Zhang Yang sat on the roof of the van and meditated cross-legged all night, slowly opening his eyes the moment the sun rose. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhang Yang remembered that on the Emperor Star, some people would use the power of the stars to cultivate, among which the family surnamed Li had a strange secret method, using the Oriental Purple Qi to assist in cultivation, which could make the cultivation speed soar;

Zhang Yang once wanted to get this kind of secret method, but he had no choice but to keep these two secrets untold, and before he could find a way to get it, he was jointly strangled by the entire Zhuzhou.

"Zhang Yang!" Rhubarb jumped onto the roof of the van and shook the van with it, "Guess what I found!"

Zhang Yang looked at Rhubarb's excitement and couldn't help asking, "What did you find?"

"A big rooster!" Rhubarb pointed to the "ruins" of the stone and earthen houses not far away, and his expression was very arrogant, "There is a big rooster alive!"

Zhang Yang knew that the behavior of this vicious dog could not be measured by common sense, "And then?"

"There's a living person in the village!" Rhubarb looked at Zhang Yang in disbelief, "You don't even have this ability to judge and reason?" I said that there is a live big rooster, which is naturally raised by someone!"

Zhang Yang jumped out of the van, found Zhang Chu, and told Zhang Chu the news.

Zhang Chu was also shocked, the land around Zhangjia Village was deserted, there was no power supply here and there were no fields or the like, I didn't expect that there were still people living here.

Rhubarb led the way in front, and the sound of chopping wood was heard in the distance.

Zhang Chu stood at the door, his footsteps were suddenly stuck, but he was a little homesick, he looked at the earthen wall in front of him, and his childhood memories came out little by little, this house was next to the old house he lived in as a child, and it was the eldest mother's family who once lived here.

Although Zhang Chu couldn't remember the appearance of the eldest mother, he remembered that the eldest mother's cooking was very delicious, and at that time, the fragrance of rice always came to his house from the low wall, and the eldest mother would sometimes invite him over to eat.

"Dad?" Hu Feiwei pushed Zhang Chu, he really didn't understand why Zhang Chuxing rushed here, why didn't he leave, "Look at the old man who chops wood, he looks really strong!"

Zhang Chu came to his senses at this time, and through the open wooden door, he could see that in the corner of the courtyard with scattered leaves, an old man was holding an ax and chopping firewood.

The firewood was large and small, thick and thin, but under the old man's hand, under the big axe with a gap, every piece of wood was cut to a uniform size, and the cross-section of the firewood was very smooth, without a single thorn.

Zhang Chu stared at the old man for a moment, but he couldn't see anyone's shadow in the old man.

And the old man continued to chop wood as if he didn't see the three of them and a dog.

Zhang Yang looked at the axe, looked at the firewood that was standing on the stake, and only felt that every time the old man swung the axe, there were indescribable traces, not like chopping wood, but like dancing, painting, outlining an ink painting that melted into the landscape.

Rhubarb and Zhang Yang glanced at each other, and both a person and a dog saw doubts in each other's eyes, this old man, it always feels that it is not so simple!

They came to Zhangjia Village by accident, it is impossible for a monk to know in advance and wait here, not to mention, how rare are monks on earth?

Hu Feiwei had already arrived in front of the old man at this time, "Uncle!"

The old man continued to chop wood as if he hadn't heard the call, but Hu Feiwei's shadow had already blocked the stake in front of the old man.

Hu Feiwei shouted again, this one was definitely earth-shattering, "Uncle!"

But the old man still didn't lift his head, and continued to chop wood.

Hu Feiwei walked back and waved his hand, "Dad, this old man doesn't seem to have good ears and can't hear clearly!"

Zhang Chu had just taken a step forward when he was grabbed by Zhang Yang's arm.

Zhang Yang shook his head and whispered, "Wait a minute." ”

The old man continued to chop wood, unhurriedly, and the speed and movements were exactly the same, if it wasn't for a real person, it was like a video that had been recorded and played repeatedly.

After the last two firewoods were chopped, the old man put all the chopped firewood together, and slowly stacked them under the edge of the bed in the house, and the bundle was firm, and then he turned his head and looked at Zhang Yang with a cloudy gaze.

"Meeting is fate, let's come into the house and have a cup of tea!" the old man turned his head and entered the house, regardless of their reaction.

Rhubarb was anxious to lip-sync with Zhang Yang, obviously wanting to say "not simple", but it is difficult to distinguish people's lips, not to mention dogs? Zhang Yang can't understand it at all.

Rhubarb glanced at the rebellious rooster lying on the eaves with his eyes closed, and uncomfortably hid his tail.

Zhang Chu thought about it, and still took his sons into the house.

The low earthen houses are just over two meters high, as if you can touch the roof with your hand.

There were very few things in the house, only a wooden table, two stools, and a brazier with charcoal burning, which looked unusually hot in such a small house on a hot summer day.

Only then did Hu Feiwei realize that this old man was wearing a cotton coat from beginning to end, and he didn't seem to notice it just now!

The old man took down the copper kettle that was on the brazier, and took out two broken porcelain bowls from the cabinet next to him, in which were placed two pieces of tea like leaves, and boiled them directly with hot water.

"Uncle, we were originally from Zhangjia Village, do you know what's going on here? Why is there no one in the village?" Hu Feiwei glanced at the so-called tea twice, every bit of interest, and he didn't understand why his father didn't speak when he came in, he couldn't help but ask first.

"Drink tea. The old man pushed the two broken bowls in front of Zhang Yang and Zhang Chu.

Zhang Yang felt strange and weird! What kind of thing is this? This old man's attitude is not ordinary at first glance, he should be a monk, but he can't feel the strength of the other party at all, it can only show that this monk is much stronger than him!

Rhubarb is also lamenting its misfortune, this is really unlucky, how can you always meet monks after meeting Zhang Yang? When did monks become so common and worthless? And this kind of chopping wood has a monk with Dao Yun, it must be a national treasure-level existence, right?

Zhang Yang looked at the bowl of tea, smiled, and took a sip of the bowl, "Thank you for your hospitality." ”

Zhang Chu looked at this "tea" like a leaf, and felt like the one who was teased when he was playing at home, but he didn't hesitate to serve the bowl.

Just at the moment when he was about to drink the tea, the rhubarb paw pressed on the edge of the bowl, "I'll take this bowl for you!"

As soon as Zhang Yang drank this bowl of tea, he felt cold all over, as if he was about to freeze into ice, and his sea of qi was frozen for thousands of miles in an instant!

Rhubarb drank this bowl of tea for Zhang Chu, and the old man put the bowl away.

Hu Feiwei frowned, "What does he mean?"

The old man smiled slightly, "Looking horizontally, the side of the ridge is a peak, and the distance and height are different. I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain. Go ahead!"