"Oops..."

In the mountains and forests, a woodcutter was walking with two large loads of dry firewood, screaming and raising his head.

Putting down the burden, the woodcutter rubbed his head: "Strange, this is a peach pit?"

"How can there be peach pits here?"

The woodcutter looked around cautiously, checked the long knife on the burden, and then picked up the burden and continued to descend the mountain: "This day... It used to be rainless for two ends of the year, but now it seems to be raining?"

"Bang..."

The woodcutter had just taken two steps when he was hit on the head again.

"Oops..."

The woodcutter screamed in pain, and did not stop: "It's really evil, there used to be no grass here, nothing can be seen except dry firewood, what's wrong today?"

"Squeak..."

"Monkey, don't be rude..."

The woodcutter had barely taken a few steps when a monkey's scream was heard, and then a man appeared in front of him.

"Immortal..."

The woodcutter had seen Zhang Daoran, put down the dry firewood and saluted, and seemed to be relieved.

This is a world of gods and demons, and there are dangers everywhere.

Although there was no grass growing here, it was inevitable that there would be danger.

Seeing his acquaintance, the woodcutter breathed a sigh of relief.

"Squeak..."

Seeing the woodcutter saluting, Bai Yiyuan also did the same, and those who jumped up and down also saluted.

He seemed to be very excited, and kept screaming.

"One source..."

Zhang Daoran snorted, his face full of majesty.

Bai Yiyuan immediately became honest and stood obediently behind Zhang Daoran.

"Huh?"

The woodcutter's face was full of surprise, and he kept observing Bai Yiyuan: "Immortal Chief, this monkey..."

This monkey used to be seen in the area, stealing food and drink, and bullying children. Every time a monkey appears, it will be accompanied by a hunt. The weather is dry and there is no rainfall, so life here is not easy.

For each bite, people have to divide it into several times.

The monkeys plagued the village, and naturally people hated it.

In the past, the monkeys were wild monkeys with white fur. Today, he actually put on a Taoist robe, and at first the woodcutter thought it was an old Taoist with white hair and white beard.

"In the past, Yiyuan didn't know how to count etiquette, but now Yiyuan has followed the poor path and cultivated, and he won't harm you anymore..."

Zhang Daoran was full of smiles and looked the woodcutter up and down. Unlike those villagers, the woodcutter was not afraid of Zhang Daoran's identity. And he talked to Zhang Daoran very usually.

Moreover, in the face of Bai Yiyuan, he did not show the same hatred as those villagers.

The woodcutter is very ordinary, but he is tall and strong. This is clearly different from those hungry villagers who are very weak and weak. Moreover, the woodcutter seems to be ordinary, but in fact, Baoguang is introverted, and there is an air flow in his body that runs automatically.

It's just that this air flow is chaotic and unorganized, and it is not a guide of exercises.

Zhang Daoran faintly felt a special aura on the woodcutter.

When Zhang Daoran saw the woodcutter before, he didn't observe it carefully, nor did he find this breath. Zhang Daoran instantly became interested, and he smiled: "When the villagers see me, they all bow down and worship, and they are very afraid, why are you not afraid of me?"

The woodcutter was a little confused, he scratched his head: "Why are you afraid of the Immortal Chief, I feel that the Immortal Elder is a little different from those Immortal Sect disciples, and seeing the Immortal Elder makes me feel very kind, and it makes me feel very comfortable..."

Huotong Cave Heaven, the people here don't call it that, but call it the Xianyuan World.

The cultivators here are high, for thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, for millions of years, the cultivators have accumulated great power, and the faith has spread for countless years, and the cultivators are almost omnipotent in the eyes of ordinary people.

Moreover, for the practitioners here, the distinction between good and evil is not so clear. Many disciples of the Immortal Sect kill people at every turn...

So, for a long time, people were afraid of practitioners.

This is the information that Zhang Daoran got in the Heavenly Dao. Coming to this world, only this woodcutter is the only ordinary person who is not afraid of Zhang Daoran.

Zhang Daoran frowned slightly, and then his brows stretched: "I saw the villagers here, all of them have yellow faces and thin muscles, but you are tall and strong. There used to be no rain here for ten years, and the grain harvest was too low..."

Zhang Daoran can know all this with a turn of his mind. It's just inexplicable, the mysterious power on this woodcutter blocked Zhang Daoran's investigation.

This made Zhang Daoran even more curious: "Will you go hunting elsewhere, or sell firewood to make a living?"

In this world, dry firewood needs to be bought with money in a pond.

Chopping firewood and selling firewood is also a kind of livelihood. But the value of dry firewood is too low, and it is difficult to keep the family fed and clothed.

"The fairy chief doesn't know, although it hasn't rained here for ten years, there is a pond in my backyard. The pond has not dried up for ten years, and we use the water from the pond to water the fields..."

The woodcutter was very sincere: "So, although we don't plant much, the harvest is still okay..."

"Oh?"

Zhang Daoran raised his eyebrows, and suddenly smiled: "Poor road walking is hungry and thirsty, can I go to your house to drink a bowl of water?"

Zhang Daoran vaguely felt that the pond was definitely not simple.

The miracle on this woodcutter should be related to this pond. This is just a speculation, Zhang Daoran wants to verify it: "On the earth, between the thoughts of the poor road, there is still something incomprehensible about the past and the future. In this world, although the poor Dao can communicate with the Heavenly Dao, it has not yet fully comprehended and penetrated, and there are many supernatural phenomena that cannot be explored..."

"Yes... Absolutely..."

The woodcutter was overjoyed: "It is our honor that the fairy chief is willing to come to our humble house..."

There is a difference between dignity and inferiority, and there are two layers of dignity and inferiority.

In this world, how could a cultivator be in a villager's house?

If a practitioner appears at home, it is undoubtedly a very honorable thing. Moreover, when the immortal chief comes, he generally takes a fancy to someone's qualifications...

......

The woodcutter carried the burden in front of him, and the two large bundles of dry firewood, weighing hundreds of pounds, did not feel any difficulty on his shoulders. The woodcutter walked like a fly, and the way down the mountain did not bother him at all.

Zhang Daoran nodded secretly, although this woodcutter has not cultivated, but he has another chance, at this time, he has already opened his spiritual veins and cultivated independently... It is still in the stage of cultivating qi, and once you obtain the exercises and practice, you will definitely be able to enter the Tao in a short period of time.

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan picked up a wooden stick, put it on his shoulder, and learned the posture of a woodcutter walking, swaggering, and entertaining himself.

Zhang Daoran didn't care about him, the monkey was already very capable of imitation.

Now that Bai Yiyuan has opened the spiritual vein again, he is more intelligent, and his ability to imitate is naturally stronger.

In this way, Bai Yiyuan gradually learns from humans, and he will get rid of the habits of beasts, which is a good habit of imitation.

"Immortal Chief, there is Hewan Village in front, and I live there..."

As he walked, the woodcutter stopped, pointed to the village in front of him with one hand, and his face was full of joy: "If my mother knew that the fairy chief would follow me home, she would be very happy..."

Zhang Daoran looked up, and there was a village only a thousand meters away in the distance.

The village is small in size and the houses are scattered.

If you count it carefully, there are only thirty or fifty.

Hazy, Zhang Daoran felt that above the village, behind the village, there was a treasure light flickering... When Zhang Daoran used his eyesight and the exercises to work, and wanted to take a closer look at what it was, this precious light disappeared again...

Zhang Daoran frowned and walked towards the village.