After breakfast, Jin Ling packed up the dry food and water, carried the firewood knife on his back, carried a kind of rope made of thick iron wire and old rattan silk in his waist, followed behind Qian Dong like a good grandson, and set off with the immortals of the four groups of the firewood team.

First down the mountain, then up the mountain.

Although the road down the mountain is steep, it is still relatively easy to walk, and it can accommodate four people in parallel. Along the way, the scenery was very beautiful, and Qian Dong kept explaining to him what "Eighteen Views of the Heavenly Pole", "Dawn of the Heavenly Pole", "Hundred Miles of Forests", "Luan Feng Turning Back" and so on. Looking at the spectacular scenery and looking back at the grand sect of the Shanhai Sect, Jin Ling couldn't help but feel as if he was in a dream.

Himself, he actually became a disciple of the Mountain and Sea Sect!

Although, at present, he is only a wood-chopping disciple.

Descending to the bottom of Tianji Peak, passing through the northern wasteland of Tianji Immortal City for fifteen miles to the west, another mountain peak appeared in front of him, and the peak was also covered with snow. But from the bottom of the peak to the middle, the forest is extremely lush. Looking at the past, towering ancient trees abound.

This is Baiyue Peak, and it is also the backyard of the Shanhai Sect, and at the foot of the peak there are the taming pastures, logging yards and sentry posts of the Shanhai Sect. When you pass through the sentry, you are greeted by a dense deep forest. Some people in groups 1, 2 and 3 of the firewood team are already chopping firewood.

Walk through the deep forest and find a rugged mountain road. Going up the mountain road, through the dense forest, after more than ten miles, they came to a strange kind of forest. This forest is about dozens of miles long and several miles wide, and occupies almost the entire mountainside. The forest is peculiar, and only one kind of tree grows: iron sandalwood.

Iron sandalwood has a straight trunk, branches and leaves like swords, the wood is tight, the texture is as hard as gold and iron, and there is a faint smell similar to sandalwood on it, hence the name. It itself is also a good material for crafting weapons such as spears and clubs. The Shanhai Sect uses guns and sticks to use the materials here.

"This is iron sandalwood, and it is said that it is not easy to cut. I don't believe it. Jin Ling thought to himself, pulling out the firewood knife and transporting the immortal power, it was a knife.

"Bang!" A sound that was almost like gold and iron, Jin Ling was shocked by the huge anti-shock force and retreated several steps one after another, and the fine iron firewood knife couldn't hold it, and it flew upside down and fell a few zhang away. He himself sat down on the ground, watching his hands shake and almost lose consciousness. And on the pitch-black iron sandalwood in front of him, there was only a white mark.

Even its bark has not been cut. The unbelieving teenager was dumbfounded.

The disciples of the other four groups looked wonderful and rejoiced.

Hong Zheng looked like he "knew this was the case", and took a firewood knife to gesture on the edge of an iron sandalwood tree: "It should be like this, first lightly split several times, split a fine mark on the bark, and then cut down from this fine mark with all your strength." After demonstrating twice, Jin Ling understood.

Even if you have mastered the skill, you need to grasp the application of fairy power carefully in the process of cutting. If you are not careful, the hatchwood knife will get stuck in the cut gap, and it will take a lot of effort to get it out. Jin Ling was a beginner after all, and by the end of the morning, he had only cut down one tree.

The immortals of the other teams basically cut down more than five trees.

Jin Ling understood, looked at his results, and said with a bitter face: "This tree is too hard." ”

The crowd laughed. There were immortals to cheer him on, "Little junior brother, you don't have to blame yourself." When I first arrived, I was able to cut down an iron sandalwood tree on the morning of the first day, which was already amazing. I remember when Qian Dong first came, on the first day, he tried his best to knock down a tree!"

Everyone burst into laughter, Qian Dong's face turned red, and he scolded with a smile, "Who still laughs? I won't sell wine to anyone who laughs in the future!"

Everyone didn't take it seriously and still laughed. After a short rest, I ate some dry food, and then rested under the tree. This break is about an hour. The main work in the afternoon is not to cut down trees, but to cut down the fallen trees in neat sections into strips, which also takes a lot of time. Then tie up the sticks of firewood and carry them on your back and return.

This sandalwood is not only hard, but also extremely heavy. The length of the arm has weighed dozens of pounds. The total weight of the firewood cut down by Jin Ling may have reached 2,000 catties, and it was as heavy as carrying a hill behind him. Fortunately, his own immortal power is deeper than that of the same level, and he is not much more reckless than that of high-level immortals, so he can finally grit his teeth and bear it.

Others, etc., basically carried firewood weighing at least about 5,000 catties, and basically lifted heavy weights, talking and laughing. The firewood carried by Hong Zheng, the team leader, exceeded 10,000 catties.

"Sure enough, it is the Shanhai Sect, even if it is a firewood team, it is so strong. Jin Ling could only give himself psychological comfort like this.

On the way back, I was far behind. It is one thing to have hundreds of pounds of immortal power of nearly a thousand pounds, but it is another thing to carry two thousand catties of things and go down the mountain for dozens of miles.

After all, he Jin Ling was only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, and his body had not yet matured. Others, such as Qian Dong, are at least fourteen years old. However, Jin Ling relied on his own strength to bear it, he didn't want the help of others, and he was not afraid of how much he would fall behind, no matter how hard and tired he was, he just didn't stop.

Finally returned to the firewood team and threw down the firewood on his shoulder, Jin Ling fell to the ground on all fours, gasping for breath to recover. Even if he was in the countryside of Prairie Village, he had never done such high-intensity tiring work.

It's really a small life.

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At night, Jin Ling lay half-dead in bed, still wheezing for a long time.

Everyone is accustomed to this kind of newcomer's situation, and no one bothers him, but he just wants him to slowly understand the meaning of it. This is the tradition in the firewood team, and it is also a way to train newcomers, and there is no need for hypocritical comfort, just let people calm down.

Each iron sandalwood weighs more than 1,000 catties. From chopping firewood to transporting it up the mountain, the whole process was full of energy, and the immortal power was consumed cleanly. Every time I was exhausted, I desperately squeezed out one or two points from all over my body, and digested them hungrily. Cycle. gave himself the feeling that he was self-squeezing along the way, and seemed to have squeezed himself into a "human dry". But every time it comes to the time when it is almost "human", it can survive in a desperate situation.

In the process of transporting firewood, space equipment is not allowed. This is the death rule of the sect, once it is found that anyone is lazy and uses space equipment to transport firewood, he will immediately drive down the mountain and never be hired. Perhaps, this is also a kind of exercise for the disciples of the firewood team. They may not have as much time to cultivate all kinds of mental techniques, martial arts, and immortal skills as others, but in terms of physical fitness, even if they face inner disciples, they will not necessarily fall behind.

In the process of this cycle, I don't feel anything. When he returned to the firewood team, as his immortal power gradually recovered, he felt as if his body had gradually advanced to a level. Although it is still very vague.

That night, Qian Dong secretly got a hot pheasant and wine, and invited Jin Ling to eat and drink together, which was called his recovery. Although his whole body was in severe soreness, in terms of immortal power, he had almost recovered in a few hours.

"It's not easy for you to recover your immortal power so quickly. It's not a simple beginner immortal. Qian Dong said.

"Good wine. Jin Ling just said so, and then fell headlong on the bed.

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