"Little junior brother, little junior brother, get up, it's time to go into the mountain and cut wood."

Listening to the shouts of the sixth senior brother, Zhang Mingxin sat up, and the animal skin clothes on his body slowly fell, but he saw the sixth senior brother smiling at him.

The sky was gray and gray, Zhang Mingxin was lying on the open space outside the stone house, and above his body, it should be covered by the sixth senior brother.

"This night, isn't it cultivation that you go to chop wood at sunrise?" Zhang Mingxin rubbed his eyes and asked.

The sixth senior brother rubbed Zhang Mingxin's head: "The sun is about to rise, you were drunk and fell asleep last night, and it has been a night." ”

Zhang Mingxin sighed, and quickly stood up and dressed, "Drunk, am I drunk?" ”

The sixth senior brother didn't answer, pointed to the wall of the stone house, and said, "You pick a sword, let's go into the mountain."

The sixth senior brother was already holding an iron sword in his hand, turned his head and walked forward, thought about it and said, "There is danger in the stone house, remember not to sleep in the stone house." ”

Zhang Mingxin had already walked to the end, and peeked at it, Master was in the middle of the house, asleep against the wall, and thought secretly: "Isn't Master also asleep in the house?" Yes, Master is an old immortal, and he is not afraid. ”

Looking at the few swords on the wall, they were either missing blades or full of rust, and picked a slightly better one, and when I looked up, I saw that the sixth senior brother had gone away, so I hurriedly followed.

The sixth senior brother took Zhang Mingxin with him, but he walked towards the lake with the hill.

As the sixth senior brother walked, he warned Zhang Mingxin.

"I will teach you everything, you don't have to go against the master, the master will need you to take care of it in the future."

"Our drunken sect is a little different from the other six sects, if it is not well looked at by the six sects in the future, we can bear with it."

"Every day, before sunrise, we sacrifice to our ancestors, then go into the mountains to cut wood, come back in the middle of the day to split the wood, and when the master cooks wine, we help the master, and at night we meditate and practice in the open field."

Zhang Mingxin nodded, looked at the lake, ran to the lake, put down the iron sword, held the water to wash his face, "bang" from Zhang Mingxin's mouth exposed, the lake water is frozen like ice and snow, the strange thing is that the lake water is clear, not frozen, the lake surface is clear, but the lake center can be seen from afar, without a trace of smoke.

The sixth senior brother approached, put down the iron sword in his hand, several things, handed over a wooden kettle, and said, "Take two sips, don't drink more, the bento is breakfast, and it can also ward off the cold." ”

In the wooden pot, there was naturally wine, and although Zhang Mingxin was afraid and drunk, he still drank two sips.

The sixth senior brother also washed his face, pointed to the hill floating in the sky, and said, "You wait for me here, I will go up the mountain to burn incense for the ancestors." ”

After walking a few steps, he turned his head and smiled: "In the future, you will go up the mountain, and you will also see how I get up." ”

The mountain, like a cone-shaped earth, floated in the sky, and was a thousand feet above the earth.

A huge iron chain hung down from the mountain, connected to the lake, and buried in the earth. The iron chain is huge, there are hundreds of catties in one section, and I don't know how many mines there are in the sky, and the iron chain sways from side to side. A section of the chain body is 100 zhang high from the ground, and there is a layer of blue-green ice, and there are long ice cubes hanging under the chain body, and sometimes the ice cubes break and fall into the lake, stirring up huge waves.

Zhang Mingxin watched in amazement as the sixth senior brother walked on the chain, and after a short time, he walked straight for two hundred zhang, like an ape, with a low body as if climbing, and the clothes on his body fluttered very urgently, sometimes bulging, sometimes close to his body.

Farther away, Zhang Mingxin couldn't see clearly, looking at his senior brother, he was extremely envious in his heart, turned his head to look at the place where the iron chain was buried in the ground, his heart was itching, and he ran towards it.

Zhang Mingxin climbed on the chain and tried to go straight, the chain was huge, leaning on the upper layer, but the cold light was shining, it was actually walked many times by the predecessors, and it was smooth, that is, Zhang Mingxin walked like flying in the mountains, and on this huge iron chain, he couldn't go fast.

Slowly walked to twenty zhang, Zhang Mingxin will bow his body to help the walk, even so, it is difficult to move an inch, the iron chain has hung straighter, unlike the ground when gentle, the chain body is sealed with a layer of frost, more slippery than the first twenty zhang, the wind is cold, not a few steps, Zhang Mingxin's footsteps slipped, his heart was shocked, "wow" fell from the iron chain, fell into the cold lake.

Listening to the sound, a person on the mountain flew down from the iron chain at great speed, until he saw Zhang Mingxin in the lake paddling towards the lake, and then he slowed down, and it was also extremely urgent.

Zhang Mingxin rowed to the lake, trembling ashore, his body could barely stand straight, looking for a wooden pot everywhere, pulling out the stopper, and poured a big mouthful, and wanted to pour it again, but he was afraid of getting drunk and sleeping, so he finally endured it.

After a short time, the sixth senior brother jumped down from the chain, ran closer, and squatted down to check Zhang Mingxin.

"Silly junior brother, didn't you tell you to wait for me!" Looking at Zhang Mingxin's eyebrows, face, and clothes were all frosty, the sixth senior brother smiled and patted it gently, but without a trace of sarcasm, "It's cold here, it's an unusual place, even if it's summer, it's cold to the bone, you are brave, and when you go to the autumn, you also go down to the lake to catch fish, but you are strong and not frozen by the lake." ”

After drinking, Zhang Mingxin's body quickly warmed up, although he was still shaking, he was fine, and he didn't dare to say that he was climbing the chain, he bowed his head and didn't say anything, just stood up and signaled that he could go.

Seeing that Zhang Ming's heart was improving, the sixth senior brother got up, took the iron sword, wooden pot and other things, and walked to the side of the lake first, without looking back, and said: "The sixth senior brother fell into the lake, not more than once or twice, I am afraid that except for the senior brother, the other five senior brothers have fallen from the iron chain into the lake thousands of times, but we have never caught a fish." ”

Zhang Mingxin listened, comforted in his heart, but he had a kind of admiration for the sixth senior brother, who could climb the thousand-zhang iron chain, if it was not a cultivator, an ordinary mortal, how many people could reach it?

Seeing the red light in the sky, Zhang Mingxin hurriedly followed the sixth senior brother into the mountain.

The sixth senior brother took Zhang Mingxin into the mountain and walked for more than half an hour before stopping, looking at Zhang Mingxin who was not tired, patted Zhang Mingxin's shoulder, nodded in appreciation, and motioned for Zhang Mingxin to sit and rest.

The mountain is gentle, all trees, and there are few stones, Zhang Mingxin found a flat stone, sat down to rest, and watched the sixth senior brother walk around, as if he was picking up trees.

All around, in the distance, an arm-sized tree was cut down to the ground, and its branches were separated.

After a while, hearing the sixth senior brother shouting, Zhang Mingxin carried the iron sword and wooden kettle and ran to the sixth senior brother.

"It's this wood, you try to cut it." The sixth senior brother lifted his sword upside down, stroked an arm-sized tree in front of him, and instructed Zhang Mingxin, "You look first and think first, how can you cut him down." ”

Zhang Mingxin looked at the trees in front of him, scratched his head, raised his iron sword with both hands, and cut at the trees.

A crisp sound of "dong" made the quiet woods more vocal, and the snow fell from the trees, gently smashing on Zhang Mingxin's head and shoulders, turning into blood and water, sliding into Zhang Mingxin's neck, cold and cold.

The mountain of trees, where it was cut down, had no cuts, nay, it should be said, not even bumpers.

Zhang Mingxin looked at the trees, and then at the iron sword, the trees were fine, the iron sword was fine, but his hands were numb.

Zhang Mingxin compared the trees with his sword, and the iron sword had no missing blades, and the sharpest point was against the trunk of the tree, "dong", "dong", "dong", "dong", "dong", "dong", "dong",

After a dozen counts, Zhang Mingxin stopped and looked, well, the trees are fine, the iron sword is fine, and it is still just a pain in his hand.

Zhang Mingxin scratched his head, thought for a while, raised his sword again, and continued to cut, this time, dozens of straight cuts.

After stopping, there was still no trace on the trunk, Zhang Ming was distressed, and turned back to find the sixth senior brother, but saw the sixth senior brother holding a wooden pot in one hand and a wooden stopper in the other, looking at himself with his mouth wide open.

"Sixth Senior Brother, you can't cut it." Standing in front of the sixth senior brother, Zhang Mingxin lowered his head and said.

The sixth senior brother rarely didn't smile, and asked blankly, "How is the tree cut down?" ”

Zhang Mingxin asked suspiciously: "Isn't this how the tree is cut?" ”

The sixth senior brother smiled bitterly: "That's right, that's how the tree was cut......"

Picking up the iron sword on the ground, the sixth senior brother walked to the tree and looked at the trunk fixedly.

"The name of this tree is 'Endless Wood', the trunk reaches the top of the tree, it is the same size, it grows overnight when it is born, and it never grows again."

Suddenly, the sixth senior brother took out his sword with one hand, slashed diagonally towards the tree, turned his hand and bent it, and put it after drawing his sword.

The wood is broken, and it falls to the ground crookedly.

"Its wood is solid, the skin is dry, the grain is small and assimilated, it is used for ignition, and it is not extinguished day and night. You need to be attentive to see the direction of the wood grain, a sword along the grain, wood, can be broken. ”

Zhang Mingxin was stunned, the sword of the sixth senior brother was like an enemy, attacking and receiving, it was more chic and elegant than when he saw Mo Jingchen in the lake, and in an instant, it was like an immortal.

"Not all wood, at the beginning of felling, the water vapor is extremely heavy, it is difficult to lift it, put it for a few days, the water vapor is dissipated, and it is abnormally light."

The sixth senior brother silently opened his head and said with a smile: "Let you cut down the tree, or it's still early, you can cut down the number of fallen branches and leaves." In the same way, if you look at it carefully, you can also look at it for the first half of the day, and the branches and leaves can be broken with a sword. If it is not smooth, the wood cannot be broken. ”

That senior brother, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, is like a kind teacher, but looking at Zhang Mingxin's eyes from time to time, there is always a trace of resentment and resentment in his smile.

……

After the middle of the day, Zhang Mingxin and the sixth senior brother each carried a sleepy wooden trunk back to the stone house, after the wooden trunk, it was really light, cut into sections, and it was easy to carry back. It's just that it's not straightforward when it's not raw, and it's crooked and crooked when it's dry, which is very strange.

Until the middle of the day, Zhang Mingxin stared at the endless wood that had been cut down, but he didn't find a trace of wood grain, and he couldn't cut down a branch.

The master was still sleeping, snoring and shaking the sky, yesterday's wine seemed to be boiled, and although the fire was still burning in the furnace, there was nothing to cook.

After resting for a while, after using the afternoon wine, the sixth senior brother took a piece of wood and said to Zhang Mingxin: "Master has not gotten up from a sound sleep, you don't need to cook wine in the afternoon, I will teach you to chop wood." ”

The sixth senior brother stood up, walked to the flat stone in the clearing, stood on the flat stone, raised his sword and stood solemnly, staring at the wooden section in front of him with his eyes.

After a long time, the body moved, and the sword in his hand was slashed down one after another, and the wooden segment was first doubled, then four, and then eight.

When the sword came again, the wood silk floated up like white hair in the wind and fell to the ground.

In a few moments, there were no more wooden sections on the flat stone.

There is only one ring of wood on the ground.

The silk is delicate, and the endless wood silk of several haystacks is generally the same.

"After the wood is dried, the lines are twisted, but there are several horizontal and straight places, so I will find these places first, break the wood segments, and then split the filaments."

After a pause, the sixth senior brother said again: "Senior Brother Mingxin, I forgot to tell you, I don't have a name, the sixth disciple of the master, you are the seventh, and there are several senior brothers in front of us, who have already left this Burial Sword Valley and gone out to practice." ”