Chapter 482: Are You an Ji Xianren Child from an Ji Xianren's Family?

"It's a woodcutter!"

The fox looked down, its gaze penetrating the clouds and mist, and said to Lin Jue.

That was indeed a woodcutter.

However, it was just a young lad, very young, about ten years old, looking thin and small, dressed thinly, only carrying two old and severely worn hemp ropes, a curved knife, and a shoulder pole.

The young lad had just gone up the mountain, his spirit was still very full, and his loud chanting seemed to be a way to encourage himself, and also a way to dispel fear and relieve loneliness.

Chanting loudly once, walking past the creek filled with morning mist, chanting loudly again, walking through the mountain between dense forests, chanting again, then stopping, putting down the shoulder pole and hemp ropes, looking left and right, holding the firewood knife and starting to cut firewood in the forest.

The crisp sound of cutting firewood echoed in the morning mist of the mountain forest, one sound after another, making people feel relaxed after listening.

When tired of cutting, he would stop, chant loudly a few times, letting the young lad's clear voice echo in this forest, so that he himself seemed to have someone to accompany him.

"This mountain has caves, push the door and sleep for ten years...

"This mountain has cloud talismans, draw them and you can go to the Nine Heavens...

"..."

Cutting a load of firewood didn't take much time, but this firewood was to be sold in the city. Although it was not the capital, it was the county town closest to this place. Although it was dozens of miles away, carrying the firewood back, he had to walk dozens of miles again. This was the most hard-working part.

If asked why he had to walk so far?

Naturally, the mountains near the city were all cut down.

In this year, whether it was the capital or other county towns, the mountains around them, as long as the government did not protect them, would all be cut into bare ones.

Occasionally there were mountains that were not bare, they were also other people's land, not gardens left by dignitaries, or mountains producing wood for wood merchants, or firewood mountains contracted by firewood gangs. If ordinary people wanted to cut firewood for sale, they had to go to the big mountains dozens of miles outside the city, painstakingly go, painstakingly return, risking the danger of birds of prey, fierce beasts, demons, and ghosts, and could exchange for a day's life-saving money.

One day was like this, every day was like this.

The weather was getting colder, which was a good thing, and also a bad thing.

It was freezing cold, people didn't want to move, especially the nobles in the city, firewood and charcoal sold for a high price.

But it was freezing cold, the road was difficult to walk, falling was a common thing, and the clothes on his body were thin, and he didn't eat enough. If it was other seasons, children from poor families could often find food on the mountain. In spring, there were tender shoots and stems of trees and grass to eat, in summer there were berries and ground fruits, in autumn there were many wild fruits, and sometimes he could catch fish to satisfy hunger, but at this time, none of these were there.

The young lad still came day after day.

Sometimes in a trance, he would feel that someone was watching him in the depths of the dense forest and on the top of the clouds.

Suddenly one day, he met a few people seeking immortals.

Those were three scholars, twenty years old, their clothing didn't look very rich, but not poor either, following his clear voice and coming, asking him:

"Little lad! What are you singing?"

"I don't know..."

Since he went up the mountain to cut firewood, he had met many such people, so the young lad was not afraid, only putting down the firewood knife and answering awkwardly.

"The sentence came from the little lad's mouth, how can the little lad not know?" A green-clothed scholar bowed and said, smiling, "We are barely considered people from the capital, hearing that there are immortals on this mountain, so we specifically brought a cavity of sincerity to visit the immortals in the mountain. I see the little lad's spirit is extraordinary, full of spiritual energy, could it be an immortal child from an immortal's family?"

"I, how can I be an immortal child?"

"Then what is the little lad..."

"I am cutting firewood in this mountain..."

"Hahahaha! Fengshan is remote, and it's freezing cold at this time, whose firewood is the little lad cutting?"

"Cutting firewood for the city..."

The young lad was only ten years old, and couldn't handle it for a moment.

But the three looked at each other, but laughed even more happily.

"This place is nearly a hundred miles from the capital, we set off early yesterday morning, and arrived at the foot of the mountain at Niu Village in the evening, climbing the mountain today, it will be tomorrow evening to go back, and it's more than forty miles from the nearest city, immortal child, don't lie to fool us again," the white-clothed scholar said with a smile, "We are all elegant people, since we met, it is fate, quickly introduce your immortal master to us, so we can drink tea and talk..."

"Yes!" Another hemp-clothed scholar laughed, "How is this possible?"

"Haha! You say you are hiding from war, living in the mountain, it's more believable!"

Hearing this, the young lad felt a burst of sadness in his heart, followed by intense inferiority and awkwardness.

The things these scholars thought were impossible were things he had been doing for months, and before him, his father had done it for decades.

But he was silent for a moment, and only said:

"I am from Qingliang City under the mountain, living in Huangni Village outside the city, generations have come to Fengshan to cut firewood. Now my father was conscripted by the court and died on the battlefield, so I took over his curved knife and shoulder pole, and continued to come to Fengshan to cut firewood, not an immortal child from any god's family."

"Eh?"

Several people looked at each other, and asked a few more sentences, only then believing.

"Since the little lad is cutting firewood in the mountain, do you know where there are immortals in this mountain?"

"I haven't seen any immortals."

"This..."

The three looked at each other, and all laughed.

"Haha, whatever, whatever, meeting the little lad is also fate, chatting for a while, also relieved the fatigue of climbing the mountain, so let's meet again later!"

The three bowed and saluted, continuing to walk up the mountain.

The young lad continued to cut firewood, and when tired, continued to sing loudly:

"This mountain has spiritual cranes..."

Not long after, more people came down from the mountain.

The young lad thought it was the three who couldn't find the immortals, couldn't walk the mountain road, and came back, but looking up, they were other people.

That was a big and a small person.

A man in gray clothing, twenty or thirty years old, carrying a young girl about ten years old, standing under the pine and snow branches in the mist, bowing and smiling at him: "The song the little lad sings has quite a charm."

"Are you also here to seek immortals? I am just here to cut firewood in the mountain, I haven't seen any immortals..." The young lad put down the firewood knife, panting, his language a bit timid, but also fluent, "Just now three people seeking immortals also passed from here, if you want to seek immortals, you can go with them."

"I also met them, they even talked to me for two sentences," the man laughed, "I am not here to seek immortals, I live in the mountain, just often hear you cutting firewood in the mountain these days, hearing your voice, feeling curious, just happened to meet on the road today, taking a break, saying hello."

"You live in the mountain?"

"Yes..."

The young lad scratched his head, not feeling strange.

Recently many people were avoiding disaster, moving into the mountain.

"What did they say to you?"

"Nothing much, just asked me how long it would take to climb to the top of this mountain." Lin Jue laughed.

"Oh..."

"Where did you learn the song you sing?"

"I don't know, my father sang it like this, I learned it from him." The young lad happened to be tired, feeling that this person was closer than the elegant scholars just now, so he stopped the firewood knife and panted to chat with him, "My father said, there is only one person in the mountain, without a bit of movement, it's easy to bump into leopards and tigers, and it's also easy to be afraid and lonely, so you have to sing loudly and shout."

"Makes a lot of sense."

"I don't know..."

"Listening to you speak, it seems you have read books?"

"Read books for a few days before."

"Why not go to the school, but cut firewood here?"

"No parents anymore, I can't do other things, only go up the mountain to cut a little firewood every day, carry it down the mountain, can sell for a little money, can buy rice to eat..."

"This world..."

That gray-clothed man stood in place without moving, but the young girl behind him was quite lively, turning her head to look left and right.

The man seemed to be really passing by, didn't chat for a few sentences, said goodbye to him, and went down the mountain.

However, after this, the young lad often met him.

Sometimes he was alone, sometimes with the young girl.

Sometimes he brought a little girl about ten years old, quiet and gentle, sometimes he brought a young girl of twelve or thirteen, eyes always looking everywhere, looking at trees and the sky.

Sometimes he would bring a middle-aged man, bring an old man or woman of fifty or sixty, looking like a whole family.

Every time the two would chat for a few sentences.

Sometimes it was by the creek:

"How old are you?"

"Just ten years old."

Sometimes it was in the deep mountain:

"The weather is getting colder."

"Colder is better! The colder the weather, the more expensive the firewood!"

"The clothes on your body are too thin."

"Working won't be cold!"

Sometimes it was on the road of climbing the mountain:

"Are there others at home?"

"None."

Sometimes it was in the mountain forest without a road:

"Try the scallion meat pie I made."

"No, no..."

Sometimes it was when the snow and mist were heavy:

"Why have you been cutting firewood on this mountain? I see the small wood on this mountain, the side branches under the big trees are almost cut clean by you."

"No way, the world is very chaotic now, demons and ghosts are everywhere, the forest in this mountain is very deep, I am afraid of demons and ghosts. I heard my father say, morning and evening are a boundary line, places where the sun can't shine in the deep mountain are also a boundary line, one is the human world, one is the territory of demons and ghosts. I dare not walk into the deep mountain alone. But I heard that there is a Daoist temple on this mountain, a very powerful female Daoist lives in the temple, with her here, there are no monsters."

"Then aren't you afraid of fierce beasts?"

"I am not afraid!" The young lad was obviously afraid, "I heard my father say, tigers can see the energy on people, but anyone eaten by a tiger is someone who has done bad things. I haven't done bad things, so tigers won't eat me casually when they see me!"

"Hahaha..."

Sometimes it was under the pine trees covered with ice crystals on a sunny day:

"Cutting slowly today, but slacking off?"

"You just happened to come! I caught a fish in the creek today, very big, give it to you, return the pie you gave me last time!"

"The creek is cold, don't be cold..."

Sometimes he would also meet other people seeking immortals.

These people seeking immortals, also greedy for comfort, greedy for scenery, like to come to the mountain to seek immortals when spring is warm and flowers are blooming, that time is not cold or hot, they also come when the midsummer is scorching, coming to the mountain to avoid the heat, autumn then picks the time when Fengshan is full of red and the layers of forest are dyed, when it comes to cold winter, the weather is freezing cold, and the weather is not good, so they come less.

Only after snow and clearing up, many people will come, probably wanting to see the snow scenery of Fengshan, probably thinking that immortals also like to boil tea and enjoy the scenery at this time.

The young lad was often found to chat because of his singing voice.

Sometimes he was talking to that man, and people seeking immortals would come, recognizing him as an immortal child from an immortal's family.

But after a long time, the young lad also gradually felt something was wrong.

How could he meet him everywhere? ===== CHAPTER 483 =====