Chapter 260: Mountain of Rock

Luoshen Mountain can only be regarded as an inconspicuous mountain in Chu State. It is only a few miles long. There are neither strange peaks and cliffs, nor any hermits or temples on the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there are several small mountain villages and the only small town. A legend has been circulated in the nearby villagers for generations. According to legend, a stream of light fell here three hundred years ago, so this unknown mountain was just become the Mooning Mountain.

Because people here are superstitious that in the endless sky, there is a god living on every dazzling star, so whenever a meteor falls to the ground, people know that a god has fallen.

On this day, the sky was still slightly bright. A thin figure in the mountains was walking slowly singing a mountain song.

His name is Zhang Mu, who is nearly 60 years old. He is the only carpenter in Zhangjia Village at the foot of Luoshen Mountain. People in the village like to call it Old Man Zhang.

Yesterday, Old Man Zhang received a business and exchanged a plaque for the ancestral hall of the village chief’s house in Majia Village next door, asking for gilding. In order to save trouble, the village chief Ma gave the gilded work and the plaque-making work to Old Man Zhang. For this, he paid half of the deposit.

"I took this job, enough to earn a year's salary. My child was a child and I had to work hard with the old man, and I didn't even have a new dress. This time I'm done. Go to the satin shop in the town to buy a few feet of cloth and give Aunt Zhang next door a new dress." Walking in the mountains, Old Man Zhang's heart was warmed up, and his wrinkled old face showed an ugly smile.

Old Man Zhang usually works as a carpenter for the village just to make a living. Unless a family marrys a daughter or decorates a new house and buys some furniture, Old Man Zhang can make some money. It is free to repair and repair the neighbors.

Old Man Zhang had been away for almost an hour and was exhausted. He sat on a stubborn stone in the mountains and sucked a few sips of dry tobacco, and raised the axe that he wanted to continue walking on the hillside.

This time, I made a plaque for Village Chief Zhang. The wood at home was not good. Old Man Zhang thought of the place he said when he was a child. On the top of a mountain in Luoshen Mountain, there was a golden nanmu tree growing. At that time, it was not yet ready to cut it down, for fear of being ruined. Old Man Zhang thought that so many years have passed, it should be fine. At least the material for making a plaque is enough.

Old Man Zhang didn't know the preciousness of golden nanmu, but heard from his deceased father that the wood was good and could not be wasted on tables, chairs and benches.

"The plaque is a prosperous and long-lasting picture, and this wood is worth it."

Turning left and right, Old Man Zhang, who was slightly breathing, finally saw a tree about two feet above the mountain.

After resting for a while, Old Man Zhang untied the rope tied to his body and the dry tobacco, put it aside, picked up the axe and slapped in his hand, and slapped two mouthfuls, straightened his waist and fell heavily against the tree roots.

"Crack,Crack,Crack..."

As the rising sun rose, the sound of logging gradually sounded.

The old man rested for a while and moved to the roots for a while. The golden nanmu, which was more than six meters tall, was gently pushed by him and fell heavily, breaking the branches of many trees in the forest.

Old Man Zhang was also familiar with the matter of logging. He went to the branches and gestured with his hand. He divided the six-meter trunk into several sections, and tied the ropes used to carry. He put them aside, Old Man Zhang squatted aside, smoking a dry tobacco.

"Hey, when people are old, they have to rest for a long time to cut this small tree. I remember that I had cut two large trees in the forest, only two hours. Haha, let's not say it, it's easy to miss it when people are old. It's better not to mention the things that were broken in the past or not." Old Man Zhang had enough rest. Just as he stood up, the mountain back in the distance faced the rising sun, a golden light flashed through Old Man Zhang's eyes, shaking him a little confused.

"Hey, what's that thing? It actually emits such a strong golden light in broad daylight."

Old Man Zhang blocked his eyes and thought carefully about the hillside opposite him. He couldn't see anything except a ball of golden light.

"Can it be a treasure in the mountains? Last time, Aunt Zhang caught a pheasant in the mountains, and picked up a golden bump, which was as big as a fist. She exchanged twenty taels of silver for pawnshops in the town. Now their house has been built and a wife has been given, and life is comfortable."

Old Man Zhang was moved. Everyone wants to win this mountain god's treasure. At worst, I will get rich. I will burn more incense for the mountain god and get some sacrifices to ensure that he is comfortable.

There were no people on the mountain, and these things were not worth much. Old Man Zhang was carrying the dry tobacco in his hand and walked away excitedly thinking about the golden light.

But when I got there, I saw that this was not a golden lump. It was clearly a young man who was unconscious in the mountains. The golden light came from a small golden rope around the young man's neck. The small golden rope also had a small square seal on it. The little beast on it looked so delicate.

"This kid is so handsome and dressed in a decent manner. I don't know which young man lost his family. Since it is the mountain god who is instructing the old man to come and save you, you will have a good life."

Old Man Zhang inserted the dry tobacco on his belt and carried the young man who was lying in the forest.

"Hey, I didn't expect that such a big man would be less than 100 kilograms. Could it be that he fainted from hunger? But this baby gave birth to tender skin and flesh, which was better than the girl in my family." Old Man Zhang murmured for a while, walked down the mountain, and even forgot about the wood he had cut.

At about noon, Old Man Zhang took a break and carried the person on his back back to Zhangjia Village.

Before entering the village, Zhang's daughter-in-law was cooking rice when she saw Old Man Zhang carrying a gorgeously dressed handsome brother back and jokingly, "Oh, Old Man Zhang, where did you come back with such a handsome young man back? Could it be that you were greedy for other people's money and did something unethical."

"Go, go, go, go, are you that kind of person who is my old man Zhang? This is a nephew of a relative from afar. When I came back, I accidentally fell down. I have to go to the town to find a doctor to treat him later." Old man Zhang was selling bad luck and unlucky words, carrying the sleeping young man behind him, and walked towards the south of the village.

Zhang's wife looked at Old Man Zhang and murmured: "Why haven't I heard of Old Man Zhang? Any relatives from afar?"

"Baby, come here and help me take a handle." When he got home, Old Man Zhang opened his throat and called out. After a while, a crisp childish voice sounded from the kitchen where the smoke was lit.

"Grandpa, come." A little girl with two braids and a patched cloth clothes hurriedly left. The little girl gave birth to a watery and looked like she was eight or nine years old, but the children in the farm have dark skin and wheat bran color, and they look very healthy. Their two black little eyes are full of agility and slender body. They are not as "burly" as traditional women here. I believe they are also a little beauty when they grow up.

"Grandpa, who is this person? Why did you carry someone alone?" the little girl asked curiously.

"This is your cousin and the nephew of grandpa's distant relative. He came to visit us and accidentally fell in the woods and fainted. Hurry up, help him to lie down on the collapse."

The village is taboo to outsiders, so Old Man Zhang can only lie that the man is a relative from afar.

When the girl heard that it was her grandfather's distant relative and her cousin, she took the initiative to go up to help. The two of them carefully helped the man to the collapse.

The little girl was curious and still looked at the man. The man was so weird that he was handsome, with his hair shawl, which turned out to be silver. It was whiter than the hair of his mother-in-law who was over 80 in the village. There was a small and exquisite lotus on the center of his eyebrows, as if he was born.

"Grandpa, look, this cousin's hair is actually white, more white than grandpa's." The little girl noticed this and asked curiously.

Old Man Zhang has a bad look, and he is so tired that he is carrying this big man on his back, so he will pay attention to this point.

"What do you know about little dolls? The world is big, and there are not many young people with white hair. When we went to the town to buy things last time, there was a woman with blonde curly hair sitting in a carriage, who looked like a fairy."

"Ah, this cousin was not a monster, right? I heard that monsters only eat disobedient children." The little girl covered her mouth in surprise.

Old Man Zhang knocked her head with a cigarette pole, "How could it be a monster? Children's home? Don't ask if you don't know, okay, baby, have you prepared the food? Grandpa, I'm hungry after walking on a mountain road that is more than three miles away."

The little girl listened to her grandfather's stomach rumbling and said with a smile, "It's been done long ago. It's hot for a while just now. Didn't grandfather go to cut the wood in the morning? Why is my cousin back and what about the wood?"

After being reminded by his granddaughter, Old Man Zhang immediately remembered: "Oh. It's broken, I forgot. The thing is still on the mountain. I won't eat this meal anymore. You just took a few rice cakes, so I'll lead the way."

The little girl responded and returned to the kitchen, and the rice cakes were raised.

This rice cake is very fast. Press the rice into a cake shape with a noodle bar, sprinkle some salt, or wrap some leftovers inside. You can eat it even if it is cold. People who go out to work will bring a few.

Children from poor families were already in the family, and the little girl was familiar with the rice cakes. She soon wrapped four rice cakes with lotus leaves and handed them to Old Man Zhang.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Don't run around, stay at home to watch the house. There is still a patient at home."

Old Man Zhang was carrying rice cakes, drank water and cushioned his stomach, and hurriedly walked out.

The little girl responded, and after Old Man Zhang left, she started to do housework again.

First, I took out the clothes that my grandfather had just changed and washed them, then cleaned the room, and filled the water tank in the kitchen. Finally, I sat on the edge of the door and ate slightly hot meal.

The status of women in the Great Chu State is very low, basically not many as in ancient China, and all three followers and four virtues must be followed. Moreover, they must handle housework since childhood. Of course, children from rich families are more lucky, they only need to practice the female red and read the poems. This is also to get the title of a talented woman and make a sign for marrying a better husband in the future.

After the little girl finished her meal, she cleaned up the pot and bowl, and then had to lift the manure bucket to fertilize the vegetables grown in the field. She basically didn't stop for a day.

"Huh, it's finally done." The little girl clapped her hands, feeling a little envious of the boys playing outside. They don't have to cook, wash, and clean every day. They can play with what they like to play every day, catch pheasants, take bird eggs, and play games. "Why should we girls be born to do these? Is girls not as good as boys?" From the little girl's mouth, a completely different sentence from a child of normal age popped up.

Even she was shocked by this.

"Don't think about it all, I'll take care of my cousin now." The contemplation on the little girl's face disappeared, and she showed a innocent and bright smile again.

After a while, the little girl walked into the side with a basin of well water, with a towel on her weak shoulders. Suddenly, a cold and calm voice sounded from the room: "I didn't expect that when I crossed the barriers of the plane, I would encounter the turbulence of time and space. I don't know how long I have been sleeping. The power of time left in my body still has an impact on me. It seems that I have to take some time to drive it away, but..." Before I finished speaking, the sound gradually disappeared, as if I was in a deep sleep again.

After Cangtian preached on Earth, in order to improve the spiritual energy on Earth, he divided the last drop of Pangu essence and blood in his hand into nine parts and penetrated them into the nine planets in the solar system. The originally deserted planets were nourished by spiritual energy and had begun to evolve life. For this reason, Cangtian also launched several forbidden ways to change the climate of other planets, making them suitable for human habitation.

God believes that in a few hundred years, the Milky Way will become an immigrant for mankind.

Before leaving, Cangtian did not forget to transform the moon into a forbidden area that could fly through the sky. This forbidden area was opened every hundred years. Anyone who practiced to the Nascent Soul stage could try to fly through the sky and go to another plane. The strength of this plane would be calculated based on the size of the space that was broken. Cangtian did not want the human race to just huddle in that small place. For this reason, the highest level of cultivation on the earth was the Nascent Soul stage, with a lifespan of thousands of years.

After the sky broke through the sky, the spiritual sense had detected countless planes in the cracks of the space, but he had no sense of Qing'er's breath, so he had no choice but to keep searching.

When the sky was flying in this dark space, a strange squeeze and vibration suddenly occurred in the surrounding space. This vibration produced infinite space power and swept towards it.

"The power of space? I didn't expect that I would encounter such a heaven-defying energy in the void."

Cangtian's eyes flashed, and he held up the Chaos Bell in his hand. After the bells, the space barriers around him were reinforced several times in an instant. When the power of space came, the space barriers around him made a cracking squeezing sound, as if they could break at any time.

"Although the Chaos Bell is powerful, the space here is changing all the time. Even if it can withstand a piece of space, the inertia generated by the movement of these countless plane space barriers is too strong. Even if I have the strength of the saint in the later stage, I cannot withstand the movement of countless plane spaces." Cang Tian decisively gave up his support, and walked towards the void step by step with a shrinking ground. The bells in his hand rang out one after another. The power of space impacted by the plane space beside him squeezed with the space, and it stopped hearing the sound, and it only recovered after three or four breaths.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

The bell also has no conditions for sound to spread, and it keeps ringing in the void, breaking the tranquility of this black space.

"Dong!"

After the bell, Cangtian sword eyebrows in the void frowned slightly, and he felt an illusion in his heart: "The bell just now was a moment earlier than before, and seemed to have paused slightly. No, this is impossible. The chaotic bell incorporates the laws of space and the power of sound laws, and the power of the law of law cannot pause."

Cangtian shook his head, was he too concerned? But he didn't forget the feeling just now, but instead cared about it.

This void space is like chaos, with no end to see. The sky is flying here alone. The saint's late spiritual consciousness swept through countless planes, and he never let go of every inch of the plane. There should be some people he is looking for.

After the prehistoric world was broken, all the saints and monks fell, and the remaining planes were transformed from the broken prehistoric world. This plane was big and small, and was constantly improving itself. I believe that as long as there is enough time, it is not impossible to re-evolve a "prehistoric world".

The more you look, the more curious you become.

Although there is a vague shadow of the prehistoric world among countless planes, there is no surviving prehistoric world monk.

"Why is the prehistoric world broken?" This question was deeply entangled in the mind of the sky.

Suddenly, the ground under Cangtian's feet was slimming into an inch and was interrupted by the casting of spells. However, when he came to his senses, he was billions of miles away. It was obvious that he had stepped out of the ground just now.

illusion?

No, I compared it to just one second.

The purple eyes of Cangtian flashed, and it felt a little strange. Just as he was about to use his magic power to break through the void and go to a plane for a temporary rest, his magic power was actually dull. He was very familiar with this power that affected his behavior, and a word suddenly popped up in his mind: "Is this the power of time?"

not good.

Cangtian's face immediately changed, and the sword in his hand shook a sword sound, and his magic power was three breaths late.

"This time force should be caused by the different time difference of each plane. The time difference in the previous plane is not felt. When the time difference arrives here, the time difference force is generated."

The biggest reason why the saints dare not fall into the space crack is that the space crack is filled with the power of time and space.

The power of space is broken, and countless powers of space are mixed together. Even the innate treasures must be broken. Cangtian is not afraid of the power of space with the Chaos Bell, but his heart is deeply afraid of the power of time.

Once you are entangled by the power of time, the time difference will be messed with, and the consequences are very serious. For example, if you want to raise your hand, you obviously did this action, but it took an hour to lift the hand.

Of course this is just a metaphor. Maybe the jet difference in you is more than an hour, but a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, and a hundred thousand years.
To be continued...