"Ouch..."

In the forest, a woodcutter was walking with two large loads of dry firewood, screaming in pain and raising his head.

Putting down the load, the woodcutter rubbed his head: "Strange, is this a peach pit?"

"How come there are peach pits here?"

The woodcutter looked puzzled and looked around carefully, checked the long knife on the load, then took the load and continued down the mountain: "This day... it used to be raining for a year and two ends, but now it seems to be raining?"

"Bang..."

The woodcutter had just walked two steps and was hit on his head again.

"Ouch..."

The woodcutter screamed in pain and did not stop: "It's really evil. In the past, there was no grass here, and there was nothing but dry dry firewood. What's wrong today?"

"Squeak..."

"Monkey, don't be rude..."

As soon as the woodcutter took a few steps, a monkey screamed, and then a person appeared in front of him.

"The immortal..."

The woodcutter had seen Zhang Daoran, and put down the dry firewood and bowed, as if he was relieved.

This is a world of gods and demons, and there are dangers everywhere.

Although there was no grass here before, it was difficult to avoid danger.

Seeing his acquaintance, the woodcutter breathed a sigh of relief.

"Squeak..."

Seeing the woodcutter saluting, Bai Yiyuan also followed suit, and those who jumped up and down also bowed.

I seemed very excited and kept screaming.

“One Source…”

Zhang Daoran shouted softly, his face full of majesty.

Bai Yiyuan immediately became honest and stood obediently behind Zhang Daoran.

“Huh?”

The woodcutter looked surprised and kept observing Bai Yiyuan: "Immortal, this monkey..."

This monkey always appeared in this area before, eating and drinking secretly, bullying children. Every time the monkey appears, it will be accompanied by hunting. The sky and the earth are dry and there is no rain, so life here is not easy.

People have to eat every bite in several times.

The monkeys are in trouble in the village, which naturally makes people deeply hate them.

In the past, the monkey was a wild monkey with white hair. Today, she actually put on a Taoist robe in a good manner. At first, the woodcutter thought it was a white-haired and white-bearded Taoist.

"In the past, Yiyuan did not understand etiquette, but now Yiyuan has followed me to practice Taoism and will not harm you again..."

Zhang Daoran looked at the woodcutter with a smile on his face. Unlike the villagers, the woodcutter was not afraid of Zhang Daoran's identity. He also talked to Zhang Daoran very regularly.

Moreover, when facing Bai Yiyuan, he did not show the same hatred as those villagers.

The woodcutter is very ordinary, but tall and strong. This is obviously different from those villagers who are hungry and weak. Moreover, the woodcutter seems ordinary, but in fact he is introverted by the treasure light, and an airflow in his body automatically operates.

But the airflow is messy and unorganized, and it is not a guide to martial arts.

Zhang Daoran vaguely felt a special aura on the woodcutter.

Before, Zhang Daoran saw the woodcutter, but did not observe carefully, nor did he find this aura. Zhang Daoran became interested in an instant, and he smiled and said, "When the villagers saw me, they all bowed to me, and they were very afraid. Why aren't you afraid of me?"

The woodcutter was a little confused, and he scratched his head: "Why are you afraid of the immortal? I feel that the immortal is a little different from those disciples of the Immortal Sect. Seeing the immortal is very friendly and makes me feel very comfortable..."

Huotong Cave Heaven, but the people here do not call it that, but the Immortal World.

The practitioners here are high above all else, for thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years, and even hundreds of thousands of years. The practitioners have accumulated great power. The spread of faith over countless years has made practitioners almost omnipotent in the eyes of ordinary people.

Moreover, the practitioners here do not distinguish between good and evil so clearly. Many disciples of the Immortal Sect will kill people if they move...

Therefore, for a long time, people have been afraid of practitioners.

This is the information Zhang Daoran got from the way of heaven. When he came to this world, this woodcutter was the only ordinary person who was not afraid of Zhang Daoran.

Zhang Daoran frowned slightly, then stretched his eyebrows: "I saw the villagers here, all of whom were pale and thin, but you were tall and strong. There was no rain here for ten years, and the grain harvest was too low..."

Zhang Daoran could know all this with a change of thought. It was just inexplicably that the mysterious power of this woodcutter blocked Zhang Daoran's investigation.

This made Zhang Daoran even more curious: "Will you go hunting elsewhere? Or sell firewood to make a living?"

In this world, dry firewood is purchased in a pool.

Chopping wood and selling wood is also a kind of business. However, dry wood is too low, making it difficult for the family to eat and wear warmly.

"I don't know that although it has not rained here for ten years, there is a pond in my backyard. The pond has not dried up for ten years. We use the water from the pond to water the fields..."

The woodcutter was very honest: "So, although we didn't plant much land, the harvest was still OK..."

"oh?"

Zhang Daoran raised his eyebrows and suddenly laughed: "I am hungry and thirsty when walking. Can I come to your house to drink a bowl of water?"

Zhang Daoran vaguely felt that the pond was definitely not simple.

The magical strangeness of this woodcutter should be related to this pond. This is just a guess. Zhang Daoran wants to verify it: "On the earth, I can shine on the past and the future in one thought, and there is still something that cannot be understood. In this world, although I can communicate with the way of heaven, I have not fully understood it. Many magical strangenesses cannot be explored..."

"Yes...of course..."

The woodcutter was overjoyed: "The immortal is willing to come to our humble house, this is our honor..."

There is a difference between high and low, and there are two levels of high and low.

In this world, practitioners are above and above, how can they appear at the villagers' homes?

If a practitioner appears at home, it is undoubtedly a very honorable thing. Moreover, when the immortals arrive, they usually fall in love with someone's qualifications...

......

The woodcutter was carrying a load in front of him. These two large bundles of dry firewood weighed hundreds of pounds, and he didn't feel any difficulty on his shoulders. The woodcutter walked as fast as he could, and the road down the mountain did not cause any trouble to him.

Zhang Daoran nodded secretly. Although this woodcutter had never practiced, he had another chance. At this time, his spiritual veins had been opened and he had practiced independently... It is still in the stage of nourishing qi. Once he obtains the skills and practices, he will definitely be able to enter the Tao in a short period of time.

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan picked up a wooden stick and placed it on his shoulder, imitating the woodcutter's walking posture, swaying and entertaining himself.

Zhang Daoran didn't care about him, the monkey had a very strong imitation ability.

Now Bai Yiyuan has opened his spiritual vein again, showing more intelligence and imitation ability, so he is naturally stronger.

In this way, Bai Yiyuan will gradually learn from humans and get rid of the habits of beasts, which is a good habit of imitation.

"Xianchang, Hewan Village is ahead, I live there..."

As he walked, the woodcutter stopped and pointed his hand at the village ahead, with a happy face: "If my mother knew, the immortal prince would definitely be very happy after following me home..."

Zhang Daoran looked up and saw that there was a village just a thousand meters away.

The village is not large in size and the houses are relatively scattered.

If you count carefully, there are only thirty or fifty companies.

Hazy, Zhang Daoran felt a treasure light flashing above the village behind the village... When Zhang Daoran used his eyes and exercised his skills, he wanted to carefully observe what this was, the treasure light disappeared again...

Zhang Daoran frowned and walked towards the village.
Chapter completed!