Chapter 32 [Meet the Woodcutter]
After leaving Shuiyun Peak, Zhang Guo sent a message to the donkey to get water, indicating that it would slow down a little,
Just maintain the normal flight speed of the spirit beasts who have just entered the Guidao Realm, and don’t be too arrogant.
With his hands gathered in his wide sleeves, Zhang Guo's eyes slightly condensed.
He slowly stroked the bell immortal weapon that the great immortal gave to the donkey water that the immortal had not yet been completely refined.
‘I can’t understand, I can’t see through, I can’t see through.’
I sighed slightly in my heart, but after all, I was a little short-sighted.
Even though he tried every means to stuff his vests into the seven sects within a hundred years and absorbed the collection knowledge of the seven immortal sects, he was still in a headache.
Although the seven immortal sects have their own backgrounds and the inherited methods of practice are not bad, they are really a bit superficial compared to the forces that dominate the prehistoric world.
The levels of the two are numerous ranks apart.
"Master, do you want to fly higher?" Du Deshui turned his head and spoke, asking.
This is the first time it has been flying so happily, but I want to fly happily.
Zhang Guo understood its depression over the years, nodded, nodded lightly, and stood up on the wide back of the donkey.
Behind him with both hands, his whole body was like a sharp sword, pushing the surging sea of clouds to both sides.
Since I entered Shanyuan Temple, I have been practicing wholeheartedly, but I have forgotten to take a good look at this world.
Going between heaven and earth,
The endless gale of wind is everywhere, and the world-destroying thunder is everywhere,
At the foot, there is an endless sea of clouds, and the tops of the famous mountains of the rivers and the ancient pine trees are blurred.
In the sea of consciousness, there was only a little short of the opportunity to kill the ninth Taoist foundation.
"Master, do you know why that mountain is?" Donkey Deshui was a little proud, with a cramped smile hidden on his long donkey's face. He was sure that his master was just starting out, so he knew more than he had the donkey's ancestor inheritance.
Zhang Guo raised his head and looked far away. He saw a mountain stretching across the sky and the earth. He looked like a giant supporting the sky and the earth. He looked like a ancestral dragon vein winding around the prehistoric east and east worlds.
He raised his hand and rolled up two waves of air, patting its back with no slight or heavy, and he felt a little disappointed that it was not a steel path.
"If you are so stupid, if you don't know how to restrain yourself, you will sooner or later cause trouble, and may also affect your master and me. Then the ancestor of the Wanshan Mountains can be discussed by ordinary people like you and me?"
Just looking at the outer periphery of the mountain from such a distance, my mind and mind trembled.
The forest at the foot of the mountain was lush and dripping, the cranes were flying, the golden crows of the sun never changed, the starry sky was shining brightly, and the fairy traces were faintly hidden in the sea of clouds.
What great powers live on the mountain? If you show off your verbal ability and violate the taboo, even if the founder of the Shanyuan Temple Chuang Sect comes forward to make peace, there is no sympathy to talk about it.
Lu Deshui nodded, realizing that the topic should be stopped.
So I sneeze and kept on rushing.
He whistles from time to time to relieve the depression trapped in Shuiyun Peak over the years.
"Let's find a place to stay in front."
Zhang Guo patted Deshui's back lightly and signaled it to slowly fall off the cloud head.
His eyes were then cast, and he looked up at the mountains and rivers. In the dense forest not far away, a one-armed woodcutter chopped wood. With just an axe and a chisel, the huge trees surrounded by one were cut off.
I saw him sing and said, "Watch the chess and the tree is rotten, cut down the wood, walk slowly at the entrance of the valley by the clouds, sell firewood and wine, laughing wildly from the love.
The autumn is high in the sky, facing the moon and pillowing the pines of the pines, and you will wake up until dawn. You will recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and hold an axe to break the withered vines.
It is collected into a duct, and the market is full of three liters of rice.
There is no competition for the people, the price is average, no tricks, no tricks, no honor and disgrace, and a peaceful life.
Where we meet, we are either immortals or Taos, and we sit quietly and talk about Huangting..."
"master?"
The donkey Deshui noticed that the emotions of the person on his back had changed significantly.
‘Well, what about the woodcutter?’
The donkey was open with water and his eyes were bright and bright, so he wanted to find out the woodcutter's background.
"You must never do this reckless move if you get water."
Zhang Guo quickly stopped its small movements.
Seeing that the woodcutter had no breath of fairy spirits in his body, only the qi and blood of ordinary people were left, he was so shocked that he almost used the escape technique to leave immediately.
But that poem made him dare not act rashly.
He was so familiar that he couldn't help but feel a little slack in his heart.
‘Good, be aloof! How did I get involved in so many things?’
My family knows his own affairs.
Logically speaking, although he is one of the eight sons of fortune in the future, and his fortune is not bad, in fact, he and the other six immortals are just playing soybean...
Among the true luck, it is nothing more than that Pure Yang Ancestor!
I feel like I want to study with the prince, and I have very few scenes.
But now, this "wooden man" who is unknown and has no identity has been in contact with him for a long time and takes the initiative to get involved with him...
‘Oh, it’s a turbulent time!’
He had no interest in the identity of this "wooden man", and he was even more unwilling to show up in front of the big man too early and destroy his practice plan that he had been keen on.
I sighed in my heart that it is indeed the safest to be dependent on it, and it is easy to cause and effect as soon as I go out.
He came down from the donkey's back and not only saluted respectfully, but also pressed the donkey to shout, "Greetings to senior~"
He had no choice but to be disrespectful. It would be better to be more obedient before he figured out the plan of the "woodenman".
As for destroying this puppet vest...
He could not be sure whether the hidden means he had done could be hidden from this immortal.
How embarrassing would it be if the puppet self-destructing program is started and the script body is raised from the coffin after it is raised?
The woodcutter nodded slightly, just looking at him, with a hint of suspicion. This suspicion was fleeting, and he laughed, "Friend Taoist, don't be nervous, can you join me in the humble house?"
As he said that, the woodcutter used an axe to cut a hole into the void, stepped in first, and made a request to him.
Zhang Guo was filled with a bell in her heart, but she greeted her with a smile on her face, "Thank you for the hospitality of her senior."
Where does this great immortal want to take him and what is his plan?
Could it be that I fell in love with the handsome skin of this puppet vest, and I want that indescribable thing?
Bah, Bah, how could this person who is so virtuous and humble, do such a traitor?
As the thoughts turned, Zhang Guo was already holding the donkey. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped into the crack in the space.
"What is this?" Zhang Guo's face was slightly stunned.
He was sure that this place no longer belonged to the southern Shenzhou area.
The sun and moon alternate between southern China, and the four seasons are distinct.
How could it be like this, the sunset never sets.
"This place is Xishenzhou, at the bottom of the sunset abyss."
As the words fell, the image of the woodcutter changed drastically.
Chapter completed!