The sunset shines on the snow, and the iron chain bridge of Gushan Taoist Temple, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly walked towards the Taoist Temple.

"Isn't it fun to follow my uncle?"

"Um-"

The little girl started to think.

In an instant, the breakfast I had cooked during this period, the floor I swept and the bowls I washed appeared in my mind.

The mountains you climbed, the bone-bending water of the stream. But the next moment, the open beauty of the top of the mountain appeared, the fish slippery in your hands and the water splashing on your face, the dew stained by picking tea, the fragrance of stir-fried tea, and the bitterness of drinking tea.

There is also the feeling of riding the wind and exploring the mountains and forests.

The little girl scratched her head, but she still focused on the key points:

"Um!"

"I'll know."

"But Master, you've been away for a long time!"

"There's no way."

"Master, why did you feel at ease to throw me to Master Eighth for so long?"

"Don't worry." The master turned to her and smiled, "Because I'm almost the leader of your master.

"ah?"

"What? Is there anything I can't believe?" The junior sister patted her head, "Have you seen the apprentice that your master likes?"

"I have seen it twice, and it was chopping wood in the mountains."

"The wood chopper-"

The junior sister couldn't help but look recalled in her eyes.

They were two little Taoist priests chopping wood on Fuqiu Peak and Tianmen Peak Scissors Peak.

The firewood burned by Fuqiu Temple back then, the dead branches and rotten trees on Fuqiu Peak and the Tianmen Peak nearby were cut down.

"It's good to chop wood, chop wood is calm." The junior sister said, not knowing what she remembered again, and then turned to her little disciple, "No matter what, your master has taken root here. Even if you don't take this chopping man as your disciple, you will also accept other disciples in the future. You are my disciple, and you will start your practice first, so don't be compared by your master's future disciples."

"must!"

The little girl said without hesitation.

"Since that's the case, I have something to hand over to you, and I can practice your spells!"

"What's the matter?"

The little girl immediately became serious.

"This 'stone' method is a relatively rigid magic, and you need to practice it diligently." said the junior sister, "Your master just chose Lingshan and settled the cave. You don't know how many years you will live there in the future, but there is no road from us to there. So from tomorrow, you will take a hoe and build a road from here to your master's cave."

"Ah? But—Master, don't you fly?"

"Then you can't fly all the time. After all, people are born to walk on their legs, and they are not birds. Sometimes they always want to walk a few steps. Besides, you can't fly, and people from Hongye Temple may not necessarily fly in the future."

After hearing this, the little girl nodded repeatedly, thinking that it made sense, but after thinking about it carefully, she still felt that it was far away.

Is this something humans can do?

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Even though the road is far away, you will be at your arrival." said the junior sister, "That was what your master told me back then. Your master, my master, started on the road from the mountain floating hill to the immortal source view. And even if you put aside everything, this thing itself is a practice."

"good!"

When the little girl heard this, she became firm.

What the master does, she does.

Master is amazing, she must be as powerful as Master.

"Remember, this road must be built straight so that it will take a few steps in the future."

"But Master, it's all over here. How could it be that the road is straight?"

"The practice of magic is here." The young sister pointed to that place. The fog in the mountains was dyed yellow by the sunset, and the shadows were layered and difficult to distinguish. I don't know how far. "If there is a hillside, build steps. If you can't climb over, use the stone method to penetrate the mountain. One day, you can always build a way."

The little girl looked at that place, looking dull.

What a tall mountain, what a long road.

But I saw the master beside me shook his head:

"It's a pity that Fengshan is not as good as the mountain. It accounts for 60% to 70% of the soil. Even if you walk straight roads, only 30% to 40% of the stone mountain. Master, I was building roads in the mountains, but it was all stones."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at her and said:

"It's cheaper for you."

The little girl reached out and scratched her head.

After thinking for a while, she said to the master:

"Then Master, don't tell the master, don't let him know that I used road cultivation to practice spells secretly, so as not to tell his disciples that he should not be compared by me, and let his disciples practice diligently."

"You're pretty smart!"

"Remember don't say it!"

The green tiles reflected the sky light, and a Taoist temple was quietly waiting for them to come back.

The next morning, the deep mountain loft.

The two moved the table to the corridor outside the door, facing the cliff clouds and mist, watching the beautiful scenery of the deep mountains, and breathing in the air.

Cook tea and chat and laugh.

The junior sister told the senior brother about this, which made the senior brother laugh.

After laughing, the senior brother pointed at her and blamed her: "Junior sister, junior sister, tell me, Ziyun is such a little girl, why are you doing so much pressure on her?"

"I can't urge her every day like a teacher in the world. My parents from wealthy families urge her every day. Is this sentence considered pressure?"

"Why doesn't it count? Isn't he tired after repairing such a long way?"

"Then brother, please don't learn from me!"

The two looked at each other and the senior brother smiled again.

The junior sister brought a cup of tea to cover up her inner happiness.

In fact, she learned from him.

It was also this day that there were traces of people in the deep mountains.

That was a teenager who chopped wood.

Today, the boy still only brought a hatchet, a shoulder pole and two seriously worn old hemp ropes. He walked into Fengshan. Looking at the big trees with clean branches everywhere and the small trees that were almost impossible to see, he sat there for a long time and decided to walk deep into Fengshan.

It was indeed as the man said that the firewood that was easy to chop nearby, the firewood that a ten-year-old boy could chop was almost finished.

The rest is the big tree.

But it is difficult for a ten-year-old boy to cut down a big tree. The man said it makes sense. It is not easy for them to grow so big. It is a pity that they cut it for firewood and sell it for a little money.

How could a demon who can say such words be a devil who harms people?

But it's not just because there is no firewood.

There is also the sleeplessness of last night, the wonder of this encounter, the smoothness of every conversation, the young man's yearning for the legend of immortals, and of course, there is the cold iron-like quilt, the air-thrusting walls for nearly a month, the small enough belly to eat and the clean bottom of the house.

It is difficult to count the various reasons and count them carefully, and it is a mixture of various reasons, which jointly contributed to this decision.

Maple Mountain is very big and the dense forest is very deep.

Fortunately, his wood-cutting land was close to the deep mountains, and he was already familiar with the mountain road.

Go forward slowly and cut the wood and open the way.

There is a bit of fear, a bit of curiosity, a bit of fear, and a bit of expectation in my heart.

The snow in the forest is heavy. It’s hard to see your knees even after you step down.

It seems that someone is guiding him in the dark.

The mountain fog is charming and the miasma is covered. Just when we can't tell the direction, a breeze blows away the miasma and the sun spills down through the woods.

I didn't know where to go, but I saw people's footprints in the forest.

The forest was dark, and hesitated as soon as he felt aroused, and suddenly there was a tree of plum blossoms blooming in the forest, with a cold fragrance dispelling the haze.

Suddenly, I stepped on the air and it was a slope, and the boy couldn't help but slide down.

"ah--"

While standing still with breath and being shocked, I found myself slid out of the dense forest and standing on the edge of a cliff. My eyes suddenly became clear, but shocking.

Deep in Fengshan, green mountains are covered with snow, and no one is seen. However, above the vertical cliff, there is a classical and elegant wooden attic hanging on the ground, unknown height, and clouds are also below it. There are ancient pine trees rooted in the cracks of rocks that poke out the pine branches, as if welcoming guests. Huge egrets slowly flew past the sky, extremely leisurely.

Isn’t this the legendary palace of immortals?

The boy looked at it with his eyes wide open.
To be continued...