Cang Baiyun Mountain, towering and majestic, on Baiyun Mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist all the year round, the old people said that this Baiyun Mountain once had a fairy to live, the clouds and mist here, is the fairy gas left by the gods when they walked. Although it is a legend, it has always been deeply believed by these isolated and simple villagers.

At the foot of this Baiyun Mountain, there is a small village, named Yunyin Village by the mountain, a small river flows through, raising generations of mountain people in Yunyin Village.

After the heavy snowfall, the village was snow-white, with curling smoke, broken earthen walls, earth dogs running by wagging their tails, the neck bell swinging when the cattle came home, and the old man sitting on the threshold, half-squinting and blinking at the smoking gun pole that had followed him for most of his life.

"Third aunt, Uncle Zhang!" the child carried the burden and walked along the snowy village road to greet the people in the village warmly.

"Little frog, come here!" the middle-aged village woman in the village smiled and beckoned.

This child's surname is Fu, his name is Little Frog, this is a rare surname, even the old people in the village don't know where his ancestors came from, and even Qingniu Town does not have the surname Fu. The people in the village only know that more than ten years ago, there was a snowy night like this, a baby cried, and there was an orphan surnamed Fu in the village.

"It's here, aunt!"

"You have this nest head!" the village woman took out a yellow nest head from her bosom and stuffed it into the little frog.

"Don't want Auntie, you can keep it, I still have food at home!" the little frog pushed over the nest, although this was a very precious thing to him, he knew that the whole village was not rich.

"Alas, you child, you can take it, help my family carry water every day, and you still have this nest head!" the village woman insisted on stuffing the nest head to the little frog.

The frog couldn't refuse, and accepted the gift gratefully. The hot feeling of the nest head in his hand was transmitted to Fu Xiaowa's heart. This is the village people who have been taking care of him, from the moment he has no father and no mother, the village people have become his father and mother, this family has a mouthful of food, that family has a piece of cake, so the little frog grew up, and the little frog did not live up to the hope of the villagers, from the sensible to know that he used his own hands to support himself, try not to become the burden of the village people, on weekdays to actively help the village people work, these are his great benefactors, he likes the uncle and sister-in-law here, he likes the people here, just as the same people in the village like him, he has long regarded the village people as his parents。

"Uncle Zhang, is your waist better?"

The old man at the door smiled and knocked the welding flue and said: "It's much better, thanks to the herbs you picked in the mountains, although this old problem can't be broken, now it can go to the ground, thank you!"

"It's okay, anyway, it's a way to go up the mountain to chop wood, I'll help you pick some more today!" Bo Xiaowa carried a flat pole and hemp rope on his back.

"Be careful!"

"Well, I'm leaving!"

Fu Xiaowa's thin body disappeared at the entrance of the village and disappeared on the mountain road leading to Baiyun Mountain......

Heavy snow covers the mountains, snow shadows are thousands of miles, and a goshawk soars in the sky, spreading a clear sound throughout the empty valley.

In this secluded snowy valley, the sound of felling was crisp in the ears, and with the trembling of snow, a branch of a tree fell in response.

Fu Xiaowa slapped off the ice and snow that fell from the branches on his head, and took a breath of heating to warm his cold hands slightly. Work like this, he has repeated countless times, spring, summer, autumn, year after year, day after day.

The valley is still empty, only the sound of chopping wood echoes, echoing in this valley, with the eternal rhythm, the years that never stop.

The weather is still cold, cold to people's hearts, even under this bright sun, the hands and feet still can't get enough warmth. From time to time, he snorted hot, trying to deliver the insignificant heat to his hands. ...,

With skillful movements, he tied the chopped firewood into a load, yes, this firewood was transported to Qingniu Town, more than ten miles away, and he could exchange it for the food he needed.

Exhaustion and hunger are like a lingering devil, and the body brought by a night's rest is less than the thunder of an empty stomach.

He gritted his teeth, and with extraordinary perseverance, he cut down two firewoods and tied them into a load, and he sold them in exchange for some food before the sun went down.

After arranging the firewood, Fu Xiaowa gritted his teeth, struggled to pick up the firewood, and prepared to carry dozens of miles of mountain roads into the town.

"Boys over there, come here!"

The sound echoed in the valley, it was a surprising sound, and in a wilderness valley like this, it was not surprising to hear the howl of wolves, but it was strange to hear its human voice.

Fu Xiaowa followed the sound and looked, on the snowy mountain road, three black figures were as conspicuous as black ink on paper. Two of these three people are adults and one is a child, which makes the little frog wonder, in a season like this, even the hunters in the village have stopped going up the mountain, but at this time there are three strange pedestrians.

A stranger in a black cloak waved in the snow, Fu Xiaowa swayed his body, carried the firewood and swayed to the mountain road, and only when he approached him did he see the appearance of the three people clearly.

I saw an old man with gray hair, a long beard hanging down his chest, and another middle-aged man with a long black beard, among which the child and the little frog were of the same age, but they were born handsome, their faces were red in protein, and they were dressed in brocade clothes, but they had a cold expression that was not similar to this age.

"What are the two uncles talking about?" said the little frog as he put down his firewood.

The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice, "Little brother, do you know how to go to the Valley of Clouds?"

Hearing the name of the Valley of Clouds, the little frog couldn't help but be surprised: "This is the forbidden land of Baiyun Mountain, even the most senior hunters dare not go there, it is better not to go!"

"Just answer!" it was the child's voice with tenderness and indifference.

"The danger of Yungu, you don't know, it's not nine deaths, but ten years and no return, you should go back!" Fu Xiaowa Chi persuaded patiently.

"Little brother Dan said it's okay, I'll come prepared, you are too careful!" the old man said.

Fu Xiaowa shook his head helplessly, so he had to point to the mountain in front of him and said: "Over this snow-capped mountain to the front of more than ten miles, the clouds and mist here are heavy, it is very easy to get lost, a few people really want to go, remember to do a good job of signposting, getting lost in this snow-capped mountain is not a joke!"

"Little brother, can you take us there, and we will reward you!" said the old man beside the child.

Fu Xiaowa shook his head and said: "The Valley of Clouds is an absolutely forbidden place, no one who enters survives, the reward is attractable, but no matter how much money you have, you have to have a life to spend, I just kindly remind you not to go!"

"Thank you, little brother, for reminding us, we're leaving!" After the three black-clothed men finished, they still kept their itinerary unchanged and went to the forbidden place of Yunbai Mountain, Cloud Valley.

Fu Xiaowa looked at the backs of the three of them who disappeared into the end of the snowy mountain, shook his head, and prayed for the three people in his heart, hoping that they would return with their lives.

According to the path pointed by Fu Xiaowa, the three of them crossed the snowy mountains until they reached the depths of the white clouds. Baiyun Mountain, vast and continuous, white clouds surround the mountains all year round, people do not see the front of them when they enter the mountain, do not know the direction.

Standing in front of the mountain, the clouds and mist were confused and there was no place to go, and the old man stroked his beard and said: "This mountain is full of aura, it must be the source of the treasure, the ancient prophecy of our clan is really right, there will be something terrifying in this northern place!"

The child's eyes showed hatred, and he said fiercely: "If I find this treasure, I will revenge the blood sea if I have no heart!"

"Young master, don't worry, this deep revenge will be avenged, but this mountain is indeed extremely dangerous, whether the next trip will be smooth, it is still unknown!"

"Sword mountain and sea of fire, how can you stop my path of revenge!"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's not just us on this trip!" the older man stared ahead.

I saw a black shadow floating, and finally in the white mist, a masked person appeared: "The old man has good ears, he can even detect me around!"

Another middle-aged man exclaimed, "Black Evil!"

"It seems that the old man is still known, what an honor!" the black face was covered, but he could also feel his cold smile.

The old elder was shocked, and said unmoved: "Who doesn't hear the name of black and white, black evil, ruthless, vicious, invisible, and unmatched with poison!"

"Is that a boast?"

"Perhaps, I don't know why Your Excellency is here?"

"You don't know about it, even the real people of Wuqiu have arrived!"

"So it's going to be a tough fight!"

"There will be a period in the future, see you in the Valley of Clouds!" the black figure swayed lightly, disappearing into the dense fog without a trace.

"Elder, how can this be?" the middle-aged man said worriedly.

The elder sighed lightly and said, "Whether it's a disaster or a disaster, it's up to heaven!"

The three of them looked ahead, and the clouds became thicker, as thick as a pot of porridge, and the journey full of blood and killing was about to begin......

Qingniu Town, this ancient town still stands immortally under the ice and snow, today is a surprisingly good weather, the sun shines on this town in the middle of winter, the empty streets are lively, basking in the sun, drying quilts, gossiping at the door is common, people are enjoying the warmth of the sun in the cold winter, it is hard to imagine that yesterday was an extremely bad blizzard night.

To the west of the town, the crowd is crowded and lively, which is where the market of Qingniu Town is located. The snow on the ground has been trampled into mud by the crowds, and the people who are walking through the cold are exhaling hot air, which turns into a white mist in the air.

Today's weather is very good, the market is very lively, there are chickens with straw labels, there are people who sell bamboo baskets, the sound of selling is endless, the population of this Qingniu Town is tens of thousands, the goods are easy to change here, the people who rush to the market are looking for what they need in the market.

Fu Xiaowa came to the charcoal store with a firewood burden, and the firewood and charcoal sellers gathered here all the year round, and the firewood buyers also knew that they could buy firewood here.

Today's firewood area is surprisingly lively, and the heavy snow weather has increased the demand for this in the town.

There are a lot of people who buy firewood on this day, and the firewood sellers are sold out early, and now there is only one person left to sell, that is a middle-aged woodcutter, and the woodcutter at this time has already surrounded a group of firewood buyers, and the firewood buyers have asked the price.

"Master, how do you sell firewood?"

"Seven cents a load!" Uncle woodcutter knew that the price would increase at the right time, and he knew that this firewood only sold for five cents on weekdays.

"Okay, I want it!" A buyer was in a hurry to pay for the purchase, and on this cold day, he couldn't care about the expensive two pennies.

Seeing that the firewood was about to be bought, the people next to him hurriedly increased the price: "I will pay eight cents, and the firewood will sell me!"

"I'll make nine articles!"

"I'll make ten articles!"

......

......

In the end, the firewood that usually costs five cents was sold for more than ten cents, and the woodcutter's firewood was sold at a good price, and he left satisfied, thinking that he would bring a piece of pork to enjoy when he went home.

An old man shook his head and returned empty-handed, muttering that this firewood was so expensive, maybe he didn't have enough money in his pocket.

At this time, Fu Xiaowa happened to come, and the firewood buyers crowded over there hugged Xiaowa's side.

"Little brother, how do you sell this firewood!" the old man asked.

Bo Xiaowa looked up, this was a thin old man, his face was full of mulberry, the cotton jacket on his body was patched, and wrinkles were all over his face and hands.

"Five cents, uncle, do you want it?"

"Huh?" the old man thought he had misheard, and hurriedly took out the money and said, "Yes, of course!"

"I'll make ten articles!" Someone immediately put the price in place, for fear that others would grab it again.

"I'll give out eleven papers!" Someone next to him immediately raised the price, in this cold day, there are not many people who sell firewood, and at this time, cheap things are also hot goods, and rice cannot be cooked without firewood.

The old man stretched out his thin hand in his pocket and took it back, it seemed that this firewood was useless, and he couldn't help sighing, at this time the little frog said again: "Uncle, five cents, do you want it?"

The old man was stunned for a moment.

"Do you want it?" the frog said again.

"Yes, of course!" the old man gratefully groped for five cents.

The little frog took the money, then picked up the firewood and said, "Where is your home, I'll send it for you!"

"Don't bother, don't bother, my son is shopping for vegetables over there, I'm waiting for him, just bring it back by myself later!" the old man hurriedly said with a grateful face, he found that the clothes on this child's body were in tatters, there was such a hearted child, he had lived for more than seventy years, this was the first time he had encountered it.

"Oh, that's up to you!" said the frog as he placed the firewood in front of the old man.

"This broken child, stupid, don't ask for five out of ten, you're sick!" suddenly there was a murmur from all around, and the disappointed crowd dispersed in a hurry. '''''''''''''