The old woodcutter said to Ouyang Dao with a smile: "I've walked so far. I'm tired. Let's have a cup of tea in the house. I haven't had any outsiders here for a long time."
After walking such a long way, Ouyang Dao was really thirsty. Seeing the old woodcutter greeting him, he went into the house.
The wooden house is not big. It is very clean. There is an eight immortals table with a set of tea sets on it. There is a kettle stewed on a stove in the corner.
The water in the kettle was already boiling, and there was a strong vapor.
Ouyang Dao is not polite and sits down at the table.
The old man carried the kettle from the stove to the table: "it's better to come early than to be clever. My water has just been cooked, and it's just time to make tea."
"Thank you, then."
"Don't worry, my water here is all boiled with the waterfall spring water of Nanyu mountain. It's sweet and delicious. The tea is also the green tea on the tea tree on the hillside of nanyushan mountain. I promise you can drink it once and think twice."
The tea set on the table is relatively simple, but after pouring boiling water, the fragrance will come out in a short time. The room is full of fragrance and refreshing, which makes Ouyang Dao marvelous.
"Old man, your tea is so fragrant. Living in this mountain forest is a bit remote, but the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the scenery is beautiful. It is a good place to live."
After making tea for Ouyang Dao, the old man continued to cut his firewood.
Ouyang Dao is sitting at the table, facing the place where the old man is cutting wood.
The sharp axe twinkled in the sunlight, almost reflecting the eyes of Ouyang Dao.
Ouyang Dao likes weapons. He usually plays with his silver flying knives. He can see at a glance that the chopper's axe is not an ordinary axe. The cold light reflected from it is not scattered, and it emits a kind of cold air. It is clearly cast by cold iron.
The old man looked weak, but he raised his axe, chopped it down, and cut a piece of wood in two. The incision was neat and clean. The old man's arm strength was good.
He was surprised and said, "old man, how many years have you lived here?"
"No more, no less. Forty five years."
"Oh, do you chop wood every day?"
"That's right. Since I moved here, I've been cutting firewood and chopping firewood every day to earn a little money and to live in my old age."
Ouyang Dao suddenly became alert: "practice makes perfect. It's really good, old man. You're as good as a demon martial arts expert. Your axe is not an ordinary axe. It's a pity to use it to cut firewood. "
The old man showed a strange smile: "you have good eyesight. My axe is made of cold iron for thousands of years. It's better to kill people than to cut firewood."
As soon as the words fell, the axe in the old man's hand flew out and threw it at Ouyang knife.
Ouyang Dao has been alert for a long time. The old woodcutter looks weak, but his arm strength is amazing. With his sharp axe, his identity is not as simple as that of a woodcutter.
Ding, the silver moon Throwing Knife of Ouyang Dao has already been put out, with surging fairies, colliding with the short handled axe, but actually it doesn't fly the ax. He feels that there is a strong power in the axe, and he bumps his silver moon flying knife out obliquely.
Ouyang Dao makes a back somersault and flashes the axe.
He has been fighting with the demons these days, the beard on his chin is a little long, and he was accidentally cut off by a sharp axe.
He even felt a chill in his chin. The cold blade of the hatchet brushed his chin, and his white beard fell in the air.
He was secretly surprised that if he slowed down half a beat, he would not only cut off his beard, but also his chin.
What made him even more surprised was that the axe could swing freely in the hands of the old woodcutter. Just as he was facing away from the axe, he heard the strong wind roaring behind his head and another forward somersault.
The cold shining axe wiped the back of the head and flew back to the old man's palm.
The old man was not as old as he had just been. His waist was even straighter than that of a strong man. His skin, which had been shriveled just now, became full, and his body became strong like an inflated balloon.
From a thin old man, in the blink of an eye, he turned into a strong and strong man. His face was full of flesh, and he glared at Ouyang Dao fiercely. Moreover, he had a pair of horns on his head. He was clearly a strong man of the demon clan.
Ouyang Dao is full of doubts. Is the transformation technique used by the strong man of the demon clan? How can you think of yourself as an old man? If he was dazzled, how could Jiang Qi not see it?
He secretly hated that the demon man was too cunning, disguised as an old man, so lifelike.
"Who are you, a human or a demon? Can you transform?"
Ouyang Dao thought that it was a kind of insult to the demons to transform into human beings. The big man of the demon clan looked contemptuously: "bah, I haven't turned into an adult. It's you who are blind. Try my axe again."
The big man of the demon family rushed into the house with a grim smile, raised his axe and chopped it. Ouyang's knife turned sideways and avoided the sharp axe. The solid wood eight immortals table beside him was chopped to pieces by the axe.
The eight immortals table was not so much chopped up as it was smashed into pieces by an axe, and pieces of wood were scattered all over the floor.
He chased after it, like the knife of the snake.The arm strength of the demon people is amazing. The cold iron axe sends out a faint cold light from time to time, just like when cutting firewood. I thought it was the reflected light, but I could see it in the room that it was the cold light from the cold iron axe itself.
This hatchet is actually a magic weapon. Moreover, the demons have strong arms and powerful magic elements, which is at least level 5 or above.
Because of the small space in the room, Ouyang Dao was almost cut off. Fortunately, he was as fast as lightning. He jumped around the room and hid. He broke the wooden window lattice from the window and jumped outside.
After picking up the sawdust from his hair, Ouyang Dao was ashen and out of breath. He didn't understand that the demon man was an old man and wanted to kill himself.
The human body of the demon clan is too big to drill out of the narrow window lattice. However, the big man of the demon clan actually split a big hole in the window of the wooden house with a few axes and chased out from there.
He asked coldly, "what do you want to do? Do I have a grudge against you? You must kill me?"
"Don't be wordy. You must die."
"There must be a reason to kill."
"There's no reason for that. You're dead."
Although he didn't know the exact reason, he felt that he had come to nanyushan to find the military factory.
Listen to the other party said that you are dead, obviously including Jiang Qi with himself.
If it is because of the military factory, then Jiangqi must also be in danger?
He looked at Jiang Qi with worry on his face.
"You don't have to worry about your companion. There are people there to greet him," he said with a sneer
Ouyang Dao is worried in his heart. He looks up to the sky and makes a long cry to remind Jiang Qi that he is in danger.