Originally, it was still going to be put out and then go to call the door master to eat, Zhao Zheng couldn't imagine that the Bull Demon King thought so thoughtfully, knowing that he hadn't eaten well outside these days, so he ordered people to go down to do it as soon as he returned to Fushougang, because there was still a lack of manpower on Fushougang, so it was just ready to be served at this time, the bull-headed demon was placed, Zhao Zheng saw that it was a bowl of rice and a pot of green vegetables and fried mushrooms, he was very happy, and sent the bull-headed demon down, and he sat at the table and ate a lot of joy, thinking that the Bull Demon King was really a good arm for himself, and after eating, Zhao Zheng closed the door and climbed into bed and fell asleep beautifully。

It is still at home to sleep peacefully and comfortably, Zhao Zhengzhi slept until dawn the next day, and then stretched his waist and woke up refreshed.

He walked around in Fushou Gang, and saw several Minotaurs walking around busily, and the Bull Demon King was also chatting with the five former members of the Shishui Gang about something, he had nothing to do, and suddenly thought that he hadn't practiced the six words that the master had left for him for a long time, and he took advantage of this leisure time to practice one by one.

He had already practiced the words to some effect, so he picked out another blowing exercise.

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In a place where there is no land, where even birds rarely fly, on that barren mountain, outside the dilapidated and almost decadent ancient temple.

The high-pitched voice continues to sound slowly and forcefully every day.

It's like the sound of nature, but it's not like it.

No matter how windy or rainy, no matter what the weather is, the sound never stops during the day.

Perhaps no one would believe that it was the voice of man.

It adds a little vitality to this lifeless barren mountain.

It was the sound of chopping wood.

A thin figure, still facing the sun day after day, wielding the axe in his hand.

No matter what happens in the outside world, no matter how wonderful the outside world is, with him, there is still only a monotonous and boring axe that accompanies him every day.

The outside world now doesn't even have to kill people by themselves, but sacrifices magic weapons to let them solve it on their own, not to mention chopping wood, who still uses an axe to chop wood.

But where could he know this?

Since that day he was coerced by Fu Dongliu to cut firewood, he can now cut down seven small trees every day, every day.

He couldn't imagine that the potential of people would be so great, he used to be able to cut down up to two trees a day, but now, as if he had broken through the potential, as if he had surpassed the limit, he could cut down seven trees in just one day, and he could calmly cut those small trees into sections of firewood when it was almost dark.

He does it every day, monotonous and tedious, but he never gets tired of it.

Because he knows that every axe he cuts is not cut on a tree, but on his own heart, on the memories of his past life, and on the laziness of his former fine clothes and food......

He seems to be making a permanent decision with the past, and it seems that he is digging out the past bit by bit from the depths of his memory and making himself unforgettable.

However, who can know these things except myself.

It's just that he still chopped it like this, and saw with his own eyes that a wound was exposed on the tree, a piece of ** without bark protection The bare wound, and then he continued to cut on the wound, as if he was happy with the wound, and some trees had to shed yellow-white mucus like blood, and whenever this happened, he was even more happy, and some trees would flow out of the sap as light as tears, so he thought that it was the tears of the tree, and he still had to cut them down happily, until the tree could no longer shed tears, and some trees were dry, and even if they were cut down, there was no sap at all, and he thought that this was a merciless tree, and there was neither blood nor tears, so he still had to cut it。

Almost desperately.

His palms are no longer as delicate as they were when he was in Fushou Mountain, when his palms were only dirty when he was playing with mud and stones, but they will soon be washed clean and white and tender by the special attendants, and there will never be a callus.

Now, his hands were only a little bigger than before, but the palms were no longer white, they were scarred and calloused, even like the palms of a maid who had been doing housework for decades.

Who would have imagined such a change.

If someone who had seen his white and tender palms saw his current palms at this moment, he would probably cry sadly for a long time.

But he has never mourned now, and he has grief in his heart, but he knows that it is useless to grieve now, and others will not pity you, but that person will only laugh at you, so what is the use of continuing to mourn, it is better to take all those in your heart, turn them into strength, and cut them down on the tree.

So, the hands of the child, who were no longer white and tender, and the axe that had been blunt, continued to disturb the loneliness and remoteness of this barren mountain in a continuous high-pitched sound, making the already somewhat desolate barren mountain even more desolate.

The fox bald lay on a large stone slab not far from Shou'er, lazily watching Shou'er chopping wood, although it looked at Shou'er every day to do the same action, but he seemed to be able to see some new fun every day, every day is tireless to watch, and even a little concentrated.

Since that day and night after cutting down the tree, the next day the fox bald back pain almost broke, has been cultivating for a month to ease up, so it saw Shou'er chopping wood every day and never back pain very wondered, isn't this kid flesh and blood? Why doesn't he have back pain? Why doesn't he have back pain?

It's weird, weird, it's weird.

The fox bald then watched Shou'er closely every day, hoping to see Shou'er's back pain or temporarily stop and beat his back, but he was so disappointed, he never waited for this situation to happen, even if Shou'er stopped and touched his waist, it never happened.

He was always chopping and chopping.

Except for a short time of sleeping, eating, drinking, and other things that had to be done, he never stopped moving.

He's chopping when he's sleeping, he's chopping when he's cooking, he's chopping when he's basking in the sun, he's chopping when he's watching him, he's chopping when he's not looking.

Can't he just take a break from his work? And no one forced him to keep cutting like this.

For this reason, the fox bald heart is very uncomfortable,

The sound of hyperactivity echoed in the sky, and in the distance, a black-backed and white-bellied bird stopped on a tree, and its smart eyes kept looking at the child wielding an axe, as if curious, but also seemed to be puzzled.

The fox bald also saw the bird, so it temporarily took its eyes off Shou'er's felling and looked at the bird on the top of the tree, this barren mountain has always been very few birds to fly, at this time a bird flew in a novelty, look for yourself, let the eyes change taste.

The fox bald cautiously pointed at the bird, making a clumsy chirping sound in its beak, teasing the bird.

The bird turned its head nimbly in the treetops, and watched curiously as the human child below cut down the tree, and after watching it for a while, it felt bored, and wanted to spread its wings and fly away.

Strangely, however, its outstretched wings fluttered, but it could not fly, as if some invisible force was pulling it to the ground, and it flashed its wings to compete with that power.

The fox bald looked at the bird's movement strangely, and for a moment did not know what the reason was.

The bird fluttered its wings, and the movement became bigger and bigger, and the wings opened and closed and fanned a very strong wind, and the branches and leaves of the treetops of the fan were all swinging, but the bird was still in place, and it could not fly up for half a minute at all, and the bird's appearance was also in a hurry at this time, as if it had encountered some terrible force, and it just wanted to escape.

The wings flapped more and more violently, and a few black and white feathers fell from its wings, fluttering to the ground, and landed on Shou'er's head, Shou'er temporarily stopped cutting the tree, raised his head in surprise, and looked at this incredible scene.

At this time, the fox bald was also shocked and shrunk into a ball, and his two eyes stared at the strange scene in the air motionlessly.

I saw that the bird held on to that force for a long time, as if it could not resist that force at last, and its body fell backwards towards the ground one by one, and as if it did not want to give in, its wings still struggled to flap upward, trying to escape from the shackles of that power.

The fox's eyes widened and he didn't dare to move.

Shou'er also watched in amazement, but a strange light flashed in her eyes.

Suddenly, perhaps the force suddenly increased, and the bird's body rushed sharply towards the ground, and the feathers were scattered all over the air.

The fox bald looked up, and clearly saw the bird rushing towards him, so he was so frightened that he quickly covered his eyes, but he could only hear a loud flutter in his ears, and the bird's whole body had passed by its body, and with a bang, the bird made a loud noise not far behind the fox.

The fox bald hurriedly turned around and looked, only to see that at some point, there was one more person more than a dozen steps behind it, but it was Fu Dongliu, and Fu Dongliu was stretching out his left hand, his left hand was facing the air, and the bird was struggling above his left hand, but the strange thing was that it was still five inches away from Fu Dongliu's left hand, and the bird's body did not touch Fu Dongliu's left hand at all, but it was dragged by some force and could not break free.

I saw that Fu Dongliu was still slowly stretching out his left hand to the bird, it seemed that he was still struggling, and the bird was struggling more and more above his left hand, most of the feathers had fallen off, and he was still frantically fanning his wings, struggling, but at this time, he saw Fu Dongliu's left hand retreat suddenly, and the bird's body suddenly seemed to be under great force, and rushed towards the direction of Fu Dongliu's left hand。

Seeing this, the fox bald heart was broken, and he hurriedly jumped to Fu Dongliu's front body, leaned down and said, "Congratulations to the master for practicing divine skills." ”

Fu Dongliu's face was full of joy, and he said slowly: "It's nothing, it's still only the stage of rotation, and the back is still far away." ”

He was happy for a while, so he told the fox bald about his realm, and after saying it, he found that the fox bald looked stunned and didn't understand at all, and said with a smile: "This is the mystery on the book of cultivation treasure you gave me." ”

The fox was shocked, and bowed again: "Congratulations to the master, congratulations to the master." ”

It didn't expect that the book of Xiuzhen Treasure Record that it had bought for 20 wen in the market before had such a magical mystery, and it thought that such a cheap book must be useless, and people were probably untrue when it was rumored that it was a treasure book, but it didn't expect it to be true.

Fu Dongliu's practice of cultivating the True Treasure Record was effective at the beginning, and he laughed and said, "That bird will reward you." ”

Then, with his hands behind his back, he went.

The fox bald bowed again and again: "Thank you master, thank you master." ”

It didn't stop until Fu Dongliu's figure was out of sight.

It jumped forward and grabbed the bird that was still struggling on the ground, flashed its fangs that it hadn't seen for a long time, and cried out viciously, "See that I don't hang you." ”

One bite to the bird's head, but the bird in the life and death of the moment, the strength of the increase is also a lot, snapping a wing just hit the fox's bald eyes, the fox bald pain suddenly let go of the hand, the bird jumped like a run for life to escape, the fox bald covered his eyes, hurriedly chased up, while chasing the mouth and cursed.

At this time, Shou'er under the tree was staring blankly at the place where Fu Dongliu had gone.

For a long time, he didn't start chopping wood, and nothing had ever interrupted him for so long.

And this time, he seemed to be shocked by what he had just seen, and it seemed that there was a huge storm in his heart, and he couldn't help himself, only to reminisce about that scene in his trance.

That kind of power, that kind of power that happened out of thin air, although it was a small scene, fluctuated him greatly.

In the rotation stage, there is still a long way to go.

Treasure of Cultivation.

His hands shook suddenly.

His hands clenched the axe suddenly, as if his fingernails were about to sink deep into the hilt.

He clenched his lip tightly, as if to cut something, and turned back resolutely, raised the axe with both hands, and slashed again.

It's just that at this moment, I worked harder than before.

The imprints of the axe were imprinted on the wounds of the tree one by one, and they seemed to be imprinted on his heart one by one, condensed into four words: Xiuzhen Baolu.

And in the distance, the fox bald finally caught the bird that fled in a hurry, it bit off the bird's head in one bite, the greedy man sucked the blood, made his mouth red, and still freed his mouth to scold a few words while biting, it was very interested in eating, and did not notice that today's Shou'er was very different from the past.

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The eternal darkness seems to have continued, and it has continued, and there is no trace of light in sight, only darkness and darkness in front of you.

I don't know if I was in a coma or asleep before, but after a long time, Xiao Yi woke up, but after opening his eyes, what he saw in front of him was still darkness, darkness, darkness.