The pale white cloud mountain is towering and towering. It is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round. The old people said that there were gods living in this Baiyun Mountain. The clouds and mist here are the fairy spirit left by the gods when they left. Although it is a legend, these simple villagers who are isolated from the world have always believed it deeply.

At the foot of Baiyun Mountain, there is a small village called Yunyin Village, along the mountain. A curved river flows by, raising Yunyin Village's mountain people.

After the heavy snow, the village was covered with snow-white, with smoke rising from the cooking stove, broken earth walls, the dogs who were waving their tails, the ringing of the necks of the cattle to drive home, and the old man sitting on the threshold, half-squinted his eyes and blinking the smoke gun that had followed him for most of his life. All of this outlines this peaceful and uncontested rural scene.

"Aunt San, Uncle Zhang!" The child carried a load and walked through the snowy village road and greeted the people in the village enthusiastically.

"Little frog, come here!" The middle-aged village woman in the village waved her hands with a smile.

The child's surname is Fu and Xiaowa, which is one of the rare surnames. Even the old people in the village don't know where his ancestors came from, and even Qingniu Town does not have the surname Fu. The villagers only know that more than ten years ago, on a snowy night like this, there was an orphan with the surname Fu in the village since then.

"Here, aunt!"

"Please take this steamed bun!" The village woman took out a yellow steamed bun from her arms and stuffed it to the little frog.

"I don't want to leave it, please keep it, I still have something to eat at home!" Xiaofrog pushed the steamed buns over. Although this was a very precious thing for him, he knew that the whole village was not rich.

"Oh, you kid, just take it and help me carry water every day, but this steamed bun is missing!" The village woman forced the steamed bun to Xiaofrog.

Xiaofrog refused but accepted the gift with gratitude. The warm feeling came from the steamed buns in his hand, which spread to Fu Xiaofrog. This is the villagers who have always taken care of him. From the moment he had no father or mother, the villagers became his parents. This family had a ration and a piece of cake. They pulled Xiaofrog to grow up like this. Xiaofrog did not disappoint the hopes of the villagers. Since he was sensible, he knew to use his hands to support himself, and tried his best to not be the burden of the villagers. On weekdays, he actively helped the villagers work. These are his great benefactors. He liked the uncles and sister-in-law here, and he liked the people here, just as the villagers liked him, he had already regarded the villagers as his parents.

"Uncle Zhang, is your waist better?"

The old man at the door smiled and knocked the welding flue and said, "It's much better. Thanks to the herbs you picked on the mountain, although this old problem cannot be broken, it can be found in the ground now. Thank you for your hard work!"

"It's okay, it's a way to go up the mountain to chop firewood. I'll help you pick some today!" Bo Xiaowa lifted the shoulder pole and hemp rope on his back.

"Be careful!"

"Yeah, I'm leaving!"

Fu Xiaowa's thin body disappeared at the entrance of the village and on the mountain road leading to Baiyun Mountain...

The mountains are covered with heavy snow, and the snow shadows are thousands of miles away. A vast snow-capped forest in the vast snow-capped mountains and forests, a goshawk soars in the sky, spreading a clear sound throughout the empty valley.

In this quiet snowy valley, the sound of cutting was clear and clear. As the snow trembled, a branch of tree fell down.

Fu Xiaowa slapped the ice and snow falling from the branches on his head, and sniffed the heat to warm his frozen hands slightly. He has repeated such work countless times, spring, summer and autumn, year after year, day after day.

The valley is still empty, with only the sound of chopping wood echoing, echoing in this valley, carrying the eternal rhythm, and the endless years move forward.

The weather is still cold, and it is cold. Even under the bright sun, his hands and feet still cannot get enough warmth. He huddled the heat from time to time, trying to provide his hands with insignificant heat.

With his skillful movements, he asked him to tie the chopped firewood branches into a load. Yes, he could transport the firewood to Qingniu Town more than ten miles away, and he could exchange for the food he needed.

Weary and hunger are like lingering devils entangled. The physical strength brought by a night of rest cannot recover as much as the thunder sounds coming from the empty stomach.

He gritted his teeth and with extraordinary perseverance, he cut off two firewood and made a load of it. Before the sun sets, he sold the firewood for some food.

After tidying up the firewood, Fu Xiaowa gritted his teeth and struggled to lift the firewood, preparing to carry dozens of miles of mountain road into the town.

"Come here!"

The sound echoed in the valley, which was a surprising sound. In a wild valley like this, it was not surprising to hear the howling of wolves, but it was strange to hear the voices of people.

Fu Xiaowa looked in the sound and on the snowy mountain road, three black figures were as conspicuous as black ink on paper. The three of them were adults and children, which made Xiaowa very puzzled. In such a season, even the hunters in the village no longer went up the mountain, but at this time three strange pedestrians appeared.

A stranger wearing a black cloak waved in the snow. Fu Xiaowa shook his body and walked to the mountain road with a firewood load. Only then did he see clearly the appearance of the three people.

I saw an old man with gray hair and long beards hanging down his chest. Another middle-aged man had long black beards. The child and the little frog were of similar age, but he was very handsome, with a red face and a bright and elegant body. He had a cold expression that was not the same age as this one.

"What do you think of the two uncles?" Xiaofrog put down the cloth shoulder and said.

The middle-aged man asked in a low voice: "Do you know how to get to Yunji Valley?"

When Xiaofrog heard the place name of Yunzhi Valley, he couldn't help but be shocked and said, "This is the forbidden land of Baiyun Mountain. Even the most senior hunters dare not go there. It is better not to go there!"

"Just answer!" It was the child's tender and cold voice.

"What you don't know about Yungu is that it is not a life of death, but a ten-way trip. You should go back!" Fu Xiaowachi persuaded him patiently.

"Little brother said it's okay. I'm prepared for it. You're taking care of it!" the old man said.

Fu Xiaowa shook his head helplessly, and had to point to Shan Lian in front of him and said, "It's ten miles ahead of this snow-capped mountain. The clouds and mists are so terrible that it's very easy to get lost. If you really want to go, remember to set a signpost. If you get lost in this snow-capped mountain, you're not a joke!"

"Can you take us there little brother? We will give you a reward!" said the old man beside the child.

Fu Xiaowa shook his head and said, "The Valley of Clouds is an absolutely forbidden place. No one who enters survives. Rewards are attractive. However, no matter how much money you have, you have to spend it. I just kindly remind you not to go!"

"Thank you little brother for reminding us, we have said goodbye!" After saying that, the three men in black still remained unchanged and headed to the forbidden land of Yunbai Mountain.

Fu Xiaowa looked at the backs of the three of them who disappeared from the end of the snow-capped mountain, shook her head, and still prayed for the three of them in her heart, hoping that they would return to their lives.

Following the road Fu Xiaowa pointed out, the three of them crossed the snow-capped mountains until the depths of the white clouds. Baiyun Mountain is vast and continuous, and the white clouds surround the mountains and never disperse all year round. People enter the mountain without seeing the eyes or knowing the direction.

Standing in front of the mountain, the clouds and mist were confused and there was nowhere to be seen. The elderly elder stroked his beard and said, "This mountain is full of spiritual energy, which must be the source of the treasure. Our clan's ancient prophecy is indeed correct. There will be something horrifying to the world in this northern part of the border!"

The child showed hatred in his eyes and said fiercely: "I found this treasure, and I will avenge my blood sea!"

"Young Master, don't be anxious. This deep hatred will be avenged, but the mountain is indeed extremely dangerous. It is still unknown whether the next trip will go smoothly!"

"How can I stop my journey to revenge?"

"I'm afraid, this trip is probably not just us!" The older old man stared ahead.

I saw a black shadow floating, and finally figured out in the white mist. A masked man appeared: "The old man has such a good ear, and he can even find out that I am around!"

Another middle-aged man said in surprise: "Heisha!"

"It seems that I am quite honored to know someone!" Hei Sha covered his face, but he could also feel his cold smile.

The elderly elder was in amazement and said unmoved: "No one has ever heard of the name of the black and white evil spirits. The black evil spirits are sinister, vicious, vicious, and invisible killing. No one can match the poison technique!"

"Can this be considered a praising?"

"Maybe, I don't know why you came?"

"You don't know this, even the Wuqiu Zhenren has arrived!"

"Saying this, this will be a fierce battle!"

"There will be a time for me in the future, and I will see you in the Valley of Clouds!" Heisha's figure swayed lightly and disappeared into the thick fog without a trace.

"Elder, what should I do?" the middle-aged man said worriedly.

The elderly old man sighed softly and said, "It is a disaster or a disaster, and it is up to heaven to decide!"

The three of them looked forward and the clouds became thicker, as thick as a pot of porridge, with a journey full of blood and killing pokes about to begin...

Qingniu Town, this ancient town still stands under the ice and snow. Today is an amazingly good weather. The sun shines on this town in the middle of winter. The empty streets are bustling with people, basking in the sun, quilts, and chatting at the door. People are enjoying the warmth of the sun in the cold winter. It is hard to imagine that yesterday was an extremely harsh snowstorm night.

To the west of the town, there are crowds and noisy people. This is where the market in Qingniu Town is located. The snow on the ground has been trampled by the market people, and people passing by in the cold are exhaling the heat, forming white mist in the air.

The weather is very good today, and the market is very lively. There are chickens with grass tags, and some people selling bamboo baskets and radish. There are endless hawking sounds. Qingniu Town has tens of thousands of people and goods are easily exchanged here. People who are going to the market are looking for what they need in the market.

In this market, the market trades in various regions, and the vegetables sellers gather in rows, and the meat sellers gather in rows. Fu Xiaowa came to the Chai Carbon Market with a load of firewood. Chai Carbon Market has gathered here all year round, and the Chai Carbon Market has been in the process for a long time. The Chai buyers know that they can buy firewood here.

The Carbon Chai area is surprisingly lively today, and the heavy snow weather has increased the demand for this in the town.

There were many people buying firewood this day, but the ones sold it early. Now there was only one person left to sell it. He was a middle-aged woodcutter. At this time, the woodcutter's place had already surrounded a group of firewood buyers, and the firewood buyers asked for the price.

"Master, how do you sell firewood?"

"Seven cents a duct!" The woodcutter knew that the price was raised at the right time, and he should know that the firewood was only sold for five cents on weekdays.

"Okay, I want it!" A buyer was anxious to rush to pay for the purchase. On this cold day, he didn't care about the expensive two cents.

Seeing that Chai was about to be bought, the people next to him were anxious and rushing to increase the price: "I will pay 8 cents, Chai will sell me!"

"I'll publish nine articles!"

"I'll pay ten cents!"

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In the end, the firewood that cost five cents was usually sold for more than ten cents. The woodcutter's firewood was sold for a good price and left with satisfaction, thinking that he would bring a piece of pork to enjoy when he went home.

An old man shook his head and returned empty-handed, muttering that the firewood was so expensive, maybe his pocket of money was not enough.

At this time, Fu Xiaowa happened to arrive, and the bush buyers crammed over there to catch up with Xiaowa.

"Little brother, how do you sell this firewood!" the old man asked.

Bo Xiaowa looked up and saw that he was a thin old man with a white face, a patch on his cotton jacket, and wrinkles on his face and hands.

"Five cents, uncle, do you want it?"

"Ah?" The old man thought he had heard it wrong and quickly paid for it, "I want it, of course!"

"I'll pay ten cents!" Someone immediately received the price, for fear that others would grab it again.

"I'll pay eleven cents!" Someone immediately raised the price next to him. In this cold day, there were not many people selling firewood. By this time, cheap things were also popular and could not be cooked without firewood rice.

The old man reached into his pocket and took it back. It seemed that the firewood was in trouble again. He couldn't help but sigh. At this time, Xiaofrog said again: "Master, do you want it for five cents?"

The old man was stunned for a moment.

"Do you want it?" Xiaofrog determined again.

"If you want it, of course!" The old man groped out five cents with gratitude.

Xiaofrog took the money, then carried the firewood bank and said, "Where is your home, I'll send it to you!"

"No need to worry, my son is buying vegetables there. I'm waiting for him. I'll just pick it up later!" The old man hurriedly said with gratitude. He found that the child's clothes were torn. With such a heartfelt child, he lived for more than seventy years. This was the first time he met.

"Oh, that's up to you!" Xiaofrog placed the firewood bundle in front of the old man.

"This broken child is stupid. Don't want five cents. I'm sick!" A murmur came from all around, and the disappointed crowd dispersed. `````````````````````````````````````````

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