Under the firmament, above the vast land, only the majestic Zhongnan has been majestic for thousands of years, and under the majestic pressure, the scattered hills around it are only guarded by the stars like the moon. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Therefore, according to the old legend, there are no mountains in the land of central and southern China, and Pangu has opened the world, although there are peaks and peaks, but there is no such towering clouds and snow all year round.

Later, the Gonggong was angry, and Nuwa wanted to quarry stones to make up for the sky, but the colorful stones were difficult to practice, and the people in the world were afraid that they would be flooded by the water of the Tianchi without waiting.

When this was urgent, there were scattered cultivators who did not hesitate to scatter their own cultivation and use the power of the flood to return from the South China Sea to move mountains to this place to support the zenith that was about to fall, so that Nuwa was able to make up for the sky.

However, the return to the ruins is not a mortal land, even if the scattered cultivation of the divine residence is vast, but it is not easy to fight against the power of the ruins with one's own strength, and it is not far away to move mountains here, the sky has to make up, but the divine power is difficult to recover.

Sanxian originally wanted to invite Taoist friends to remove the mountain, but he heard the villagers insulting Gao Shan.

"Why are there mountains that obstruct access, why are there mountains that crush the wheat in the garden, why are there mountains that crush the sleeping parents, wives and children at home? ”

Sanxian did not expect that he would harm the people in order to save the people of Li and cause such a disaster to Zhongnan. There is not much left of cultivation, and under fatigue, he hurts his heart and lung meridians due to infinite repentance. I was very sad and made a great wish to ensure the peace and happiness of the people here for ten thousand years, and then sat down in the mountains in the south of the country. And the Zhongnan Mountain has this past, and no one has touched the gods of all parties, so it has been erected on the ground for thousands of years!

"Zhang Dazhao, come and work, you have heard the story of the third uncle a hundred times, and you are still so engrossed, you can't finish it, go home and see how your father cleans you up!"

"Come on, come on, 'white rice', the story of the third uncle is so interesting, I will be fascinated once I listen to it, but you don't understand it, and you still say it's boring! ”

While talking, the footsteps did not stop, and several half-grown children scattered as birds and beasts, each picking up a firewood knife and chopping wood, and the direction of running was the direction of the child who interrupted everyone listening to the story before.

From a distance, it is an ordinary young man under the South Mountain, and there is nothing out of the ordinary. The washed white coarse cloth shirt covers the body, and the hair is casually tied in a boy's bun, if you have to talk about the appearance of a boy, the deep-set eyes and the bridge of the nose are probably the biggest features.

Zhang Dazhao, the leader, is the little leader of this group of children, with his sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong arms, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and tiger head and tiger brain, which looks full of spirituality, as if he has been nourished by the aura of Zhongnan Mountain since childhood, and he looks like a child king.

In the laughter and chase, a group of children ran to the small mountainside of Zhongnan Mountain, although they were still playful, they no longer dared to delay the progress of chopping wood. This Zhongnanshan firewood is a special product within a radius of 100 miles, especially the black wood, as the name suggests, the black wood, sink into the water, although it is inconvenient to ignite but very resistant to burning, steaming a large pot of steamed buns only needs to add firewood once. It is rare that the growth rate is not slow, and the seedlings can become firewood in one year and two years, but it is long to become a firewood, so as to become the best player in firewood.

However, although the firewood is good and it is difficult to cut the tree, the hardness of the black wood is very great, and a knife can shake the tiger's mouth numb, and the general child needs to rest for a week to cut the black wood for a day before daring to cut it for the second time. But this matter is an exception for Fan Baimi and Zhang Dazhao.

Zhang Dazhao has a tiger on his back, and with brute force, he can cut it every other day. The even more terrifying Fan Baimi, who had no physical advantage, knew for the first time that the price of ebony wood was three times that of ordinary firewood, so he simply relied on one breath to cut two bundles.

The next day, Fan Baimi did not come, and when everyone thought that he was resting due to a hand injury, this person appeared with sackcloth wrapped in his hand, and under the stunned eyes, he slowly grinded out two small bundles of black wood.

On the third day, Fan Baimi still didn't come, and everyone felt that he had to rest today no matter what, and when they went to the mountain, they found that he had started work early, and the blood was infiltrating the linen, and he was still cutting the black wood. In the eyes of the little friends, Fan Baimi harvested two bundles of black and heavy wood.

On the fourth day, two bundles of black wood...

On the fifth day, two bundles of black wood...

The sackcloth on his hand became thicker and thicker at first, and then thinner and thinner, until finally he could cut two large bundles without sackcloth.

There were people who wanted to cut every day like Fan Baimi, and then some people didn't arrive for five days, some people didn't arrive for seven days, and some people didn't dare to come after a month of rest.

Since then, the friends have never looked at Fan Baimi differently. In the past, because he had no father and mother, he was excluded in various ways, and later he was envious, jealous and admired; in the past, he took turns to bully Zhang Dazhao when he was away, but now he enjoys the same treatment as Dazhao, all kinds of rhetoric and all kinds of flattery...

After a period of hustle and bustle, they each completed today's task and took up the firewood and went home.

The sunset hangs obliquely, the birds return, and the carefree teenagers go down the mountain in groups to carry firewood, chattering, and it is very lively.

Suddenly, Zhang Dazhao, the leader, noticed something unusual.

The noisy birds disappeared in an instant.

The sound of frogs and cicadas also disappeared suddenly.

For a moment, it seemed that the surrounding area had become a death zone, and suddenly there was a vague dangerous aura in the air, and a life taboo suddenly appeared.

Wandering in the Central and South Mountains all year round, and most of their ancestors hunted for a living, Zhang Dazhao and a group of boys had a natural instinct for danger. Immediately they all stood still, and then one by one the cats rose to their feet, hunched their waists, and carefully moved to the surrounding hiding places, while looking around.

I didn't have to wait long for the Lord to appear. Since the surrounding creatures had long since fled and disappeared, the silence was evident against the background. First there was a continuous rustling sound from far and near, and then there was the crackling sound of dead wood branches and leaves being crushed. Zhang Dazhao, who was in front of him, glanced at it, quickly put his fist into his mouth, and slowly looked back at everyone with a frightened face.

Under the gaze of his companions, he was already sweating profusely after using his movements and mouth shape to express that it was a giant python three feet long and thigh-thick.

Zhang Dazhao refused in his heart, the python was more difficult to deal with than the tiger wolf, so the original idea of picking up the cheap disappeared immediately, and he couldn't wait to have wings on his back and fly away from here. But fortunately, I have heard the third uncle say that when you meet a python on the road, you don't talk or disturb it, just let it go, unless you are attacked, you will basically not take the initiative to attack humans.

It's a pity that what should come will always come, never transferred by personal will, and the python still attacked them. The reason is very simple, the python crushed a large dead branch when it approached, and the sound was louder, which startled a kid. The already tense atmosphere made him collapse instantly, grabbed the firewood knife and shouted and cut it!

This can't be done, that small body is estimated to be not enough for the giant python to strike, I am afraid that I can flatten and rub the circle at once, as the leading brother, Zhang Dazhao has to come forward, otherwise the team will not be able to bring it in the future. Before the python could turn around, he threw the kid out, but he couldn't help but rush to the python!