Later, Xia Pingan focused his search for people on Mount Emei, and searched nearby. He searched back and forth for more than half a year, but found nothing.

On this day, while Xia Pingan was searching on the mountain, he suddenly heard a slight hum from a person in the grass in the valley below the mountain road. Xia Pingan was a little curious, so he went down the slope of the mountain road to the mountain below.

In the valley, I saw an old man lying in the grass. The old man was dressed like a woodcutter and had a hatchet on his body. Next to him, there was a pile of beaten firewood.

The woodcutter seemed to have accidentally slipped down the mountain road above.

"Ah, father-in-law, are you okay?" Xia Ping'an quickly helped his father-in-law sit up.

"I'm old, and I feel uncomfortable walking on some mountain roads. I accidentally slipped down just now. Brother, can you help me up?" The woodcutter said to Xia Ping'an in an authentic Sichuan accent.

"Old man, where is your home? Let me take you back?" Xia Pingan said, and he picked up the woodcutter on his back.

"Brother, you are a good person. My home is on the hillside at the foot of the mountain, only seven or eight miles away from here..."

"Old man, show me the way and I'll take you home!"

The woodcutter thanked him profusely, and Xia Pingan carried the woodcutter out of the ravine, then walked four or five miles of mountain roads, and finally sent the woodcutter to his home.

It was really difficult to walk on a mountain road for more than ten miles, carrying someone on my back.

The woodcutter's home was a small wooden house at the foot of the mountain. Apart from the woodcutter, there was no one else in the small wooden house.

"Brother, can you please help me pick up the firewood that I just chopped? I finally found the firewood and I have to sell it for money. I don't want to waste it!" When he got home, the woodcutter said to him again:

Xia Pingan said.

"Old man, how much is that firewood worth? I bought it!" Xia Pingan was stunned for a moment, then he took out the money to buy the woodcutter's firewood.

"Oh, no reward for no work. Brother, I can't take your money. I only want my firewood. Brother, you are tired today, so forget it. I will go on my own after I have a day off..." The woodcutter

Said embarrassedly.

Xia Ping'an glanced at the old man and smiled, "I'm too rude. Dad, please wait at home and I'll help you pick up your firewood!"

After that, Xia Pingan left the wooden house and walked another seven or eight miles on the mountain road, back to the small ravine, found the place where the woodcutter had left the firewood, and picked up a load of firewood.

After doing this, by the time Xia Pingan returned to the woodcutter's cabin, it was getting a little late, the sun was almost setting, and Xia Pingan himself was sweating from exhaustion.

Xia Ping'an hadn't even taken a sip of water when the woodcutter said to him again, "Brother, you have picked up all my firewood. Can you help me deliver the firewood to Chunfeng Tower in Liujiazhuang down the mountain?"

It's firewood for Chunfeng Tower, I promised to send it to Chunfeng Tower..."

"Okay, father-in-law, please wait a moment, I will deliver it to you right away!" Xia Pingan said, without getting angry, he just picked up the firewood and was about to leave.

"The roast chicken and wine at Chunfenglou are good. Brother, please use the money from selling firewood to bring me some wine and food. I haven't eaten anything all day..." That = the woodcutter also confessed.

Xia Pingan nodded, picked up the firewood and went down the mountain. After walking five or six miles, he finally found Chunfeng Tower and delivered the load of firewood.

The shopkeeper of Chunfeng Tower paid for the firewood, but the firewood was not enough to buy wine and roasted chicken. Xia Pingan added money by himself, bought wine and roasted chicken, and took them back to the woodcutter's cabin.

When I returned to the cabin, it was completely dark. I handed the wine and the roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves to the woodcutter. The woodcutter finally laughed and invited Xia Pingan to drink wine and eat chicken together. Xia Pingan did not refuse.

Just having a fire with the old man in the cabin, drinking wine, and eating roast chicken.

After finishing two glasses of wine, the old man put down his glass and suddenly said, "How is Fei Wei in Handan?"

Xia Ping'an was stunned, looked at the old man's smile, and quickly bowed to the old man, "Ji Chang has met the master!"

"Hahaha..." The old man laughed, with a different look on his brows, and there was still the aura of a woodcutter on his body, "That boy Fei Wei is the most unreasonable and irritable person. When I taught him my skills, he felt that

He has almost learned it, and in order to compete with me, he actually sneaked up on me. However, I didn’t teach him my ability to shoot without shooting. He was too impatient and didn’t subdue his inner fire. He just wanted to go out after learning a little bit.

, I really want to teach him the skills of the god who doesn’t shoot. He will cause big trouble, but he has a good eye for people, and he can teach you some skills. It seems that he has grown a lot in the past few years. You are good.
Chapter completed!