Chapter 1375 Visitors From the Mountains (2nd Update!)

The majestic mountain stands tall, with clouds like silk surrounding its waist.

The sun is so bright that it looks like the sky...

With a sad look on his face, Qi Zhuan ran up the mountain little by little, carrying firewood on his back.

Everyone said that gods are good, but Qi Zhuan didn't feel it at all.

Three years have passed since he came to this Fangshan Gate.

At first, Qi Zhuan was still wondering whether this was a test from his ancestor.

Just like the man in the book who chopped firewood and poured water three years later, he was able to impart great supernatural powers.

But stories are probably just stories after all.

The livelihood of chopping firewood and pouring water has all disappeared, and they have all been experienced.

But he has not seen any trace of that so-called great supernatural power until now.

Perhaps the only difference from Yamashita is:

The mountains are high and the roads are dangerous, and there are many precepts in the temple. Naturally, it is impossible to raise cattle and sheep.

Qi Zhuan felt that he was freed from the errand of serving animals.

Otherwise, it is not difficult for Qi Zhuan to deduce that such shameful things will definitely happen to him.

After all, compared to his fellow disciples, he was the only one who had no following.

If the founder hadn't gone to the foot of the mountain to perform rituals and happened to meet him who was about to starve to death, what happened next would not have happened.

Carrying firewood together, they finally found a relatively flat place on the mountainside.

He put down the firewood and prepared to take a rest.

Carrying the firewood on his back to look at the center in one breath, considering his current body, it is not something that is bound to be impossible to accomplish.

But I was exhausted.

When the time comes, if you are forced to do chores by your senior brother again, won't you be asking for trouble?

Qi Zhuan exhaled and wiped the sweat from his face.

Then when he saw the pattern on his wrist, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

On Qi Zhuan's wrist, there is a dark oval pattern, with scale numbers crookedly but clearly drawn on it.

But now time flies by, and there is little to fill in the future. Now it is almost gone and can no longer be seen clearly.

There is only a somewhat dirty oval left, stubbornly existing there.

The brothers in Guanzhong made fun of this and said that he "has no guilt, how can he defile himself?"

Qi Zhuan just responded with a dull and silly smile.

They may have learned magic spells from gods and know some tricks on setting up altars, but how did they know that this hand-drawn pattern is called a watch...

I arrived in this world in a flash, and it was almost twenty years before I realized it...

Until now, Qi Zhuan has almost forgotten the memory of tall buildings and busy traffic.

Just like the watch I painted with messy paint.

As the days pass by, they are passing by day by day.

Even the days under the mountain are mostly filled with memories of being tormented by hunger.

Qi Zhuan didn't know whether his ancestor really had great supernatural powers.

But he can prevent Qi Zhuan from going hungry in such absurd times.

Qi Zhuan feels that this realm can be regarded as a "great supernatural power"...

As for those graceful figures and dazzling magical powers that were so blazing in the memories of the past.

Now that I think about it, I don’t remember it so clearly.

Along the wild mountain forest, Qi Zhuan saw a sea of ​​clouds surrounding him.

If it were at the beginning, he would still have the leisure to appreciate it.

Now it is difficult to see any sense of ecstasy and uncertainty in it.

I just felt that I had taken a long enough rest and it was time for me to go back to Guanli.

In the past few days, there seemed to be a lot of visitors coming to the temple.

Qi Zhuan also didn't know that his ancestor was the most practicing magician in the surrounding area.

How to leave such a huge reputation in such an environment with little information, so that there are so many people who come to visit.

But I heard from the brothers that this is a big day in Guanzhong, and I don’t know how many years it takes to catch up with it.

When Qi Zhuan heard this, he felt terrible.

Others only felt that the grand event was lively, but Qi Zhuan knew that there were probably too many trivial matters.

With this in mind, Qi Zhuan picked up the firewood and started to drive up the mountain.

While walking, Qi Zhuan suddenly felt a little dizzy.

It was as if the whole mountain was suddenly shaking.

Earthquake?

Qi Zhuanben was a little panicked.

But just when he was observing the surrounding situation with some uncertainty, he found that everything was as usual.

It seemed that what he felt just now was just an illusion caused by his poor blood and energy.

It shouldn't be...

Now I am not the skinny body I used to be...

Qi Zhan murmured in his heart.

He didn't think much about it.

Nowadays, he is not afraid of any weird things.

In contrast, Qi Zhuan was more afraid of the big insects that strayed into the forest from farther away.

Or maybe while walking in a hurry, you happen to encounter a long insect hanging on the road to enjoy the shade, or accidentally falling from a tree while digging out a bird's nest...

Killing at will is not allowed in the temple, and Qi Zhuan did not dare to disobey the precepts in the temple.

If you are at the bottom of the mountain...

It doesn't matter if it's an Asian killer that can kill people, or some other powerful poison.

His eyes, which were green from hunger, were already firmly locked on it...

When your stomach is empty, where can you hold anything else?

It was at this time that Qi Zhuan suddenly heard movement behind him.

He panicked and hurriedly changed the firewood.

If something cannot be done, the firewood will be lost.

If there is no life, what is the use of more firewood?

Thinking like this, Qi Zhuan saw a big man walking down the mountain from a distance.

What a big man!

Compared with his hard trek carrying firewood, the other party was walking on flat ground on such a steep mountain road.

In a daze, Qi Zhuan felt the dizzy feeling that he had experienced before.

It seemed as if the whole mountain was shaking as the other person walked forward!

Just now, he thought the other person was far away.

It was just a trance, but the other person had already walked not far from him.

Taking advantage of the terrain, Qi Zhuan was able to see the other person clearly.

When he found that the other person's eyes showed a certain red color, Qi Zhuan was slightly stunned.

Foreigner?

Then he looked at his face again, which was very strange, but there was a vague sense of indescribable intimacy.

The original worries in his heart were gone at this moment.

It seems that he is not a foreigner...

I wonder if he is also here to pay homage to the ancestors.

Qi Zhuan thought so.

Then, as if by magic, Qi Zhuan smiled at the other person:

"Are you here to pay homage to the ancestors? Just walk to the end of this road..."

As he spoke, Qi Zhuan moved to the woods next to him to make room for the other person to move forward.

At this time, Qi Zhuan found that the other party was looking at him with a strange look, and then looked at his wrist.

The other party's eyes seemed to carry some kind of scorching temperature, and Qi Zhuan felt a burning pain in a trance.

He subconsciously retracted his hand into his Taoist robe.

Then, Qi Zhuan saw that the other party smiled, and took something out of his pocket and threw it to him.

Qi Zhuan didn't dare to move because of the firewood, but he caught it steadily in a panic.

It was warm and round like a ball, and it seemed to be a fruit?

Then the other party didn't say much, and walked past him and went straight to the mountain gate.

After the other party walked away, Qi Zhuan looked at the thing that the other party threw to him.

It was an ordinary green fruit...