Man is a vain creature, such as a celebrity, a rich man, a high-ranking official, and the more his social status grows, the more so.

From "kneeling" to look at people, bending over to look at people, looking at people with straight backs, to looking at people with nostrils, every step of growth, people will instinctively show their superiority to reflect their achievements.

However, when a person has climbed to unattainable heights and witnessed the highest scenery, everything will return to the original.

This is the so-called threefold realm.

Look at the mountains are mountains, and look at the water is water.

Look at the mountains are not mountains, and look at the water is not water.

Look at the mountains are still mountains, and look at the water is still water.

....

If you look at it from an ordinary point of view, the behavior of this Sakuratake Shiyoro senior is similar to that of Hermer's second uncle, like a retired old cadre.

But in the eyes of Xia Feng, this kind of extreme freedom accompanied by loneliness for 20 years is the peak person who looks down on everything.

Just like Xiao Ye he knew.

It may be hard to imagine that the former No. 1 Sword Saint of the Yan Kingdom would squat in the courtyard of the barbecue restaurant, helping Ifrit weave bird cages, and at the same time enjoy it.

Xiao Ye's character was definitely not born like this, otherwise he would not have been recognized as the number one sword saint in the Yan Kingdom.

Decades ago, Xiao Ye must have been a crooked mouth god of war who was arrogant and arrogant, holding a Qingyun sword to fight invincible opponents all over the world.

However, decades later, the name he once regarded as the ultimate goal became what he called a "false name".

This is the power of time, and it is also the consciousness of life that has been precipitated over the years.

...

At this time, Sakuratake Shiyoro had no shadow of a warrior at all, and after Xia Feng and bagpipes showed their intentions, they warmly entertained them.

The living room in the house is very simple, with wooden chairs, wooden tables, bamboo cups, and bamboo chopsticks, and there is no connection with modern society.

After sitting down, Sakuratake Toyaro helped them make tea and took out a lot of handmade snacks.

"Try it, it's all sent by those young people in Nanye Village, and I usually can't eat it alone, so I basically feed the rabbits."

Xia Feng did find a rabbit in the yard just now, but there was no rabbit cage, but it ran casually like a free-range chicken.

"Sakuratake-senpai, are those rabbits bred to eat?"

"I'm only a vegetarian now, I never eat meat, and those rabbits are my neighbors."

Summer breeze gave a thumbs up.

"Your consciousness is really high."

"Heh, what you say sounds like a curse to me."

"Haha, don't get me wrong, I think people who can make friends with animals are very powerful."

Sakuratake's speech is very easy-going, and he doesn't have any difficult concepts.

"Born as a human being, the so-called high is fake, some things don't need to be deliberate, when I first came here, in order to survive, I often caught some animals to eat, but now that my food is self-sufficient, there is no need to plunder other lives for appetite."

Xia Feng's thumb did not drop.

"Tsk, your enlightenment is amazing!"

The bagpipes put down the bamboo cup, rolled their eyes at the stupid Xia Feng, and diverted the topic.

"Senior, I want to ask what you have grown in your vegetable garden."

"Oh, it's mostly short-season vegetables, potatoes, sweet potatoes, cucumbers, peppers, eggplants, tomatoes, and some flowers that can be eaten and made for tea, oh yes, and some medicinal plants."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

It can be seen that Sakuratake Shiyoro Qinggao doesn't dare to admit it, but he is still very proud of his small vegetable garden.

"Heh, I've lived for a long time, and a lot of things are improving little by little, by the way, I also have bees in the back, do you want to eat honey?"

....

I ate some snacks and had lunch.

In the afternoon, Sakuratake Juyoro knew that they were going to settle here, so he enthusiastically took them around the entire cherry blossom forest.

"I'm an old man, I don't take up much space, and I don't have any annoying problems, don't mind, you can choose the location you like at will."

"Yes, thank you."

After inspecting it, Xia Feng felt like it had been transferred from a night market stall to a high-end shopping mall, and the bagpipes felt that everything was good.

Because of the shade of trees, the whole forest is very cool, and there is a fresh water source nearby, which also solves the biggest drinking water problem.

And the trees are protected from the wind, so you don't have to worry about your house and crops being hit by a typhoon.

A few people walked and stopped, watching and chatting, and before they knew it, it was dusk.

...

At the enthusiastic request of Sakuratake's seniors, they decided to stay here tonight, and it didn't matter if their luggage was left at Uncle Minamino's house first.

In the evening, the stone stove in the courtyard is lit, and the aroma of freshly dug potatoes and sweet potatoes roasted today is overflowing.

Sakuratake Toyoro is a master, but in his own words, as long as he is a human, he is not exempt from vulgarity.

Perhaps he had been lonely for too long, and he seemed so happy with Xia Feng's arrival that he dug out a jar of wine from the back of the house.

Putting the wine on the table in the pergola, the old man was full of relief.

"I haven't drunk wine in years, and if you don't come, I think this jar may end up buried in the ground forever like my destination."

According to the old man himself, this jar of sake is not a distilled liquor from Nanno Village, nor is it a sake native to Dongguo, but an authentic Yanguo shochu, and this jar has been buried since he moved here to live in seclusion.

Xia Feng saw that he was taken so seriously, and Le's mouth couldn't close.

At least 20 years old, in terms of preciousness alone, it is already comparable to the Victorian 30-year-old reserve red wine that he invited Inan Xue and the Emperor to drink when he held the "Four Kings Banquet" at the barbecue restaurant.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to taste wine.

....

Under the pergola.

I eat pure natural green food and drink 20-year-old wine.

No one is noisy, there is no strife, and not even many people in this world know that there is such a hidden corner.

The bagpipes were still very polite, she picked up the wine glass and said generously.

"Sakuratake-senpai, thank you for entertaining us, it's really helpful to us."

Sakuratake Juyoro smiled kindly.

"Meeting is fate, I am helping you, and you are not helping me."

Xia Feng understands that the "help me" that Sakuratake Shiyaro refers to is not a physical help, but a spiritual one, alleviating loneliness.

....

This idyllic dinner was very pleasant.

With no identity and no past, Xia Feng doesn't know how resonant Sakuratake's story when he was young.

In the same way, Sakuratake Toyoro didn't know that the young man who was sitting with him at the moment and nibbling sweet potatoes was once the leader who overthrew the whole of Victoria and led the infected to complete an epic battle.

Of course, people in their twilight years are not so gossipy, and the old man is not very interested in what has happened outside in recent years.

On the contrary, it was Xia Feng, who was very curious about the story of Sakuratake Shiyoro.

...

"Senpai."

Putting down the wine glass, the lingering fragrance lingered, and the old man Sakura Wu waved his hand.

"Don't call me senior, it sounds weird."

Xia Feng thought to himself, this is not called a visit, from now on, he plans to live in this forest all the time, looking down and not looking up, it is really unkind to always call his seniors.

Patting his thigh, Xia Feng smiled confidently.

"Well, how about I give you a domineering nickname, I'm a special name."

"Oh? Let's hear it. ”

"I want to think about it."

...

Xia Feng pondered for a long time, and finally three words popped out of his mouth.

"Turtle Immortals."

The bagpipes next to him couldn't listen to it, and immediately punched Xia Feng's head.

"Don't mess around with nicknames for other seniors, return turtle immortals, how ugly it is."

Xia Feng rubbed his head.

"Then call it a dark tornado."

"Less."