The power of a sword is enough to destroy cities and pass through barriers. It draws a huge arc across the entire world, passing through countless countries without fear. It is like a giant spirit startling a giant, and it hits the Nangong Mountain protective formation, shattering it in an instant. Hundreds of heavenly objects.
Under the majestic power, the entire Nangong Mountain trembled, almost knocking the dial in Qian Yin's palm to the ground, and a huge strong wind hit them head-on, ruffling their hair. The great formation of Nangong Mountain was roaring with this sword, and the strong wind outside the mountain poured into the mountain in an instant.
The scholar stood still, with a calm face. He didn't seem to care that the formation was broken by a sword. He smiled thoughtfully and said, "It's better to talk like this. The distance between the formation and the formation is just like the heart is separated from the belly. There is always something to rely on. , His words were not honest.”
"I have enjoyed the first two banquet dishes," the old man said with the same smile. It was like an old friend reunited, and there was no hint of politeness. "So I came here with a gift. It is not out of place to come. With such a young man on the mountain, I expect Wu Shuang will have a lot of peace of mind."
Liu Qing nodded, "Senior, you are very polite. I, this junior, deserve this. If you want to make Master worry-free, you must entertain the guests well. Only then can you be said to be barely worthy of the word worry-free."
The old man looked strange and asked tentatively, "Are there any dishes left?"
"There should be." The scholar smiled.
There are layers of forests at the foot of Nangong Mountain, and the rosewood trees are lush and green. After the branches are cut flat, they are all high-quality wood. The tables, desks, chairs, cabinets, and even pen mountains in the homes of many imperial officials are all made of rosewood. The wood has a soft fragrance, and It is as delicate and moist as ink when touched, and it is an excellent wood. Every year as summer approaches, many of these fine trees grow. Naturally, countless woodcutters come from hundreds of miles away to collect firewood and cut trees. Although it is a bit busier, if they put in the effort, they can indeed make a fortune over the years. A substantial family fortune.
This year is even more true. The sky is smooth and the temperature is just right. So the woodcutter came earlier. Just last night, five or six new woodcutter came. Most of them were carrying knives and filing hatchets. There was only one The old man, who was not young at all, was carrying only a broken ax with an ax handle that was polished until it was as black as ink and a mountain knife on his back. He staggered into the forest and was about to chop down two rosewood trees in the dark. He was killed by a nearby woodcutter. Only when her husband stopped her did she stop angrily.
Trees cannot be cut down at night. This was originally a rule set by the woodcutter here in the early years. Not to mention the slow progress, and many people found a place to lie down at night. They could make do with bushes and soft grass for a night. Rosewood is not light. Well, if it was hit directly on the forehead, I'm afraid it would knock the life out of my life. Moreover, the sound of the axe's chopping was so loud that it would inevitably disturb other people's rest and sleep. Therefore, most of them would not move around at night. Rest in the forest.
Although the old man broke the rules and was even more disrespectful, two young woodcutters still came forward and explained to the old man in detail the customary sayings here without any complaints.
They are all hard-working men with fingers stained with blood, dirt, and dirt. No one can boss them around, and they are not willing to be serious with an old man who is still working hard outside in his dying years. It is inevitable that he feels sympathy for the same thing. Think about it again. If I rely on this skill, If you can't earn a living, you may end up in such a bleak situation when you get old, which makes you feel even more miserable.
Today, the old man got up very early, but there were already two or three woodcutters here and there who woke up, chewing a piece of tender grass with sweet roots and moist leaves in the spring. They were still a little reluctant out of spring sleepiness and laziness. After getting up, they saw the thin old man approaching with an ax. They all looked at the old woodcutter with some intention of watching the excitement.
Chopping firewood and cutting trees is a laborious job. It is not easy for the woodcutter in their prime. They often lift and lower the ax hundreds of times a day. When it gets dark, the woodcutter who is new to the industry, even if he is just a It is difficult to hold the bowl and chopsticks while eating. This is a profession that an old man cannot do.
But despite the slightly obscured gazes of several people around him, the old man still pulled out the short ax from his waist and gently swung it through the forest in front of him.
Several woodcutters around him looked joking, but then their exclamations were stuck in their throats.
The frail old man just swung the ax in his hand, and thousands of lush forest trees were cut off from their roots. However, the trees did not fall, and slowly fell to the ground, like pillows on clouds and cotton, without the slightest sound.
"My whole life, I just like to chop wood and chop trees. Although it can't be called an act of mercy, every time I cut down one tree, I will plant two more trees later. But now I have something important to do, so I can't do this job of planting trees. I'll leave it to you to wait, okay?"
Then the old man jumped up and stepped forward. Without waiting for the woodcutter to speak, he jumped straight up to Nangong.
"It's better to show off in front of everyone. Don't show off the mountains and show off the water. Just like the old cow nose, hide in the mountains all day long. Isn't it a waste of practice after spending so many years?" The old woodcutter was obviously in a good mood, so he put another shot in the air. With the short ax in his hand, he flew out and flew straight to the top of Nangong Mountain.
An ax cut off the mountain waves and Rong stepped down the hill.
When the latter went to use his tactics to meet him again, the old python turned around with the hatchet, and in an instant it was returned to the old woodcutter's hands. He continued to hold on to it, and when the momentum was at its peak, he came out with another axe.
Shantaorong raised his palm to meet him, but was knocked back twenty or thirty feet by the extraordinary power contained in the short axe. His feet suddenly jumped into the air, and he was able to stop his retreat.
The boy and Poison Master looked at each other with horror.
In today's world, only the Five Absolutes are tyrannical, let alone Shantaorong, who is the leader of the Five Absolutes. In the past few decades, who can force him to retreat twenty or thirty feet?
But now this old woodcutter, whose appearance and clothing are of inferior quality, uses the power of two axes to forcefully drive back the Shantaorong. It has nothing to do with magic, let alone magical powers. It is just a very simple two axes. It is not like It is to separate the top and bottom of the world-shaking Five Ultimate Hands, but it is like trying to chop down a tree loosely.
When the ax arrives, the people retreat, and then the air wave rises with the sound of explosion.
Above Nangong Mountain, there seems to be a roar from God.
"I tell you, boy, next time when you fight with your friends, don't talk about those who have something or not, just say hello directly to the head. Isn't it helpful to talk too much?" The woodcutter fell in front of the scholar and curled his lips. He gave Qian Yin a chestnut, waved his hand impatiently and said, "I've already come right in front of you, why don't you make room for me? It's in vain that I ran all the way to where you are at Nangong Mountain, and there are still people on the way. By the way, I cleaned up several batches of mosquitoes that came to Wu Shuang after hearing the news, so go and stay there."
Qian Yin had not yet come to his senses. He was shocked by the old woodcutter's extraordinary skills, but he was hit on the head by a chestnut. He was even more suspicious. However, he saw that the senior brothers aside had no objections, so he could only sigh. Turn around and make room for the ragged old man.
But even though the old man was sitting down cross-legged, he was still uneasy at all. He shouted to the old man who was shaken not far away, "Since you are here for a banquet, let me ask you, does my axe taste good?"
