Zhao Changhe didn't even want to go for the time being as he had a lot of things to do.
The purpose of meeting Yuxu Zhenren was nothing more than to explore the clues of the Heavenly Book. I didn't know how to explore it. I couldn't just ask him face to face, "Hey, do you have the Heavenly Book?" Even if there was nothing wrong, something might happen and he would be beaten to death.
Besides, the Heavenly Book is something that only a blind man can desire. Although I am also interested, I am not that strong. With my current level, I am going to compete with the fourth on the Heavenly Ranking for the Heavenly Book? I might as well just find a cliff and jump off.
But I have already sent out my request for a meeting, and the other party has replied that they are willing to meet me. It is always a bad idea to stand them up.
Zhao Changhe put away the sword blank and the book and walked into the mountain.
Kunlun City is built on the mountain. If you enter the mountain from the west, you will reach Yuxu Peak.
I had done so many things on the mountains before, but those were just the side peaks. The real Yuxu Peak did not allow anyone to enter casually. According to what Yang Qianyuan said before, Yuxu only accepted the great villains whose identities had been identified. The rest who could not be identified, or who were too lazy to go into the mountains and coveted the convenience of the city, lived in the city.
Could this Jade Void Master, who took in evil people and formed a huge evil force, really be the woodcutter with a broad mind? Zhao Changhe was unsure.
There is only one dangerous path into the mountain, which follows the stream. I don’t know how many people have walked along this path.
There was snow everywhere, even on this dangerous road, there was thick snow that no one had cleared, which showed that no one had set foot in this mountain for a long time. But the stream was clear and flowed quietly, without freezing.
There were no guards, and after walking for a long time there was just a vast expanse of space and no sound of human voice.
There is no need for guards. Others dare not enter the mountain casually. The deterrent power of the fourth on the Heavenly Ranking is no joke. If you are not allowed to enter, no one will dare to enter.
Zhao Changhe looked up at the mountain top shrouded in clouds and mist, which seemed to have no end in sight. As he walked slowly upwards, his complicated thoughts gradually dissipated, his mind gradually became clear, and his steps became more leisurely.
What's the use of being anxious? There's no point in thinking too much.
It’s better to slow down and look at the snow on Kunlun and the clouds on Yuxu.
Don't wait until you go back and see Wanzhuang in the future, she will ask: "When you arrived at Kunlun, do you know what Kunlun looks like?"
At that time, I could only be dumbfounded and couldn't answer a single question.
The woodcutter's song that day still echoes in my heart. The mountains and clouds separate me from the shore of the mortal world; when I travel, the world in the pot is vast.
There was a slight chill in the Baihui acupoint of the head, and the Qi from the outside world communicated with the inside, turning into warmth in the body and dispersing it in the wind and snow. The proper cycle of the nine levels of Xuanguan, the transformation of the nature of the Qi from acquired to innate, and the process of cultivation that was still growing bit by bit, had never been experienced before.
There was a slight throbbing feeling in the center of my eyebrows, and there was an indescribable feeling that seemed to be about to burst out, but when I tried to catch it carefully, there was nothing.
This is what is called the finishing touch... You can feel the existence of the next realm at any time.
To put it bluntly, the path to becoming a master is the path of seeking the truth. Whether it is the state of mind, the accumulation and mastery of techniques, or the cognition and understanding of martial arts, it is a process of comprehensive sublimation and qualitative change.
I was indeed just one step short of that.
Before I knew it, I had been climbing for four or five hours, from noon to sunset. I had already climbed very high, but the top of the mountain seemed to be still invisible. The clouds in the mountain seemed to be around me. Looking back and looking down, the mist was thick, like a fairyland.
At some point, the sound of chopping wood came faintly from the front, very far away at first, and then gradually got closer.
Each sound is leisurely and rhythmic.
Zhao Changhe walked slowly, feeling that his steps were unconsciously following the rhythm of the chopping of wood, and then he discovered that the intervals between each chopping sound were exactly the same.
The wood chopping continued for hours, but the intervals were exactly the same each time, to the millisecond, as precise as a machine.
The clouds and mist gradually cleared, and several wooden houses could be vaguely seen in front. The accumulated snow turned into streams, which flowed around the houses and down the mountain.
Zhao Changhe looked at the wooden houses from afar, surrounded by clouds and mist. He felt as if these wooden houses were not built by humans. They just coexisted with Kunlun and seemed to have existed here since the beginning of the world.
Of course it's just an illusion... This was built by humans, but the humans who built it have long since achieved harmony between man and nature, and the way of nature has reached its peak.
Zhao Changhe's eyes finally fell on the large courtyard in the middle of the wooden house. There was a pile of firewood in the courtyard, seemingly randomly piled aside. An old woodcutter leisurely reached out to take a thick wood, swung his knife, and split it accurately in half, then threw it aside and continued to take a new one.
He just watched quietly without disturbing her.
From the beginning to the end, all the movements of the woodcutter seemed to be a mechanical repetition of the last time, but it did not feel like a robot. Each of his cuts melted into the wind and snow, just like the air flowing and swinging naturally. The knife was the wind, and the snow was the knife. Not only was he not a robot, but he was the beauty of natural harmony. However, the wind and snow were clearly not the direction in which he swung his knife, making it difficult to understand how he did it.
Isn't it that the knife melts into the wind and snow, but that the knife leads the wind and snow
But the wind and snow don't change.
Zhao Changhe let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and replayed the actions he had just seen in his mind. He actually felt dizzy.
I haven’t reached that level yet, so I can’t understand… There’s a big gap.
"Snap!" The woodcutter chopped the last piece of wood and threw it away.
The chopped firewood was stacked neatly horizontally and vertically, forming a square shape, as if it had been measured, with the length, width and height exactly the same.
Zhao Changhe didn't need to measure it to know that there couldn't be a difference. This old man seemed to be showing off to himself... Well, to put it in a positive way, was he giving a hint and demonstrating something? But the difference was really a bit big, and it was useless to demonstrate it. The effect of showing off was quite good.
He finally sighed: "Father-in-law, I'm here to have a drink with you."
The old woodcutter stood up and went into the house, saying with a smile, "It's snowing hard tonight, come in and have a drink."
Zhao Changhe followed him into the house next door. There was a stove burning in the house, and it was quite warm. On the stove was a large jar of wine. The old woodcutter seemed not to feel the heat. He picked up the jar of wine and put it on the table. He said with a stern face: "You picked the wrong time. You could have said that it would snow in the evening, and I would have a drink. But it was already snowing when you came, so the good poem is not suitable. I am so depressed."
Zhao Changhe's mouth twitched and his expression became very strange.
You are fucking number four in the world.
These wooden houses are the Yuxu Palace.
The woodcutter took two large bowls, held the wine jar and poured him some wine, saying, "Speaking of which, it should have been you who invited me to drink, right? How come it became my treat..."
Zhao Changhe said: "Why should I treat you? I am a guest after all..."
"If I hadn't reminded you of your inner fire, would you be able to handle the Kungang Flame?"
"Uh..." Zhao Changhe said, "I should thank you, Senior. Do you want me to carry the wine jar up the mountain?"
"is it not OK?"
Zhao Changhe thought about it and said, "It seems possible. I will definitely do it next time."
During the simple conversation, the two bowls of wine were just filled. The woodcutter put down the wine jar and clinked his bowls together: "It's been a long time since someone accompanied me for a few drinks... It's good that you came."
Zhao Changhe asked, "Isn't Senior Thief Saint coming?"
"He doesn't like to come here... Because every time he comes, I can see him suppressing his fingers like they're cramping. He just wants to steal my things, but unfortunately I have three cabins and nothing else. He can't stand it."
Zhao Changhe couldn't help but ask, "It is said that there are many evil people in the mountains. Yuxu Palace is an evil organization. Why is it that only my father-in-law is here?"
"If that's the case, you dare to come and drink?"
"Why not? I, Zhao Changhe, am not a good person either."
"Ha..." the old woodcutter said calmly, "Of course all the bad guys who entered the mountain died... I can't just let anyone in to die without carefully identifying them, don't you think?"
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Could it be that the place that people thought was a refuge for evildoers was actually a pit where evildoers came to die
"Drink." The old woodcutter drank the wine in the bowl and wiped his mouth happily. "Don't ask me what I'm doing here. There's no benefit in asking too much... A young man who is willing to put a coat on me in the snowy weather, I am happy to buy him a drink, that's all. From now on, go where you came from. Your path to becoming a master is not here."
(End of this chapter)