Su Chen and Anu took the White Lotus Lux to the foot of the mountain, and after a remote sleep, they found the house of Mrs. Qiao, surnamed Wu.

However, I saw that in this wooden house, there was a kind old woman who was nearly 100 years old and had a wrinkled face, who was boiling morning porridge on the stove in front of the house.

Although she was old, she was deaf and clear-sighted, and when she saw two guests from other places coming to visit, she hurriedly welcomed them into the house to sit.

This small village at the foot of the mountain is rarely visited by outsiders, and when people do, the villagers are very welcoming.

Su Chen stepped forward to inquire, only to know that this peaceful-looking old woman was the old mother of Wu Qiaofu. Her husband has long since died, and she lives alone with her son at the foot of the mountain.

Su Chen sensed for a moment that this old woman was just an ordinary old woman, with a healthy body, but there was nothing peculiar about it, and she had never practiced martial arts.

The old woman said to herself that her son had gone into the mountain with an axe on his back the day before yesterday, and she didn't know how many days it would take to get out of the mountain. In the past, it would take as little as three or five days, or as long as a month, before it came out of the deep mountains and old forests.

Su Chen looked casually in the room.

In addition to seeing a few pairs of hunted tigers, leopards, wolves and bears, I unexpectedly saw some aura firewood piled up in the corner of the wall, but it was piled up in the corner of the wall and burned by the old woman as firewood for cooking on the stove.

There are also some wooden bowls, wooden cups for rice, and chopsticks, all of which are made of spiritual wood. Even, in the wooden house, a pair of wooden beds where the old woman sleeps are made of whole spiritual wood.

Su Chen looked at the wooden bed and couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

Although the aura in these spirit trees is weak, ordinary people can't see it. If it is placed in a prosperous city, it is the best quality wood, and it can be sold at a very high price. It's too wasteful to burn it like this.

He felt more and more that this Wu woodcutter was not an ordinary person. This is the most miraculous person he has encountered in the past year since he searched for immortals in various places.

This means two things.

This Wu Qiaofu is at least a martial arts master with extraordinary perception, and may even be a person who cultivates immortals, living in seclusion here. Because only the perception above the grandmaster can find out that this is a spirit wood and use them to make spirit wood utensils.

Moreover, in this Mangshan Mountain, there should be an entire huge spiritual tree to make it possible to create such a bed. This is extremely rare in other mountains and rivers. At least Su Chen hadn't seen it anywhere else, and only found some small fragments of spirit materials.

"I'll go into this mountain to have a look, and I'll be back later. ”

Su Chen decided to take a look at the situation in person, went out of the wooden house, handed over a few self-defense talismans and a handful of Linbing Beans to Anu, explained in a low voice, and decided to go to Mangshan to find it.

Anu nodded, took the three White Lotus Luxes, and waited for Su Chen to come back in the wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

...

Mangshan is tall and steep, with deep and dense grass.

Trying to climb over this mountain, even the most experienced hunter can fly with a rope, which is extremely difficult, and it will take at least a few days of effort.

The morning sun rises in the east.

Su Chen's figure in green clothes faced the golden morning sun, walking like flying in this mountain, walking on the ground, and crossing the past in a short time.

Over this Mangshan Mountain, there is an endless mountain in the distance, one by one, and you can't see the edge.

Su Chen sighed with admiration, no wonder the villagers of that small village were afraid of Mangshan. This boundless mountain range is simply impossible for ordinary people to pass.

Su Chen continued to look around in this big mountain.

In this great mountain, you can see deep streams, cliffs and overhanging rocks everywhere.

There is a large waterfall in front of it, hanging upside down.

Waterfall landscape, splash down from the peak of thousands of zhang, touch the stone splash, the mountain water seeps pearls, thousands of droplets, under the morning sun, the light of the sun reflects the seven colors, the rain and dew gather the sweet spring.

Su Chen crossed the waterfall.

Suddenly, I heard a loud singing voice from the top of a big mountain opposite.

Su Chen couldn't help but shake up, looking for the sound of singing.

This song is loud and majestic, rough and heroic, winding among the mountains and rivers, and spreading far beyond the mountains.

Su Chen climbed the rock and saw the top of the mountain several miles away.

"Yo~!Watching chess is rotten, logging Ding Ding, and Xu Xing in the valley of the cloud. Selling salaries and drinking, laughing wildly and cultivating himself. The path is high in autumn, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright in the sky.

Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the withered vine with an axe. Harvest into a load, in the song market, easy rice three liters. There is no competition, and the price is mediocre. will not be cunning, no honor and disgrace, and will prolong life calmly. Everywhere they meet, they are not immortals, they are Taoists, and they sit quietly and talk about "Yellow Court". ”

But I saw a woodcutter in the prime of life, with a tiger skin jacket under his waist, with a bare chest and bare arms, holding a giant axe in both hands, singing loudly, and cutting down a huge tree.

The morning sun rises in the east, and the golden sun shines on this prime-aged woodcutter, like a god who is full of divine light, dazzling.

The giant axe was half a foot long, like copper and iron, and extremely heavy.

Between the chops, the wind whistled, not to mention the weight of thousands of catties.

"Boom, boom!"

As soon as the axe fell, the giant tree cracked, and the mountain rock shook.

Yikes!

Su Chen gasped in shock.

Even if he is a master of the Grandmaster Realm and has an explosive power of thousands of catties, the usual weapons will not exceed a hundred catties. Thousands of pounds is the ultimate power, and if you swing it a few times, you will be exhausted.

Even if it was an immortal cultivator like him, it was easy to hit dozens of times with thousands of catties of strength. But I kept swinging the giant axe of thousands of pounds to cut down the trees, but I couldn't do it.

This woodcutter is clearly an immortal cultivator, and he is definitely an immortal cultivator with natural divine power. Only then can he swing a giant axe frequently and chop down trees thousands of times.

"What a Wu Qiao Immortal!"

Su Chen looked stunned for a while.

This big man should be the Wu woodcutter in the mouth of the villagers. The rough and heroic singing voice has a far-reaching artistic conception, and it is even more intoxicating.

Su Chen listened to a small sound before coming back to his senses.

This is the first real immortal cultivator he has encountered after walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, searching for almost half of the topographic map of the mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty.

Su Chen did not rush over, but looked at this Wu woodcutter from a distance of several miles.

This Wu woodcutter is holding a thousand-pound giant axe to cut wood, and he is still at hand, and he does not feel tired at all. Obsessed with logging, completely oblivious to the outside world. Such a powerful divine power must be above him.

Su Chen listened carefully to the woodcutter's singing.

The singing voice is heroic and majestic, like the morning sound and dusk drums. It reverberates in the valley of mountain streams and rivers, shaking dozens of miles of mountains and rivers. Placed between the mundane world, this is definitely a first-class hero, many times stronger than the grandmasters Li Shuo and Han Pingshan.

Such a rare heroic person in the world, living in seclusion in this mountain village, obsessed with being a woodcutter, should be a person with an extremely pure heart, not an evil person.

Su Chen pondered for a moment, and then decided to step forward to talk and ask him if he knew where Chaoge Immortal City went. After all, this was the only immortal cultivator he had ever met this year. If you miss it, you don't know what year or month you will be able to meet other immortal cultivators.

He climbed over the cliff, came to the peak, saluted Wu Qiaofu with a fist, and asked, "This eldest brother, but the people under the mountain call Wu Qiaoxian?"

The woodcutter man was obsessed with logging, but he didn't expect someone to go up the mountain to find him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

The woodcutter wiped the sweat on his forehead with a sweat towel, glanced at Su Chen, and said with a hearty smile: "This mountain is full of evil miasma, and there are often jackals, tigers and leopards, and the idle people can't come here." The little brother can come here alone, and he is also an extraordinary husband! No one in the village calls me Wu Qiaoxian, everyone calls me Wu Qiaofu. The little brother came to me in the mountains, and I don't know what happened?"

Su Chen hurriedly said: "In Xia Su Chen, I came from the Jiangnan area to visit fellow cultivators. I happened to pass by the small village at the foot of the mountain, and I heard that Brother Wu was strange, so I came over. I don't know what Brother Wu is called?"

"My surname is Wu, and I have been making a living from logging and logging for generations, and I am not a village man in the mountains. Take a big deal, little brother Su, you can call me Brother Wu, or call me Wu woodcutter. It's all trivial, don't worry!"

Wu Qiaofu shook his head.

Su Chen was stunned.

This immortal cultivator has actually made a living by cutting down wood for generations. And there is only a surname, no name.

He didn't want to do more, so he had to say, "It turned out to be Brother Wu." The younger brother searched around for famous mountains and rivers, wanting to find a place for fellow cultivators to gather. I've heard people say that there is a place called 'Asaga Immortal City'. Does Brother Wu know where Chaoge Immortal City is?"

Wu Qiao smiled, pointed to the distance and said, "You really found the right place." Chaoge Immortal City is not far away, from here to pass, over hundreds of mountains, walk thousands of miles to arrive. For us immortal cultivators, trekking through mountains and rivers is a trivial matter. ”

Su Chen couldn't help but be surprised.

He and Anu have been searching for a year, and they have been looking for the whereabouts of Chaoge Immortal City, and now they have finally found the news of Chaoge Immortal City. As long as you know that you are in the middle of this big mountain range, the rest is easy.

Su Chen and Wu woodcutter talked.

In the midst of that mountain range, there is a magnificent mountain called Asagoling Mountain.

This spiritual mountain is where a spiritual vein of heaven and earth is located, and the spiritual energy gathers.

For thousands of years, countless immortal cultivators have visited this place, and when they saw that the aura here was very strong, they were pleasantly surprised to settle down here.

Even if you don't have any spiritual objects, just settling here, your cultivation speed is far faster than that of other places.

Moreover, there are a lot of spiritual objects in the area of Geling Mountain.

It has become a gathering place for many immortal cultivators, and over time, a city of immortals has been formed. It has become a fairy city that is very suitable for immortal cultivators to settle down for a long time.

"Brother Wu is amazing, and he must also be an immortal cultivator. Why don't we go to the song together?"

Su Chen said happily.

"There is a 100-year-old mother in the family, my father died early, and my mother is a widow. There are no more brothers or sisters, just me. Mortals die at the age of 100, and their mothers are only afraid that their lives are short, and they need someone to take care of them.

I make a living as a woodcutter, and in the village I can exchange a few pennies, buy a few liters of rice, cook my own food, and arrange some tea and rice for my old mother. Although Chaoge Immortal City is a good place to cut wood, I can't go there, so let's talk about it in a few years.

The little brother is going to find Chaoge Immortal City, so he can go by himself. As long as you look in the mountains, it is not difficult to find. ”

Wu Qiaofu shook his head.

"I see, since that's the case, the little brother doesn't force it!"

Only then did Su Chen understand why Wu Qiaofu was already an immortal cultivator, but he was still living in seclusion in this small village at the foot of the mountain to take care of his hundred-year-old mother, and he was the son of filial piety, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

"Since Little Brother Su has been found, it is also fate. When I cut down this giant spirit tree and take it back, my brother will come to my house and sit down and drink two cups of hot wine. ”

Wu Qiaofu said enthusiastically.

"Good!"

Su Chen nodded.

He also wanted to talk more about this Wu woodcutter, so that he could know more about cultivating immortals, as well as the affairs of Chaoge Immortal City.

"Wait a minute!"

Wu Qiaofu spat on his hands and rubbed it vigorously, letting Su Chen go a little farther. Then he grabbed a huge axe in his hand and slashed at the towering tree in front of him.

"Boom~!"

Su Chen had previously discovered that Wu Qiaofu was an immortal cultivator, and he was so surprised and excited that he even ignored the extraordinaryness of the big tree in front of him.

He was shocked to find that the giant tree on the top of the mountain cut down by Wu Qiaofu was a giant osmanthus tree, with a width of one zhang at the waist, which was extraordinary.

Wu Qiaofu's axe slashed down with great force, and it was only half a foot deep.

But as soon as he pulled out the axe, the wound of this osmanthus spirit wood overflowed with some milky white liquid, and it actually recovered as quickly as possible with the naked eye, and it was cut continuously.