In the early morning of this day, the sun had just revealed the col in front of the village, and the big head had already walked to the forest in the back mountain, and his thin body was skimming the big thick firewood knife.

At this moment, the big head walked very hard, and his steps were heavy, which formed a huge contrast with the vigorous posture in the forest yesterday.

The big head's legs and arms were tied with a straw rope with a stone weighing more than a dozen catties, and his dark face was calm, and he walked calmly to the northwest of the back mountain step by step.

In the northwest side of the mountain behind Shigang Village, there is a small canyon, there is a waterfall with a drop of nearly ten zhang high, the waterfall is almost a pile of strange rocks and strange stones under the waterfall, the only flat piece is the place where the waterfall falls, a stone the size of a few palms, is washed flat and neat.

It took the big head nearly half an hour to walk to the bottom of the waterfall, his face was still calm, and he didn't breathe, but his forehead was already soaked with sweat.

I glanced at the waterfall more than ten zhang high, and the water fell on the stones below with a "boom" sound.

The big head took off his coat, but did not untie the stone hanging on his body, but walked smoothly to the smoothest stone in the middle of the waterfall, tied up his horse steps, stretched his arms straight, and hung stones on his arms.

Letting the waterfall fall down, the big head just hung the big rock with his legs and arms, motionless.

I don't know how long it took, until I felt that my arms and legs were trembling slightly, and the big head retracted his horse step steadily, exited the small pool smashed by the waterfall, and stood quietly on the grass by the pool, facing the sun.

After standing still for a moment, the big head put down the stones tied to his arms and thighs one by one, took a deep breath gently, felt the increased strength in his body, and was so excited that he wanted to scream, but no one could share it with him at the moment.

The big head got dressed and walked to the forest where the big stone and the sand table were yesterday, his steps were very slow at first, and then the big head's steps became faster and faster, moving quickly between the grass and the stones, and at the end, he became a lightning shadow in the forest.

In the blink of an eye, the big head had already arrived at the big stone where he was sitting cross-legged yesterday, but he did not go up immediately, nor did he sit on the side of the sand table, but walked to a mountain wall at the foot of the back mountain, the mountain wall was bare without any trees, and went straight to the top of the mountain, and the wall stood thousands of miles.

The big head stood in front of the mountain wall, stood quietly for nearly half an hour, and then suddenly knelt down towards the mountain wall, and kowtowed three times solemnly.

Then he got up, jumped on the big rock quickly, and sat down as he had done yesterday, and closed his eyes gently.

It was still noon, and the big head got down from the big stone, sat down in front of the sand table, and still did the same thing as yesterday, strange symbols, blurred lines, all kinds of strange flowers and plants......

In this regard, the big head seems to be addicted to it and enjoys it.

When the sun set on the west mountain, the afterglow of dusk fell all over the village, and fell all over the back mountain, watching the villagers who were rushing to farm work at the bottom of the mountain also came back one after another, and the big head reluctantly got up, still drawing a knife and cutting a bundle of firewood.

"Zhang Yan, don't be in a hurry to leave first, I have something to say to you for the teacher......"

An old voice came abruptly in front of the mountain wall, echoing in the silent mountain forest in the evening.

If there were people in the village, they might have shouted that there was a ghost and fled, but the voice was too sudden, and the old voice carried an indescribable majesty and strangeness.

Hearing this voice, the big head not only did not show any surprise, but showed an extremely excited smile on his face.

Because he couldn't remember how long it had been since Master had spoken to him officially, a year, or two years, or four years, he couldn't remember how he hadn't been excited.

He threw down the firewood, left the firewood knife, and flew down to the mountain wall in three steps and knelt down.

"Master, you finally spoke, if you hadn't used that weird supernatural power to teach me the cultivation method in my mind every day, I would have thought you would be gone......

"Hehe, you kid, do you need to be so excited, who else can teach you the cultivation method every day besides Ouyang Fu and me? Besides, there are many sects in the southwest, in terms of spells, who can compare to me Ouyang Charm Master......?

The old voice was kind and doting, and it was obviously happy for the appearance of the big-headed child.

The words are extremely domineering and imposing.

Thinking back to the beginning, Ouyang Fu saw the big head come to the back mountain to chop wood for the first time, which made him excited, thinking that there was a inheritance, and he didn't want to watch it carefully, but found that his qualifications were really poor and he couldn't cultivate at all.

But later, I found that the first man came here every day of the year, silently chopping wood, never slacking off, rain or shine, this tenacity, this perseverance, but it is rare, and it can be encountered, it can be regarded as an inseparable fate.

Therefore, he began to teach the big head the way of the talisman seal that he was best at, and also taught him the formation and alchemy that he had, seeing that the big head was extremely weak, and passed on him a body forging exercise "Forging Bone Gong", and after the most Lu also gave the big head a name, the single word 阑, Zhang 阑.

Since then, the big head is no longer the big head, his name is Zhang Yan, and only he knows the Tao by himself.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The skinny boy had almost grown into a young man.

In the past five years, Zhang Yan has been cultivating according to his own cultivation method from the beginning, and five years have been like a day, never stopped, and he has never been lazy, which reminds Ouyang Fu that when he embarked on the road of cultivation, he may not have this state of mind.

And the tenacity of Zhang Yan's five years of hard cultivation also deeply touched him, and the state of mind that had been staying at the peak of Jindan was finally loosened, and it was possible to usher in the catastrophe of breaking through the Yuan Infant at any time.

It's just that he is still seriously injured, and the old monster who chased him back then was a formation master.

The old monster couldn't break through his defensive charm, and in his rage, he used a formation to trap the entire mountain.

Ouyang Fu was also trapped inside, although his cultivation was already similar to the early stage of Yuan Ying, but he couldn't exert his full strength, let alone break through the formation, and whether he could survive the catastrophe, it was unknown.

"Zhang Yan, don't come here for these **** first, you may have to survive the catastrophe as a teacher, you can't stay here with your cultivation at all, come back after a few ****." ”

"Master, will you be in danger then?" Zhang Yan asked worriedly, he didn't know what the Heavenly Tribulation was, but he also knew that a fairy-like figure like Master Dao Dao must be extremely difficult to cultivate, and there is no danger at all, it is fake.

"You can go with ease, there will be nothing wrong for the teacher, if the catastrophe can be passed, the teacher may be able to break through this mountain wall and see the light of day again. Zhang Yan, remember a sentence from the teacher: Immortal cultivators, only perseverance, can become a great road. Go for it......"

Seeing that Ouyang Fu finished speaking, he fell silent again and was silent, Zhang Yan could only honestly kowtow to the mountain wall three times, turned around and walked down the mountain step by step.

Zhang Yan walked very slowly, his heart was a little heavy and hesitant, remembering that before he met Master, he was just an ignorant and ignorant little boy in this small mountain village.

When I first met the master, the master was talking to himself through the mountain wall, and he was still stunned for a while, thinking that he was meeting a ghost during the day, but he didn't want to be an immortal inside.

The master lifted a big tree at the foot of the mountain into the air to reveal the methods of the immortals, and he was convinced that he had really met an immortal.

And he was weak at the beginning, and he was often sick, which almost broke his parents' hearts, but now his body has become extremely strong, and he will not let his parents worry too much about themselves at all.

The most important thing is that three years ago, my mother suddenly became seriously ill in bed, and my father rushed to the town on foot and begged Lang Zhong from the town to see his mother.

But the queen of Lang only dropped a sentence, and when the gods came, they couldn't do anything, so they sighed and left.

made his father instantly old because of this, and the family was no longer angry.

At that moment, Zhang Yan remembered the master in the back mountain, maybe the master had a way.

Zhang Yan cried and staggered all the way up the mountain, kneeling directly in front of the mountain wall and begging the master to save his mother.

However, the master did not ask about his mother's condition at all, and sent a bottle of water to him across the mountain wall, saying that as long as his mother drank it, she would be cured of her illness and herself.

Zhang Yan did not doubt it, ran home with the bottle of water, and immediately gave it to his mother to drink when he got home.

And a miraculous thing happened, as soon as the mother took a sip, her face immediately flushed, and after a while, the mother was able to get up and walk, and her body was completely free of disease.

The parents were suspicious, Zhang Yan could only say that the mountain spring he found in the back mountain was thirsty when he went up the mountain before, and he often drank the spring water there, and the minor illnesses in the past are now all gone.

The master gave him the ability and saved his mother, such a great kindness, Zhang Yan secretly swore that when he cultivated the ability, he would repay it well.

Although Zhang Yan has never seen the true face of the master.

But after five years, getting along with the master made Zhang Yan understand that the so-called immortals are actually the same as mortals, they have joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

The master is like those old grandfathers in the village, carefully teaching and selflessly passing on the cultivation method to himself.

In the past five years, from the master's intermittent fragmentary narration, Zhang Yan also saw another door in the world and life, a road to the mysterious immortals.

It also let him know how wonderful and vast the world outside the Dao is.

Master came from a distant Immortal Mountain Gate sect called Qingyunmen.

Master said that if he was allowed to go, he might not be able to reach it after decades.

Maybe it's at the far end of the horizon. Zhang Yan thought so.

So the master told him again, immortals are separated, if you really want to cultivate immortals, you have to go far away, to the gate of the immortal mountain that the world has never seen, and there is no sun and moon in cultivating immortals, cultivators, in the snap of a finger, a hundred years in the mortal world, maybe when you succeed in cultivation and come back again, your parents may be gone.

Zhang Yan asked himself how he couldn't let go.

So he didn't want to leave his parents.

But now, Master's cultivation may go further, as long as Master becomes more powerful and can get out of the back mountain, maybe he can take himself and his family to the place where the immortal is, my parents and sister are here, I can also work hard to cultivate, and my parents don't know how happy they will be.

So yesterday, when his parents brought up the old matter again, and asked him to work in the restaurant in the town, in order not to let his parents worry too much, he could only agree first.

And it will be half a month before my cousin comes over, thinking that at that time, the master would have already survived the so-called heavenly tribulation and walked out of the back mountain.

Thinking like this, Zhang Yan's steps were much lighter, and his mood became happy.