A crisp rooster crow pierced the night of silence.

Greyfang Village.

Among the tens of thousands of villages on the mainland, it is a very ordinary small village.

In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight shine through the thick clouds and hit the earth that had been sleeping all night. The vast continent is once again full of life thanks to the arrival of the sun.

On a new day, the village gradually became lively. The men began their day's work, and the women began to get busy, each with a different division of labor, and each doing their own thing in an orderly manner. In the deep alley not far away, there are a few crisp laughs of children from time to time. The whole scene gives people a sense of tranquility and harmony like a paradise.

In a clearing in front of the entrance of the village, there was an old tree and a smooth boulder, several teenagers were playing around the boulder, and on the boulder stood a young man, who was talking in a fierce tone......

At the east end of the village, near the entrance of the village, there is a small wooden house in which a middle-aged man lives. According to the villagers, he was not a native of this village. Legend has it that he was discovered more than 20 years ago by the villagers while hunting in the mountains......

At that time, he fainted under a big tree, and the simple-hearted villagers saw that he was still breathing, so they kindly carried him back from the barren mountains and mountains that were full of dangers. Later, it slowly became known that he seemed to have amnesia, remembering nothing, not even who he was.

In view of this situation, there is also the fact that he is not completely healed, and there is nowhere else to go. So he first left him in the village to recuperate, and the days passed day by day, through a period of contact. The people of the village gradually discovered that although this unknown person was not good at words, he was extremely honest and honest. It was decided to leave him behind and build him a small wooden house at the entrance of the village.

The kind-hearted villagers also sent him some pots and pans and other daily necessities. For this, he was especially grateful to the people in the village, because after he recovered, he could not remember who he was, and he did not know what he used to do, so he could only go to the mountains every day to cut firewood, and then send it door to door, so as to repay the residents of the village.

This delivery is a month, except for the wind and rain can't go out, almost not a day off. After a long time, the people in the village slowly began to get acquainted with him......

"Haha, you go door-to-door to deliver firewood every day, everyone already knows your kindness...... You chop firewood every day, and you are honest, and it really sounds a bit like this firewood, or I will call you Lao Chai in the future, ah... Hehe," one of the villagers said jokingly, and then laughed twice, and the villagers who were chatting around him also laughed when they heard it. Although it is a joke, after a long time, the title of Lao Chai has magically become his code name, or his name. Since then, the title has followed him until now.

Lao Chai is simple and mellow, although he doesn't talk much, but he has a simple smile on his face when he sees anyone, who is in trouble as long as he can help, he will definitely help. Although he was not a native of the village, the people did not treat him as if he were their own because of his loyalty and honesty. Later, after being introduced by the villagers, Lao Chai started to deliver firewood to a town not far away, in exchange for daily necessities.

Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. It was another sunny morning, and Lao Chai got up early as usual to wash, cook, and eat...... Everything is so well organized. Lao Chai is used to the life of such a person, and he likes the current state of life very much. During this period, the villagers also tried to introduce him to women, but Lao Chai politely refused for various reasons.

On this day, Lao Chai finished breakfast early, pinned the axe, which had been used for nearly 20 years, to his waist and walked out. Because the mountain is on the other side of the village, every time he enters the mountain, Lao Chai will cross the entire village. On the way, I would meet a few people from the village from time to time, so I would stop and say a few words.

At the entrance of the village, a few old people who are close to old age are chatting and playing chess under the big trees, and there are a few hearty laughter from time to time when they talk about excitement. One of them, a skinny but spirited old man, saw Lao Chai coming from a distance, and waved and shouted from a distance, "Lao Chai... It's a little early to leave today..."The others all looked towards the entrance of the village.

A middle-aged man with a broad body, steady steps, and an axe pinned to his waist was walking in the direction of the entrance of the village. This image can only be one person in the village, and that is Lao Chai. Most of these old people were benefactors who saved them on the mountain back then, so Lao Chai had special respect and kindness for these old people.

Lao Chai showed that honest and simple smile when he was far away, walked a few steps quickly, and came to the big tree where the old man was sitting idly.

"Hehe..... old men are in a good mood today," Lao Chai said with a smile.

"Hehe... It's okay, we old immortals can live one more day and earn one more day, what's there to be unhappy about," said an old man with a slightly rich figure and gray hair, jokingly.

"Uncle Wu, what you said is not right, like the tough physique of yours, it will not be a problem to live him for another hundred years, hehe..."

"Hahaha...."Several old men laughed heartily again.

"You... Now it's getting more and more flamboyant, but it's no better than the wooden man who could only 'smirk' back then, I think you have to change your name again, just don't call Lao Chai, haha..."A bald old man in a black loose coat pointed at Lao Chai and said with a smile.

As he spoke, the old man inadvertently glanced at the axe pinned to Lao Chai's waist, stared at it for a while, and frowned slightly. Slightly puzzled, he asked, "I said, Lao Chai, you have to ...... this axe on your waist It's been nearly twenty years," the old man tilted his head to the other old men as he spoke, as if to confirm his words, and when the other old men heard this, they also slightly restrained their talking and laughing expressions, and turned their eyes to the axe on Lao Chai's waist.

"What's wrong? Isn't it just an axe?" asked the lean old man in front of him, puzzled.

"I can't tell, but I feel ...... Something is different......"

Among them, several old people unconsciously took a few steps forward, wanting to get closer and take a closer look. An axe instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the relaxed and happy atmosphere of talking and laughing just now was instantly replaced by a burst of sighs.

"Don't talk about it, old grandson, I really haven't paid much attention to it," an old man on crutches said as he turned back to the bald old man just now.

"I said Lao Chai, you axe... If I'm not mistaken, when I found you in the mountains...... In addition to the dirty and broken outfit on your body, the axe you hold in your hand is the most eye-catching," the old man on crutches looked at Lao Chai, frowned slightly, and said in an incredible tone.

"Yes, yes, that's right..."Lao Chai looked at everyone's curious gaze, slightly embarrassed.

"That's a little weird, a few old brothers come over and take a look" The old man didn't take his eyes off the axe as he spoke, but only made a slight gesture with his hand to beckon the others to take a few steps forward.

Lao Chai was stared at a little unnaturally by these pairs of curious eyes, and he didn't know where to put his hand, and his right hand unconsciously held the handle of the axe, and then swallowed his saliva a little nervously, and laughed embarrassedly, "That...... Since a few old men are so interested in this axe, let's take it and take a look" As he spoke, Lao Chai had already pulled the axe from his waist and handed it to the old man with a cane.

The old man looked at the old wood, put his cane aside, leaned himself against the trunk of the tree, and then slowly took the axe, and carefully examined it. Several other old men also came over, as meticulous as if they were examining a newly unearthed treasure.

"Isn't this just an ordinary axe? It's just that the handle of the axe is more delicate, and there's nothing special about it, you see the blade of this axe is still the same as it was twenty years ago...... So blunt. I see, you old lame man who has been suspicious all the time," said the bald old man from before, looking at the old man on crutches leaning against the trunk of a tree, in a mocking tone.

"No," the old man said, frowning, shaking his head.

"Guys, take a closer look at this axe...... What's the difference" Everyone turned their attention back to the axe, but from everyone's slightly puzzled eyes, it could be seen that there was nothing 'peculiar' about this axe.

"I said old lame, just say what you have to say, don't beat around the bush, isn't this just an ordinary axe, almost the same as twenty years ago......" The lean old man frowned, stared at the axe for a long time, but really didn't see any clues to this axe, so he yelled at the old man on crutches a little impatiently.

"Yes!" the lean old man's words were suddenly interrupted by the lame old man, and the old man's eyes lit up, as if he suddenly understood something, and there was less doubt between his eyebrows, and more imperceptible shock.

"Yes, what, yes, I said, old Li, you should make it clearer, what's right? Don't be surprised, scare me," the old man next to him, who had not spoken much, said in a slightly complaining tone. Obviously, Lao Litou's sudden 'right' just now startled the big guy who was carefully observing the axe.

"You are talking......" the bald old man urged, a little impatiently. As if he hadn't heard, Lao Li didn't react in the slightest, but continued to carefully stroking the axe.

"That's the problem......"

"Or just now Lao Zhangtou's words reminded me, everyone think about it, how can an axe that is basically used every day, be used for 20 years and still be intact? The most important thing is that this axe is much more blunt than the usual axe" The old people saw that he had not yet spoken, and some couldn't stand, and just wanted to speak but were choked back by Lao Litou's words. Lao Li Tou finally took his eyes off the axe, looked at everyone and said slowly.

When he said this, the rest of the people seemed to wake up from a dream, and they all felt a little strange. Although among these old men, only Lao Li Tou was a blacksmith when he was young and knew a little more than the others, but the rest of them also knew some common sense more or less.

How can an axe be used for 20 years without the slightest change? Everyone turned their puzzled and even somewhat shocked eyes to the old firewood who was speechless for a while.

"This ...... What's so strange about this, I....care about things, and every day when I come back after chopping firewood, I will carefully wipe and maintain it, so there is nothing wrong with using it for a long time" Lao Chai was a little uncomfortable when he was seen, and he smiled a little embarrassed.

When the old people heard him say this, they seemed to have some truth. Lao Chai cares carefully about things, this is something that the whole village knows, and besides, in the end, it is just an axe, and it won't be too much of a fuss, so everyone doesn't think about it anymore.

"But..."

"Don't be, you Li is lame and has a lot of things, what tricks can an axe have, can you become a demon" Old Li Tou was about to say something, but was interrupted by the bald old man next to him as if he was a little impatient. As soon as the bald old man finished speaking, everyone laughed along, and no one expected that the bald old man's casual words would become a prophecy......

"Alright, alright...... Don't worry about that broken axe anymore, let's continue to play chess, besides, we old men have nothing to do, but we still have to chop wood....."

"I said Lao Li, it's a little difficult for you not to lose this game," the bald old man smiled, and pulled the limping old Li head towards the chessboard as he spoke. The atmosphere suddenly returned to the harmonious atmosphere just now.

Lao Chai breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head helplessly, and thought that this 'farce' was over.

"It's okay, Uncle Li can take a look if he wants to, anyway, it's still early, don't delay me to chop wood, hehe, then you old people play first, I'll go to the old forest......" Lao Chai took the axe and stuck it in his waist, and just wanted to turn around and leave.

"Old Linzi?!"

The old people's originally relaxed expressions suddenly became extremely nervous and serious after hearing the words 'old forest'. This sentence fell on the heads of several old people like thunder in the clear sky. Lao Li Tou just sat down, and when he heard Lao Linzi's three words, his body trembled imperceptibly as if he had been suddenly shocked, and he was stunned.

The old man's eyes unconsciously revealed a trace of fear and fear, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at his right leg. The scenes of the year seem to appear in front of me again. The old man froze, his slightly dull gaze slowly came back to his senses, and the old man slowly turned around.

"Lao Chai, what you just said is Lao Linzi, do you want to go to Lao Linzi alone!? That place...... But the evil sect is very good," the old man on crutches continued after a slight pause.

"I'm sure you've heard of how my right leg is crippled......