mother to plant seeds next spring. Then he went into the mountains to cut firewood for a whole house. In the evening, he laid all the tiles at home with new ones and went to the village to clear firewood.

House by house, they expressed their gratitude to the people in the village for their care over the years.

The mother knew that he was leaving and stayed with her son. The son, who had not communicated with her in thirty years, talked to her for a whole day.

In the evening, after the three of them had eaten, the son said he was a little sleepy and wanted to go back and sleep for a while.

The father smoked in the living room, and the mother stayed close to her son's bedside.

The son was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and suddenly said to the mother beside him: "It's going to rain. Mom, go and collect your clothes."

When the mother collected her clothes, entered the house, and came to her son's bedside, her son had his eyes closed and was no longer breathing.

Shengqing was sitting on the roof of his house. Suddenly a drizzle began to fall from the sky. He raised his hand to catch it. It was so cold that it meant the autumn rain was coming.

Under the house, the old Orion smoked cigarettes dully, one cigarette after another.

The woman in the room is crying.

"Sir, are you a monster?"

"Sir, please teach me how to read. Mom said that only by studying can one be successful."

"Sir, do you think I am reciting it correctly? Ha, I can recite it in one try. Am I very smart?"

"Sir, please teach me how to practice!"

"Why can't I learn? It's impossible. Sir, I'm so smart, how can I not learn? I can't be wrong!"

If I had taught him how to practice, wouldn't he have failed in Yang Shen due to self-study? Would the result have been different?

For the first time, Shengqing had something he didn't want to know.
Chapter completed!