chapter 1 Young Sherwin

Zi Yao Empire, southwest border.

The mountains here are vast and the peaks are like forests. It has been known as "the land of three thousand mountains and natural chasms" since ancient times.

The sunset is like fire.

In the distance, a wisp of smoke can be seen rising.

Sherwin eyes lit up, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took a long breath: "Finally, I saw a place where people live."

He had been trekking in this barren place for seven days, sleeping in the open air and eating wild fruits. He experienced many dangers and hardships along the way, and was almost killed by vicious beasts several times.

At this time, he could see a wisp of smoke. Although it was very far away, it still cheered up Sherwin heart and revived his exhausted body.

move on.

Not long after, a neatly cultivated spiritual field appeared in sight, which made Sherwin further certain that since there was a spiritual field, there should be a village nearby.

This spiritual field is planted with spiritual grains, which are obviously about to mature. The ears of grain are heavy. A gust of wind blows, and the green spiritual grains are undulating like waves, mixed with the fragrance of vegetation.

"According to this growth rate, this spiritual valley can be harvested in less than ten days, right?"

Sherwin seemed to have discovered something. He came to the spiritual field on the roadside and took a closer look. Sure enough, he found that although the growth of this spiritual valley was good, it was not optimistic.

The spiritual field is moist and fertile, and does not lack spiritual energy. However, the green stems of the spiritual valley show faint signs of decay and withering, which is difficult to detect without careful observation.

Sherwin pulled out a Linggu plant, held it in his hand and examined it for a moment, then gently opened the tender green skin of the stem with his fingertips, and immediately his eyes narrowed.

Inside the stems, there were numerous glistening white insects, only the size of gravel. They were constantly squirming, eating away at the vitality contained in the stems of Linggu.

Sandworm

This spiritual valley is suffering from an insect plague.

According to Sherwin judgment, if these sandworms cannot be eliminated in time, this spiritual valley that is about to mature will wither and decay and lose all its spiritual power. Even if it is harvested by then, it will suffer heavy losses. In serious cases, it may even die. No gain.

"It seems that there should be no spirit pattern masters in this village, otherwise we would definitely not have to watch such a bad situation happen to the spiritual valley that is about to mature."

Sherwin thought deeply, then shook his head dumbly. In this barren place, I am afraid that no spirit pattern master would be willing to live here.

After all, according to Sherwin's understanding, spirit pattern masters in this world are a very noble type of people.

At this moment, a sigh suddenly came.

Sherwin turned around and saw not far away, a tall, middle-aged man wearing animal skins sitting on the edge of a spiritual field, staring at the spiritual field and sighing.

This middle-aged man has a frown on his face, and his dark and rough outline is full of trouble.

Sherwin heart moved and he stepped forward and said, "Uncle is worried about this spiritual field."

"Yes, oh, damn god, it hasn't rained for a full month. If this continues, the three acres of spiritual valley I have planted will be completely ruined."

The middle-aged animal skin seemed to have been depressed for a long time, and when he heard the words, he immediately spoke out like a whiner.

But when he turned his head and saw Sherwin's face clearly, he was suddenly surprised and said: "Little guy, where did you come from?"

In his eyes, Sherwin was dressed in washed starched coarse linen clothes, with a thin body and a slightly childish face with a touch of paleness, looking frail.

He was also carrying an old and mottled wooden box on his back. It was unknown what was inside the box, which made his waist bend.

Judging from his age, he was only twelve or thirteen years old at best.

It is really strange that such a young man suddenly ran to the fields of Feiyun Village. You must know that within this thousand-mile radius, there is only one Feiyun Village. Apart from this, other places are all rolling mountains and inaccessible.

In the impression of the middle-aged animal skin, there has been no stranger in Feiyun Village for more than ten years.

But today, a frail boy of 12 or 13 years old suddenly appeared in front of his family's cemetery. How could he not be surprised?

"Uncle, it doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I can help you solve this problem."

Sherwin said with a smile.

He knew very well that if he reported his name, he would inevitably be questioned by the other party and asked more questions. That would waste too much time, and he was already too hungry to walk.

The middle-aged man in Beast Skin suddenly stood up and said, "What did you say?"

Sherwin smiled and said: "I said I can help you solve this problem and let this spiritual valley have a good harvest."

The middle-aged man in the animal skin frowned and looked at Sherwin thin and pale face that looked slightly childish, and said suspiciously: "Little guy, are you bragging?"

These words came from the mouth of a frail young man, but it seemed too ridiculous.

Sherwin smiled, pointed to the spiritual valley with its stem peeled off in his hand, and said, "Uncle, look, the spiritual valley you planted is not a lack of rain watering, but an insect infestation. This insect is called sand Spot bugs feed on the stems of spiritual grains. If you don’t get rid of them in time, the piece of spiritual grain you planted will be completely destroyed.”

The middle-aged man in Beast Skin was horrified, staring at the group of white sand-spotted insects in the stem, gritting his teeth and said: "Damn it, no wonder I watered so much river water to no avail, it turns out it's these damn pests What the hell is going on?"

His expression suddenly became distressed, and he scratched his head and said, "These pests are distributed inside the stems of Linggu, and I don't know how to kill them."

Sherwin smiled and said nothing, his eyes narrowed, and his smile was as clean as sunshine.

The middle-aged man in Beast Skin sighed sadly for a long time. He suddenly glared, as if realizing something, and shouted: "Little brother, since you recognize these pests, you must have a way to get rid of them."

Sherwin nodded, with a trace of calmness in his clear eyes.

"Very good"

The middle-aged man's face turned red with excitement, and his doubts about Sherwin had dissipated a lot.

Seeing the move in the middle-aged animal skin, Sherwin the opportunity to say: "Uncle, if I help you with this, can you agree to a condition?"

The middle-aged animal skin man said without hesitation: "As long as you can help me with Lucius, I will agree to all ten conditions, not just one."

After saying that, he suddenly realized that what he said was too full, and he immediately said: "Of course, the conditions you put forward must be something I can meet. If you can't, there is nothing I can do."

Sherwin said with a smile: "My condition is very simple. I just want to find a place to live in the village."

Lucius said in surprise: "You said you wanted to settle in Feiyun Village"

Sherwin nodded, his eyes clear and clean. He was not joking. When he needed to be serious, he would never show any frivolity. This was a habit he had developed since he was a child.

Lucius Deng hesitated, scratched his head and said, "You wait here, I'll go ask the village chief for instructions. I can't take charge of this matter, but I feel the problem shouldn't be big."

As he said that, he turned around and ran towards the distant village in a flash, with a vigorous and resolute appearance.

Sherwin was speechless. He soon realized a problem and shouted at the top of his voice: "Uncle, remember to bring some food for me when you come back. I won't be able to help you if I don't have enough strength."

"okay"

In the distance, Lucius's rough voice came.

"He is really a simple and honest uncle."

Sherwin smiled, placed the old wooden box behind him on the ground, rubbed his sore shoulders, then turned around and walked into the spiritual field to observe carefully.

Spiritual grain is an indispensable food in spiritual practice. It contains traces of spiritual power, but it is not easy to grow.

From the moment the seeds are sown, we must always be on guard against pests, natural disasters, and perform regular weeding and maintenance. Once something goes wrong, the quality of the spiritual grain will be reduced, and may even lead to the complete loss of spiritual power.

The spiritual field in front of us is infested with insect pests. If we cannot completely eliminate and kill them, the consequences will be disastrous.

But for Sherwin, this problem is not difficult to solve.

Not long after, Lucius returned from a distant village, but when he returned, he was accompanied by a large group of villagers.

The setting sun was still shining, dyeing the vast mountains red. Lucius's group came in a mighty manner, and the dust was flying.

Sherwin was stunned and shrugged, knowing that the situation had changed.