The sky was clear, and before dawn, Yang Huaiping sneaked out of the meditation room and walked towards the outside of the Leaning Moon Cave, he wanted to find a clean and worry-free place to practice, and he didn't want to be absurdly entangled with Bai Ziyu anymore.

In the early morning, Fangcun Mountain is shrouded in a layer of ethereal white mist, strange birds fly in the mountains, spirit animals walk, there are countless strange flowers and plants, ancient trees and strange vines, pine and cypress, giving people a feeling of fairyland outside the world.

In the lonely mountains of this time and space, a slightly hoarse, quaint and desolate mountain song came out.

"Watching chess is rotten, logging Ding Ding, and the clouds are in the valley. Selling salaries and drinking, laughing wildly and cultivating himself. The path is high in autumn, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright in the sky. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the withered vine with an axe. Harvest into a load, in the song market, easy rice three liters. There is no competition, and the price is mediocre. will not be cunning, no honor and disgrace, and will prolong life calmly. Everywhere we meet, the non-immortal is the way, sit quietly and talk about the "Yellow Court" ......"

Yang Huaiping followed the prestige, and when he looked at it, he saw a woodcutter wearing a hat on his head, a cloth coat on his body, a ring around his waist, stepping on grass shoes, and holding a steel axe on the smoke-shrouded mountain path.

I don't know how long later, Yang Huaiping and the woodcutter met by chance on the mountain path of Fangcun Mountain, and the woodcutter greeted Yang Huaiping, "Young man, it's early in the morning, what are you doing in the mountains!"

Yang Huaiping smacked his lips, he looked at the plainly dressed woodcutter who didn't have any true qi fluctuations in front of him, and smiled indifferently: "Uncle, I want to find a quiet and secluded place to practice in this Fangcun Mountain, and find a way to kill the three corpses!"

The woodcutter looked at Yang Huaiping and smiled meaningfully, and said in a deep voice: "Little friend, the thatched hut at the foot of my mountain is very secluded, can you go and sit down, in fact, I think this beheading of three corpses is like chopping wood, as long as you raise the knife and fall, you can cut it off!"

Yang Huaiping looked at the woodcutter in front of him with blazing eyes, as if he knew a lot about beheading three corpses, he couldn't help but say: "Since the uncle is kindly invited, I am embarrassed to refuse, so let's go with the uncle!"

The woodcutter said no more, along the mountain flowers, surrounded by thorny old trees, winding, rugged and bumpy mountain path towards the foot of the mountain, he walked, while muttering to himself, "The tribulations in the world are all for a good result, fame and fortune, success or failure; the death of the predecessors, this life, in a hurry; all things in the world, such as clouds and smoke, such as water and the moon, look at the light, look at the thick, unpredictable, when the time comes, there will always be clouds to see the moon!"

In the mountains shrouded in a layer of mist, Yang Huaiping listened to the woodcutter's words, and the whole person fell into contemplation, he seemed to have some understanding, but he couldn't understand the deep meaning, like seeing flowers in the fog, a fog.

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Drifting away, the woodcutter took Yang Huaiping to the fence courtyard at the foot of Fangcun Mountain, he scooped a scoop of cold water from the big water tank in the yard and handed it to Yang Huaiping and said: "After walking all the way, you should be thirsty, drink some water, this water is a mountain spring, cool and delicious, and it tastes very good!"

Yang Huaiping saw that the woodcutter was so gracious, and he didn't refuse, he took the water whale and drank a scoop of water cleanly.

At this time, the woodcutter handed the steel axe in his hand to Yang Huaiping and said, "I see that you young man is young and strong, help me chop the firewood in the yard, and I will go to the house to cook some food to entertain you!"

After Yang Huaiping drank a scoop of water, he suddenly felt that his mouth was full of relish, cool and delicious, and in a good mood, he agreed to help the woodcutter chop wood, and he took the polished steel axe and walked towards the firewood pile in the fence courtyard.

When the woodcutter walked to the door of the house in the courtyard of the fence, he turned his head and stared at him, and said to Yang Huaiping with a bright smile: "This chopping wood is about a knife falling with one hand, and the same is true for cutting three corpses, the more complicated you think about one thing, the more difficult it is, if you think about it simply, then this matter will be simple!"

With that, the woodcutter turned and walked into the humble hut.

Yang Huaiping walked to the pyre with a steel axe, he took a piece of firewood and put it on the wooden pier, ready to wield the steel axe to chop firewood, but after taking a look at the woodcutter had already chopped it, neatly and neatly, after the smooth woodpile, he couldn't help but hesitate, not knowing if he could also chop the firewood so well, so he kept hesitating and did not drop the axe in his hand.

After a long time, Yang Huaiping felt that his heart was very chaotic, there were too many things to take care of and not let go, but he didn't have the courage to drop this axe, for fear that he wouldn't be able to do all this in front of him.

Although the woodcutter's principle of getting up and down is simple, it is difficult to do, and it is even more difficult to do it well.

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic he became, Yang Huaiping put the steel axe in his hand aside, sat cross-legged on the ground and slowly closed his eyes, immersed himself in his mind, and calmed his heart.

After a long while, the woodcutter walked out of the hut, he paced to Yang Huaiping's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Little brother, isn't it just to chop wood, is it so troublesome to use!"

Suddenly, Yang Huaiping, who had fallen into a clear and clear realm, opened his eyes, and he smiled awkwardly at the woodcutter without speaking.

At this time, the woodcutter took the steel axe from Yang Huaiping's side, and then put the firewood on the wooden pier, almost didn't think about it, the knife in his hand fell is an axe, with a crisp click, the firewood in front of him was directly and neatly broken into two, the knife marks were smooth, and it was natural, Chai Fu looked at Yang Huaiping and said quietly: "Didn't I tell you, isn't this just a matter of chopping firewood, cutting good and bad is a firewood, and it's all over with a knife in your hand, think so much, don't you feel tired?"

Yang Huaiping thoughtfully took the steel axe from the woodcutter's hand and was about to chop wood, but the woodcutter grabbed his arm and said: "The yellow rice in my house should be stuffy, you can follow me into the house to eat, I think with your current state, let alone cutting three corpses, chopping wood is a problem!"

After taking a long breath, Yang Huaiping glanced at the two pieces of firewood on the ground with smooth knife marks, and entered the house directly with the woodcutter without hesitation.

In a sparsely furnished thatched hut, two bowls of yellow rice, a jar of wine, a few plates of wild vegetables, and two small porcelain bowls with a slight notch are placed on a quaint and faded table.

The woodcutter beckoned Yang Huaiping to eat at the table, and he smiled with a simple smile: "Let's eat, this common meal is very delicious, in my eyes, it is much better than any delicacy!"

Yang Huaiping glanced at the woodcutter, smiled, and was not restrained, he drank directly with the woodcutter while eating the food on the table, he felt that the yellow rice was fragrant, and the wine on the table was even more mellow and strong.

After the two of them swept away the food on the table and the jar of wine on the table, the woodcutter said to Yang Huaiping with blazing eyes: "I think it should rain at dusk in this weather, and when the time comes, I will take you to walk the dirt road leading to Fangcun Mountain, and you should be able to put down the burden in your heart!"