With green mountains and clear waters, fresh air, this is a paradise-like place deep in the mountains. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Surrounded by mountains, there is a crescent-like peak, high in the middle and low at the ends, surrounded by a full moon-like lake. In the middle of the Crescent Mountain, there is a small, ancient Taoist temple. The Taoist temple like a dilapidated house, when it comes to a stormy day, it can be said that it is windy in all directions, and it rains on all sides.

Squeak.. The wooden door of the thatched hut next to the Taoist temple opened, and a young man dressed in a shabby coarse cloth shirt and shorts like a beggar's costume walked out lazily and yawning.

The boy looked fifteen or sixteen years old, his body was slightly thin, and he was average-looking, and he belonged to the kind that he couldn't find if he was not ugly or handsome. However, his eyes are bright and bright, like stars in the night sky, and he looks very spiritual.

"Oh, it's so nice today!" he stretched his waist and squinted at the sun that had risen quite high in the east, and the young man couldn't help but whisper to himself with a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Boy, I thought you were asleep!" an angry scolding sounded, and his voice was slightly hoarse. At some point, a yellow-faced and thin old Taoist priest wearing a shabby robe, messy hair, and a sloppy beard was already standing at the door of the Taoist temple, carrying a large bamboo basket the size of a laundry tub, in which were placed half a basket of wooden blocks of different sizes like black charcoal.

The old Taoist priest casually threw the big bamboo basket to the young man: "Stinky boy, look at the firewood you chopped yesterday, the big ones are big, the small ones are so small, you can't use them at all! ”

The young man who subconsciously reached out to take the big bamboo basket suddenly staggered back a few steps and sat on the ground with the big bamboo basket in his arms, grinning in pain.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, the old Taoist priest who was dissatisfied with the cold snort turned around and entered the Taoist temple directly.

"I'll wipe it! Crush Lao Tzu!" "Laboriously moved the big bamboo basket from his body and put it on the ground on the side, patted the dust on his body and got up The young man, looking at the black charcoal-like wood of the big bamboo basket, he couldn't help frowning depressedly: "Dead old man, it's really troublesome, it's so troublesome to burn firewood, and it has to be a wooden block the size of a baby's palm." ”

The young man who laboriously got the big bamboo basket to the ground paved with a large piece of bluestone not far away, poured the wooden block on the ground, took a large piece of wood, and picked up the dark golden axe on the side with a little difficulty, gritted his teeth and picked up the axe fiercely and chopped it at the wooden block.

The seemingly thin teenager picked up the axe, but the bulging muscle curves on the exposed arms were very obvious.

Disheveled.. The power of an axe made the bluestone ground tremble slightly, but the axe blade was stuck when it was at most one-third of the wooden block.

"Damn, this black iron wood is really hard as iron!" The young man who frowned and stepped on the wooden block and pulled out the axe, took a step back and moved his lower shoulder arm, picked up the axe, and slashed the axe against the wooden block after two empty turns. The strong inertial force directly split the wooden block in half.

Time passed, and before I knew it, the sun was slowly slanting westward, and the young man who finally re-chopped all the firewood was already covered in stinky sweat, and his panting face was slightly pale.

The young man who was half-kneeling on the bluestone ground with an axe in his hand and rested for a while, then threw the axe aside, and dragged the bamboo basket with great effort towards the Taoist temple.

There is no statue of a god in the Taoist temple, and there is only a floating dust enshrined on the ancient god case, and there is not even an incense burner.

The young man dragged the bamboo basket directly to the back hall of the Taoist temple, and as soon as he entered it, he felt a wave of heat rushing to his face.

In the empty back hall, the most conspicuous thing is the one-person high Dan furnace, in which the flame burned out of black iron wood is very hot, making the whole back hall like a steamer.

"Master, the firewood is ready!" the young man said to the old Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged on the futon next to the Dan furnace with his eyes closed.

The old Taoist priest who didn't even open his eyes and sat quietly like a sculpture said in a hoarse and stiff tone: "Go and pick up twenty buckets of spring water from the mountain again." ”

"Yes, Master!" the young man, who had no strength to answer, glanced at the Dan furnace, and then turned around and walked out with a depressed face.

Alchemy?Yunkong said that he had seen a ghost. He was obviously blown up to the point that his bones were gone, but he crossed through inexplicably. When I woke up, I found that I had become a teenager, a strange teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old. Not only did he lose his charming handsome face, but he also became a hard worker.

From the scattered memories of the young man, Yunkong knew that he had been adopted by the old Taoist priest since he was a child, lived with the old Taoist priest in this deep mountain, and practiced martial arts with the old Taoist priest since he was a child. After the thirteen-year-old boy broke through skin training and reached the level of meat training, the old Taoist priest handed over the 'heavy task' of chopping wood and carrying water to him, while he concentrated on alchemy.

The firewood needed for the old Taoist alchemy is called black ironwood, which is a kind of tree that is hard like iron, burns very slowly, but can release high temperatures. There are many such black ironwood trees in the depths of the mountains, but they are difficult to cut down, and it is not easy to split them into firewood, let alone chop them all into the size of a baby's palm according to the requirements of the old Taoist priest. And the spring water, you need to walk several miles of mountain roads to get it, but the consumption of the old Taoist alchemy spring water is still relatively large, usually every day to say less also need a five, six, seven or eight barrels. Therefore, this work of chopping wood and carrying water does deserve the word 'heavy'.

The so-called alchemy of the ancients has always been scoffed at. From the scattered memories of the young man, it seems that he has never seen the elixir refined by the old Taoist priest with his own eyes. And half a month ago, it blew up the furnace once, and blew up the teenager who came in to deliver spring water half to death. Oh no, it should be all dead, otherwise the clouds won't cross it.

Carrying two large wooden barrels on his back, dragging his tired body, walking on the rugged mountain road, although the scenery in the mountains is beautiful, but the clouds and the sky have no intention of appreciating.

I've been in this world for half a month, living a life of isolation like hard labor, either chopping wood or carrying water every day, I don't know when this kind of day is the end, anyway, the sky is enough.

Think about his previous life, as an international thief, he was all in the world's top bustling big cities, and he was free to do so. Even when I was a child in an orphanage, I never had such a hard life!

It's not that Yunkong didn't think about being lazy or even running away, but the old Taoist priest who seemed to be so old that half of his feet stepped into the coffin board was a real master. The strength is not as good as people, and he can only bow his head under the eaves, and Yunkong has no choice but to be a free laborer for the old Taoist priest like he is fated first.

The only thing that makes Yunkong feel relieved is that he is in good health. After all, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, chopping wood and carrying water, and his seemingly thin body is not difficult to carry hundreds of pounds of stones, and his physical recovery is superb, which is much better than the physical fitness he has worked hard to exercise in his previous life.

Yunkong was not in a hurry to fetch water, but first caught a few fatty fish in the mountain stream and roasted them. Although there was no seasoning, free of coarse salt with a bitter and miscellaneous taste, Yunkong, who was already hungry with his chest against his back, still devoured the grilled fish. The fish of this world, perhaps because they grow deep in the mountains, are not only larger than the fish on the earth, but also have better meat quality.

Several miles of mountain roads, back and forth ten times, until the sky was very dark, about eight or nine o'clock in the evening, Yunkong finally picked up twenty barrels of mountain spring water.

Yunkong, who was half tired and died, didn't have the heart to get food, so he casually ate some wild fruits picked in the mountains and dealt with it, then got into the thatched hut where he lived, and lay on the bamboo bed and didn't want to move.

Yunkong, who had been lying down for a long time, gritted his teeth and sat up, sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed, and began to cultivate.

A few days ago, seeing that Yunkong was so tired every day that he seemed to be unable to hold on, the old Taoist priest who had discovered his conscience passed on Yunkong's method of practicing qi, and said that this was an introductory method for cultivating immortals.

Yunkong was slandered in his heart at that time, Ya also cultivated the exercises of immortals, fart, at most it was qigong, right?

However, he couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart, so he still tried to cultivate. However, the tragedy is that this so-called Qi cultivation method of cultivating immortals is not able to get started. Just by sensing the qi sensation at the beginning, it stumped the clouds. This attempt to sense qi, although I vaguely feel a little bit about the so-called 'qi', but no matter how Yunkong tries, he can't successfully induce qi into the body.

Although Yunkong Qi training was not successful, he found that if he tried to practice Qi at night, he would be refreshed and comfortable the next day. This discovery surprised him. It seems that this Qi training method is not useless at all, at least it can relieve fatigue!