"I'm a chopping wood!"
The fox looked down, his eyes penetrated the clouds and mist, and turned his head to Lin Jue and said.
That was indeed a wood chopper.
But he was just a teenager, about ten years old, thin and thin, wearing only two seriously worn old hemp ropes, a scimitar and a shoulder pole.
The boy had just gone up the mountain and was still energetic. Singing loudly was like a way for him to inspire himself, or a way for him to eliminate fear and relieve loneliness.
I chanted a loud voice, walked past the stream filled with morning mist, sang another loud voice, walked through the dense mountains, sang another sentence, stopped, put down the shoulder pole and hemp rope, looked left and right, and started chopping firewood in the forest with a hatchet.
The crisp sound of chopping wood echoed in the morning fog in the mountains and forests, making people feel soothing when they hear it.
He was tired of chopping, so he stopped and chanted a few words loudly, echoing the clear voice of the boy in this forest, so he seemed to be accompanied by someone.
"There is a cave in this mountain. I have been sleeping for ten years after I opened the door.
"There are cloud seals in this mountain, and you can go up to the nine heavens under the painting-··
It won't take long to cut a load of firewood, but the firewood was sent to the city for sale. Although it was not a capital city, it was the closest county town to this place, but it was dozens of miles away. If you carry the firewood back, you have to walk dozens of miles. This is the hardest thing.
Why do you have to go so far?
Of course, all the mountains near the city have been cut down.
In this day, whether it is the capital or other county towns, any mountain surrounding it will be cut into bare as long as the government does not protect it.
Occasionally, there are mountains that are not bright, and they are also lands. They are either gardens left by dignitaries, or mountaines produced by wood merchants themselves, or mountaines that are packed by firewood. If ordinary people want to chop wood and sell them, they have to go to the mountains dozens of miles outside the city, go there and go back with their hard work, and take the risk of birds of prey, beasts, monsters, and monsters. This can be exchanged for a day's life-saving money.
This is like this every day, and this is like this every day.
The weather is getting colder and colder, which is a good thing and a bad thing.
It was cold and the earth was frozen, and people didn't want to move, especially the nobles in the city, and firewood, charcoal and charcoal were sold at a high price.
But the weather is cold and the road is difficult to move. It is common to fall. The clothes are thin and you can't eat enough. If it is other seasons, children from poor families can often find food on the mountains. In spring, there are tender buds and stems of grass, and in summer, there are berries and fruits, and in autumn, there are many more wild fruits. Sometimes they can catch fish to satisfy their hunger, but at this time, these are gone.
The boy is still here day by day.
Sometimes, I feel that there is someone looking at him in the depths of the dense forest and on the top of the clouds.
Suddenly one day, I met a few people looking for immortals.
Those were three scholars and literati, who were in their twenties. Seeing that they were not rich or noble in their clothes, they came to him in a clear voice and asked:
"Little Langjun! What are you singing?"
"I have no idea"
Since he went up the mountain to chop wood, he has encountered many such people, so the boy was not afraid and just put down his hatchet and answered in a cramped manner.
"This sentence comes from the mouth of the young man, how could I not know?" A literati in green bowed and said with a smile. "We are barely considered people in the capital. When we heard that there are immortals in this mountain, we specially brought a sincere heart to visit the immortals in the mountain. I see that the young man is extraordinary and full of spiritual energy. Could it be that he is the fairy child of the immortal family in the mountain?"
"I, how could I be a fairy child?"
"That little man is—"
"I'm chopping wood in this mountain—"
"Hahahaha! Fengshan is far away, and it is cold and cold at this time. Which family did Xiaolang cut firewood for?"
"For the firewood cut in the city-."
The boy is only ten years old and can't handle it at once.
But the three of them looked at each other and smiled even happier.
"This place is nearly a hundred miles away from the capital. We set out early yesterday morning and arrived at Niu Village at the foot of the mountain in the evening. We climbed the mountain today. We have to go back tomorrow evening. The nearest city is more than 40 miles away. Fairy boys should not lie and come to visit us." The white-clothed literati smiled, "We are all elegant people. Since we meet, we are destined to be together. We will quickly recommend your immortal master to me. We can also drink tea and chat-"
"Yes!" Another scholar in Mai smiled, "How is this possible?"
"Haha! You said that you lived in the mountains to avoid the war, which is more credible!"
When the boy heard this, a feeling of sadness arose in his heart, and followed by a strong sense of inferiority complex.
What these literati think is impossible is something that he has done for several months, and before him, his father had been doing it for decades.
But he was silent for a moment and said only:
"I am from Qingliang City at the foot of the mountain. I live in Huangni Village outside the city. I have come to Fengshan for generations to chop firewood. Now my father has been arrested by the court to serve in the army and died on the battlefield. I took his scimitar pole and continued to chop firewood on Fengshan.
Not a boy from a fairy family.”
"Hello?"
Several people looked at each other and asked a few more questions before they believed it.
"Since the little husband is chopping wood in the mountains, do you know where there are immortals in this mountain?"
"I have never seen an immortal."
"this-----"
The three of them smiled at each other.
"Haha, no matter what, meeting your little husband is also fate. After a chat, I can relieve my fatigue of climbing the mountain. This will lead to a period of time!"
The three of them bowed and continued to walk up the mountain.
The boy continued to chop wood, and continued to sing when he was tired:
"There is a spiritual crane in this mountain—
Not long after, someone came down from the mountain again.
The boy thought that the three of them could not find the gods and could not walk the mountain road, so he came back, but looked up,
But it's another person.
That was two people one big and one small.
A man in gray clothes, in his twenties and thirties, with a teenage girl standing under the branches of pine and snow in the fog, bowed and smiled at him:
"The songs sung by the little husband are quite charming."
"Are the officials also here to find the gods? I just came to chop wood in the mountains and never saw the immortals-" The young man put down his hatchet, panting, his words a little timid, but also fluent. "There were three immortals who were looking for the gods just now. If the officials wanted to find the gods, they could be with them."
"I met them too, and they even talked to me a few words." The man smiled, "I am not here to find the gods, I live on the mountain. But these days, I often hear you chopping wood in the mountain, and hear your voice, and I feel curious. I just happened to meet them on the road today. I will say hello after resting."
"You live in the mountains?"
"yes--"
The boy scratched his head, not surprised.
Recently, many people have taken refuge and moved into the mountains.
"What did they say to you?"
"I didn't say anything, I just asked how long I can climb to the top of this mountain." Lin Jue said with a smile.
"oh-..."
"Where did you learn the song you sing?"
"I don't know, my father sings like this, I learned it with him." The boy happened to be tired and felt that this person was closer than the literati who looked elegant and elegant just now, so he stopped the hatchet and gasped and chatted with him. "My father said that there is only one person in the mountains. Without any movement, it is easy to bump into a leopard and tiger. It is also easy to be afraid of loneliness, so he has to sing loudly and shout."
"It makes sense."
"I have no idea-
"I think I have read a book after listening to you?"
"I have read the book for a few days before."
"Why don't you go to the school and chop wood here?"
"I can't do anything else without my parents. I can only go up the mountain and chop some firewood every day, pick it up to the foot of the mountain, sell it for some money, and buy food-"
"This world-"
The man in gray stood still, but the girl behind him was quite agile. He turned his head and looked left and right and seemed to be passing by. After a few words of chat, he said goodbye to him and walked down the mountain.
However, for a while later, the boy often met him.
Sometimes he was alone, sometimes with a girl.
Sometimes I brought a girl about ten years old, and was quiet and sometimes I brought a girl about twelve or thirteen years old, and always looked everywhere, looking up the trees and into the sky.
Sometimes he would bring a middle-aged man and an old man in his fifties and sixties, like a whole family.
Each time they would talk a few words.
Sometimes next to the stream:
"How old are you?"
"Just ten years old."
Sometimes in the deep mountains:
"It's getting colder."
"It's better to be colder! The colder the weather, the more expensive the firewood is!"
"Your clothes are too thin."
"It's not cold to do your work!"
Sometimes on the way to climb:
"Is there anyone else at home?"
"there is none left."
Sometimes it is in the forest where there is no road:
"Try the scallion pie I made."
"No, no, no—"
Sometimes when the snow is heavy:
"Why have you been cutting wood on this mountain? I see that the small trees on this mountain and the side branches under the big trees are almost cut off by you."
"There is no way. Now the world is very chaotic, and there are monsters and monsters everywhere. The forests in the mountains are very deep. I am afraid of monsters and monsters. I heard my father say that morning and evening are a dividing line, and places where the sun cannot shine in the deep mountains are also a dividing line. One is the world and the other is the territory of monsters and monsters. I dare not walk into the deep mountains alone. But I heard that there is a Taoist temple on this mountain. There is a very powerful female Taoist priest living in the Taoist temple. With her, there will be no monsters here."
"Then aren't you afraid of beasts?"
"I'm not afraid!" The boy was obviously scared, "I heard from my father that a tiger can see the anger in a human body.
Anyone who is eaten by a tiger is someone who has done bad things. I have never done bad things, so the tiger will not eat me casually when he sees me!"
"Hahaha-
Sometimes it is under pine trees covered with ice crystals on sunny days:
"I cut it slowly today, but I was lazy?"
"You're here! I caught a fish in the stream today. It's very big. Give it to you, and give it to the cake you gave me last time!"
"Don't let the stream be cold."
Sometimes I will meet other immortal seekers.
These people who are seeking immortals are also greedy for comfort and scenery, and like to come to the mountains to find immortals when spring is in full bloom.
At that time, it was neither cold nor hot, and it also came in the midsummer when it was hot, so it came in the mountains to escape the heat. In autumn, it was the time when the maple mountain was full of red mountains and forests were dyed. In the cold winter, the weather was cold and the weather was not good, so it came less.
Only when the snow clears up, many people will come. I want to see the snow scene in Fengshan, and I think that the gods also like to come out to cook tea and enjoy the scenery at this time.
The boys are often asked by them to chat because of their singing.
Sometimes when he was talking to the man, the immortal came and regarded him as the boy from the immortal family.
But over time, the boy gradually realized something was wrong.
Chapter completed!