Qingling Punishing Heart

Chapter 153
Su Ji saw that the ax seemed to have a weight of [-], presumably the white-haired woodcutter's cultivation was unfathomable.

"That old man's waist is broken!" Niu Zhu exclaimed, "Let's go help!"

When Su Ji came to the white-haired woodcutter, he saw that he was an old man with white hair and childlike face. Although he was wearing coarse linen clothes, he was well washed.Her silver-white hair and beard glistened against the setting sun, and she had a kind expression on her face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, which made people feel calm.

"Grandpa, I'll help you!" As he said, Niu Zhu reached out to help the white-haired woodcutter's waist...

The white-haired woodcutter suddenly changed his face and shouted:
"Hey! Don't move! Don't move! My old bones, if you move again, it will fall apart!"

Niu Zhu quickly withdrew his hands and asked with concern: "Grandpa, you are so old, why do you come here to cut trees alone? Is your house nearby? Do you want us to carry you back?"

The white-haired woodcutter didn't answer, but frowned tightly, with an expression of extreme pain.

Niu Zhu looked around, except for a few Taoist temples nearby, there were endless mountains, and there were no ordinary villages at all.

Su Ji stared at the ax embedded in the ground, bent down, and wanted to feel its weight with his hands, but never thought that the ax could not be lifted at all, as if it was born in the ground.

Looking at the white-haired woodcutter, Su Ji thought that the person who could pick up such an ax would definitely not be an ordinary mortal.He looked at the white-haired woodcutter carefully again, and couldn't help being slightly startled, and found that he didn't have a trace of mysterious aura, which showed that this person's cultivation was not below that of Jiang Xuan, who was in the eighth stage of Xuanqing.

However, what Su Ji still couldn't figure out was, since this white-haired woodcutter is a master of Taoism, why would he twist his waist like an ordinary person?
The white-haired woodcutter kept covering his waist and said, "You two little ones, can you do me a favor?"

Su Ji said respectfully: "If you have any orders, senior, just tell me, and this junior will definitely oblige."

The white-haired woodcutter didn't move at all, only his mouth moved: "There is a big fish in the spring next to it, go down and help me catch it. As long as I eat the fish, my waist will naturally heal."

"Eating fish... can cure back pain?" Niu Zhu scratched his head and muttered to himself, "...This is the first time I've heard of it."

Su Ji thought to himself, could it be that the white-haired old man put on this posture on purpose, trying to test himself and Niu Zhu?
In the past, I often heard stories told by scholars that so-and-so either fell off a cliff and survived encountering an expert, or obtained a peerless secret book in a cave, and then passed on the magic power overnight, made a comeback, turned upside down, and became a generation of famous heroes.

Could it be that such an old-fashioned story really happened to me today?Su Ji shook his head. I'm afraid things won't be so simple. As for what will happen, we have to go along with the flow and wait and see.

Su Ji bowed down respectfully and said politely:

"Senior, hold on for a while, and this junior will help you catch fish."

"Grandpa, look at it!" Niu Zhu patted his chest and said, "When I was in the village, every now and then I would grab a fat fish and make soup!"

The white-haired woodcutter seemed unable to nod, but blinked his eyes twice in gratitude, and watched the two leave.

Su Ji and Niu Zhu came to the edge of the cloud-shrouded pond, and saw a stream of clear spring gushing out of the pond, like a lotus flower in full bloom, or silently broken jade falling into a pool of clear pond.

Looking at the surging spring water, Niu Zhu couldn't help feeling puzzled. The Kunlun Mountains are extremely high and the climate is cold, but the spring water has never been frozen, so he doesn't know where it leads to.

Looking at the spring, Su Ji remembered that when he was a child, he heard old people say that there was an ice-free spring in Kunlun Fairy Mountain.The spring water has been gushing out for thousands of years, and it never freezes even in the severe winter. It is the mountain ice and snow that melts and seeps into the ground to flow and gushes.

The Kunlun Freezing Spring is also known as "Pearl Spring".Legend has it that on the way back from the birthday banquet of the Queen Mother of the West in Kunlun, the God of Creation drank the nectar from the Yaochi Lake, a gift from the Queen Mother of the West, and threw it into a golden bottle, and the nectar overflowed.The lotus shrine on which it was riding turned into red terraces and mountains, and the overflowing nectar turned into pearl springs.

Su Ji leaned over and stretched his hands into the crystal clear spring water to test the temperature, and suddenly felt a cold chill spread all over his body along his arms.He withdrew his hand and shook his head, thinking that the spring water was too cold, and he would be in danger of freezing to death just by jumping in it, let alone fishing under it.

While hesitating, Su Ji suddenly heard a plop in his ear!
Niu Zhu had already taken off his clothes and jumped down, plunged into the water and disappeared.

"Brother Niu!"

Su Ji let out an exclamation, wondering if this stunned young man had tried the water temperature just now.Su Ji couldn't just watch this fool die alone, so he gritted his teeth and jumped in.

All of a sudden, the cold spring water brought a chill that penetrated into the muscles and bones. Su Ji was trembling from the cold, and his limbs seemed to be unconscious.

Gritting his teeth, Su Ji swam for a while, and finally found Niu Zhu's figure, who was focusing on finding fish under the water, as if he was not afraid of the cold at all.Su Ji breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the bottom of the water, and could not see the end at a glance, thinking that finding a fish in such bottomless water was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After a cup of tea, Su Ji and Niu Zhu finally couldn't hold on anymore, and dragged their soaked clothes to the shore together.

The white-haired woodcutter on the bank was still standing motionless under the tree.

However, Su Ji noticed that his posture was not quite the same as before. After a closer look, he discovered the clue. The old man clearly had his left foot in front just now, but now his right foot is in front. Obviously, just now, he took advantage of the time when he and Niu Zhu entered the water. He secretly changed positions.

Seeing Su Ji staring at his feet, the white-haired woodcutter started to look unnatural, so he couldn't help smiling awkwardly, but Su Ji raised his head, pretending not to see it.

Niu Zhu panted heavily, and shouted: "Grandpa, the bottom of the water is too deep! You can't even see a shadow of a fish!"

The white-haired woodcutter sighed and said, "Don't you usually use bait when you catch fish?"

"Bait?" Niu Zhu muttered, "What's the use of bait without a fishing rod?"

The white-haired woodcutter rolled his eyes, looked at Su Ji slowly, and said, "The little boy next to him. Are you willing to cut your fingers and try jumping in?"

Niu Zhu was confused when he heard that, and immediately glanced at Su Ji.

Su Ji thought that this white-haired old man was so angry, he clearly had a solution, but he just said it now, besides, the bait probably meant himself!But seeing that the white-haired woodcutter seemed to want to test it, Su Ji didn't dare to neglect it. He was desperate, and the opportunity might be right in front of him. He didn't want to miss it, so he had to take out the goat horn dagger that he carried with him, and cut his finger...

A gleam of light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the white-haired woodcutter, looking at the blood flowing from Su Ji's fingers from a distance, as if seeing a long-lost old friend.

Su Ji plunged into the water with a plop.The blood dripping from the fingers was like a drop of ink, rippling in the water and gradually spreading to the bottom of the water.

In the blink of an eye, Su Ji suddenly felt that the water was inexplicably tumbling and surging, the water wave swayed unsteadily, and a series of bubbles continuously emerged from the bottom of the water, as if a huge monster was exhaling in the spring.

Su Ji realized that the situation was not good, so he turned around and went back to swim.Although the waves were rough behind him, he never dared to look back and swam desperately towards the surface of the water.After some thumping, Su Ji exhausted all his strength and finally got out of the water. When he looked up, he saw Niu Zhu staring behind him with wide-eyed eyes.

Before he had time to climb ashore, a huge wave suddenly surged behind Su Ji, pushing him ashore!

There was a loud bang!
Su Ji fell to the ground and turned around suddenly, only to see a huge shadow of a hundred feet high on the water, and the bath water flew into the air!

"What a big tortoise!" Niu Zhu yelled, looking at the water in astonishment: "We don't have such a big tortoise in our village!"

Su Ji broke out in a cold sweat, and saw a tall building-like monster jumping up in the air, with a dragon head, a turtle body, and a unicorn tail, it must be a giant carp.

As the saying goes, "A dragon has nine sons, and Ao occupies the head." Ao is the eldest of the nine sons of the dragon.It is said that in the East China Sea, there are three fairy mountains on the back of a giant turtle: Penglai, Fangzhang, Yingzhou and others.Although this one is not that big at the moment, it is definitely not too small!

At this time, a cry came from under the tree:
"Two little kids back down!"

In the voice, an ax flew out spinning and turned into a huge afterimage.There was a flash of white light, and the giant carp was chopped down with an axe.

The ax spun a circle in the air, dragged the giant squid back to the tree, and landed on the ground with a bang, making a big hole!
The headless fish on the water surface fell into the pool with a plop, splashing a large splash of water.

The white-haired woodcutter didn't move, he muttered something, and the water splashed just now was drawn into the big hole under the tree in an instant.

Su Ji took a closer look and saw that the spring water in the pit was boiling, like a big pot of soup.

Niu Zhu ran over curiously, and saw the carp's head soaking in the turbulent spring water, with bubbles bubbling on the water surface.

After the ice-free spring water is boiled, the color becomes vivid and sparkling.There are faint oily flowers floating in the soup.Smelling a tempting fresh fragrance, Su Ji wanted to eat this carp soup, and it was almost done.

Niu Zhu was drooling from the side, and his Adam's apple was moving up and down swallowing.

The white-haired woodcutter licked his lips, his face drooling, although he was still standing there motionless, his eyeballs were about to fall into the pit.

Su Ji couldn't help laughing secretly when he saw the impatient look of the two.Seeing the anxious look on the white-haired woodcutter's face, Su Ji already understood what he was thinking, so he broke off a leaf the size of a lotus leaf from the Dayao tree, filled it with carp soup, and fed it to the white-haired woodcutter.

At the entrance of the soup, the white-haired woodman's mouth is full of deliciousness. Every time he tastes it, he has a different taste. The process of drinking the soup seems to have gone through the youth and white head in an instant, and all the flavors of life are in the soup.

The white-haired woodcutter closed his eyes and tasted it, and said sadly: "The Aotou soup is really extraordinary. Jiang Taigong only wanted to have a sip before he died, but it's a pity that I don't have such a good fortune."

Su Ji looked sideways, and saw that the white-haired woodcutter was already in tears.

Although Niu Zhu had never read a book, he also knew that Jiang Taigong was an ancient man more than 200 years ago, so he couldn't help asking in doubt: "Grandpa, have you really met Jiang Taigong?"

"...More than that." The white-haired woodcutter looked at the sunset in the sky, and said slowly: "In the past, when Jiang Taigong was fishing in Weishui, I was the one who laughed at him for fishing with a straight hook..."

In the voice, the bones of the white-haired woodcutter creaked, he stretched vigorously, and his limbs moved freely.

(End of this chapter)