And this Nanxi City is a port near the sea and has a large population, so it has become a fixed point for Penglai Fairy Island to recruit disciples.

Once every ten years, those who want to worship Penglai Fairy Island come to Nanxi City from all directions to learn from their masters.

It is said that there are several tests for the Penglai Fairy Island to accept disciples.

However, Zhang Zichen didn't know about this because he had missed the time to recruit disciples on Penglai Immortal Island.

Until now, the old woodcutter is still regretting Zhang Zichen and others: "What a pity! You can catch up with this apprenticeship by coming a little earlier, but you are a few hours later."

Zhang Zichen smiled at this.

In Zhang Zichen's mind, there are countless blessings in the heavens and great sects in the sky. Do you have to worship this Penglai Immortal Island?

If you want to learn the art, there are some ways to do it at that time.

As we chatted, a group of seven people walked along a mountain path and came to a village.

The villagers were simple and kind. They were not surprised to see the old woodcutter bringing a few people in strange costumes to the village. It seemed that such things often happened.

At the end of the village, a small wooden house was the old woodcutter's house.

Zhang Zichen and his friends gently placed the big tree on their shoulders next to the house, and then entered the wooden house led by the old woodcutter.

The decorations in the house are simple, except for a table and a few chairs, and there are some daily necessities, so there is nothing else.

Seeing that the old woodcutter is in his sixties, he should be at the age of being a grandfather, what about his family?

Zhang Zichen asked, "Grandpa, do you... live alone?"

Hearing this question, the old woodcutter's body paused, he trembled a little, and his eyes turned red in the blink of an eye.

The old woodcutter doesn't want to answer?

Zhang Zichen secretly decided that he must have something to do. Since he doesn't want to answer, that's all.

The old woodcutter moved a chair and asked Zhang Zichen and the others to sit down. He also boiled a pot of boiling water and poured a cup for each of them. It was not until then that the old woodcutter sat quietly opposite Zhang Zichen, sighing and sighing.

After a while, the old woodcutter's eyes were rosy again, and two lines of tears flowed down his wrinkled cheek.

Perhaps because of fear of losing one's composure, the old woodcutter hurriedly wiped it off and said, "Originally, my son is about the same age as you. If he hadn't died accidentally a few years ago, I'm afraid he would have gone to Penglai Immortal Island to learn skills today..."

Under the explanation of the old woodcutter, Zhang Zichen finally understood the whole story.

It turned out that the old woodcutter had a son in his later years. His son was as old as Zhang Zichen and others, but just a few years ago, his son died at the hands of a bandit.

Nearby, there is a mountain called Yaoling Mountain. It is said that the leader is a tiger demon. He recruits many talented people and powerful people. Even the city lord of Nanxi City cannot do anything to them.

One day seven years ago, a bandit group led by the tiger demon broke into the village and robbed the children, which was said to be devouring the tiger demon.

At that time, several children in the village were eaten by the tiger demon on the spot. If it happened that the city guards were not passing by on patrol, I was afraid that the entire village would suffer.

Unfortunately, the old woodcutter's son was eaten by everyone among the tiger demons because he was young.

The old woodcutter's wife cried and fainted on the spot because she witnessed her biological son being swallowed by a tiger demon. Then she cried sadly for three years, and eventually died unfortunately due to physical reasons.

So the old woodcutter lived with this hatred until now. In ordinary times, he lived by cutting some special wood for sale.

Until today, the old woodcutter met Zhang Zichen and six others.

The old woodcutter's experience made Zhang Zichen and the others extremely sad. The six of them remained silent for a long time. Zhang Zichen even promised that he would avenge the old woodcutter, kill the bandits and the fox demon.

But the old woodcutter cried and said, "Child, thank you, thank you. But your cultivation is thousands of miles apart from that tiger demon, and you are no match for him at all. As soon as you appear, you will be killed by them immediately."

Of course, Zhang Zichen knew that with his current cultivation level, he was not the opponent of the bandits of the Demon Spirit Mountain Tiger Demon, but Zhang Zichen promised like an old woodcutter that when he returned from learning skills, he would definitely help the old woodcutter to avenge this revenge, to heal the hatred, and to take off the tiger demon's head himself and hand it over to the old woodcutter.

Although these were just a few simple words, the old woodcutter was very moved.

Time flies very quickly, and I drank this glass of water for nearly an hour. It was not until this time that Zhang Zichen got up and said goodbye.

The old woodcutter was very hospitable and wanted to keep Zhang Zichen and the others at his house for a night, but Zhang Zichen wanted to find out the situation nearby in Nanxi City as soon as possible, and also inquire about the situation in the heavenly realm.

Finally, the old woodcutter had no choice but to get up and smiled and said, "Boys, since you insist on leaving for the city today, then I will send you to the entrance of the village?"

"Thank you, grandpa." Zhang Zichen and the others didn't know which direction they could go to Nanxi City, so they just asked the old woodcutter to go to the entrance of the village to guide the way. Then Zhang Zichen and the others walked straight. It was not too difficult to find Nanxi City.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhang Zichen browed and looked at the others.

"What's wrong?" the other five people also frowned and asked.

"The ground is shaking!" Zhang Zichen looked at the water cup on the table. There was still water left in the water cup, and the water trembled constantly in the cup.

"There are a large number of people approaching!" He Huimin responded.

"And the power of this group of people is very powerful, and it seems... much higher than ours!" Yuwen Hao added.

Everyone was nervous, and they added every word and said, and finally confirmed that it was very likely that a large number of people were approaching here quickly.

"Ah? Could it be... Could it be that the bandits of Yaoling Mountain are coming here?" The old woodcutter worried, "A few years ago, the bandits of Yaoling Mountain did not dare to act recklessly under the suppression of the city lord. But during this period, they began to act everywhere again. I also heard that many villages nearby were slaughtered by them!"

Zhang Zichen was shocked and didn't know what to do. The bandits of Yaoling Mountain were powerful, and even the lord of Nanxi City had no choice but to deal with them, let alone Zhang Zichen and others.

However, Zhang Zichen would not choose to escape. Even if he died, he would try his best to protect the place and protect the old woodcutter.

After making up his mind, Zhang Zichen turned around and glanced at everyone, but when he saw that everyone's eyes were firm, he knew that he was not willing to escape.

So, Zhang Zichen asked loudly: "Senior Brother, Xiao Min, Hei Tong, Ding Ling, Yuwen Hao, aren't you going to run away?"
Chapter completed!