The Book of Troubled Times

Zhao Changhe didn't even want to go for a while, because there were a lot of things going on.

Seeing the real person Yuxu is nothing more than looking for clues in the heavenly book, and I don't know how to do so, so I can't ask "hey, do you have the heavenly book" in person? Those who were fine may have accidents and be beaten to death.

What's more, the blind man wanted the book of heaven. Although he was also interested in it, it was really not that strong. Now this level is going to compete with the fourth place on the list? It's better to find a cliff and jump off by yourself.

But I let out all the words I asked for a meeting, and people replied that they would like to meet. It is always bad to release pigeons.

Zhao Changhe put away the sword blank and books, and walked up the mountain.

Kunlun City is built on the mountain. If you enter the mountain from the west, it will be Yuxu Peak.

I have done so many things on various hills before, but they are all just side peaks. The real Yuxu Peak does not allow others to enter casually. According to what Yang Qianyuan said before, Yuxu only accepts the big villains whose identities have been identified. in the city.

Could this real Yuxu, who took in the wicked and formed a huge evil force, really be that woodcutter with the world in his pot? Zhao Changhe didn't know what to do.

There is only one dangerous road into the mountain, which is formed along the stream. I don't know how many people have walked through it, forming the road.

The left and right are covered with snow, and even this dangerous road is covered with thick snow that has not been cleared. It can be seen that no one has stepped into this mountain for a long time. But the stream is clear, flowing quietly, but not frozen.

There are no guards, and after walking for a long time, it is a vast expanse, and there is no sound.

There is no need for guards, and others dare not enter the mountain casually. The fourth deterrent in the Tianbang is no joke. If you are not allowed to enter, no one will dare to enter.

Zhao Changhe looked up at the cloud-shrouded mountain that could not be seen, and walked up slowly, his complicated thoughts dissipated bit by bit, his mood gradually became clearer, and his steps became more leisurely.

What's the use of being anxious, and there's no point in thinking too much.

It's better to slow down and look at the snow in Kunlun and the clouds in Yuxu.

Don't wait until you go back to see Wan Zhuang in the future, and she asks: "When you are in Kunlun, do you know what Kunlun looks like?"

At that time, I could only be dumbfounded and couldn't answer a word.

That day the woodcutter's singing vaguely echoed in my heart. Yunshan, cuts off the shore of the world of mortals; tour view, the world in the pot is wide.

Tianling Baihui is slightly cool, the qi from the outside communicates with the inside, turns into warmth in the body, and dissipates in the wind and snow. The circulation of the Nine Layers of the Xuanguan, the transformation of the nature of the acquired to the innate qi, and the process of practice that is still growing, I have never even experienced it before.

There is a feeling of slight beating in the eyebrow mud pill. There is an indescribable feeling that is about to burst out, but when I try to catch it carefully, there is nothing.

This is the so-called one step at the door...you can feel the existence of the next level at any time.

To put it bluntly, the road of the master is the road of seeking the Tao, regardless of the state of mind, the accumulation and mastery of techniques, the cognition and understanding of martial arts, the process of comprehensive sublimation and qualitative change.

I really missed such a foot.

Before I knew it, leisurely climbed the mountain for four or five hours, from noon to sunset, I had already climbed very high, and the top of the mountain seemed to be invisible. The clouds in the mountains seem to be around, looking back, the mist is heavy, like a fairyland.

I don't know when, there was a faint sound of chopping firewood in front of him. It was very far away at first, but it gradually got closer.

One sound, leisurely and rhythmic.

Zhao Changhe walked slowly, feeling that his footsteps unconsciously followed the rhythm of the firewood chopping, and then found that the interval between each firewood chopping sound was exactly the same.

The continuous chopping of firewood is counted by the hour, but the interval is the same every time. It feels that it is not bad even in milliseconds, and it is as accurate as a machine.

The clouds and mist gradually parted, and several wooden houses in front could be vaguely seen, and the snow turned into streams, passing around the houses and flowing down the mountain.

Looking at the wooden houses from a distance, Zhao Changhe felt in a daze that these wooden houses were not built by humans, but they lived in symbiosis with Kunlun, as if they had existed here since the beginning of the world.

Of course it's just an illusion... This is built by people, but the people who built it have already integrated nature and man, and the way of nature has reached its peak.

Zhao Changhe's gaze finally landed on the large courtyard in the center of the wooden house, where a pile of firewood seemed to be randomly piled aside. An old woodcutter leisurely stretched out his hand to take the rough wood, split it into two parts with a swing of a knife, then threw it aside, and continued to take a new one.

He just watched quietly without disturbing.

From the beginning to the end, all the movements of the woodcutter are like the last mechanical repetition, but it doesn't feel like a robot. Every knife of his is melted into the wind and snow, just like the air is waving with natural flow. , The knife is the wind, the snow is the knife, not only is it not a robot, but it is the beauty of nature and harmony.

But the wind and snow were obviously not the direction in which he swung his knife, so it was hard to understand how he did it.

Isn't the knife melting into the wind and snow, but the knife leading the wind and snow?

But the wind and snow don't change.

Zhao Changhe let out a long breath, closed his eyes and cycled through the actions he saw just now in his mind, and felt dizzy for a while.

The realm is not enough, I can't understand... It's a little bit worse.

"Crack!" The woodcutter finished chopping the last stick and threw it away.

The chopped firewood is neatly stacked horizontally and vertically, forming a square shape, as if measured, with the same length, width and height.

Zhao Changhe didn't need to measure it, he knew that there could be no difference. This old man seemed to be pretending to show himself... Uh, at best, he was demonstrating something? But the real gap is a bit big, and it's useless to demonstrate, the effect of pretending is full.

He finally sighed: "Old man, I'm here to have a drink with you."

The old woodcutter got up and went into the house, and said with a smile: "It's snowing late, let's go in and drink."

Zhao Changhe followed him into the next room. The stove was burning in the room, which was very warm. There was a big jug of wine warming on the stove. The old woodcutter didn't seem to feel the heat. On the table, he said with a stern face: "You didn't pick the right time. You could have said that it would be snowing in the evening, and you could have a drink. But when you came, it was already snowing, and good poems were no longer suitable. I was in a panic."

Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth, his expression became very strange.

You are fucking number four in the world.

These wooden houses are Yuxu Palace.

The woodcutter took two big bowls, held the wine jug and poured wine for him, and said, "Speaking of which, you should have invited me to drink, right? Why did it turn out to be my treat..."

Zhao Changhe said: "Why should I invite you? I am a guest..."

"I didn't remind you of the anger, can you deal with the flames of Kungang?"

"Uh..." Zhao Changhe said: "I should thank you, senior. Do you want me to carry the wine jar up the mountain?"

"is it not OK?"

Zhao Changhe thought for a while: "It seems possible, next time."

During the simple conversation, the two bowls of wine happened to be full. The woodcutter put down the wine urn and raised his bowls to touch each other: "It's been a long time since anyone has had a few drinks with the old man... It's a good time."

Zhao Changhe said: "Senior Thief Saint, won't you come?"

"He doesn't like to come... because every time he comes, you can see him suppressing his finger cramp, just wanting to steal my things, but it's a pity that I have three wooden houses and nothing else, he can't stand it."

Zhao Changhe couldn't help asking: "It is said that there are many villains in the mountain, and Yuxu Palace is an organization of villains, why is only the old man here?"

"That's true, do you dare to come drink?"

"Why don't you dare, I, Zhao Changhe, am not a good person either."

"Ha..." The old woodcutter said calmly, "Of course the villains who entered the mountain are all dead... I don't want to make a proper identification, and I don't want to pick people up casually to die, you're right."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

What people think is the sanctuary of the wicked is actually a pit for the wicked to die?

"Drink." The old woodcutter drank the wine in the bowl wantonly, and wiped his mouth freely: "What am I doing here, don't ask me, it's no good to ask too much... A person who sees the wind and snow and the weather is willing to The young man who put a coat on the old woodcutter, I am happy to treat him to a glass of wine, that's all. Where do you come from, where do you go, your road to master is not here."