The old man who was chopping wood greeted Ouyang Dao with a smile: "You must be tired after walking such a long way. Come in and have a cup of tea. I haven't had outsiders come here for a long time."
After walking such a long way, Ouyang Dao was really thirsty. Seeing the old man chopping wood calling him, he walked into the house.
The wooden house was not big and was very clean inside. There was an octagonal table with a set of tea sets on it and a kettle stewing on a stove in the corner.
The water in the kettle has boiled, emitting thick steam.
Ouyang Dao was not polite and sat down at the table.
The old man lifted the kettle from the stove to the table: "It's better to come at the right time than to come early. My water has just been boiled, just right for making tea."
"Thank you very much."
"Don't worry, brother. The water here is all boiled with spring water from the waterfall in Nanyu Mountain. It is sweet and delicious. The tea is also green tea grown on the tea trees halfway up Nanyu Mountain. I guarantee that you will want to drink it again after you drink it once."
The tea set on the table was rather simple, but after pouring in boiling water, fragrance wafted out after a while, filling the whole room with the aroma, refreshing the heart and soul, making Ouyang Dao marvel.
"Old man, your tea smells so good. Living in this forest is a bit remote, but the mountains and waters are beautiful, and the scenery is beautiful. It is a good place to live."
After the old man made tea for Ouyang Dao, he continued to chop wood.
Ouyang Dao sat at the table, facing the place where the old man was chopping wood.
The sharp axe flashed coldly in the sunlight, almost blinding Ouyang Dao's eyes.
Ouyang Dao liked weapons and usually fiddled with his silver flying knife. He could tell at a glance that the short-handled axe used for chopping wood was not an ordinary axe. The reflected cold light was condensed and did not dissipate, and it also emitted a kind of chill, clearly made of cold iron.
The old man looked weak, but he raised the axe and chopped it down hard, splitting a piece of wood into two pieces. The cut was neat and clean. The old man had good arm strength.
He was surprised and asked, "Old man, how many years have you lived here?"
"No more, no less, forty-five years."
"Oh, do you chop wood every day?"
"Yes, ever since I moved here, I've been chopping wood and splitting wood every day to earn a little money to support myself in my old age."
Ouyang Dao suddenly became alert: "Practice makes perfect, it really is true, old man, your wood-chopping skills are no less than a magic and martial arts master. Your axe is not an ordinary axe, it's a pity to use it to chop wood."
The old man smiled strangely: "You have good eyesight. My axe is made of thousand-year-old cold iron. It's better to use it to kill people than to chop wood."
Just as he finished speaking, the sharp axe in the woodcutter's hand flew out and hit Ouyang Dao.
Ouyang Dao had been alert for a long time. Although the old man chopping wood looked weak, he had amazing arm strength. Coupled with the sharp axe, his identity was definitely not just a woodcutter.
Ding! Ouyang Dao's Silver Moon Flying Knife had already been launched, carrying with it a surging spiritual force, and collided with the short-handled axe. Unexpectedly, it did not knock the axe away. He felt that the axe contained a powerful force, which knocked his Silver Moon Flying Knife out at an angle.
Ouyang Dao did a backflip and dodged the sharp axe.
He had been fighting the demons these days, and his beard had grown a little long, most of which was accidentally cut off by an axe.
He even felt a chill on his chin as the icy blade of the short-handled axe flew past his chin, and his own white beard fluttered in the air.
He was secretly surprised. If he had been a little slower, not only would his beard have been shaved off, but his chin would probably have been shaved off as well.
What frightened him even more was that the sharp axe could spin freely in the hands of the old man chopping wood. Just as he dodged the axe head-on, he heard a whistling wind behind his head, and then he did another forward flip.
The axe, shining with cold light, brushed past the back of the old man's head and flew back into his palm.
The old man no longer looked as frail as before. His back was straighter than that of a strong man. His skin, which had been dry just now, became plump and his body became strong like an inflated balloon.
In the blink of an eye, he changed from a skinny old man into a strong and muscular man with a face full of flesh. He stared at Ouyang Dao ferociously, and there was a pair of horns on his head. He was clearly a strong man from the demon clan.
Ouyang Dao was full of doubts. Was this demon man using a transformation technique? How could he have mistaken him for an old human? If he was dazzled, how could Jiang Qi not have seen it
He secretly hated the demon man for being so cunning, disguising himself as an old human being so realistically.
"Who are you, human or demon? Can you transform?"
Ouyang Dao thought that transforming into a human was an insult to the demons, so the demon man looked contemptuous and said, "Bah, I didn't transform into a human, you are blind, take my axe again and try it."
The demon rushed into the house with a grin on his face and started to chop with his axe. Ouyang Dao dodged the axe by rolling sideways, but the wooden table next to him was chopped into pieces by the axe.
It would be more accurate to say that the octagonal table was not so much chopped into pieces as it was smashed into pieces by an axe, with broken pieces of wood scattered all over the floor.
The sharp axe flashed with cold light, like the line of a poisonous snake, closely following Ouyang Dao and slashing fiercely.
The demon had amazing arm strength, and the cold iron axe emitted a faint cold light from time to time, just like when he was chopping wood just now. He thought it was reflected light, but when he was in the house he realized that it was the cold light emitted by the cold iron axe itself.
This short-handled axe is actually a magic weapon, and the demon has extraordinary arm strength and powerful magic energy all over his body, and his magic martial arts level is at least above level five demon general.
The space in the house was small and Ouyang Dao was nearly hit by the sword. Fortunately, he moved as fast as lightning. He jumped and moved in the house, dodged the sword, broke the wooden window frame from the window, and jumped out of the house.
Picking the sawdust off his hair, Ouyang Dao was covered in dust and breathless from exhaustion. He didn't understand why this demon man first transformed himself into an old human being and then wanted to kill him.
The demon was too big to get out of the narrow window frame, but the big demon used a few axes to chop a big hole in the window of the wooden house and chased out from there.
He asked coldly, "What do you want to do? Do I have a grudge against you? Do you have to kill me?"
"Don't talk too much, you must die."
"There has to be a reason to kill someone."
"There is no reason to argue with you. You are dead."
Seeing the demon man's firm words, although he didn't know the exact reason, he had a vague feeling that it was related to his visit to Nanyu Mountain to look for the military factory.
I heard from the other party that you are all dead, which obviously includes Jiang Qi who came with me.
If it was because of the military factory, then Jiang Qi must have been in danger too
He looked in Jiang Qi's direction with a worried look on his face.
The demon man sneered and said, "Don't worry about your companion. He has someone to take care of him."
Ouyang Dao was secretly anxious, and quickly let out a long howl to the sky to alert Jiang Qi that there was danger.