"Why is the wood in this place so strong?" Fu Yueming said weakly carrying the wood on one shoulder.

"It took three hours to cut down a tree, boy, you can't do it. The old farmer walked ahead, holding a large bundle of wood in his hand, stroking his beard and smiling.

"Is it because of the axe or because the strength is useless?" Fu Yueming asked.

"The axes I gave you are extremely sharp to the touch, and I think your strength is enough with brute force alone. The farmer said.

"Why is that?" He was puzzled

"Here, there is the protection of the god of earth and engineering, ordinary people can't cut down a tree at all, not even the fur of the tree, I am also surprised that you can cut it down. The farmer said.

"The god of civil engineering?"

"Yes, enshrined on the top of the mountain, this immortal is a tree. ”

"How long has this god been here?"

"I don't know, maybe for thousands of years, ordinary people on the top of the mountain can't go up at all, only the psychic girls in the village, after being summoned by the god of civil engineering, can go up to listen to the divine voice and know everything. The farmer said.

"This god of earth and wood, I'm afraid it's a mountain god or something, and he lives on the source of wood. Fu Yueming muttered in his heart.

"If that's the case, I'm afraid I can just ask for its help and restore some of my cultivation. Thinking about this, Fu Yueming couldn't help but rekindle hope.

"Old man, how do you get to the top of this mountain?" He asked.

The old farmer stopped, looked back at him with some surprise, and said, "From the left, do you see, there is a path there, and that's it, and that's all I know, and I don't know anything about it." ”

"What, are you going?"

"Yes, go up and have a look, I'll bring the wood back in a moment. ”

"No, you can go, try it, if you see the fairy, help me ask if I can find my son." The old farmer smiled, took the wood from Fu Yueming's shoulder, and went down the mountain.

After seeing the old farmer leave, he turned and walked towards the path.

From the trail, there is a vine forest, which is covered in this road, and the vine bears thorns, and there is some liquid on the thorns, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will slip.

If you fall to the ground and be stabbed by these thorns, the consequences are unimaginable.

Walk up a little further through this vine forest, there is a cliff, this cliff can only be climbed, although some depressions can be stepped on, but unstable, many places, people climb out step by step, or chisel out.

Walking through the vine forest to this cliff, he was now ragged and scarred.

Now Fu Yueming is just a mortal body, facing this cliff, his heart is bottomless, he flies around on weekdays, the mountains are just a leap away, but now he has to climb step by step.

Fu Yueming gritted his teeth, put his hand on the stone wall, put his feet in the gap, and slowly climbed up.

The stone wall is not very tall and uneven when viewed from below, but when you look down, it is a black and oppressive forest, which looks more heart-warming than the lake.

If you are lucky to fall down, you will be picked up by a tree, and if you are unlucky, you will be crushed.

After climbing out of a distance, Fu Yueming looked a little weak, and even the strength to hold on to the stone wall was almost gone.

There was a remnant of wood on the cliff, which was just enough for him to support, and after two tentative shakes, he climbed on it and sat down to catch his breath.

There was a small opening on the top of the remnant of wood, which was not very deep, but in it, it seemed like something was glowing dimly.