Chapter 344 Kunlun Yuxu

Zhao Changhe didn't even want to go for a while, there were so many things to do.

The purpose of meeting Yuxu Zhenren was to find clues about the Heavenly Book, but he didn't know how to find it. He couldn't ask "Hey, do you have the Heavenly Book?" right in front of him, right? Even if he was fine, he might get into trouble and be beaten to death.

Besides, the Heavenly Book was wanted by a blind man. Although he was also interested, he was not that strong. Now with this level, he was going to compete with the fourth on the Heavenly Ranking for the Heavenly Book? It would be better to find a cliff and jump off.

But he had already sent out his request for an interview, and the other party replied that he was willing to meet him. It was always bad to stand him up.

Zhao Changhe put away the sword blank and the book and walked into the mountain.

Kunlun City was built on the mountain. If you enter the mountain from the west, it is Yuxu Peak.

Before, he had done so many things on various hills, but they were just side peaks. The real Yuxu Peak does not allow anyone to enter casually. According to Yang Qianyuan's previous statement, Yuxu only accepts the great villains whose identities have been identified. The rest who have not been identified and who are too lazy to enter the mountain for the convenience of the city will live in the city.

Could this Yuxu Zhenren who has taken in the villains and formed a huge evil force really be the woodcutter with a broad world in the pot? Zhao Changhe was unsure.

There is only one dangerous road into the mountain, which is formed along the stream. I don't know how many people have walked there and formed this road.

There is snow on both sides, and even this dangerous road is covered with thick snow and no one has cleaned it. It can be seen that no one has set foot in this mountain for a long time. But the stream is clear and flows quietly, but it is not frozen.

There are no guards. After walking for a long time, there is a vast expanse of silence.

There is no need for guards. Others dare not enter the mountain casually. The deterrent power of the fourth place on the Tianbang is not a joke. If you are not allowed to enter, no one will dare to enter.

Zhao Changhe looked up at the top of the mountain, which was shrouded in clouds and mist and could not be seen at all. As he walked up slowly, his complicated thoughts gradually dissipated, his mind gradually became clear, and his steps became more leisurely.

What's the use of being anxious? There is no point in thinking too much.

It's better to slow down and look at the snow in Kunlun and the clouds in Yuxu.

Don't wait until you go back and see Wanzhuang in the future, and she will ask: "You have been to Kunlun, do you know what Kunlun looks like?"

At that time, I will only be dumbfounded and can't answer a word.

The song of the woodcutter that day vaguely echoed in my heart. Clouds and mountains separate the shore of the world; when you travel, the world in the pot is wide.

Tianling Baihui is slightly cool, and the external Qi communicates back and forth with the inner Qi, turning into warmth in the body and dispersing in the wind and snow. The nine layers of Xuanguan should have a cycle, the nature of the acquired to the innate Qi is transformed, and it is still in the process of growing cultivation. Before this, I didn't even have a good experience.

There was a slight throbbing feeling in the mud pill between my eyebrows. I felt something that was hard to explain and was about to burst out, but when I tried to catch it carefully, there was nothing.

This is what is called the final step... I can feel the existence of the next realm at any time.

To put it bluntly, the path of a master is the path of seeking the way. 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 really lacked this step.

Unconsciously, I had been climbing leisurely for four or five hours, from noon to sunset. I had climbed very high, and the top of the mountain seemed to be invisible. The clouds in the mountains seemed to have surrounded me. Looking back and looking down, the mist was heavy, like a fairyland.

At some point, the sound of chopping wood came faintly from the front, very far away at first, and gradually closer.

One sound after another, leisurely and rhythmic.

Zhao Changhe walked slowly, feeling that his footsteps unconsciously followed the rhythm of the chopping wood, and then found that the interval between each chopping wood sound was exactly the same.

The wood chopping continued for hours, but the intervals were the same every time, and it felt like the milliseconds were not off, as precise as a machine.

The mist gradually cleared, and several wooden houses could be vaguely seen in front. The snow turned into streams, passing around the houses and flowing down the mountain.

Zhao Changhe looked at the wooden houses from a distance. In the mist, he felt that these wooden houses were not built by humans, but coexisted with Kunlun, as if they had existed here since the beginning of the world.

Of course, it was just an illusion... This was built by humans, but the builders had already achieved harmony between man and nature, and the way of nature had reached its peak.

Zhao Changhe's eyes finally fell on the wide yard in the middle of the wooden house, where a pile of firewood seemed to be randomly piled aside. An old woodcutter leisurely reached out to take the rough wood, swung his knife, and accurately split it into two halves, then threw it aside and continued to take a new one.

He just watched quietly without disturbing him.

From beginning to end, all the movements of the woodcutter seemed to be a mechanical repetition of the last time, but there was no sense of rigidity 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.

But the wind and snow were clearly not the direction in which he swung his knife, which made it difficult to understand how he did it.

Wasn't the knife melting into the wind and snow, but the knife leading the wind and snow?

But the wind and snow did not change.

Zhao Changhe sighed for a long time, closed his eyes and cycled the movements he had just seen in his mind, and he actually felt dizzy.

If you don't reach the realm, you can't understand... There is a bit too much difference.

"Pah!" The woodcutter chopped the last piece of wood and threw it casually.

The chopped wood was neatly stacked horizontally and vertically, forming a square shape, as if it had been measured, with the same length, width and height.

Zhao Changhe didn't need to measure it to know that there couldn't be any difference. This old guy seemed to be showing off to himself... Well, at best, he was giving some advice and demonstrating something? But the gap is really a bit big, and it’s useless to demonstrate, but the show-off effect is quite good.

He finally sighed: "Old man, I'm here to have a drink with you."

The old woodcutter got up and went into the house. He said with a smile: "It's windy and snowy tonight. Let's go inside and drink."

Zhao Changhe followed him into the house next to him. There was a stove burning in the house, which was quite warm. There was a large vat of wine warming on the stove. The old woodcutter seemed not to feel the heat, and he paused with the wine vat in hand. On the table, he said with a straight face: "You didn't pick the right time. You could have said it was snowing late in the day, so you could have a cup of water. But when you came, it was already snowing, and the good poems were no longer suitable. You were so depressed."

Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth 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, poured wine for him with a wine jar in his hand, and said: "Speaking of which, you should have been the one to treat me to a drink, right? Why did it become my treat instead..."

Zhao Changhe said: "Why should I invite you? I am a guest after all..."

"It's not my reminder of your inner fire. Can you cope with the inflammation of Kunggang?"

"Uh..." Zhao Changhe said: "It's time to thank senior. Do you want me to carry the wine jar up the mountain?"

"is it not OK?"

Zhao Changhe thought for a while: "It seems possible. I will definitely do it next time."

During the brief conversation, the two bowls of wine were filled just right. The woodcutter put down the wine jar and clinked the bowls together: "It's been a long time since I had anyone to drink with the old man... It's a good time."

Zhao Changhe asked: "Isn't Senior Thief Saint coming?"

"He doesn't like to come...because every time he comes, I can see him suppressing his fingers with cramps. He just wants to steal my things. Unfortunately, I have three wooden houses and nothing else. He can't stand it."

Zhao Changhe couldn't help but ask: "It is said that there are many evil people entering the mountain. Yuxu Palace is an evil organization. Why is my father-in-law the only one here?"

"If that's the case, you dare to come and drink?"

"Why don't you dare? I, Zhao Changhe, am not a good person either."

"Ha..." the old woodcutter said calmly: "Of course all the evil people who enter the mountain are dead... If I don't identify them carefully, I can't just pick them in and die. Are you right?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Dare you think that the place that people think is a refuge for evil people is actually a pit where evil people come to die?

"Drink." The old woodcutter drank the wine from the bowl and wiped his mouth happily: "Don't ask me what I am doing here. There is no good in asking too many questions... A man who is willing to see the wind, snow and cold weather The young man who puts a coat on the old woodcutter, I am happy to buy him a drink, that’s all. Where you come from and where you go, your path to becoming a master is not here.”