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The old man looked to be sixty or seventy years old, of medium stature, with a clear countenance, dressed in an old set of washed white blue cloth clothes, a pair of old linen shoes under his feet, and an axe for chopping wood stuck diagonally behind his black cloth belt, like that of a woodcutter. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The path he had walked on was rough, wet and slippery, and beside it was a misty abyss, a dizzying sight to look at.

The old man carried a swarthy flat pole on his shoulder, and carried two large bundles of firewood, which together amounted to two hundred pounds, and the firewood shook constantly in front of and behind him.

His whole person also swayed, and every step he took, it seemed that he was going to fall down the abyss next to him with firewood, which made people can't help but sweat for him.

But he was fluttering and walked all the way safely.

Wang Yu stopped and looked at the old man's posture and footwork intently.

He chopped firewood on the Zulong Ridge for three years, and every day he had to carry more than 200 catties of firewood down the rugged mountain road from the Zulong Ridge.

He knows very well that it is not easy to carry a large load of firewood to walk on the mountain road.

But this old man seems to be frightening step by step, and his walk is extremely dangerous, but in fact, every step is mysterious and elegant!

The old man walked through the path and came to the mountain road leading to the top of Xuantian Peak where Wang Yu and the others were.

Zhou Wen hurriedly stepped forward, bowed down and said, "Uncle, where are you going with such a large load of firewood?"

The old man stopped, touched the gray beard under his chin, and said with a smile: "My load of firewood is going to be sent to the firewood room of the Qianlong Courtyard on the peak." ”

"We were about to report to the Qianlong Courtyard on the peak," Zhou Wen said with a smile, "I'll help you pick it out!"

First, he wanted to help the old man, and second, he thought it was fun to carry firewood.

"That's a good feeling!" the old man smiled and put down the firewood on his shoulder.

Zhou Wen stepped forward and reached out to take the flat burden in the old man's hand.

His hand sank downward.

Zhou Wen was shocked, and hurriedly stabilized it.

This swarthy flat shoulder was actually made of dark iron, weighing four or five hundred pounds!

He looked at the old man in astonishment.

The old man touched his gray beard under his chin and looked at him with a smile.

Zhou Wen knew that this old man was by no means an ordinary woodcutter, and he couldn't help but secretly regret his recklessness.

He turned his head to look at Wang Yu and Zhu Yan.

Wang Yu and Zhu Yan looked at him with a smile and nodded at him, as the eldest grandson of the royal family of the Great Zhou Empire, he was very commendable for taking the initiative to help an old woodcutter pick up firewood.

Zhou Wen had no choice but to bend down, put the four or five hundred catties of black iron flat burden in his hand on his shoulder, and went to pick up the load of firewood.

When he tried to stand up straight and pick up the load of firewood, his heart immediately cried bitterly.

The load of firewood seems to be only about 200 catties, but in fact there are tens of thousands of catties!

Zhou Wen held back his strength, his face flushed, and then he trembled and picked up the load of firewood.

The load of wood weighed heavily on his shoulders like a hill.

If he was on a flat road, he could barely walk a few steps.

But this is the mountain road to climb Xuantian Peak, which is rugged and steep, and he can't take a single step!

He stubbornly persevered for a while, "plopped", put down the load of firewood again, and kept rubbing his shoulders with bared teeth.

The old man touched the gray beard under his chin and looked at him with a smile.

Wang Yu had already seen that there was something wrong with the load of firewood.

He had just participated in the entrance test of Xuantian Sect with Zhou Wen, and he was very clear about Zhou Wen's strength.

If it was an ordinary firewood, it would never make Zhou Wen so embarrassed!

He hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to take the flat burden in Zhou Wen's hand, and said to the old man: "Uncle, I am also chopping wood, I will help you pick it!"

Before Zhou Wen could persuade him, Wang Yu had already bent down and picked up the load of firewood.

He had no choice but to rub his shoulders, shook his head with a bitter face, and silently stepped aside.

Wang Yu was also so uncomfortable with this 10,000 catties of firewood.

But since he picked it up, he won't let it go easily!

He has never forgotten that he infiltrated the Xuantian Sect in order to learn his skills and find Yun Songzi's demon to avenge his parents.

Yun Songzi ranks second among the seven elders of Xuantian Sect, and his martial arts cultivation is second only to the current sect leader Yun Longzi, and his prestige shakes the world!

If you can't afford to carry this burden of firewood, how can you bear the burden of avenging your parents?

The demonic blood in his body began to boil, gritted his teeth, and walked towards Xuantian Peak step by step.

The old man followed him with a smile.

Zhou Wen stood in place, looking at Wang Yu's back blankly with his mouth open.

He knew that Wang Yu's cultivation was higher than his own, but he didn't expect it to be so much higher!

Zhu Yan walked over, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, pouting and saying, "It's really useless! I'm usually used to being pampered, and I'm not even as good as a bad old man chopping wood!"

Zhou Wen was stunned when he heard this, turned his head to look at him, and whispered, "Do you know how heavy that load of firewood weighs?"

Zhu Yan snorted: "How much does it weigh? It's only three or five hundred catties at most!"

"I'll tell you," Zhou Wen whispered, "that flat pole is four or five hundred catties, and that load of firewood is ten thousand catties!"

"Huh?" Zhu Yan turned his head to look at Wang Yu's back and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

The two of them cautiously followed behind Wang Yu and the old man, and continued to climb towards Xuantian Peak.

Wang Yu lowered his head and carried the 10,000 catties of firewood, gritted his teeth and walked up step by step.

His legs seemed to be filled with lead, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his heart was beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest at any moment.

Although the demonic blood in his body allowed him to constantly absorb vitality from the outside world, allowing him to barely hold on, he still felt that his chest was getting tighter and tighter, and his whole body was becoming more and more uncomfortable.

The old man followed him silently.

"There are thousands of steps to climb the ladder ahead, you better put down the firewood and let me, the old man, pick it up!" the old man said suddenly behind him.

Wang Yu stopped and raised his head.

Before he knew it, he had come to a near-vertical cliff.

Thousands of stone steps have been carved out of the cliff, like a swimming dragon, straight up to the clouds.

Thousands of steps to climb the ladder, this name is really true!

Wang Yu shook his head, panted heavily, and said, "Uncle, I can still hold on!"

He resolutely walked up the thousand-step ladder step by step.

The old man touched the gray beard under his chin, nodded slightly, and said behind Wang Yu in a voice as thin as a mosquito and fly: "I have a set of breathing and breathing methods here, you keep it in mind and do it with your heart, even if you carry a mountain on your back in the future, you will not be out of breath." ”

Wang Yu was stunned, and before he had time to think about it, the old man had already begun to tell him the method of breathing and breathing in a voice as thin as a mosquito and a fly.

When the old man said something, Wang Yu did the same.

After the old man finished the method of breathing and breathing sentence by sentence, Wang Yu's originally rapid and heavy breathing immediately slowed down and became thinner, longer and longer each time.

The heart in his chest then slowed down, but each beat was stronger.

Between breaths, the dense vitality on this Xuantian Peak, like a rushing river, was continuously replenished into Wang Yu's body.

The tens of thousands of catties of firewood on his shoulders suddenly felt a lot lighter, his legs no longer felt heavy, his chest was not stuffy, and his whole body did not feel so uncomfortable.

Wang Yu walked a thousand steps to climb the ladder in one go.

Zhou Wen and Zhu Yan didn't know why, but when they saw Wang Yu carrying the firewood weighing 10,000 catties, walking faster and faster on this cliff, and moving steadily, they couldn't help but be surprised and admired.

The two walked empty-handed in the back, but he pulled away some distance.