Huangshan is the place where Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and everyone knows this.

A thousand years later, Xie Xiaoman has never been to Huangshan, but in this life, she has plenty of time to enjoy the scenery here.

Different from the tourist holy places that were one after another thousands of years, Huangshan at this time was more like a fairyland, and it was rarely visited.

has lived in the mountains for almost half a year, except for Guo Pu and Xianglan, Xie Xiaoman has only seen three outsiders. Two of them were woodcutters, and the other was Guo Pu's visitor.

"I came from the mountains with orchid grass. Planted in a small garden, I hope the flowers will bloom early. I watch it three times a day, and it takes a lot of time. The orchids are still there, and the buds are not ......."

The little squirrel next to him was frightened by the song, hurriedly threw away the pine tower in his hand, and jumped off the pine tree to escape.

The one who can sing a song like "Orchid Grass" is naturally Xie Xiaoman.

She carried an axe and walked slowly, without the beauty of people's Daiyu funeral flowers with moon lotus hoes, but because of the striding meteor, she showed a bit of boldness.

Seeing that the little squirrel was scared away, Xie Xiaoman was not only not ashamed, but actually laughed.

Fortunately, there are no people in the mountains, otherwise I would really think that this guy has returned to his previous demented appearance.

When he came to a big tree, Xie Xiaoman was not in a hurry to cut the wood, but leaned on it and sat down. While wiping his sweat, he sighed and said, "Brother Shu, don't blame me." I also know that everything has spirituality, but it is natural to repeat the cycle, even if I don't cut you, in another hundred years and thousands of years, you will be turned into spring mud. What is the difference between a year or two years and a hundred years and a thousand years, and what is the difference between the real past? I cut you to make firewood for Guo Pu's alchemy. Materialization, in the final analysis, there should not be much difference between rotting into mud and turning into firewood. ”

Reaching out and patting the trunk of the tree, Xie Xiaoman finished comforting, and waved the axe vigorously.

She is well versed in the principles of nature, and when she cuts trees, she does not just pick up small branches on the tree to cut them down, but as long as she cuts them, she cuts down the whole tree.

Although this will take several times the time and physical strength, it will not lead to the death of more trees.

Guo Pu said that the first thing in cultivation is to cherish life. Cherish your own life, and cherish the life of all things in the world.

In fact, in a place like Huangshan, the woods are dense, if ordinary people really live, there is no need to chop firewood at all, and when walking in the mountains, pick up some dead branches and leaves, it is enough to make a fire.

But alchemy is different.

Alchemy requires high quality firewood, pine wood is best for more than ten years, and the pine oil in it is equivalent to a catalyst, which can greatly shorten the time of alchemy, and even the quality of the pill can be improved.

Dead branches and leaves, as well as small branches, are okay to use to ignite fires, and they should not be used when they are really refined.

It's just that in this place of Huangshan, the soil is thick, and the pine wood that has been more than ten years old has the thickness of Xie Xiaoman's hug, and it is not easy to cut it.

Yesterday, Xie Xiaoman was working hard to cut down this tree, and after working hard for most of the day, he was only about to complete one-third of it.

However, Xie Xiaoman is not in a hurry, living in a place like Huangshan, without the troubles of the world, he feels the passage of time. One day, two days, is more like a conventional concept, but for Xie Xiaoman, it has no practical meaning.

With a swing of the axe, the muscles of Xie Xiaoman's arms tensed.

She has grown a lot taller than half a year ago, and her body has become stronger, developing into an athletic and energetic girl.

There was no one in the mountains, and she didn't have to care about other people's opinions, so she often went out in a ponytail. At this time, the tree was chopped, and the ponytail swayed with her movements.

"Knock-knock-"

For half a year here, Xie Xiaoman cut down trees for almost half a year. She felt like she was almost starting to become addicted to the sound.

Such a voice has the provocation and resilience of life, like the pulse of a human being.

It's fascinating.

And this feeling is the way the chainsaw creaks and clatters in later generations, and it can't be felt.

Cultivation is bound to be sentimental, not to mention that she Xie Xiaoman was originally a sentimental person.

"Plucking turnips~ Hey! Pulling radishes~ Hey, hey, hey, pulling radishes~ Children~ Come quickly~ Come and help us pull turnips......"

With a very rich sense of rhythm in cutting trees, Xie Xiaoman, this guy, inexplicably sang about pulling radishes.

In the distance, a bird standing on a tree to compose its feathers was startled by this powerful song, and opened its mouth and forgot to move.

The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning.

The sound of logging in the empty mountains.

"Down the hill!"

A thousand years later, Xie Xiaoman also lives in the forest area, and she still heard this sentence from the mouths of her elders.

It is said that before the tree falls, this sentence must be shouted, firstly, to wake up the people who may exist next to them, so that they will not be hit by the fallen tree; Second, it is also a kind of reverence for nature.

There are always various legends in the forest area, and Xie Xiaoman once heard that some people spoke out on the mountain and sneered at the century-old trees. So on the way back from the felling, a cone-shaped branch fell from the sky without warning, pierced the man, and killed him instantly.

At that time, Xie Xiaoman didn't know if this was true or not, and whether it was just a coincidence. But she likes to see people's awe of nature, the so-called unity of heaven and man, and the word "heaven" refers to where it is just a piece above the head.

Now, she can perceive the spirituality of these trees, and she doesn't even think of them as nothing.

The big tree fell abruptly, and the branches and leaves scattered in all directions also discounted the branches of other trees around it.

Xie Xiaoman came to the top of the tree first, removed all the side branches with an axe, cut them into the length of his armspan, and tied them with hemp rope.

It was getting late, and it was already the time of the sunset, and the mountains were gradually covered with a layer of mist, which was not like the mortal world.

There is no way to deal with the trunk of this tree today, but there is no hurry, everything can be slowed down.

Taking a deep breath of moist earth, Xie Xiaoman was satisfied with the axe back into his waist, carried the bundle of firewood on his shoulder, and walked back singing.

"In the blink of an eye, autumn has arrived, and I have moved into the greenhouse. The morning and the morning are frequently cherished, and the night can not be forgotten. Looking forward to the spring flowers, I can fulfill my long-cherished wishes. The garden is full of flowers, adding a lot of fragrance......"

In fact, the world is too unpredictable. is like this song "Orchid Grass" that almost all Chinese people can hum, and how many people know that the lyrics were written by Hu Shizhi?

In this world, what is ethereal is more than a fairy road......

If you can't become an immortal in the future, you won't be able to cultivate advanced spells. It's better to be a woodcutter and sell pine wood to cultivators for alchemy, which is also a good way to get rich.

Xie Xiaoman thought unselfishly.