Don't farm, cultivate immortality!

The mother paused for a moment, and a faint smile finally appeared on her tired face, which was covered in mud.

She caught her breath, stood up, and bowed to Yan Huai'an.

Yan Huai'an nodded, acknowledging his mother's gratitude.

Her expression finally relaxed, but then the torch in her hand fell to the ground, and she slumped to the side.

The villagers looked at each other in bewilderment. At the mother's call, several women rushed over, helped her up, and carried her into the house.

Chapter 6 Personal Notes

Inside the house, firewood burned in the hearth, flames leaped, and the embers crackled and popped.

Zhuang Xing and Yan Huai'an lay on the bed together. They went to someone else's room to rest for a while.

There's nothing we can do; Zhuang Xing's house is almost completely destroyed, so he'll be left with nothing but the northwest wind when he gets home.

Fortunately, there wasn't anything valuable in the house, so it wasn't too heartbreaking.

Out with the old, in with the new.

A house can be rebuilt if it collapses, but a person who is gone can never be found again.

The reunion of mother and son is a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune. We shouldn't always think the worst. If we think every day about not being able to earn money, get married, afford a house and a car, and not seeing any hope in life, wouldn't we be depressed for the rest of our lives?

If you're happy, be happy for a day; if you're not happy for a whole day, taking a break and having a little fun is fine too.

Learning to enjoy the present moment is also one of Zhuang Xing's life principles.

"Zhu He, please check if the water temperature is suitable!"

Footsteps sounded outside, and a strange woman came into the house carrying a bucket of hot water.

Zhu He, so that's my mother's name. It sounds so nice.

A wooden tub, about half a person's height, was placed on the ground, steaming gently. Zhu He reached out to test the water temperature and nodded.

"Aunt Wang, could you please boil some more water? I'm afraid this won't be enough."

"Okay, then I'll leave this to you. I'll go out and check again... The men are all keeping watch outside. I hope nothing else goes wrong tonight."

Aunt Wang sighed and left with a worried look on her face.

Don't be afraid, Aunt Wang. That tiger demon's head has already fallen off; it's long gone.

However, the villagers are really united. Zhuang Xing originally thought that when they encountered a monster like the tiger spirit, the villagers would scatter and flee in all directions. Unexpectedly, they spontaneously organized a night watch team.

That makes sense. In a world with man-eating monsters, you have to unite to increase your chances of survival.

Humans are social animals by nature. Before the development of agricultural societies, people hunted and distributed food in groups. If a person could not defeat a prey, they could cooperate and divide the work.

Zhuang Xing felt that most of the time, humans should have the upper hand in front of monsters. Monsters like rabbit spirits, goat spirits, and rat spirits would definitely not dare to be enemies of human settlements. Even meat-eating weasel spirits would probably only be more careful when stealing chickens.

Dozens of strong men wielding pitchforks and hoes—that's no joke.

Three cobblers can outwit Zhuge Liang; thirty armed strongmen, if not ten Wu Songs, are more than three Wu Songs. Even an ordinary tiger wouldn't fare well; it might kill a few people, but it would ultimately be beaten to death with sticks.

Back then, Sun Quan and his attendants, armed with spears, managed to kill a wild tiger. As long as the formation remained intact and one was bold enough, killing a tiger with thirty men was a piece of cake.

Perhaps a monster like a tiger spirit could kill the people of a village, but tigers are already rare, and tigers that have become spirits are even rarer.

Based on Zhuang Xing's three months of experience, he did not feel that his mother and everyone else were in a tense state of mind; they were basically in a relatively relaxed state.

No one is easily alarmed by the slightest disturbance; this shows that what happened to him and his mother tonight was an extremely low-probability event.

It is true that people sit at home, and disasters come from heaven.

But those who survive a great calamity are sure to have good fortune in the future!

Zhuang Xing felt he needed to change his approach; he was going to rename his autobiography from "Rebirth: My Ancient Farming Life" to "The Story of Cultivating Immortals".

Damn it, why can't I grow to puberty overnight!

Is this body still not good enough?

He started to feel sleepy again, but how could he sleep at such a crucial time!

He really wanted to find two matchsticks and prop them up between his upper and lower eyelids.

Zhuang Xing struggled to turn over and look to the side.

Mother began to wipe Yan Huai'an's body. Perhaps because Yan Huai'an had fainted and was feeling cold all over, Mother treated Yan Huai'an first. She placed a towel soaked in hot water on Yan Huai'an's forehead, and then pulled open Yan Huai'an's clothes and put a hot towel inside.

Don't misunderstand, Zhuang Xing just wanted to check if the female warrior was injured anywhere; he had absolutely no ulterior motives.

Besides, he couldn't see anything from his perspective. He was too small, lying on the bed wrapped in a blanket. He could only see the female warrior's arm. Even when he turned over, he could only see the movement of her clothes. He could see his mother's hands going in and out there.

Perhaps Mother thought Yan Huai'an had frostbite. For someone with frostbite, the goal is to find a way to restore their body temperature.

After applying the towel, the mother came to take care of Zhuangxing. She changed to a small basin, poured in half a basin of water, and gave Zhuangxing a bath.

I'm so sleepy, I can't stay awake any longer...

Zhuang Xing ultimately couldn't hold on any longer. While taking a shower, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I slept without any dreams, and when I regained consciousness, it was already the next morning.

Golden sunlight streamed in through the window; it was a bright and sunny day.

My mother was still by my bedside; it seemed she hadn't slept all night.

I'm a little hungry, but I don't feel the urge to urinate.

Well, as long as it's within tolerable limits, let's not cause Mother any more trouble here.

Zhuang Xing continued to sleep so that if he woke up, his mother, who had been working hard all night, would have to take care of him.

A baby's life is so dull and boring, spending almost three-quarters of the day sleeping.

But before he could even take a nap, he heard a noise beside him—the rustling sound of clothes rubbing together.

Zhuang Xing squinted and saw that the female knight had woken up. She had been lying in bed all night and had finally regained consciousness.

"My lord, how are you feeling? Would you like something to eat?" Mother asked respectfully.

Yan Huai'an rubbed her forehead, her gaze sweeping across the room. She remained silent for a moment, then looked at her palms.

She ignored her mother and simply took off the towels covering her body. The towels were still warm, and you could see them steaming. A jasmine-like fragrance wafted into Zhuang Xing's nose.

After she got up, she looked around and finally stopped at the corner of the wall, where her sword lay.

Although the scabbard was an unremarkable piece of black lacquered wood, there was no doubt that it was a rare and precious sword.

After gripping the sword hilt again and fastening it to her waist, her serious expression softened somewhat.

The expert's vigilance is indeed very high; the first thing he does upon waking up is to look for weapons. I've learned something new.

"My lord, my name is Zhu He. Do you remember me? We met last night," Mother tried to strike up a conversation.

"..."

"My name is Yan Huai'an, and I am a demon hunter," Yan Huai'an said.

She exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay, creating a strange sense of oppression.

"Lord Yan..."

"..."

"You don't need to call me sir."

"Then... Miss Yan?"

Yan Huai'an straightened up and nodded.

"Miss Yan, would you like to rest a bit more? Or have something to eat?"

"..."

"Thank you for your trouble."

“Miss Yan saved Zhuang’er and me, and also helped us drive away the tiger spirit. This is what we should do.”

"Please wait a moment, we will definitely treat you well." With that, Mother went out.

Only Zhuang Xing and Yan Huai'an remained in the room. Their mother felt at ease leaving them in the same room.

Although the female warrior seems a bit aloof and speaks with a noticeable delay, she is a trustworthy person. Zhuang Xing is willing to let his child stay with her.

The female warrior sat down again and let out a long sigh.

Is this someone practicing internal energy? What are those bamboo sticks for?

Zhuang Xing saw the female knight carefully take out the bundled bamboo sticks from her pocket. She pulled out a few of them, and there seemed to be something engraved on the bamboo sticks. She looked at the bamboo sticks and seemed to be reading the words on the bamboo sticks in a low voice.

"My name is Yan Huai'an, and I am a demon hunter."

She repeated the sentence several times, each time with a different tone, as if... she were doing an exercise...

She practiced not only this one sentence, but also many other everyday phrases, from self-introductions to greetings, all of which were very common sentences.

After a while, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.

She immediately put away the bamboo skewers, put on a stern face, and sat up straight.

Zhuang Xing was puzzled. Were the words the female knight-errant had just been chanting engraved on those bamboo sticks?

Why do we need to practice such simple sentences repeatedly?

Chapter 7 The Other Side

Zhuang Xing discovered the blind spot; the heroine's actions just now looked like she was practicing her lines.

What kind of words would be engraved on bamboo sticks and practiced repeatedly?

Even a fool could understand that it must be something extremely important, something one is very unfamiliar with, and something one cannot clearly explain, to justify doing such a thing.

Usually, only actors carry their scripts with them everywhere they go, memorizing them so they can immerse themselves in the performance.

From this perspective, the female warrior is learning how to behave like a normal human being.

It is obvious that a normal human being does not need to learn how to behave like themselves.

Then there's only one truth!