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Speaking of which, Wu Gang had just been captured by the moon. The Jade Emperor punished Wu Gang. As long as he cut down the osmanthus tree, he would be able to leave the icy cold palace.

”How can we cut down such a thick osmanthus tree?”

Wu Gang picked up the axe bestowed upon him by the Jade Emperor.

He chopped at the osmanthus tree, but the axe only reached a third of the tree, and then another two-thirds of the tree. When he swung the axe a third time, the axe suddenly became dull and heavy, and the tree that had looked like it was about to be cut off began to grow two-thirds again, and Wu Gang's third axe came down as if it were tickling the osmanthus tree.

So he went under the tree and sharpened the axe.

By the time the axe was sharpened again, the osmanthus tree was in perfect condition.

He had to continue his chopping, but this time the situation was the same as before, always the same as before, when the last axe was struck, the axe was dull, and it was no longer powerful, so he had to sharpen it.

It seemed like a very simple mission, but it just couldn't be completed.

After many days of this, he was tired and annoyed, so he lay down to sleep.

When Wu Gang got up to hit it, it would always fly higher into the air. Wu Gang was too tired to chase it, but this bird would actually take advantage of the opportunity to leave wounds all over his body, not only preventing him from sleeping peacefully, but every time Wu Gang wanted to rest, this crow would cause trouble.

And so the damned crow kept an eye on him.

He had just chased away the crows and wanted to get a good night's sleep. But when he woke up, he found that his shirt had been snatched away by the crows, so he had no choice but to cut down the osmanthus trees bare-chested every day.

Every day, Wu Gang chopped down the tall osmanthus trees. He chopped down the middle of the trees with his axe, and then with his second axe, about two-thirds of the way down. When he swung his axe again, the axe suddenly became rusty and dull and heavy.

So he sat under the osmanthus tree and sharpened his axe. Wu Gang could only treat this kind of repetition as cultivation.

By the time he sharpened the axe, the osmanthus tree had already grown to its best condition. The leaves were rustling in the wind, as if mocking Wu Gang's inability to move.

Whenever Wu Gang was tired, the drum would let out a sound and after a while, he said, ”Uncle, can you rest for a while?”

Wu Gang looked at the toad that was transformed from a drum, accompanying him. His heart was filled with comfort as he caressed the body of the drum. Not long after, the toad's body turned golden, appearing extremely beautiful.

He was so happy that he started to look for stones in the Moon Palace to make sounds, and he collected them and arranged them according to the notes of 123456781. The drum made a few small stone hammers that could beat against the stones, and whenever he tapped his hair he would remember every note and scale, and the drum was a born musician. He called the instrument he invented a chiming bell, and whenever Wu Gang was tired, the drum played it for him, clearing away the fatigue and worry of the day.

Every time the drums were played, Yan was telepathic with them. He invented the Songzheng, which responded to the chiming of the drums, and occasionally played with his two brothers. They were all born musicians, and the three brothers were proud of their masterpiece.

The Sun God had not paid attention to Wu Gang in the Moon Palace for a long time. He believed that his actions were quite wise, and Crow had stealthily stolen his laziness for a long time. It was also because of his laziness that the music from the Moon Palace lingered around … …

But this time the crow came again. He stopped at the top of a tall laurel tree and looked down. He saw the black, very black dog.

The crow laughed and said to the tree: ”Wow, what a black mongrel! Haha, you must have just arrived, right? What's wrong? ”

He gave him two ”woof woof” to express his dissatisfaction, and then said very rudely to Crow: ”You're here to make trouble again, aren't you? Hurry up and get out of here, I'll eat you in one bite!”

Crow laughed out loud: ”What big words you have there, you are still too young, how can you be a match for your Grandpa Crow, I am saying that you should have eyes but not see Mount Tai. ”Or do you have eyes that do not recognize jade and gold, or am I saying that you are still wet from the smell of milk, or do you not know how to appreciate kindness?”