Of course, the person who chops wood will not cut along the road.

I often have to go to places far away from the road, go to places with deep forests and heavy grass, and sometimes I can’t find suitable firewood elsewhere, and I have to go to the deep mountains and the edges of the cliffs.

It is precisely because of this that there are so many stories of woodcutters meeting monsters in the deep mountains, getting lost in the mountains, and being trapped on cliffs and unable to get off.

Why can you still meet him in these places?

Moreover, the colder in winter is getting deeper and heavy, the mountains are blocked with heavy snow, and the roads are difficult to move. I was forced by hunger and cold and life, so I had to go up the mountain to chop wood every day. In this weather, there is nothing else, why did he come out of the deep mountains every day?

Plus the people around him are so strange.

A strange thing happened again. When such doubt arose in his heart, it was like the plot in the story of gods, immortals, demons and ghosts on earth. He had not met that person again for several days.

He even began to get a little uncomfortable.

Sometimes when I am tired of chopping wood, I can't help but look up and down the mountain, wanting to see if a figure suddenly comes out in the depths of the dense forest.

Sometimes when sitting alone in the mountains, I suddenly feel a little lonely. Even if I continue singing loudly, I feel almost the same. Then I suddenly jumped up from the ground where I was sitting, because I suddenly remembered that in their chat, the man told him that the desolate wooden stakes in the mountains may be the throne of the mountain spirit, and those who go up the mountain cannot sit casually.

It has been a few days like this.

There are no time to count, not just the gods in the mountains. People who are trapped by hunger and cold life all day long at the foot of the mountain have no time to count how many days they have lived.

I only know that these days will be longer.

One day, when he was chopping wood, he finally got a load of good wood. He sat on the wood and rested. He looked at the snow scene in the dense forest. He felt drowsy and sleepy through the sunshine shining from the snow branches. However, he had to carry the wood down the mountain for dozens of miles and sell it to the city before dark. At this time, he sat down and only had to rest for a short time.

I have to sing to refresh myself and endorse my ambitions:

"There are clouds in this mountain.

"Get up early in the morning, sleep late at night, and you will be able to come soon. I cherish this time - whenever you say something, faith is the first, and deception or deception is not the case"

Suddenly a sound came from behind:

"You guy is memorizing the letter?"

The boy was startled and turned around quickly.

Then I realized that at some point, a man had stood not far behind him, with snow branches covering his head.

It blocked the dazzling sunshine at noon, and the ice strips reflected, making it a little dazzling.

He is the only one today.

The boy couldn't help but look behind him.

Behind it is a deep mountain snow with a string of footprints, but there is no road.

The boy confirmed that there was no way.

Because when he was confused, he discovered something that he always seemed to have an illusion that this man walked down the mountain and met himself. The place he was walking should be a mountain road. He stopped in the middle of the road and talked to him, just like those literati who were looking for immortals, but later he realized that many times, there was no way where he was.

However, at this moment, he didn't know what to say, but just scratched his head and said in a cramped manner:

"Okay, I haven't seen you for a long time-"

"I was busy building my house a few days ago and I had no time to go."

"I am a little sleepy, so I recite a few sentences and I will go down the mountain in a while."

"I taught me before?"

"yes."

"The rules of disciples are good."

"Um."

"My friend—..."

The man looked at him and smiled slightly, as if he saw it through: "Do you have any concerns or concerns?

The boy quickly lowered his head and quietly looked up at him.

Among the fear and embarrassment, the latter may have the majority.

The former is a human nature. There are too many things in the world at the foot of the mountain, when encountering immortals, monsters, and ghosts in the deep mountains.

The latter is because this man met him countless times, never harmed him, and has always been gentle and polite.

He also brought him meat pies and was concerned about his clothes. When he accidentally fell and injured himself, he also told him that there were any herbs in the mountains that could be cured, but he doubted him so much, which made him feel ashamed and guilty.

"But it's okay."

"You - are you human -" the young man stuttered, "Is it an immortal - or a monster -"

But when he saw that the man was not surprised when he heard this, he laughed:

"What do you think I look like?"

Just this sentence, the boy was stunned.

He is not a foolish person.

In the deep mountains, I met a strange person and chatted with you by fate. When you asked him whether he was a human, a demon or an immortal, he was not surprised. Instead, he smiled and asked you, isn’t this a story of gods circulating at the foot of the mountain?

Unexpectedly, I walked inside.

The boy was even more at a loss:

"I-I don't think you look like a bad guy--not like a bad monster or a ghost--"

"It's not like a human being?"

"It's a bit like a god, a bit like a monster."

"Why?"

"You are like a god." The young man cheered up, "But the people around you are sometimes girls, sometimes adults, sometimes old people, like monsters."

"Haha!" Lin Jue felt that this person was quite smart, "It? It is indeed a monster.

"ah?"

The boy was completely frightened.

"Why should you be surprised? If I hurt you, how could I wait until now? It's just that I feel destined to be with you. The mountain songs you sang in the mountains remind me of my past."

"I, I'm not afraid, I'm going down the mountain."

"Isn't you really afraid?"

"I just have enough rest and I'm going to go down the mountain." The boy said bangingly, and added, "I'll come here to chop wood tomorrow."

"You have cut off the small trees, dead branches, and side branches of big trees nearby. Why not cut them in the mountains?"

The man pointed a direction to him.

The boy looked along that way.

Of course, in his eyes, there were only deep mountains and dense forests, heavy snow and mist. I wondered if there was a huge six-tailed white fox hollowing out the mountain wall in the depths of the mountain and above the cliffs.

"There are monsters in the mountains."

After the boy finished speaking, he heard the man reply:

"Don't worry, there are no monsters. I will live in the deep mountains. I promise you that there are no monsters in this mountain that harm people."

He paused as he said:

"Otherwise, you will have to cut down these big trees. It is not easy for them to grow so big. How many years of wind, frost, rain, dew, sun and moon essence are cut down by you and sold to others as firewood."

After saying that, he walked down.

The boy stood there with a dull expression. He was thinking deeply. Only then did he realize that this person had not told him that he was a monster or a god.

In front of the Red Leaf View, there is an exquisite and elegant three-story attic above the white clouds.

Next to him was a fox and a Taoist, and on the platform in front of the Taoist temple behind, there was a female Taoist boy about ten years old and a colorful raccoon standing, all of whom looked up.

Although it is just a loft, under the careful design of the old Attendant, it has a bit of a divine palace and fairy palace. It is taller than all the main halls of Hongye Temple. The original second-story loft in Hongye Temple is only at the height of its first floor. When it comes to the third floor, it is almost as good as a seven-level pagoda on earth. As for the area, it has reached the point where the platform in front of Hongye Temple cannot be put down.

It has to be placed in the cloud.

Fortunately, it is made of the immortal wood that has achieved enlightenment and enlightenment. It is strange in itself. It is supplemented by immortal sacrifices and magic spells, which can float in the air and sit in the clouds.

If Lin Jue continues to sacrifice and refine, it can be even bigger. And this is not a bean soldier. There is no residual soul, so there is no need to consider the combination of size and body shape of the residual soul. The texture of the fragments of Queen Mother Edom is enough to support it to the same size as a mountain, but it cannot live in it and it will reduce its strength, so it makes no sense.

This is the house that Lin Jue built a few days ago.

Ziyun and Caili both looked dull.

The master stretched out his hand and the attic of the palace quickly shrank, like a pill, and fell into his hands.

Then he took a step back and asked them:

"how?"

"Meow~"

"So big! So beautiful!" Ziyun answered truthfully, "But there are no tiles on the roof!"

"Put the tiles later."
To be continued...