And this Nanxi City is a port near the sea, and it has a large population, so it has become a fixed point for Penglai Xiandao to receive disciples.

Once every ten years, those who want to worship Penglai Immortal Island come to Nanxi City from all over the world to learn art.

It is said that there are still several tests for this Penglai Immortal Island to accept disciples.

However, Zhang Zichen didn't know about this, because he had already missed the time to accept apprentices from Penglai Immortal Island.

Until now, the old woodcutter is still feeling sorry for Zhang Zichen and others: "It's a pity! If you come a little earlier, you will be able to catch up with this apprenticeship, but you are a few hours late." ”

In this regard, Zhang Zichen smiled.

In Zhang Zichen's mind, in the heavenly realm, there are countless caves and blessed lands and gate sects, do you have to worship this Penglai Immortal Island?

If you want to learn art, there is a way to do it at that time.

Chatting and chatting, a group of seven people followed a mountain path to a village.

The people in the village were simple and kind, and they were not surprised to see the old woodcutter come to the village with a few people in strange costumes, as if this kind of thing often happened.

At the end of the village, a small wooden house is the old woodcutter's house.

Zhang Zichen and the others gently placed the big tree on their shoulders next to the house, and then under the leadership of the old woodcutter, they entered the cabin.

The furnishings in the house were simple, except for a table and a few chairs, and some daily necessities.

Seeing that the old woodcutter is over sixty years old, it stands to reason that he should be at the age of being a grandfather, but what about his family?

Zhang Zichen asked, "Grandpa, ...... Do you live alone?"

Hearing this, the old woodcutter's body was visibly stunned, he trembled a little, and his eyes turned red in the blink of an eye.

The old woodcutter doesn't want to answer?

Zhang Zichen secretly decided that he must have something on his mind, and since he didn't want to answer, then just leave it.

The old woodcutter moved a chair for Zhang Zichen and them to sit down, and boiled a pot of boiling water and poured a cup for each of them.

A moment later, the old woodcutter's eyes were red again, and two lines of tears ran down his wrinkled cheeks.

Maybe he was afraid of losing his temper, the old woodcutter hurriedly wiped it off, and then said: "Originally, my son was about the same age as you, if he hadn't died in an accident a few years ago, I was afraid that I would have gone to Penglai Xiandao today to learn art......"

Under the explanation of the old woodcutter, Zhang Zichen finally understood what the whole thing had happened.

It turned out that the old woodcutter had a son in his old age, and his son was originally the same age as Zhang Zichen, but just a few years ago, his son died at the hands of bandits.

In this vicinity, there is a mountain called Demon Spirit Mountain, it is said that the head of the house is a tiger demon, and there are many capable people recruited under his hands, and his strength is so strong that even the city lord of Nanxi City can't do anything with them.

One day seven years ago, a group of bandits led by the Tiger Demon broke into the village and robbed the children, supposedly to devour the Tiger Demon.

At that time, several children in the village were eaten by the tiger demon on the spot, and if it happened not for the city guards patrolling by, I was afraid that the whole village would suffer.

Unfortunately, the old woodcutter's son, due to his young age, happened to be eaten clean by the noodles of everyone in the tiger demon.

The old woodcutter's wife fainted on the spot because she witnessed her own son being devoured by the tiger demon, and then cried sadly for three years, and finally died due to physical reasons.

So the old woodcutter has lived with this hatred until now, and in ordinary times, he lives by cutting some special wood and selling it for money.

Until today, the old woodcutter met Zhang Zichen and six others.

What happened to the old woodcutter made Zhang Zichen and them extremely sad, and the six of them were silent for a long time, and even Zhang Zichen promised that he would avenge the old woodcutter, kill the bandits, and kill the fox demon.

But the old woodcutter cried and said, "Thank you, child, thank you." It's just that your cultivation is tens of millions of miles away from that tiger demon, and you are not his opponent at all, as long as you appear, you will be killed by them immediately. ”

Of course, Zhang Zichen knew that with his current cultivation, he was not the opponent of the thieves of the Demon Spirit Mountain Tiger Demon, but Zhang Zichen promised the old woodcutter like an old woodcutter that when he returned from his studies, he would definitely help the old woodcutter avenge this revenge, blood this hatred, and personally pluck off the head of the tiger demon and hand it over to the old woodcutter.

Although it was just a few simple words, the old woodcutter was very moved.

Time passed quickly, and this glass of water was drunk for nearly an hour, and it was only then that Zhang Zichen got up and said goodbye.

The old woodcutter was very hospitable, and wanted to keep Zhang Zichen and them for the night in his house, but Zhang Zichen wanted to go to Nanxi City as soon as possible to inquire about the situation in the vicinity, and also to inquire about the situation in the heavenly realm by the way.

In the end, the old woodcutter had no choice but to get up and said with a smile: "Babies, since you insist on leaving for the city today, then I will send you to the entrance of the village, right?"

"Thank you, old man. "Zhang Zichen and they don't know which direction to go to Nanxi City, just let the old woodcutter go to the village entrance to show the way, and then Zhang Zichen and they go straight, presumably if they want to find Nanxi City, it is not too difficult.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhang Zichen frowned and looked at the others.

"What's wrong?" the other five asked, frowning.

"The ground is shaking!" Zhang Zichen looked at the water cup on the table, there was still water left in the cup, and the water trembled in the cup.

"There's a large number of people approaching!" replied Ho Huimin.

"And the strength of this group of people is very strong, it seems to ...... Much taller than us!" Yu Wenhao added.

Everyone was nervous, and you added a word to me, and finally confirmed that it was very likely that a large number of people were rapidly approaching here.

"Huh? Could it be...... Could it be that those bandits from Demon Spirit Mountain are coming here?" the old woodcutter said worriedly, "A few years ago, the bandits of Demon Spirit Mountain did not dare to come wantonly under the suppression of the city lord. But during this time, they began to move around again, and I heard that many villages around here were slaughtered by them!"

Zhang Zichen was shocked, and suddenly didn't know what to do, the bandits of this Demon Spirit Mountain were so strong that even the city lord of Nanxi City had nothing to do with them, let alone Zhang Zichen and their group.

However, Zhang Zichen will not choose to escape, even if he dies, he will desperately protect this place and protect the old woodcutter.

After making up his mind, Zhang Zichen turned his head and glanced at everyone, but when he saw everyone's resolute eyes, he knew that he was not willing to escape.

So, Zhang Zichen asked loudly: "Senior brother, Xiao Min, Hei Tong, Ding Ling, Yu Wenhao, aren't you ready to run away?"

Everyone shook their heads, and Yu Wenhao added, saying: "If Xiao Min stays, I will stay, Xiao Min escapes, and I will run away too." ”