The mountain road winds, the white stretches out, branches hang down from the forest, heavy snow falls to the ground, and a donkey hoof tramples on it, leaving hoof marks.

The bronze ringing ringing echoed, and the old donkey with his mane rolled his tongue to lick the snow among the grass on the roadside.

The three people behind were more than ten steps away, staring at the woodcutter's back, and from time to time they looked at the cliffs outside the mountain road, with snow covered with steep hanging stones. If you look at them in your spare time, there would be some unique scenery.

After following the woodcutter for a while, his tense expression relaxed a little, and he also started talking on the road.

"That woodcutter, with such heavy snow, no matter how much firewood you go out, you are not afraid of falling off the cliff."

In front of the donkey's head, the woodcutter holding the reins turned his face, rubbed his palms, and breathed a sigh of relief: "When the house is colder, you will naturally have to go out and walk around. Go back to get some firewood and keep warm."

After getting a little familiar with each other, the three of them also lowered their vigilance, and the man with a spear in them laughed.

"Haha, it seems that you have a wife and daughter at home, but what's the use of feeding these firewood? It's better to go to the city to earn more money."

"This hero is right, it is good to make more money." The woodcutter pulled the reins and asked the old donkey to walk faster, then patted the hatchet hanging around his waist, "... But when it comes to firewood, when it grows on the trees, sheltered the little beasts and birds from the wind and rain, and when it comes to the ground, she can keep my parents, wife and children warm, and eat three meals a day, how can it be useless?"

The truth is simple, but it always feels strange when it comes to a woodcutter in the mountain.

The loyal Green Forest man frowned: "Is there some truth to us, I wonder who told you?"

"Why do people need words? Anyone who is accustomed to doing things understand." The woodcutter said, holding the old donkey and looking back at the three people who were looking at him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"There is a private school in Lujia Village. After listening to it for a long time, you can also be wise. When encountering things, you will also think about it more, and you will understand many principles."

Walk down a gentle slope in front, then stop and point to the snow-covered forest in front.

"The three of you are here. You can see the mountain road outside by walking through the forest. Walking northwards is Fushui County. You can also see Honglian Temple and Lujia Village in the middle of the journey."

The three of them were also used to walking in the world, so they were cautious in doing things. They immediately bowed their fists and thanked the woodcutter in advance, but still invited the other party to walk along and take them over.

The woods are not deep, and you can walk through them in a few dozen steps. Standing on the edge of the forest, you can see the road next to another mountain below.

‘It seems that the people of Qixia Mountain are simple and very thoughtful.’

The loyal Green Forest Knight looked at the mountain road that the business traveler had walked below, sighed in his heart, and was about to bow to the woodcutter to thank him. He turned around. Apart from his two companions, there was no figure of the woodcutter. Even the old donkey carrying firewood and was gone, leaving only a series of footprints on the ground.

"Where is the woodcutter and the donkey?"

The other two were also looking around. The woodcutter was only two or three steps away. As a man in the world, he had sharp facial features and knew about the movements of the wind and the movements, but he disappeared from under his nose for no reason.

"We were still here just now, why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?"

"Don't talk, listen..."

The warm winter sun reflects the silver-covered mountains, the wind blows as the undulating foothills and winds blow, and singing comes faintly.

"Ride horses and drink the snow in the river... The trees withered into a forest, and look from afar... The snow and flowers are flying in the middle of winter, and thousands of birds return to the forest..."

The vague lyrics were ethereal, echoing in the mountains. The three of them looked at each other and reacted, shouting "Ouch" in one go, then retreated a few steps, looking tremblingly at the direction where the song came, and swallowing a saliva in a gulp.

It was on another mountainside that was a distance away.

"It's the voice of the woodcutter."

"I just arrived here, in the blink of an eye, why did I get there... Could it be that I met a mountain ghost?"

"Go on, it's so scary, let's go."

The three of them pushed each other and ran down the steep slope quickly. The loyal middle-aged man behind him turned around, bowed to the direction where the singing echoed, and then lifted up his robe and chased after his companion.

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The man sang the song in his unique voice. In the jingling of the copper bell, the woodcutter pulled the old donkey and walked from far to near the winding mountain road, passed through the clouds and mists that covered the mud road, and bowed to the cliff in the distance, covered with snow.

Not far from the tree, the raised earthen buns were erected with tombstones. A woman in a skirt and dress with a cloth towel gently wiped it. When she heard the singing, the copper ringtone came over and saw the young man in the green linen clothes and the old donkey over there, she laughed.

"Young Master, are you back so late today?"

"When you meet three lost people, you can send them to the mountain road outside." The woodcutter was Lu Liangsheng. He has not been embarrassed for this period of time. He abandoned his identity in practicing Taoism, went up the mountain to harvest firewood, carry water and farm, and did everything himself, which made the people around him confused, and even did not need magic power in many things. He was completely a handsome young man from a farmer.

Hong Lian took a cloth towel from her hand, wiped the mud spots on the tombstone, and then returned to the thatched cottage there. There was little snow in and outside the yard, and it seemed that it had been cleaned up.

Seeing a broom on the ground, Lu Liangsheng picked it up and put it on the wall.

"You don't use your mana?"

"Young master doesn't need it, so I don't need it either!" Hong Lian wrinkled his nose and took the broom in his hand: "What should I do if I bring it out from home? I want to take it back. What should I do if I lose it?"

"You can say whatever you say, listen to you."

Lu Liangsheng walked to the gate of the yard and slapped the donkey's back: "Go on the donkey."

The woman curled her lips, chuckled and jumped onto the old donkey's back and sat horizontally, watching Lu Liangsheng walking in front with his reins, hanging his feet and kicking under the hem of his skirt, holding the broom and humming a small song gently.

Before going down the mountain, the two of them went to the cave first. Lu Liangsheng asked Hong Lian to wait outside, waved the stone gate and went in, put a few pieces of dry food and water, and cast a warm-up spell on the master who had shivered into a ball. His short body, which was shaking in his sleep, suddenly became comfortable, wrapped in bedding and slept with a bead surrounding the water vapor next to it.

It was the fish demon that NiuTou gathered back then.

I put it on for Taoist Toad, looked at the furnishings, and there was nothing to do, so I came out to close the stone gate again, led the old donkey, and returned to the village at the foot of the mountain. Most of the neighbors in the village gathered in winter were fine. When I saw Lu Liangsheng, who was holding the old donkey and carrying the red lie, I waved and greeted him.

"Liangsheng, is there enough firewood? My aunt still has a lot of it. If not enough, come and get it. Don't run into the mountains without any trouble."

"Enough, these three bundles of firewood can last for two days!"

Lu Liangsheng replied with a smile, greeted the other villagers around him, and led the old donkey back to the fence courtyard. His mother Li Jinhua and his sister Xiaoxian were not there. Lu Laoshi was digging wood under the eaves, but the Taoist lies on the cypress branch and carrying a few pieces of paper.

"Where is the old pig?"

He took the old donkey to the shed, Lu Liangsheng put down three bundles of firewood and piled them up next to him. Hong Lian said hello to Lu Laoshi under the eaves and ran to the kitchen to help with rice washing and cooking.

Over there, the Taoist turned over from the tree to the stone table and jumped to the ground, pointing to the attic.

"I still hold the painting you drew and kissed and touched, so I couldn't even sleep."

"You want it?"

Lu Liangsheng put Chai He down, patted the dust on his hands, looked at him, and his eyes fell on the paper in his hand.

"What did you take?"

"Your apprentice sent it, I have collected it for you."

"Did you help me read it?" Lu Liangsheng took the letter papers, which were sent by Wang Banzai from Chang'an two months ago. He greeted me with a few literary greetings, and the rest were all chattering. Before he finished reading it, the Taoist said, "You are the master, not as good as the old toad. I leave your apprentice and don't care about it. By the way, your third brother has not heard from you for a long time."

The third brother refers to Li Sui'an.

After the Taoist reminded him, Lu Liangsheng remembered that there was no news about Li Sui'an for a long time. When the three of them left, they gave a magic weapon to send messages. They could only be used once. They would not usually use them unless they were important. Qu Yuanfeng and Yuwen Tuo had already used them.

......I guess Li Sui'an didn't encounter any danger. This kid is smart and flexible and should not suffer any losses.

After putting down the letter paper for the time being, Lu Liangsheng returned to the house and wanted to listen to his disciple's voice. He saw how he was outside for so long. At worst, he could make a magic weapon for messaging.

Thinking of it, he took out the jade pendant that he had been left for a long time from the bookshelf, held it in the palm of his hand, and a touch of magic light flowed along the jade circle several times. After a while, it seemed that it was connected to the other side.

"Master?" Li Sui'an's voice came from there.

Then there was a slam and a few bangs, as if they were fighting with someone.

"Is it for your teacher... are you in trouble?"

In the jade ring where the magic light was flowing, Li Sui'an's voice was a little anxious, as if he was fighting with someone while running and moving.
Chapter completed!