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I am a glorious woodcutter who goes up to the mountains to chop wood every day. The mountain was just an ordinary, nameless hill, but no one expected that I would actually meet an immortal in the mountain. And there are still two. I was chopping firewood when I saw a man riding a big turtle and another man riding a white rabbit, running past me like lightning. Before I even realized what happened, the two men suddenly retreated and stopped in front of me. I took a closer look and saw two old men with fluttering robes and immortal demeanor. Immortal? I have heard of immortals riding deer, cranes and even donkeys, but this is the first time I have seen immortals riding turtles and rabbits. Wait, how do I know they are immortals? Riding a tortoise and a hare all over the mountain, why does it feel more like a mental illness?